✔ St Vladimir Academy.

Chapter 10: Muscle problem.

Caution Rated (R or X) I don't really know how these ratings are classified. Basically due to the sexual content not suitable for under the 18.

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10 Dimitri POV. (edited)

Roza is far stronger than I expected and then she gives herself credit for. I still can't rap my head around the fact that she just popped back her dislocated shoulder by herself with only one scream. Even with those rumours she held her head high. It broke my heart too see she had been crying past weekend. If I'm correct she locked herself in that room for an entire weekend too gather strength to face the world again.

I kept my eye on her as the week past and the rumours were long forgotten, thankfully. She was back too her usual snarky yet flirty self by the end of the week.

She was almost at the top of her class now. I wanted to keep up the training though if only to spend extra time with her.

Rose POV.

By the start of the following week I still had Dimitri on my mind. I had a feeling he liked me and wanted to see how far I could go.

My last class was over and I knew Dimitri would be in his office doing some paperwork. I showered and changed into a short skirt and a tight black shirt with a low V cut.

I knocked on the office door and could hear him on the phone. "Come in." I walked in and pressed my back against the door locking it behind my back. Dimitri noticed the small movement. "Yes I'll be there." He said into the phone. "Alright then goodbye." He said as I walked over to his side off the desk leaning against the corner. He hung up the phone. "What can I do for you miss Hathaway?" He asked seriously yet a little husky as his accent thickens. I regarded him with the same serious tone. "Well Mr Belikov I seem to have a problem. I have this muscle that seems to be bothering me." I said while pulling up my skirt at my left thigh letting my hand glide over the skin. "I've been trying to stretch it loose but it's still nagging me." I said husky. He looked at my thigh were I was rubbing slowly up and down and he swallowed. "I might be able to have something for that." He rolled his chair back and opened his right drawer pulling out a jar. I let myself glide in front of him as he took out the jar. He handed me the jar and I stepped towards him straddling his lap. "Wat this?" I asked while sitting in his lap. Feeling his manhood press against me.

"It's a muscle relaxing cream." He said quietly very aware of his increasing desire. "Oh my Mr Belikov is that a pencil in your pocket or are you just happy to see me." I asked biting my lip. His eyes glided over my body lingering on my cleavage that was in full view of him. "Well Miss Hathaway when a beautiful woman dressed like you are comes in. It's not that surprising that me little friend wants to feel you." He said in a thick accented voice. I smiled and opened the jar. "Would you mind helping putting this on. I don't think I can reach the back hamstring that seems to be the problem."

He bit his lip. "I'm happy to oblige ma'am." He answered taking a lick off the salve. He placed his hand on my thigh just above the knee and gently worked his way up massaging my other thigh. As he worked his way up I pressed myself harder against him getting hem even harder. As he found his way up too where my pantie line should me he looked at me and groaned as he released I wasn't wearing any. I slit my hand up against his chest drifting up towards his shoulders losing my fingers into his hair flicking out his ponytail. I arched my back increasing the pressure below. He whispered in Russian. "Vy ne znayete, chto vy delayete mne" ("You don't know what you are doing to me") His left hand played with the edge of my shirt and soon enough found his way under it stroking my side. I started too circle my hips in his lap increasing the friction for the both off us. I couldn't help but moan softly at the feel off his hands on me. I lifted my head back up and leaned in hovering over his lips with only an inch too spare. I could feel him throbbing beneath me as I was wet for his virility pressing against me.

As his warm hand reached my butt, the phone rang. He growled out an unhappy moan. He grabbed my waist and lifted me on his desk. So he could answer the phone. "Yes." He said snarky into the phone. His eyes never left my body as hunger and lust radiated off him. "Yes. I'll be right there." He answered into the phone and hung it up. He stood up and grabbed my waist pushing himself against my wet throbbing core with an animalistic force. "I'm sorry Miss Hathaway but I need to go. And also cancel our afternoon session." He said husky. "That's a shame. Lett me just say goodbye to our little friend." I said while I groped over the bulge in his pants. He let out a hissed moan at my touch while tightening his hold on my waist. He reluctantly pulled himself of off me and flopped back into his chair in defeat.

I hopped off the desk taking a pencil with me and accidently dropping it. I turned around. "Oh sorry, Mr Belikov. Let me get that." I leaned down grabbing the pencil making sure to grind myself between his thighs when bending over and pulling up. He whimpered in response at the last friction between his legs.

I turned and headed out the door leaving Dimitri behind. I wondered if he would jack off too me. He probably is and making it a quickie too get too where he needs to be.