Page 4 of Ruthless Lullaby

The idea of being pressed against the wall and being taken passionately makes me horny all over again. Before I know it, I’m soaking wet between my legs.

The only strange thing is, instead of Maurice, someone else’s image invades my mind: Maron Korolev. That’s right. My control freak, jerk of a boss, who makes my every workday a living hell. The way he appears at my office door, hands in his pocket. His carefree stance that screams sin, danger, and seduction. The way he crosses his legs, leaning against the doorway. His chiseled jaw and five o'clock shadow. That impossibly broad chest, shoulders, and perfectly toned six-pack hidden beneath his tailored suit.

And if anything, those thoughts are making me even more wet. It’s wrong, ridiculous, and I hate myself for it. But instead of forcing my mind to push the thoughts aside, I close my eyes and begin to slowly slide my index finger over my wet folds.

I wish I could simply force Maron Korolev out of my mind.

No. I'm not sure that's what I want. What I really want is… him. Yes. Maron Korolev, my drop-dead gorgeous, asshole boss. It’s all kinds of wrong and I just don’t understand why it’s happening.

My hand stops. I might as well record this. It will be a great addition to the photos I took earlier. I switch my phone to video mode and press ‘Record’.

With my phone propped up in the corner of the room, my finger is still stroking my slick folds. My other hand finds its way to my breasts, kneading them gently as I start to moan softly. I watch my reflection in the mirror. My fingers push deeper into my sex, sliding against my clit as I start to pick up the pace. I grind my center against my fingers, and a needy whimper escapes my lips.

My breath hitches as I increase the speed, rubbing myself faster and harder with each second that passes. The moan thatescapes me is louder this time, as I finally come undone under my own touch. Waves of pleasure wash over me, and with a guttural gasp, I cum in front of the mirror.

"Oh wow," I breathe out in a shaky voice. "That was... better… than expected." My body tingles from head to toe.

I hit the ‘Pause’ button on the video, breathless and flushed. My eyes quickly scan the timer - five minutes and forty-seven seconds of pure, unadulterated pleasure caught on film.

Dammit, Mindy.

The mere thought of your boss ignited a fire within you like never before.

And that's bad. Really bad. I really shouldn't be thinking of Maron Korolev, especially while masturbating. And I most certainly shouldn't record it and send it to my fiancé. But the thrill of doing somethingsoforbidden makes it all the more intense.

Feeling a bit guilty, I type a message to Maurice.

“Hey babe,

Enjoy the photos and the video. Tonight is all about us, so get ready for a wild time. ;-)

Can't wait to be all yours.

Love,

Your Mindy”

I attach the ten photos. Then, I stop for a minute to think if I should send the video or not, but honestly, how could Maurice ever know that I was thinking of someone else while recording?

Don't overcomplicate things, Mindy.

This will always remain your dirty little secret.

Just get that bastard Maron Korolev out of your head, once and for all.

I attach the video and press “send” with a sly grin. And then, the strangest thing happens. Within seconds, my smile fades as an automated response arrives.

“Re: Your Inquiry

Hello,

Thank you for reaching out! I have received your email and will get back to you as soon as possible.

Best regards,

Maron Korolev

CEO - Global Media.”

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