Page 26 of Dancing With Distraction

I snigger at her name for Vivian. “It’s complicated.”

“So is my life, but I’m agreeing to your demands, so the least you owe me is the same respect.”

I move around the desk so we’re closer, and she visibly swallows. I rest my backside against it and fold my arms over my chest. “This is not a relationship, Victoria. And as I’ve already stated, my private life is none of your business. I have agreements that I have to uphold, and that’s all you need to know.”

“This seems like it’s all one way,” she says, rising to her feet. “Why would I commit to you when you’re clearly fucking someone else?” The threat of her pulling out looms again. As I reach for her, she pulls back, shaking her head. “No, you’re not luring me in with those magic hands.”

I move fast, grabbing her wrist and hauling her hard into my chest. I keep her back to my front and press her to bend over the desk. “My krasota, you’re testing me again, and I’m not sure your backside can cope with another punishment.” I press my erection against her arse, and she automatically parts her legs, allowing me closer. It would be so easy to fuck her now, over my desk like I’ve been dreaming of. “You’ve not earned it, Victoria. I will not let you come, so stop trying to piss me off.” She growls in frustration, and I press my hand against her heat. “Do we have a deal or not?”

“Dmitry,” she whispers, pushing against my hand. I rub a little, and she shudders. “Fine.”

“Say it,” I snap, giving her a short, sharp slap. She bucks her hips, and I close my eyes, trying to keep my control.

“Yes,” she hisses, “we have a fucking deal.”

I lean down and sink my teeth into her shoulder. She cries out, and wetness soaks the silk nightie as I hold it against her. “Good girl.”

The drive back to hers is silent. She’s half-asleep by the time we stop at her flat, and I have to give her knee a gentle squeeze. “Want me to walk you inside?” I ask.

She looks up at her flat like she’s expecting someone to be waiting for her, then she shakes her head. “No.”

“I’ll call, and when I do?—”

She cuts me off, opening the door and uttering, “Yeah, I know, answer.” Then she gets out and slams it before striding towards her flat, not bothering to wrap her robe around herself.

By the time I get back home, I’m too wired to sleep. It’s five in the morning, and I have meetings from eight o’clock, starting with a breakfast meeting with Ronnie. I groan at the thought.

I go into the office, running my hand over the desk where I had Victoria bent over. I pour myself a whiskey and sit, staring at the space.

Vivian was always into this life. From the minute we met, she made it clear she wanted me to take control. It made sense—she’d been controlled her whole life, and I was already fully involved in the scene. I’d taken to it easily at the tender age of eighteen.

Since Vivian, I haven’t felt the need to look elsewhere. She’s good at submitting to me and does it willingly, but now Victoria’s pushed her way into my life, I’m torn. Vivian is slowly turning my stomach with each eye flutter, while Victoria is consuming my every thought. I’ve never struggled with my control, but I could quite easily have fucked her tonight.

My mobile alerts me to a text and I pull it from my pocket, frowning when I see Victoria’s name. I open the message and growl, gripping the mobile tightly as a short video plays out of her touching herself. The sound of her breathy moans fill the office, and I angrily pull my erection free. I don’t know how the fuck I’m having to resort to touching myself, but if I don’t sort this out, I’ll be walking around with it all day.

Tori

I wake to the sound of my alarm and stretch out. My body aches from where Dmitry had me spread open on that damn cross and my backside stings, but I smile to myself while thinking about it.

I take my mobile and cancel the alarm. There’s a message from Dmitry, and I open it with my heart speeding up, excited to see what his response was to my early morning play.

Distraction: Be ready for me, krasota. I’m coming for you when you least expect it.

His words thrill me as I jump out of bed and head for the shower.

By the time I arrive at work, I’m a bundle of nerves, wondering if he’ll make good on his threat today or if I’ll have to wait.

By lunchtime, I’ve checked my phone at least ten times to see if Dmitry has set a date for our next rendezvous, feeling disappointed when there’s nothing.

“Tori,” my boss, Karen, hisses, rushing into the room. I stuff my phone away and paste a smile on my face. I can’t stand the cow and the feeling is mutual. I don’t know what I did to piss her off so much and put that irritated look on her face, which she only seems to get when she’s looking at me. “Three walk-in clients,” she says in a hurried whisper, “and I don’t have anyone else free, so you’ll have to do. Do not fuck it up.”

I roll my eyes as she rushes back out. She returns a minute later with the widest smile on her face, the one she saves for her richest clients. “Victoria, Ms. Vivian Fraser requires an entire eveningwear wardrobe,” Karen announces proudly.

I stare in horror as Dmitry’s cling-on saunters in with a smirk on her face. Behind her are two more rich bitches looking equally as smug. I narrow my eyes. The fucking witch is doing this on purpose.

I gently pull Karen aside. “Erm, are you sure there’s no one else free?” I whisper.

“Tori, this is very unprofessional,” she hisses. “Get on with your job.” She then turns back to them with her false smile firmly in place. “Tori will take it from here. If there are any problems,” she arches a brow towards me, “please let me know.”

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