The Director - Renee Rose Page 0,6
that there isn’t something deliciously erotic and pleasurable about it. Especially when he slips his fingers between my legs and runs them over my extraordinarily wet folds.
“That may or may not be true, kitten.” He continues to explore between my legs, gliding a lubricated finger up to my clit and tapping.
I let out a breathy moan. I don’t mean to—I was just trying to exhale, but it has a wanton sound that makes Ravil rumble approvingly.
“But I will make sure you are well-punished for the offense you gave me.”
Tap-tap-tap.
I squirm at the touch on my clit—suggestive and not enough.
“And believe me, kitten, if you ever want to come again, you’ll do as I say.”
My heart thunders because I know we’re not just talking about sex here. There is unmistakable danger in his voice, even though he only threatened to withhold my orgasm.
“Y-you need to leave now,” I say, but I don’t move from the position he put me in. I don’t jerk away or clamp my legs closed or do anything at all physically to show I don’t want his touch.
Because I do want his touch.
Rather desperately.
I have to say that pregnancy hormones have turned me into the horniest, most unsatisfied female in the entire state of Illinois. I spend my nights with my laptop open to porn and my fingers between my legs, but I’m never satiated.
And I blame Ravil for my choice of porn. BDSM—preferably Russian. And believe me, there’s a lot of Russian porn out there. I never had the slightest interest in either before Valentine’s day.
Tap-tap-tap.
I whimper.
“I will leave, kitten. And you will come with me.”
I start to shake my head, but he chooses that moment to increase the pressure on my clit, slowly circling it with the pad of his finger.
I whimper again.
“I-I’m not going anywhere with you,” I assert.
We both know it’s a lie. I’m just not sure yet how he plans to make me.
“Open your legs wider.”
The fact that I obey says everything. He holds all the power here. Not because of his threats—he hasn’t made them yet although I’m sure he will.
But because of the magic of his fingers.
I want more.
Need more.
So desperately.
He shoves my panties lower, like he needs them out of the way. “Take them off,” he orders. His voice is rough and guttural. He’s not unaffected by what he’s doing to me.
Breath coming in ragged drags, I kick off the panties and resume my position.
Ravil slaps me between the legs.
I gasp, instantly trying to close them. I may let him spank my ass, but my pussy is something different. It’s so swollen and slick right now with my juices. Embarrassingly so. It’s like this every time I masturbate since I got pregnant.
Too much of the baby’s testosterone, I imagine.
“Open.” One word, very firm.
I do, only because I want him to go on. I may not have liked having my pussy spanked, but it only served to make me needier. More desperate.
He slaps me there again. And again.
“Naughty kitten. I will enjoy punishing you.”
I flush with heat, the throb between my legs driving me mad.
He stops spanking and rubs his fingers through my wetness again. “Now, if you want me to finish this later in a way that has you screaming my name, you will do exactly as I say.”
My pulse picks up speed.
He removes his fingers, slaps my ass on each side again, and pulls my skirt down over my bare, smarting cheeks. “It’s time to go. You’re coming to live downtown with me for the remainder of your pregnancy. You will tell your office you’re on bedrest and can no longer come in. I will permit you to maintain your work and friendships remotely so long as you never mention me or your situation. I will be monitoring.”
I stand upright but cling to the back of the sofa with one hand for stability. “And if I don’t?”
The question I dread to ask.
“Then I will take you to Russia until the baby is born. No promise of your safe return when it is over.” He completely leaves out whether my son would be with me when—if—I returned, so I’m guessing the answer is no.
The room spins.
I must look like I’m about to faint because Ravil scoops me into his arms, honeymoon style. “Come, no need to be upset. I will make sure you have every comfort and necessity for this pregnancy.” He carries me to the front door and opens it. “These are easy guidelines to follow.”
Behind the door