Cadence

12. One rule

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Nicolas:

One word. One simple word. It plays over and over again in my head like a song.

'What do you want malyshka.' 'You'.

My heart is pounding in my chest. When I saw her earlier with Jamie my breathing stopped. I was full of nothing but fury. How could she have been talking to him in my club. It should've been me she was dancing with. Not him.

But now, now I'm standing in front of her holding her face in my palm, whilst she stares at me with those doe eyes, and an innocent expression on her pretty face. It's been exactly 10 seconds since she spoke. I'm frozen in place.

She gives me an expression I don't understand and tries to step away from me. Only then do I speak.

"Get upstairs now malyshka."

Her eyes glint with excitement. She puts her purse under her arm and begins to walk towards the doors.

Before she goes through them she looks at me over her shoulder. Her eyes low and sultry. I nearly ejaculate from the look alone.

"Coming Volkov?" She doesn't wait for a response.

She walks in through the doors and is out of sight.

Fuck me. What am I doing. My father would kill me if he finds out about this. But right now. That is the last thing I'm thinking about. I walk through the doors and head straight for my office.

On my way, I pass many sweaty bodies. All of them conjoined into one as they move to the music around us. Ignoring them I walk past the strippers dressing room, not caring as they all follow my steps with lust filled eyes. I walk up the steps leading to my office and turn the door knob.

Stepping in I stop in my tracks. She took of her dress.

There she sits unashamed. In nothing but black lace lingerie. My face hardens. As does my dick. Kicking the door shut behind me, I stride over to her, her legs are crossed and her ass is sitting right on top of important documents on my desk. Her dress discarded on my office chair.

Standing in-front of her, I look down into her deep pools of chocolate. A smirk is plastered on her face, but I don't find this a single bit funny.

"Get on your knees." I nod to the floor.

She does as she's told and kneels before me. We're both in-front of my desk, the other chair pushed into the corner of the room. She look delicious. Full breast spilling out of her lace bra. Garters and stocking attached to her legs. From my perspective her ass is voluptuous. Shaped like a heart.

"Anything else sir." She smirks at me.

Greedily, she unbuckles my belt and settles it down next to her. Then she moves to undoing the buttons of my slacks. Then to unzipping the zipper and pulling the pants down my muscly thighs.

I'm standing in my dress shirt, tie, boxers and suit jacket now. Undoing my tie, I reach down and put it around her neck. She looks at me questioningly, I'm response I tighten it. Applying pressure to her airways. She gasps but remains still as I take off my suit jacket.

Her hands are flat against her creamy thighs. She sits, neck craned watching me undress myself. I begin to unbutton my dress shirt when she lifts her hands to take off my boxers.

"Wait." I say, watching as she follows my orders and rests her hands back in their original place.

Once I've finished unbuttoning my shirt I throw it onto my chair and watch as she rakes her eyes across every muscle my upper body has to offer. From my hard abs, to my chest, to my biceps. Her throat bobs up and down as she takes her time memorising my body.