Jakub pulled me aside and told me he didn’t expect me to work my debt off at all. He told me he was just thankful I showed up when I did that night in the hotel. I was a little shocked by his kindness and forgiveness. I guess when you spend your whole life believing you aren’t worthy of any of that, two times in two days is kind of overwhelming.
Like I’ve been so blinded living my life how everyone else wanted me to, that I missed out on all the good stuff.
All it took was a kiss from Serafin to make me realize it’s not too late for me to be saved. We can take off exactly where we left off, scrapes and scars and all.
“What are you doing with your life, Mia?” I whisper again, throwing my dress off over my head and neatly folding it on his desk.
“Finally living it.”
Every minute that ticks by is torture. I don’t know where I’m supposed to stand or sit. I want him in the worst way, but I feel so vulnerable hanging out in his office without any clothes on, as if they’d protect me anyway.
He knows how bad I want him, and I know how bad he wants me by the stiffness of his dick. I lick my lips knowing it’s definitely the biggest one I ever felt in my life. My body quivers in anticipation as I imagine it thrusting in and out of me.
I wonder if he’s watching me right now. I’m sure he has a surveillance system in his house. He would be insane not to. I feel the wetness pool between my thighs as I think about his commanding voice, and I’m half tempted to find out what happens to bad girls.
I don’t know what turns me on more, the thought of a night of rough, toe curling, earth shattering sex after years of waiting and wanting, or the thought of being with a man who I always loved and who has always loved me. It’s such a weird duality, love and lust, good and evil, dirty and pure, youth and experience… he makes me feel it all.
My breath comes out as a whoosh as the large oak office door comes swinging open slowly.
Instinctively, I put one hand over my breasts and one over my mound. I don’t know why I suddenly feel more naked than I’ve ever felt in my life. He smiles at me with hooded eyes and walks over to his desk, barely grazing my body with his as he passes me. I jump nearly three feet into the air, and I’m certain he notices by the chuckle that escapes his lips.
He sinks down in his office chair, rolling up the sleeves of his button down shirt, exposing his sinewed, tattooed, forearms. He’s not in a hurry. For a moment I feel like he doesn’t even realize I’m here, but as he gazes in my eyes and licks his lips, I gasp. He doesn’t even have to touch me and I feel like I’m on fire.
“Your body is beautiful, Mia. Every inch of you is perfection,” he says. “Move your hands so I can see the rest of you.”
I feel so self conscious. I don’t think anyone has ever really looked at my naked body before. Heck, I usually throw a towel on at the very least before I stand in the mirror after I take a shower. The way he looks at me, though, it feels right. I feel like I have nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing to hide.
I slowly lower my arms, lowering my gaze to the floor. This man staring my body down isn’t the same young guy who pulled my pigtails and stole kisses behind the bakery. He’s a red blooded man with needs, and right now, I know my body is exactly what he’s craving.
I can’t help but wonder how many women he’s had before me. I’m sure they were all glamorous and sexy, or at the very least classier than I am, but I don’t see that in the way he looks at me. I don’t hear it in the way he talks about me. He never made me feel lesser.
As if his mind drifts to the same place of mine, he pulls a cigar out of the drawer and lights it up, leaning over the desk towards me. “Bartek was a very lucky man. Did he make you cum properly?”
My jaw nearly hits the floor. It feels so dirty talking about my previous sexual experiences with him, but then I realize, prior to the incident, I’d always been an open book with him. Serafin was the one person in the world I could tell anything to. Sure, he was crass and crude, but he was a good listener.
“Honestly, Serafin, hearing his name and the word cum in the same sentence makes me want to lose my lunch.” I let out a nervous laugh and smile, but he doesn’t look amused.
“Is that why you left him?”
“It’s hard to force yourself to feel attracted to someone. It’s even harder when you don’t have any choice in the matter.” I don’t want to go to that dark place right now. Standing before him naked and completely vulnerable, I don’t want him to pity me any more than he already does. I know I’m pathetic for a thirty year old woman. I don’t have a pot to piss in, a leg to stand on, I have nothing to show for my entire life. I don’t even have a family who gives a shit about me.
He’s always wanted to be my salvation, and now his wish is coming
