Page 46 of Triplets for the Russian Boss

Bonnie

Kostin is masked in mystery, but that’s the only thing covering him tonight on the massage table, aside from a small white towel draped across his tight buttocks.

It’s the same place as before – the dimly-lit massage room, where Kostin had me putting his cock in the back of my throat. I remember it vividly, but it only happened a few days ago. Now, we’re back, and I have a nagging feeling that his demands this time are going to be much more than a blowjob.

It was only supposed to be a massage.

I look over his body, marveling again at how well he’s built. A body like that takes hard work and dedication, something that Kostin seems to have a lot of. I wonder how that would translate over to fatherhood, if he were to know about the triplets.

I should know better than to dwell on that. I decided before that I wasn’t going to tell him, and that hasn’t changed. I can be thankful for what he’s giving me, without wanting any more. I think three is enough, and I’m more than capable of taking care of them by myself.

I step up to Kostin, rubbing oil between my hands to heat it up. The muscles in his back need to be worked on the same way every time, since he holds the stress in the same places, but it’s easier for me to work out his knots when I know where they are.

This time, upon Kostin’s request, I’m not wearing the usual lace lingerie and robe. He wanted me completely naked, aside from a tall pair of glossy black heels.

I could’ve said no…

But I didn’t.

I suppose, after feeding me and being nicer these past few days, I’ve warmed up to being less rigid and giving into his charm a bit more. I’m willing to do more for him, now that he’s doing more for me. It’s the type of relationship we should’ve had from the beginning. Maybe if that had been the case, I would’ve told him about the triplets.

As it stands, he’ll never know; but that doesn’t mean I can’t make the most of the remaining time in my three-month contract with him.

I lay my hands on his back, and he lets out a deep sigh. He’s relieved by my touch, and that makes me feel special. It’s rare to see him vulnerable like this. I bet I’m one of the few people who has ever seen him like that.

I press my fingers into his back, watching the oil envelop the tips as they sink into his warm flesh. I run them over the tattoos, tracing a large dagger that runs across his back as I release tension from either side of his spine.

I lean in further, as I come to his neck, my nipples brushing his skin as my breasts hang down above him. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but I do it again on purpose, excited by the way my nipples tighten after touching him.

“I know you’re doing that on purpose,” Kostin says, immediately calling me out.

“Doing what?” I ask, standing up straight in an attempt to hide the obvious touching. That only makes it more obvious.

“Keep doing it,” he says. “I want to feel your tits on my back. It’s nice.”

I lean in, cursing myself for allowing this to happen. I should’ve kept my tits to myself, but now they’re covered in oil, sliding across Kostin’s broad back.

“Yes, I like that,” Kostin purrs. “Lean into a bit more. Your skin is so soft.”

I do as he says, despite the fact that I know it’ll get me into trouble. Every time I’m alone in a room with Kostin, he manages to have me feeling like a girl falling in love for the first time. I’m older now but, clearly, I still don’t have the sense to break away from the charm he exudes.

My heart thunders in my chest, banging against the inside of my ribs as it tries to escape. It’s like my heart wants to be owned by Kostin, only for him to break it to pieces when he’s had his fill of me.

“Do you know what would make this massage better?” Kostin asks, lifting his head and looking me in the eyes.

I stumble back, shocked by his sudden gaze. “I-I don’t know,” I stammer, my words catching in my throat like it’s suddenly squeezed shut.

“If we took turns,” he says, his blue eyes dancing with bad intentions. “Lean over the table. Let me show you what I can do.”

I watch him as he slides off the table, towel falling to his feet and revealing his massive erection. It must’ve been uncomfortable, to be folded up against his stomach, what with the size and hardness of it. I’m relieved for him, being the empathetic person that I am.

“Put your hands on the table,” he says, his eyes sweeping over me. “And push your ass out. This will feel good. I promise.”

Something about the way he speaks betrays his words, but I do what he says. I place my hands flat on the table, leaning over it and looking forward, away from Kostin. I don’t want to see him. He makes it hard to breathe.

He circles around me slowly, and I arch my back for him, pushing my ass out as he comes to a stop behind me. The leather under my hands creak from the weight of my body as I wait for Kostin’s next move.

“You’re already wet,” he says. “But I think that we proved you were a slut the last time we were here.”

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