Page 34 of Corrupted Guilt

He chuckles, “As you wish my dear kiska,” and he pulls me down on him as I open my legs to straddle him and get as deep as possible and I hold onto his neck, waiting.

“What now, my dear? You want to be in charge, right?”

“Fuck me.”

He moves his hand from my hip and grabs the back of my head, twisting and tangling it up in my hair, pulling my head to his neck.

“Ask nicely,” he whispers in my ear.

This fucking guy.

“Please,” I hiss.

“Anything for you.”

His hands back on my hips, he bounces me on him, up and down, smooth, slow strokes. I’m not capable of speaking now, my skin is on fire as he bounces me on his cock, lifting me effortlessly and letting gravity do the rest. His mouth found my breast somehow, and he licks and nips and the hot and cold of his breath in and out is making me breath heavy.

All I can feel is him, his tongue on my breast, his fingers on both my hips, his thighs on the back of my legs.

His thumb rubs against my clit as he’s bouncing me on his cock and that’s all it takes to come, my body tensing over his and my face biting down on his neck. My arms pull him to me as hard as I can and like that, tensing against him, he stands up and keeps bouncing me on his cock until I’m done with the orgasm. Then he swiftly pulls me off him and stands me up, pushing my shoulders down as I bend my knees and kneel in front of him.

“Now, Katya, open your mouth for me.”

I’m still on autopilot, doing everything he says and his hard cock is in my mouth, I taste myself and him comingled ashe holds the back of my head on him, pulling my mouth in and out around his cock, faster and faster until his body tenses and his haggard voice groans out, “I’m coming, take all of me,”

A moment later I feel the warm cum shoot down the back of my throat as he relaxes his grip on my head and he falls backwards to sit on the bench again, looking at me through hazy warm satisfied gray eyes.

Yuri says, “Let's go cool off.” He grabs my wrist pulling me up, and dragging me towards a door to out left, pulling me into his side and pushing open the door revealing the lake below, he jumps without hesitation, bringing me with him.

The shock of the cold water forces a yelp from me and wakes me up from the steam-and-sex-induced daze. I immediately felt awake, energized and pissed at Yuri for surprising me like this.

He just laughs, a boisterous, rollicking laugh that echo off the lake. He lifts me in his arms and out of the water, back up the stairs into the steam room.

"Russian bath," he said, smiling ear to ear at me.

"Banya," I say back. “What’s Russian for asshole?”

13. Yuri

I left her alone for the next few days, to study and think. She had a lot of both to do and so did I. I was expecting Tasha’s partial report on the financial history of the Kolesova Bratva – the imbecilic in-depth accounting of a criminal conspiracy, ordered by Viktor. It would’ve put us all in jail for a decade or two if the government found it, reason enough to kill and depose Viktor, but there was probably more to learn before we destroyed them.

I ended up in the study, where ledgers and bundled papers had been piled high on my desk – Tasha’s draft report, not finished but a good outline, I hoped. I gave it a couple hours of attention. It was more thorough than I would have ever expected – and it didn’t appear to be finished by half. It was all a little over my head but the depth of mismanagement of the territory was clear. What wasn’t clear was what Viktor was wasting all the money on. I planned to have Tasha explain it all to me later today, and I called Anton and Maxim up to be here for it as well. I didn’t want to have to play telephone and have Tasha explain it to me, then me to them. It might come out garbled.

Sensing a movement, I turned in my chair and saw Katya in the doorway.

She was dressed professionally, in a suit, like a grown woman, not the little girl she often dressed like. Her hair was pinned in a tightly braided coil – not a hair out of place – andher wrists encircled with white cuffs of her white, silk blouse, skintight. Her cheeks were very pink.

I could have devoured her in one bite, I deeply wanted to ruin this perfectly-put-together look, mess her hair and smear her makeup – fuck her senseless, in other words.

Instead, I gave her a neutral glance and rose to my feet. “A suit?” I said in a tone of mild surprise, it was a novelty to see her like this, but I liked it. “Where are you going?”

“To the library with Tasha, then my test. But I noticed that you were in here …” She looks down at the ground, not meeting me with her eyes. She’s demure and hesitant but I can tell she’s begging to be fucked, she just doesn’t want to come right and say it, embarrassed. That must change some day, but today it still turns me on.

“I am right here. You wanted to see me one more time? Get your confidence bolstered?”

Katya smiled and studied me with those tip-tilted cat eyes. I could see tiny rays in the chocolate brown irises, like gold threads, like the sun rising on dark, wet earth. “I’m not sure, but yes, probably,” she said softly. “What are you working on? Is that Tasha’s report?”

“It is, and a hard drive we must crack open, the password could be anything. But again, you’re not here to talk about that. You’re here to see me, to see if I can give you a dose of confidence before your big test?”

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