Get naked …
Liam's words from the other day started whispering around in her brain. About how sexy and confident she'd been at her aerobics class. He'd gotten hard just describing it to her. What would happen to Wulf if he saw it in action?
You can do this. You've done this. Be that woman.
There was no music, but Katya started rolling her shoulders to an imaginary beat. Moving her hips from side to side. Wulf looked a little intrigued, but not half as much as when she kicked off her shoes. He stared at her fingers as she slowly pulled her dangly necklace off from around her neck.
She sank to her knees at the same time as she peeled her shirt off. She dropped it off the edge of the table while she crawled forward. Then she rolled onto her back, looking at him from upside down while she arched her back. She was wearing all black that day, even down to her underwear, and his eyes lingered on the cups of her bra.
After fanning her legs in the air, she spun back around, always moving slightly closer to him. She moved her hands over her body as she walked down the table. When she was only about five feet away, she finally stopped and did a straight-legged bend, forcing her ass up and high, all while she slid her leggings off. With a flick of her foot, she kicked them into his face.
By the time he'd thrown the fabric into a corner, she was on all fours, crawling towards him again. He'd looked aloof for the most part of her dance, but now that she was closer to him, she could see the hunger in his eyes. Like he wanted to take a bite out of her. She stretched out flat on the table, kicking her feet up behind her and making sure her butt was popped up. Then while still staring at him, she reached out and grabbed his tie, gently yanking on it. He rolled forward in his chair till he was against the edge of the table.
“Not what I was expecting, Tocci. I'm impressed,” he said to her, his voice low. She smoothed her hand down his tie. Over his chest. Across his stomach. Clear to the bulge in his pants, which she cupped in her hand before stroking up and down.
“I'm flattered. I get the feeling there isn't much you've seen that impresses you,” she said. His hand went down over hers, pressing down harder, showing her how fast to stroke.
“Katya,” he whispered, and she shivered. He so rarely said her first name. “I've never seen anything like you.”
Words like that, and Wulf didn't need to make any deals. She never had to see his apartment. He'd barely finished talking, and she was all over him. His assistant was somewhere in the building, Katya was positive the conference room door wasn't locked, and she didn't care at all. Not even one little bit.
She dropped into his lap with such force that his chair rolled backwards, almost threatening to tip over. She was able to kiss him once, but then his hands were in her hair, yanking her away.
“Ah, but this is supposed to be a punishment, remember? Who said you could kiss me?” he said, and she felt him nipping at the side of her neck.
“Wulf, please, I don't want to – AH!” she ended in a shriek when he bit so hard, she wondered if he broke skin.
“Dissension. Tsk tsk, Ms. Tocci. You're on a roll tonight. Get off me.”
She wasn't given a chance to comply. He pulled harder on her hair, and she was forced to follow his hand. She slid off his lap and managed to get her feet under her, still following him as he stood up.
Katya was dragged across the room and pressed up against the window. She gulped at the feeling of cold glass on her hot skin, then moaned when she felt his lips on the back of her neck. She wasn't sure what had gotten into him – their last time together, he hadn't been so aggressive. Maybe she was seeing a new side to him. Or the real him.
Very pleased to meet you, Mr. Stone.
“Please,” she said again, pushing her hips away from the window and rubbing her ass against his crotch. “Please, I need you.”
“Hmmm, that's nice, but I don't think that's what you mean,” he whispered. As he kissed his way down her spine, his hand slowly slid out of her hair and crept over the back of her neck.
“Please, Wulf.”
“'Please, Wulf'. She begs so sweetly, yet still can't get what she wants.”
His free hand was at her hip, yanking and pulling at her underwear. Shoving them down, letting them fall to her ankles. Leaving her in only her bra.
“Please.”
She could feel his suit against her bare skin as he stood upright, and his hand slid around her neck, gently wrapping around her throat. She gasped as she was pulled back, her spine forced to arch as her head was drawn into his shoulder. She planted her palms against the window and started panting when his free hand moved across her stomach.
“Please what?”
“Wulf, I want ...”
The hand on her throat squeezed tighter, the hand on her stomach moved lower, but neither pushed her over the edge she was so desperately seeking. She stood on the balls of her feet, almost crying from the tension running through her body.
“If you can't even say what you fucking want,” he growled, his breath hot against her face. “I don't know why I should bother giving it to you.”
“Please, I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. The chuckle she heard sounded more like a growl, and she moaned when she felt his tongue against her ear.
“What was that? I couldn't quite hear you,” he hissed.
“Just fuck me,” she hissed right back.
“Just fuck you? That's it? My, your demands are so very simple.”
Alright, Wulfric. You win.
“Please, Wulf,” she purred, placing one of her hands over his own and moving it down between her legs. “Fuck me right now. Right here. Against this window. Fuck me so hard, people down on the street will hear me screaming your name.”
She'd never spoken like that before, to anyone. She briefly wondered if it was too much. If she sounded ridiculous. But then he was slamming his dick into her, and she realized it wasn't too much at all.
Jesus, I should've been talking like this years ago.
“I thought that was going to take you all fucking night,” he groaned as he bucked his hips against her. Slow and gentle certainly wasn't on the menu that night – he just instantly started fucking her like it was his job. She couldn't even respond. Could barely breathe. He was pounding the air from her lungs, and the hand on her throat was ensuring she couldn't suck any of it back in.
“See what happens when you do as I ask? You get rewarded,” he panted, finally moving his hands. She sucked in air greedily and managed to nod.
“Yes. Yes, thank you. God, thank you so much,” she moaned. He gripped her hips and yanked them further away from the glass, forcing her to bend at almost a right angle. The new position enabled him to fuck her even harder, something she hadn't thought was possible. She shrieked with every thrust, her hands beating against the window.