Page 35 of The Arrangement

When reach him, I spread my legs and eagerly proceed to straddle him, his cock thick and hard. Before I can lower myself onto him, however, he stops me. Maksim grabs my hip with one hand and puts the other between my legs. He touches my pussy, teasing my clit and making me shudder, the swollen nub still tender from its previous climax. I close my eyes and focus on the precise sensation of his fingertip against my clit, slow circles summoning the sweetest pressure to gather in my womb yet again.

“Does that feel good, plokhaya devushka?” I don’t need to speak Russian to have figured out what these words mean – bad girl.

“So fucking good.”

“Don’t let that fool you. This is part of the punishment. I can tell you want to come.”

He’s right, but the way he’s touching me is too intense to even speak.

“You’re not going to – not yet. You’re going to make me finish first. Understood?”

I nod. God, just a bit more of his touching and I-

He stops, the sexy fucker knowing just how to bring me to the edge.

“Now, take me inside you.”

I reach down and take his cock in my hand, holding it straight as I lower myself down, down, and….

“Oh… fuck.”

He glides into me with total ease, the words pouring from my mouth as I impale myself on him. Soon he’s fully buried inside, all the way to the root. Maksim reaches around and grabs my ass, squeezing it hard and pushing me forward, urging me to grind on him.

My hips sway back and forth, my pussy pressed against his groin. My clit is constantly stimulated, and it’s going to be a problem because I can feel more pressure building up inside of me. Every rocking movement brings me close to an edge I’m not supposed to fall over, and I can tell he’s enjoying this, his eyes tracing over every bit of my body. I love the way he looks at me, love the way he touches me, love the way he feels deep, so deep, inside.

But in the middle of it all, I must remember his order – I have to make him come before I’m allowed to. His growls, the way he sensually narrows his eyes, tells me he’s close.

“Are you ready?” he asks. “Ready to feel me explode inside of you?”

“Yes. Please. I’m so ready.” My own orgasm is so close I’m right on the verge of disobeying his command.

But mercifully, Maksim grunts hard, and I know he’s there. He thrusts up into me, holding me in place as his cock erupts. He explodes like a raging volcano, filling me with his hot seed, and it’s all I need. His release immediately triggers mine. I can’t hold back even if I want to. My back arches and the blows through me like a hurricane, shattering me to pieces as I come undone, my juices trickling all over him. It’s like nothing else I’ve ever felt before.

Maksim moves his hands slowly up and down my sides, touching me in a totally loving manner that serves as a sharp contrast to how aggressive he’d been only a few moments before. The beast has been sated, and now he’s sweet and tender, rewarding me for all my hard work.

He rises, lifting me off him and holding me as if I weigh nothing at all. He places me on my feet on the soft, plush rug as if I’m made of porcelain. Then he wraps his arm around me, kissing my shoulder and holding me tightly.

I allow myself a small smile. Maksim knows how to take care of me during lovemaking and knows how to take care of me after. He leads us to the sofa and lays on his back. I snuggle closely and place my head on his chest, totally blissed out as he pulls a blanket over us.

There's a warmth, a rightness to being this close to him, a man I'm still getting the measure of. Weird, considering I've never felt this plugged in with anyone before.

As I lay there, content, real life slaps me in the face. I realize I have a life outside this bubble. A messy, complicated life that involves a business I’m supposed to be running.

It's like getting a splash of cold water to the face.

With a sigh that feels like I'm setting down something precious, I wiggle out from under Maksim's arm and start collecting my clothes, each piece a step back to reality.

Maksim stirs, his voice sleepy but laced with a hint of concern. "Where are you going?"

I pause, half-dressed, and shoot him a look. "I have a life and a job that doesn't involve getting kidnapped or debating with mobsters."

He props himself up on one elbow, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. "You sure? Because that sounds like a full-time job to me."

I roll my eyes, even as a reluctant smile tugs at my lips. "Ha-ha, very funny. Someone's got to keep the city's dogs happy, and last I checked, that's me."

Slipping on the last of my clothes, I turn back to him, caught between the pull of this newfound connection and the call of my own world. "Listen," I start, trying to sound more confident than I feel, "this...whatever this is, it's new territory for me. But I've got a business to run and a life to sort out."

He watches me, amusement and something deeper in his gaze. "I know," he says, the weight of his words carrying a promise. "Just remember, you've got my number. For anything." Maksim snatches a look at his watch, eyeing the time with a hint of something that might be responsibility. "Looks like I need to get moving too," he announces, standing up and letting the blanket cascade away with a carelessness that speaks volumes about his comfort in his own skin.

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