Kira
Saturday evening, I walk into the Kremlin with Kat, Nadia and Sasha, carrying a giant shopping bag of clothes.
Sasha took us clothes shopping, which was an adventure in itself. Nadia is a fashion designer and Sasha is a clothes horse, so the two of them power shop. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. We had a cart at Saks Fifth Avenue, and they piled it high with clothes before the four of us went into the dressing rooms together.
I wasn’t going to buy anything for myself. Maykl has me working on his team as security and he passes me handfuls of cash every time I go out, but I’m not used to having money or buying nice things.
I tried things on to make Sasha and Nadia happy, but then when it came time to go, Sasha insisted on buying me the outfits they all thought looked great on me. I tried to argue, reluctantly pulling out the wallet Maylk keeps full of cash, but Sasha wouldn’t hear of it.
“My treat. Don’t refuse me, this was fun for me.”
It’s crazy to have friends. Kind and wealthy friends, who genuinely seem to care about me.
I’m still getting used to it.
But I’ll never get used to the way my heart leaps every time I walk in the door and find Maykl devouring me with a blazing gaze the way he is now.
He’s behind the desk and he stands as we come in, his eyes only on me. He‘s scanning me like he needs to see I’m still in one piece. Like he’s making sure I had a good time, and if I didn’t, will try to slay dragons on my behalf.
I go to him, drop the bag behind the station and give him a kiss.
He rumbles in satisfaction, drawing me between his beefy arms like it’s where I belong.
“Thank you so much for the outing, ladies.” I wave goodbye to the three women as they head to the elevators. “Want me to take a shift?” I ask Maykl.
Gleb is down with the flu so Maykl’s been guarding the door more than usual. I offered to stay today, but he insisted I go with the other women.
“No. Go enjoy yourself.”
It’s sweet, but I don’t have that much to do yet. I take English lessons, and clay classes and work under Maykl–in more ways than one–but I’m often still finding ways to fill my time.
I pull out the spare chair and drop into it. “Nah, I’ll stay here with you. You might need backup, or something.” I wink.
Maykl’s eyes darken. “Oh, I definitely need you to work for me tonight.”
“Oh yeah?” I purr.
Maykl loves being my boss. He fought the idea of me working at all–especially because I’m pregnant–but me being me, I fought back.
I’m not some delicate flower who needs protecting.
“Where would you like me to…position myself at your station?” I put a suggestive lilt into my voice.
Maykl’s nostrils flare. “I need you…to stand up and put your hands on the desk. Legs wide.”
I obey, positioning myself directly in front of him wiggling my butt in what I hope is an enticing way.
“Mmm,” Maykl rumbles. “Just like that.”
I’m in a pair of yoga dress pants–my new favorite thing for pregnancy. They are stretchy and comfortable but still look like actual pants.
I reach back and run my hand around one ass cheek in an attempt to look alluring.
Apparently, it’s too much for Maykl. He lets out a growl and grabs my hips with both hands, squeezing and separating my cheeks through my pants.
One of the residents comes through the door, and I quickly shift to casually lean against the desk.
Maykl puts on his tough guy face. “Good evening,” he says to Leo’s mom.
She greets us both in Russian.
As soon as she’s in the elevator hallway, I duck down beneath the desk. “How about this position?”
Maykl mutters a curse in Russian as I settle on my knees in front of him. “Yes,” he says gruffly. “That’s exactly where I need you stationed tonight.”
I arch a brow. “All night?” I say in my best bedroom voice.
His throat bobs. “Just for the next 15, would be all right.”
I laugh softly and open the button on his pants. His dick is already straining against the zipper. I release it from the constraints of the fabric and fist the middle, sliding my hand up and down in a few slow strokes.
Maykl lets out another soft curse.
I bring my lips to the head of his cock and lick all around the rim. I flick my tongue at the V under the head.
A drop of precum leaks from the head and I lap the salty essence up. I reward him with a plunge into the depths of my mouth.
I’ve been working on my deep throat technique. I haven’t mastered it, but if I go slowly enough I can relax my gag reflex enough to get it to the back of my throat for a moment or two.
Michael chokes and grips the back of my head to get even deeper.
I suck hard as I move away, then return toward the route again.
“Kira…Gospodi. You’re incredible.”
He tells me this all the time. Sometimes I feel like one of these days he’ll wake up and realize I’m not the person he thinks I am. But then I remember all the subtle ways he shows me that he really sees the true essence of who and what I am. He has from the beginning. It’s what I find so healing. And intoxicating.
I pick up my speed, bobbing on and off his cock sucking hard, listening for the sounds of his pleasure.
I know he’s trying to go fast because we’re in a public place. I know it also heightens the intensity. I’m soaking wet between my legs. Not sure how I will get by after giving him his pleasure and not being able to finish it properly.
But that’s part of the pleasure, too. Waiting makes it all the hotter when I finally get my satisfaction. He showed me that when I was chained to his bed.
“Kira…Kira. I’m going to come.”
I hum up my agreement, staying on. His breath rasps in and out roughly. His fingers in my hair are tight.
A few more seconds, and he comes. I swallow down his essence and lick him clean.
Maykl buttons up, his eyes blazing with both passion and gratitude.
“Valkiriya, you’re incredible.” He helps me to my feet.
“I know,” I say.
“I’m going to ravish you when I get home.”
Home. That’s what we have now. It’s amazing.
“Can’t wait.” I lean in for a kiss.
“I want you naked in my bed when I get there.” He says it like a dark warning, instead of a delicious promise of pleasure.
I kiss him again. “I don’t think so,” I say, just to give him trouble. “I think you’ll have to make me.”
Because I love it when he makes me. I love to feel his strength and power when he wrestles me down and has his way with me.
He lets out a low growl of mock annoyance and gives my ass a squeeze before he releases me, turns me around, and propels me toward the elevator. “Naked,” he reminds me. “In the bed.”
“Bring the zip ties,” I tell him.
