My Russian Billionaire Boss 🔐 | Part 11: Mr. Volkvov Is A Tease (Patreon)

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I swallowed. The question burned on my tongue. "Did you really fuck her?”Viktor stayed silent for a long moment. His thumb traced slow circles on my inner thigh. The touch sent heat racing straight to my cock.

"Well..."He finally spoke, voice low and rough. “I didn’t want to fuck her. Not after years of what she did to me. Not after she took everything I built and left me with nothing but scars.”

I cut in sharply before he could finish. “And now?”

Viktor pulled me closer. His hand slid higher up my thigh, fingers pressing into the muscle with that possessive grip that always made my breath catch. His forehead rested against mine. The scent of him filled my lungs, woody and warm and dangerous.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the night on that rooftop,” he said. “Since you stood there with that smart mouth and told me I pissed my pants over a test server. Since I realized the only person I couldn’t control was the one I wanted most.”

The confession hit me like a live wire. My heart slammed against my ribs. Before I could throw another sarcastic line at him, Viktor crashed his mouth onto mine. Dominant. Hungry. No hesitation. His tongue pushed in deep, claiming every inch of me. Teeth nipped my lower lip hard enough to sting. I moaned into the kiss, leaning into it, chasing his tongue like I had been starving for it since the jet.

Viktor pulled back just enough to make me chase him. He waited. Eyes locked on mine. Showing me who was in control. I hated how much I loved it.

“Thought you wanted me to focus on the job, boss?” I whispered, voice already breathy.

He growled against my mouth. “The job can wait.”Viktor stood slowly, towering over me with that commanding presence that always made my pulse spike. He shrugged off his blazer first, letting it fall to the floor without a second glance. His fingers moved to the laces of his shoes next, untying them deliberately, one by one, before kicking them aside. Then came the belt. He unbuckled it with agonizing slowness, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft whisper that echoed in the quiet room.

Every movement was measured, teasing, like he knew exactly how badly I was aching to see what was underneath. I could not tear my eyes away. My cock throbbed painfully against the fabric of my trousers, already leaking at the thought of what he was about to reveal. I wanted him so desperately it hurt, wanted to drop to my knees right there and beg for the thick cock I had tasted on the jet. Pathetic how my body betrayed me, how my mouth watered just watching him strip like he owned every second of my attention.

He curled his fingers in a slow, deliberate gesture, beckoning me closer. His voice dropped into that deep, commanding register that always unraveled me. “But I cannot wait to fuck you tonight, Lennox. I have had enough of your teasing and your smart mouth. Come here.”

I laughed, the sound shaky even to my own ears, but I stood anyway. My hands moved quickly, loosening my blazer and letting it drop. I yanked my belt free in one sharp tug, then stripped my shirt and trousers off with desperate speed, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. My cock strained hard against the thin fabric, the head already wet and visible. I tried to keep the sarcasm alive, tried to pretend I was not trembling with need. Look at me, rushing to get naked for my boss like some eager little slut. Pathetic, right.

I stepped forward until I was right in front of him. My hands reached for the buttons of his shirt, fingers brushing the warm skin beneath. “Let’s get these off you, boss.”

Viktor’s hand shot out and caught my wrist, stopping me instantly. His grip was firm, unyielding. He looked down at me with those eyes burning with heat. “You are desperate for my cock, aren’t you, Lennox?” His free hand slid down and grabbed my ass, squeezing hard through the thin underwear, pulling me flush against him so I could feel every inch of his thick hardness pressing into my stomach. “All that sarcasm about hating rich tech CEOs, and look at how you cannot wait to get me naked.”I swallowed hard. My cock throbbed painfully against the fabric, already leaking and straining like it had a mind of its own. Pathetic how fast I folded the second he touched me. I tried to keep the sarcasm alive even while my voice came out shaky. “Maybe I just like seeing powerful men lose control for once.”

Viktor’s laugh was low and dark. He released my wrist only to slide both hands down my back, fingers hooking into the waistband of my underwear. He peeled them off slowly, letting the fabric drag over my aching cock until it sprang free, hard and flushed and already dripping at the tip. He stepped back just enough to look at me fully naked in front of him. His eyes raked over every inch of my body like he was deciding exactly how he wanted to ruin me.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “You are not bad for a hacker who spent nights high on caffeine and still managed to look like that.”

I fake flexed my thin body, running a hand down my own chest before wrapping my fingers around my six inch cock. I stroked myself once, slow and deliberate, letting him see how hard I already was for him. “You mean this, boss?”

Viktor laughed again, the sound rich and dangerous. Then he pushed me back onto the bed.

I sat on the edge, legs spread, staring up at him while he stood there still fully dressed except for the half open shirt. His cock strained heavy against the front of his trousers, the thick outline clear and inviting. He looked like pure power.

He started unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, painfully slow. Each new inch of skin revealed made my mouth water. Broad chest. Carved abs. The deep V lines disappearing into his waistband. Veins standing out on his forearms as he worked the fabric open.

“What a show off,” I muttered, voice already rough.

Viktor smirked. “You like the show.”

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his trousers and slid them down powerful thighs. They pooled at his feet. He stepped out of them and stood there in nothing but red underwear. The fabric was stretched tight over his massive bulge, the head of his cock clearly outlined, a small wet spot already forming at the tip. His balls looked heavy and full beneath the thin material.

I let out a shaky laugh. “Bold color choice, Mr. Volkov. Is it Irina’s favourite?”

Viktor stepped right in front of me. He towered over me while I sat on the bed. His hand came up to my jaw, tilting my face up so I had no choice but to look at him. His other hand cupped his own bulge, squeezing the thick length through the red fabric.

“All this sarcasm, Lennox,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Just admit how badly you want this cock.”

My hands reached for his thighs first. They were solid muscle, warm under my palms. I slid them back slowly until I was gripping his ass, feeling the firm globes flex under my fingers. I looked up at him through my lashes while my fingers hooked into the waistband of his underwear.

“Why does it matter if I admit it or not?” I whispered.

I started peeling the red fabric down from behind. His muscled ass squeezed under my hands as he spoke.

“Because, Lennox,” he growled, “when I fuck you tonight I want to know you have been thinking about nothing else but this cock stretching you open.”

The underwear dropped to his ankles. His cock sprang free, seven inches of thick, veined perfection. The head was flushed dark and shiny with pre cum. A neat trim of dark hair framed the base. His balls hung heavy and full below. He stood there completely naked, looking like the most powerful man in the world, every inch of him carved and commanding.

I stared. My mouth went dry. “There. No more teasing now.”

Viktor’s hand stayed on my jaw. Two fingers pressed against my lips. I opened for him without thinking. He slid them inside. I sucked on them instantly, tongue swirling around the thick digits while I looked up at him with submissive eyes.

“If you want the tease to stop,” he said, voice rough and dominant, “you will have to admit how much you want this.”

I kept sucking his fingers, eyes locked on his, cheeks hollowing as I took them deeper. My cock throbbed between my legs, leaking steadily onto the sheets.

I had already admitted it to myself the day I first saw him. I might hate the man. I might hate his money and his power and the way he owned every room he walked into. But lord, I could not hate the way he looked. I mean, look at him. If this is how he looks naked, I cannot wait to find out how he fucks.

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