"Judith, are you ready?" She heard Drazhan shouting from outside the bedroom door. She was anxiously tossing and flipping her clothes in the closet. "Give me a minute!" She replied as she continued to look through the garments. "Where have the f*ucking pants gone?" She cursed out loud.
"We're going to be late! What exactly are you doing in there? Trying to pleasure yourself? Open the door let me help. I'm sure you know I can do it better!" As he knocked, she could feel his smirk through the closed door.
"Shut up Drazhan!" Judith shouted as she sought for a pair of pants. But there weren't any; she swears she brought a few pairs, but how did they disappear overnight?
"Hurry up woman!" Drazhan yelled as he knocked on the door, and Judith groaned.
"I don't have any other options!" She murmured as she stared warily at the skirts in her hand.
Judith grabbed one of the skirts and slid into it, she groaned as it fell just below her mid-thigh. "Too short!" She took it off and slid into the second. It was a black pencil skirt and it ended at her knees, but there was a small slit till the middle of her left thigh. She groaned as she spun around in front of the mirror inspecting how she looked. "Why does this have to have a slit! Why do I even have skirts!"
"How long will you take?" Drazhan questioned, pounding on the door, and she glanced at her watch. It was already 9:30 a.m., and the meeting was scheduled for 10:00 a.m. "F*uck it!"
She slipped on a pair of black pumps and layered a white blazer with a waist cut over her white blouse. With a sour face, Judith yanked the door open, and Drazhan raised his brows, his gaze sweeping over her figure.
"Let's go," Judith grumbled as she started walking out. When Drazhan's rough palm landed firmly on her right butt cheek, she squealed. The spot his palm had landed on stung with pain and her eyes widened when he massaged it slightly soothing the stinging. "All right, let's go." He smirked, and she looked at him, dumbfounded.
"Did you really just-!" She exclaimed and he smirked.
"That was for making me wait!" He whispered into her ear while giving her right butt cheek a firm squeeze.
"You're getting a little too cozy!" He chuckled as she groaned. "You didn't seem to mind when my fingers played with your dripping wet p*ussy under the table."
"That's because you-" When Drazhan's hand squeezed her ass cheek again, she paused. "I what, kitten?" As they entered the elevator, he growled into her ear.
"You had caught me off guard!" Drazhan pressed himself against her body, and strained her against the elevator wall, as the elevator door closed.
"I had taken you off guard? Why? Was it the first time someone made you feel such pleasure?" As his lips brushed against the exposed skin of her neck, he whispered huskily. Her breath caught in her throat as he began to leave a trail of hot kisses.
"Just think if my fingers can make you feel so good. How much pleasure my c*ock can provide you." As He nipped on the skin of her neck and his hand roughly grabbed her thigh just inches away from her mound, she let out a breathy moan.
"Two can play this game you know!" He chuckled against her skin as she groaned. "You are free to play however you want. We did, after all, agree to play this game."
"Would you like to know a secret? Drazhan paused his kisses and touches as he whispered in her ear. "What?" She breathed out.
"You were right when you said I wanted to f*uck you, but I was pissed when I couldn't." She gasped as he nibbled her earlobe.
"I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you that day. My insides had burst from the desire to have your trembling body beneath me while I f*ucked you. I wanted to hear you scream my name as I savagely pounded into you from the moment you took my name. Now, regardless of who wins, I get to f*uck you, kitten!" He sealed the deal with a sloppy kiss under her ear. As a few guests entered the elevator, Drazhan turned around. While she tried to compose herself, Drazhan stood straight beside her with a suppressed proud smirk. Her face was flushed, her heart was thumping loudly in her chest, and her fresh panty was drenched in her juice. Even a simple touch from him elicited a flurry of desire in her mind. She, too, was astonished by how responsive her body was to his touches.
"Our production team is working on it right now, and you will receive the product design and details relatively soon." Judith stifled a yawn as Drazhan sat beside her, solemnly that said. It had been over an hour since the meeting began, and Judith was becoming increasingly bored as Drazhan, the partnering company representative, and their secretary began to discuss. She made little to no contribution and almost didn't understand almost everything they were discussing.
"-and I want to contribute a few of my employees to work with your production team." When the gentleman whose name had slipped her mind spoke, Judith lifted her eyes and looked up. "A few? That would not be necessary; my team is more than capable of handling this on their own."
As they continued to talk, Judith glanced at Drazhan's blank expression, and a wicked plan formed in her mind. She looked ahead and casually rested her hand on Drazhan's upper thigh. Drazhan's head turned to her with warning eyes, and she looked up at him, with innocent eyes. Judith began to run her hand up and down his inner thigh, starting to feel his muscles stiffen under her touch. Drazhan's eyes flashed her a warning, but she only smiled mischievously. "-Mr. Agnor?" Mr. Stevenson, the client, tried to get Drazhan's attention and he looked ahead. Judith also looked ahead, lightly brushing her fingers over his crotch, and felt his erection build-up under her touch. She tried to hide the smirk that was forming on her face when Drazhan's breath hitched. She grabbed him from over his pant and began stroking him. He was hard and large, filling her palm, and Judith bit her lower lip as the image of him filling her up flashed through her mind.
Drazhan finished his sentence and looked down at her. "You're playing a risky game here, Captain." She smirked up at him as he murmured a warning. She noticed the client speaking with his secretary and stroked his length faster
"Why? Is this making you want to f*uck me?" Drazhan's breath caught in his throat as his manhood aching with need in his pant. He only wanted to bend her on the table and pound inside her from behind.
"Your actions make me want to punish you," Drazhan murmured, his eyes promising of what he said, and she gulped. Mr. Stevenson began speaking again, and Judith turned to face him. Drazhan leisurely took her hand and pushed it away from his crotch.
"Okay, Mr. Agnor!" Me. Stevenson nodded curtly as he shook hands with Drazhan and turned to face Judith. "Ms. Callahan." He also shook hands with Judith before exiting the conference hall with his secretary. Lilian walked away as Drazhan nodded his head. Judith began to walk towards the exit when Drazhan grabbed her wrist and yanked her to him, slamming her body against his.
Drazhan scooped up her thighs and hoisted her up onto the table. As he stood between her thighs, he placed his hand on either side of her body on the table.
His gaze sweeps over her face as he took in how she looked while pinned against his body. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her lips were slightly parted, her nose flaring with every breath she took, her eyes were looking up at him with anticipation as he leaned in. His lips were just a hair above hers. Their lips would touch if anyone made even the slightest movement. Drazhan's lips formed a smirk as Judith faintly tilted her head, waiting to feel his lips against hers. With a teasing smirk, he drew away saying,
"Let's go." Leaving her dumbfounded on the table with her legs wide open. She snorted in disbelief and turned to face him as he walked out of the conference room.
The next two days flew by as Drazhan continued to provoke her. And Judith's s*exual frustration grew tenfold in a matter of days. She could tell he was doing it on purpose. To exact vengeance for touching him during the meeting, and to tease and frustrate her to the point where she gives up. And she was gradually slipping into his trap. How could she not when he would take her to the pinnacle but never let her ride down the ecstasy?
She was the one who was constantly pinned in the corner, and she had to do something about it! And Judith knew exactly what!
As she wore the second earring and sprayed the citrus fragrance on her exposed neck and wrist, Judith hummed along with the music. Through the mirror, she saw the bedroom door fly open and Drazhan walk-in still wearing the black suit he had gotten out wearing in the morning. He came to a halt at the door, his burning gaze slowly descended from her face to the tip of her toe. She was dressed in an emerald c*ocktail dress that hugged and dipped at every curve and ended just above her mid-thigh. The dress was held up by thin straps, and the neckline was a deep V that exposed the outline of her plump mounds. When she noticed his eyes darkening, she tried to hide the smirk that was forming on her lips.
Her hair was curled into soft waves and pulled up into a ponytail, with a few strands of hair loosely falling over her forehead framing her face. Her neck was exposed as the scent of citrus engulfed him. His gaze dropped to her long legs, which were hidden beneath a nude shade of tights, and he watched her slip into a pair of black pumps.
She took her purse and walked towards him to walk out the door. She didn't even bother to look at him as she passed by, but she came to a halt when his hand blocked the door. He inquired as she looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Where are you going?"
"Out," she said curtly, turning around to face the door, but he didn't take his hand away.
"Out where?" He inquired again, and she crossed her arms across her chest. "Out to have some drinks and dance the night away."
"Alone?"
"Yes," she replied, "Give me a few minutes and I'll change and come." He said seriously as he removed his hand from the doorframe and began walking inside. "Come where?" She inquired as she turned around.
"Where ever you're going." He replied as he dashed into the bathroom, and Judith smirked as she turned around and walked out of the bedroom and the hotel suite.
Ten minutes in Drazhan emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and a second towel in his hand. His hair was still wet, with water dripping from the strands. With the towel in his hand, he attempted to dry his hair while looking around the room.
"Judith?" He called her name but received no response. He frowned and walked out of the room, only to discover that the suite was empty. He dashed to his room with his jaw clenched. He quickly changed into a pair of grey slacks and a black shirt after quickly drying himself. He walked out of the suite while folding his sleeves up to his elbow.
He tried to call Judith, but her phone was unreachable and his calls went unanswered. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Elio approached him, who was waiting for him there.
"Hass Dir erausfonnt wou hatt ašs?" Drazhan inquired as he began walking out of the hotel with Elio on his toes. (Did you find out where she is?)
"Här, jo. Si ašs am Club Berghain." Elio informed Drazhan, who nodded as he slipped into his car and began driving down the road. (Sir, yes. She is at Club Berghain.)
Drazhan had a hunch about what she was up to, and if it is what he thinks it is, punishment is in order.
Drazhan walked into the club, his gaze darting through the crowd in search of her. His gaze wandered around the bar counters, VIP booths, and the crowded dance floor. And there he found her, swaying her hips and body to the beat in the middle of the dance floor. As she danced in sync to the beat, Judith looked carefree. Every movement of her body seemed to tease him. And her body was designed to seduce him, bring him to his knees, and make him beg for a taste. Drazhan took a step towards her but came to a halt when an arm wrapped around Judith's waist. Drazhan expected her to punch the guy in the face, but to his utter surprise, she didn't. Instead, she began to dance with him, grinding their bodies to the beat of the music while his hand explored her body. As Judith threw her head over the man's shoulder, Drazhan's hands balled into fists and his jaw clenched in rage. His whole body was filled with raw possessiveness and want to rip away that man away from her body. But when her gaze was drawn to him in the midst of the crowd, and her expression was indifferent. Drazhan spun around on his heels and walked out of the club. Leaving her with the stranger. She will have to return to the hotel, and when she does, she will be met with his wrath!
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Temptation Of The Knight ✔
Romance"You had a lot of fun on the flight, Captain!" He said coaxing his voice to sound huskier. Judith's lips parted slightly as her breathing became laboured. "If I recall properly, you were sceptical of my stamina!" He stated this while dipping his hea...
