Page 21 of Preferential Treatment

“What if I wanted to lock your cock in a chastity cage?”

He winced, looking a little unnerved at that one. “If you ordered it, I would do it,” he said with obvious reluctance.

Was there anything he wouldn’t do? Everyone had limits. If he wouldn’t disclose his, Kate would find them. “And if I told you to step down as CEO?”

Mikhail stiffened, the hunger clearing from his expression. “Alright, knyazhna, not anything. Nothing that would endanger my position or my company.”

She smiled wryly, tilting her head to meet his chagrined gaze. “I figured as much.” Nothing that would threaten his wealth or power—that was his limit. She could’ve pointed out the irony, but instead, she said, “You want more from me? Then I want more money.” As soon as the words slipped out of her mouth, Kate regretted them. It’d sounded good in her head—the pushy, spoiled princess, demanding more from her loyal slave. But in the cold face of reality, it suddenly occurred to her that Mikhail might say no.

But he didn’t. “I’ll give you a card with an unlimited line of credit.”

She didn’t respond immediately, not certain she’d heard him correctly. “Unlimited? Come on.”

“I’m completely serious.”

He clearly meant it, and yet, Kate couldn’t wrap her head around it. “You’re just going to hand over a credit card with no limits? What if I bankrupted you?”

Mikhail barked with laughter, eyes crinkling again as he grinned at her. “I am a very wealthy man, knyazhna.”

Kate’s pride took his words as a challenge. She raised an eyebrow, fixing him with a haughty glare. “You don’t think I could spend all your money?”

The mirth faded from Mikhail’s eyes. Kate worried she’d misstepped, but the intense focus in his eyes was the same as when he was begging to eat her pussy. He was turned on by this, she realized with surprise.

“You don’t think I could take every dollar you’ve got?” she asked silkily. She pressed her hand to Mikhail’s chest, pushing him back.

He retreated obediently, back and back and back until he bumped into the conference table. Kate closed the space between them, pressing the length of her body against his. He gripped the edge of the table, bracing himself as he stared down at her, dark eyes flashing with heat. She curled his tie around her fist, keeping it taut.

“I’d take your card and I’d spend every last penny you have, and you would just have to watch me do it, because that’s what you’re for.”

Mikhail swallowed hard. “Knyazhna,” he said weakly.

She tugged on his tie, forcing him to bend down, bringing his face close to hers. “A good slave serves me with everything he’s got.”

Mikhail nodded earnestly, eyes glazing. “Yes, knyazhna, let me serve you.”

“That’s not how a slave talks to his princess.” Kate released his tie, stepping back.

He sank immediately to his knees, clasping his hands behind his back and bowing his head. His suit stretched across the breadth of his shoulders and back, the brute strength there evident beneath layers of finely cut, expensive fabric. “Please, knyazhna, take my money. Take everything.”

God, why was she getting turned on by this? Was she that materialistic? Probably. She shrugged the guilt away. Everyone had their flaws.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” She reached for the hem of her skirt, pulling it up in a slow tease. “How do you thank me?”

Mikhail looked up, eyes glazing further at the sight of her. Smiling, Kate hooked her finger in the gusset of her panties, already wet with her arousal, and pulled it to the side. Mikhail groaned and surged towards her, big hands clasping her thighs, face buried between them.

His enthusiasm almost knocked Kate backwards. She braced herself on the conference table with one hand and gripped his hair with the other. He moaned his pleasure as he tasted her, tongue stroking, circling, lips sucking.

Her orgasm came hard and fast, leaving her breathless and trembling. When it was over, she was slow to dismount, not certain her legs were solid enough to keep her upright. Mikhail’s breaths gusted hot and heavy over her sensitive skin, face nuzzling gently against her mons.

Carefully, Kate disentangled herself from him, sliding her leg off his shoulder, but keeping her hands in his hair, stroking gently over his scalp instead of tugging. Her arousal glistened on his lips and chin and nose. The sight of him like this—normally hard expression now stunned, needy, openly vulnerable—filled Kate with soft affection. She reached over to where a box of tissues sat on the conference table and pulled one out. She moved to wipe his face clean, but Mikhail turned away from her tender ministrations.

“You don’t have to do that.”

She snatched his hair again, keeping him in place with careless cruelty. “If I want to keep my possessions clean, then that’s my prerogative, isn’t it?”

He blinked, and the resistance was gone. He leaned against her again, quiet, docile, and compliant as she wiped his face clean. Dazed pleasure fogged his eyes. That feeling of affection surged again, and the impulse to kiss his softly parted lips was nearly impossible to resist. Instead, she stepped away from him, walking to the wastebasket and tossing the tissue in it.

“Stand up and take off your underwear,” Kate said, turning back to him.

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