On Her Knees by Jenika Snow
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Viktor stared at the doors long after the closed, the scent of Karina still surrounding him. He picked up his cup and took another drink. His dick was hard like a fucking piece of granite, pressed to his zipper, and his balls drawn up tight.
He was a sick fucker for the things he thought about doing to her, to the images that he allowed to play in his head. Hell, he’d been thinking about ripping her skirt off and pushing her over his desk so he could fuck her until she was sore and filled with his cum.
Yeah, he’d been thinking about that, envisioning it as she stood on the other side of his desk, acting so fucking submissive it made his blood beat in his ears.
He’d wanted her from the moment he hired her. She certainly wasn’t the type of woman he normally went after, which were the confident, experienced women that had no problem submitting to a man like him. But Karina was a natural submissive.
She only spoke to him when addressed, her whole demeanor screaming acceptance of everything he said.
She obeyed him without a fault, and despite the fact it was her job to do what he said, Viktor still got fucking hard every time she called him “Sir.”
This sick, he’d even say perverted, part of him loved that she had to obey him. He supposed she could have told him to fuck off with all of his demands, but she was naturally compliant, genuinely timid, and he loved it, got hard from it.
For the last year, since she’d been working for him, it was her image that Viktor had been jerking off to.
He had women at his feet, could screw a different female every night if he decided to, but he wasn’t going to lie about what he wanted from Karina.
He’d grown obsessed with her, plain and simple, and he knew until he had her in his bed, under him, and submitting to him, he wouldn’t be able to get over this need he had churning inside of him. He just didn’t know when he’d be able to coax her, show her that being with him wasn’t the worst mistake she’d ever make.
And he wasn’t sure enough of himself and what he wanted to say without a doubt actually having her would dim the obsession.
No, he even thought it might make it worse. She’d grown to be on his every thought, fill his every fantasy, and it made him pissed because he couldn’t seem to focus on anything else.
He glanced at the painting on his office wall. It was an abstract design of a woman dancing, her red gown moving around her, fading into the canvas. Inspiration struck him, and he knew what he wanted to do, how he’d see if Karina would come to him… be with him in every way imaginable.
It would go against company policy, be breaking a code of ethics because she was his employee, but at this point Viktor didn’t give a fuck.
That was how badly he wanted her.
