Chapter 14

VIKTOR

Emerson pulled her sweater over her head and stripped her sweatpants off, revealing her naked and aroused body. As she sank to her knees on the floor in front of him, she reached up to unfasten his trousers and lift his cock out. It took every ounce of his iron control not to push her onto her back, lift her legs over his shoulders and pound into her like some wild barbarian of old. He wanted her that badly.

He nearly came undone as her mouth hovered over his dick as it rose to meet her lips.

“I’m so sorry, my Master,” she purred.

She was being slightly sarcastic, but he didn’t care. Her tongue flicked out to swirl around the head of his cock, sending flashes of electricity through his whole system. He fisted her hair with one hand, intending to only let her pull back so far. With the other hand, he pushed her hair to one side, grasping it so that he could better see her as her tongue rolled over him. She licked his shaft from the tip all the way to where the root joined his body.

His balls felt heavy and were drawn up close to his body. There was the familiar telltale sizzle at the base of his spine as Emerson used her hand to stroke him, while she licked the pre-cum from his weeping slit. She lapped up all she could find before sucking him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him as she did so.

Viktor tightened his grip on her head and pulled her up. “I want to be deep inside that pussy of mine when I come. And it does belong to me, doesn’t it, dushka?”

“Yes, Master,” she said as he pulled her into position, straddling his lap.

Taking hold of her hips he pulled her down so that she was impaled on his cock. Emerson threw her head back and cried out. She realized she had misjudged him. Once he was lodged deep, he began to move within her, surging up and deep before pulling back, building the tension between them. His hands roamed freely over her body, playing with her breasts and nipples, but with one hand always on her hips as he pumped into her, controlling her movements as he let her ride him. Emerson rocked her body against his, her inner walls clenching around him with each thrust.

He was close, but so was she. Viktor used his thumb, pressing it hard against her clit in rhythmic circles until she cried out his name, falling forward onto him as her orgasm crashed over her in what felt like a tidal wave of ecstasy, her body convulsing with pleasure as she called his name. Her walls clamped down, milking his cock as he continued to thrust into her, prolonging her climax. The sound of her pleasure was like the sweetest symphony to Viktor’s ears.

Surging upward a final time, he ground against her with a guttural groan as he emptied himself inside her, filling her with his warmth.

Emerson leaned her forehead against his. “I really am sorry, and I will try to do better. You should be able to expect better from me.”

“All is forgiven, dushka. Do not let there be a third time.”

“Yes, Master,” she purred, and he wondered why her taunting way of referring to him as master meant so much more than a submissive simply reciting the words.

The car was slowing, turning into the private parking lot of the club. Away from prying eyes, only those with elite status at the club would be able to see them. As the car rolled to a stop, the air inside the back was heavy with the scent of their sex. Emerson tried to disengage from him as the door was opened, revealing her astride his cock in the interior light, but was prevented from doing so when he placed his hands on her hips, settling her more firmly on his lap.

“Will that be all, sir?” asked the driver, not looking at Emerson, body slick and glowing from their encounter.

“Yes.”

“Very good, sir,” the driver said, going to stand at the front of the Rolls.

“I don’t suppose you’d let me get dressed, would you?” she asked.

“No, I wouldn’t.”

Viktor lifted her off him and stepped outside, stuffing his cock back behind his fly and zipping up. He offered her his hand, which she took, and made no protest when he hoisted her naked body back over his shoulder as he walked to his private elevator.

“I suppose I can let Kendra know the two of you have returned safely?” drawled Sterling.

“You may. You may also tell her not to expect her sister until she sees her.” Viktor carried her up to his penthouse and into the bedroom where he tossed her on the bed, following her down and proceeding to spend the night reveling in her response to him.

The following morning, he was up and dressed when he crossed to their bed. He pulled back the covers and allowed his gaze to caress her lush and well-used curves. He would have given anything to have been able to call Fitz and simply tell him he would join Cerberus, but he knew there was more to it than that.

“Viktor?” she mumbled sleepily.

“I am here, malenkaya.”

“Can you not leave without telling me?”

“Of course. Why don’t you sleep a little longer? I’ll leave the car and driver downstairs at your disposal. I have to meet with Fitzwallace, but if you like, you can get dressed and go home to work.”

“I don’t know where my clothes are,” she admitted with a sexy smile. “They seem to have a way of just coming off and disappearing when I’m around you.”

“Yes, they do. It’s a very good thing for them to do. I had some things sent over from a couple of the shops and put in the closet for you. Choose what you like. If you don’t like anything, you can choose something else. I will send the car for you at five o’clock this afternoon. Behave yourself.”

“No promises,” she teased. He reached down and gave her distended nipple a nasty twist. She only laughed and said, “Yes, Master.”

“Better,” he said kissing the offended tip.

He headed down to his office, calling Agata to join him and in particular admonishing her to stay away from his home. After ending the call with Agata, he called Fitz.

“Rumor is you had a momentous night,” laughed the Scotsman.

“There was a misunderstanding, we discussed it, and that is the end of it.”

“I find those discussions go best when they’re either draped over your lap or your cock is shoved so far up their pussy they can’t think straight.”

From any other man, that kind of language might be offensive, but Viktor was well aware of the deep and abiding love Fitz had for his wife, and found he now aspired to have the same.

“Good advice. I will keep it in mind. I wanted to let you know that I will accept your generous offer to work with Cerberus and house the Charleston office here in the club. I know you usually take the top floor for Cerberus…”

“I know your home is on the top floor, but I have a couple of ideas how we can reconfigure things without too much expense or disruption. The expense, of course, will be picked up by Cerberus. I’d like to come by and show you what I have in mind so that we can get with an architect and get started.”

There was a knock on his office door, and Agata was shown inside. As he was just finishing up his conversation with Fitz, Viktor waved her into a chair on the opposite side of his desk. His groin tightened as he had a sudden flash of Emerson sitting at his feet under his desk. That would go a long way to relieving the stress that came with the kind of work he did. He would need to talk to Fitz about certain items he needed to finish for MI-6. Perhaps that was something Cerberus could help him with.

“Would you mind telling me what you thought you were doing when you told Ms. Ravenel she was not welcome in my home?”

“She was there, by herself. She could have been snooping in your things.”

“If she was, that would be my business, not yours. Your behavior towards Emerson was unwarranted, unprofessional, and intolerable. It will never happen again.”

“Viktor…” she started.

“Agata, there is nothing to discuss. I know that your family has served mine for centuries. I was not in favor of having you join me here in Charleston, but it seemed important to you, so I acquiesced. I now have cause to second guess that decision.”

“Please, Viktor.”

He waved his hand. “In light of the lengthy history between our families and yours, until now, exemplary service to me, I will overlook your transgression. You are to treat Ms. Ravenel with the courtesy and respect she is due.”

“She is an American,” Agata all but spat.

“She is my woman…”

“Your submissive.”

“My fiancée as soon as I get a ring on her finger.”

He wasn’t sure how that had come out of his mouth so easily or how right it felt to say it. All he knew was that it did, and that it caught Agata up short.

“I was unaware…”

“And now you are. Let me be clear, should Emerson ever have cause to complain about you, I will have your things packed and you removed back to the UK before the end of the day.”

“You cannot do this. You are not the tzar, and this is not Imperial Russia.”

“No. I am a man the CIA, MI-6, and several other intelligence agencies want to be on my good side. Having a domestic servant deported back to London would take nothing more than a phone call on my part. The Romanovs will always take care of your family and those in it, but we will not tolerate insolent behavior. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Viktor.”

“Good. Show yourself out. Your services won’t be needed upstairs until next week. I will have Emerson call you to set up your new schedule.”

Agata stood stiffly. He felt a momentary pang of conscience and then remembered her outrageous behavior had almost cost him Emerson. Although she might have helped to speed things along.

Before Fitz could arrive, Viktor turned his chair so that he could look out over the harbor as he placed a call to the family’s jeweler in Antwerp and ordered a ring that would complement and rival the collar Emerson now wore around her neck.

“So, it’s a ring now, in addition to the collar,” came the distinctive brogue. Like Viktor, Fitzwallace could move like a wraith when it suited him.

“What is it your people say? In for a penny, in for a pound?”

“I don’t think I’d put it like that to Emerson, but aye, there’s no need to wait when you’ve found the one. She’s going to keep you on your toes. Maybe you can get her to agree to take a retainer from Cerberus.”

Viktor chuckled. “I’ll see if I can’t get you the friends and family discount.”

Fitz lifted up a tablet. “I’ve been working on these this morning with Damon and King about preliminary plans for converting the infrastructure of the Carriage House. I’d like to get it set up so that it works in a similar way to Baker Street and Southside with regards to security and intelligence…”

As Fitz droned on, Viktor found it difficult to concentrate on what he was saying. He understood enough of it to be impressed, and later he vaguely remembered discussing how Viktor would juggle running both entities out of the location, what his responsibilities would entail, what his team would be focused on, and that kind of thing.

The problem was at the back of his mind were two issues. The first was how much longer would it be before he could get back inside Emerson. The second was who had sent her that anonymous email… and why?