Packing light for Seattle felt like a joke. I shoved a few shirts, slacks, and underwear into a small suitcase, trying to ignore the way my hands shook just a little. The break room kiss had replayed all night on loop in my head, every brutal second of it. His tongue claiming mine. His teeth nipping hard enough to sting. His cock grinding against me like a promise he had no intention of keeping. I'm such a slut for his dominance, I know it's fucking pathetic, but fuck if it does not make me hard every time I think about it. The way he pinned me like I weighed nothing. The way his thumb stroked my lip before he pulled back and left me wrecked. I hated how much I wanted more. Hated how my body betrayed me, cock twitching just from the memory. Pathetic. But God, the man knew how to unravel me without even trying.
I zipped the bag and headed out before dawn. The private airstrip was on the edge of San Francisco, tucked away like the rich folks' dirty secret. Viktor was already there when I pulled up. Dressed in a black shirt and charcoal gray pants - the one that made his butt look really sexy. He stood beside the sleek Gulfstream with his arms crossed, like he owned the sky. Which, knowing him, he probably did.
He turned as I approached. Gray eyes sharp. "Ready to focus, Lennox?"
I dragged my suitcase on the concrete. "As long as you do not kiss me again, boss."
His lips twitched. Not quite a smile. Something darker. Hungrier. He stepped closer, towering just enough to make me feel the difference in our sizes. His hand came up, gripped my chin lightly. Thumb brushing the corner of my mouth where his teeth had nipped yesterday. "Careful what you wish for. I might decide you need another reminder."
Heat flooded my face. My cock stirred in my trousers. I pulled away before I did something stupid like lean into it. "Lead the way, Mr. Volkov."
The jet was ridiculous. All polished wood and brown leather seats facing each other across a low table. Cream leather accents. A bar stocked with bottles that probably cost more than my rent. Cassie, the attendant, greeted us with a smile that lingered a beat too long on Viktor. Then on me. She was mid twenties, blonde, uniform hugging her curves just right. "Welcome aboard, Mr. Volkov. Mr. Lennox. Drinks?"
Viktor waved her off. "Vodka, neat. For him, coffee. Black."
She nodded. Smiled at me again as she moved to the bar. "Let me know if you need anything else, Kai."
Viktor watched her go. Then, when the cabin door closed behind her, he turned to me. "That will be all, Cassie. Privacy."
She paused in the doorway. Blinked. "Of course, sir." Slipped out. The door latched with a soft click.
We settled in. Me on one leather seat, him opposite. The jet taxied smooth. Took off without a jolt. Viktor loosened the first button of his shirt. Rolled up his sleeves slowly. Veins stood out on his forearms, thick and corded from all those gym hours. His skin was tan, dusted with dark hair that trailed up under the fabric. I swallowed. Looked away.
"No more distractions," he said. His voice was low, and his eyes stayed fixed on me.
I met his gaze without flinching. "Jealousy looks good on you, Mr. Volkov. I did not think CEOs lowered themselves to that level."
He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. The movement pulled his shirt tight across his chest. "I do not share what is mine."
The words hit me low in the gut, and they felt possessive in a way that made my cock twitch again. I shifted in the seat to hide it. "Yours? Last I checked, I am just the hired help."
Viktor pulled out the tablet with AetherLynx files and gestured to the spot next to him. "Sit here. Closer."
I hesitated for half a second before I moved. I sat opposite him now, and our knees almost touched. I was close enough to smell that woodsy cologne of his. It was cedar and smoke mixed with his skin, and it filled my lungs while it made my head swim.
We reviewed the files together. They were open on the table between us, with schematics and access logs spread out. I spotted a pattern in their server routing, and it looked like a weak link. "Why are you so hell bent on stealing from them and destroying them? It is personal, is it not?"
Viktor tensed up, but it was just a flicker. "I am not stealing."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, with us trying to get into their systems like this, it feels like stealing."
He deflected without missing a beat. "Focus on the code."
I laughed once, and it came out short. "I thought you wanted me to focus on the job. It is hard when you are staring like that."
Something snapped in his eyes right then. He set the tablet down hard on the seat beside him and stood up. He towered over me, and his gray trousers strained across his powerful thighs. The bulge in front was already there, thick and prominent, right at face level as I sat. The fabric did nothing to hide the outline, and it looked heavy and half hard from nothing but our banter.
"You talk too much," he said. His voice was rough as he put his hand on my jaw. It was firm, and he tilted my face up toward him. His thumb stroked my lower lip slow, pressing in just enough to part them. "If focusing on the job is so hard for you, maybe you need something else to occupy that sassy mouth."
The words dripped with dominance, erotic and full of a challenge wrapped in command. My breath caught in my throat, and my cock was fully hard now, straining against my zipper.
I licked his thumb, sassy and dirty all at once. "And here I thought you wanted professional distance. Make up your mind, boss."
Viktor folded his arms and stood there unmoving. His bulge twitched visibly in his trousers. "Focus on what is in front of you, Lennox. Or I will make you."
My hands moved on their own, and I reached for his black leather belt. My fingers trembled just a little as I unbuckled it, and the metal clinked soft in the quiet. I looked up and met his eyes, gray and burning down at me.
He nodded once. "Go on, Lennox."
I unzipped him slowly, and the sound was loud in the quiet cabin. His pants dropped to his thighs, and black trunks were underneath. The bulge was even more obvious now, heavy, and the fabric tented out. I palmed it and felt the heat and the weight, with the thick length shifting under my hand.
Viktor let out a low breath. "It is a short flight. Stop wasting time."
His hands went to his waistband, and he pushed the trunks down. His cock sprang free, seven inches thick and veined. The head was flushed dark, and a bead of pre cum glistened at the slit. It was manly, with a neat trim of dark hair at the base that framed it. His balls hung heavy below, dusted with the same trimmed hair. It hung there proud and waiting.
He folded his arms again and watched me, expectant.
I am really doing this, I thought to myself. I am about to blow the man who blackmailed me for a job, and it is happening on a private jet. It is pathetic, but his cock is worth it. When it looks like that, thick and veined and begging to be touched.
"Open your mouth, Kai," Viktor commanded.
I teased him and looked up. "Say please, boss."
Viktor's hand shot out, and he gripped my hair tight. He pulled my head back a little and leaned down. He crashed his mouth onto mine, dominant and full of tongue that thrust in deep. It was claiming, tasting like vodka and want, and he kissed like he owned me. It was hard and unyielding, and I moaned into it while my hands fisted his thighs.
Then he released me and stood straight. "Viktor Volkov does not request. He demands."
I licked my lips and tasted him. "Cocky."
He smirked, just a little. "Shut up and suck my cock, Lennox."
I leaned in and took him in my mouth, slow at first. My lips stretched around the head, and my tongue swirled the slit, tasting salt and musk. He was thick and filled my mouth, so I sucked deeper with my eyes up and locked on his. My hands were on his thighs, feeling the muscle tense under my fingers.
Viktor groaned low, and Russian words spilled out. "Bozhe moi... good boy. Are you not, Lennox?"
I hummed around him and took him deeper, to the back of my throat. I gagged a little but loved it, the stretch and the weight. I am choking on the man I hate, and it is the hottest thing ever. My cock ached in my trousers, leaking now.
He thrust gently, with his hands in my hair guiding me. He was fucking my face slow. "Did not think of you as someone who worships cock like this."
I pulled off with a wet pop and gasped for air. I stroked him with my hand, wet from my mouth. "Did not think of you as someone who would be packing this monster."
Viktor let out a subtle laugh, surprised and real. The sound rumbled through his chest.
I grinned up at him. "See? Even CEOs can be surprised. I did not know you laughed."
He laughed again, low and warm. Then his hand tightened in my hair, and he pulled me forward toward his rock hard cock. "Shut up and suck my cock, Lennox."
I did, and I took him deep again. My throat relaxed around him, and my nose brushed the trimmed hair at his base. His balls were heavy against my chin, and I sucked hard while my tongue pressed the vein underneath. My hands kneaded his thighs, feeling them flex.
Viktor moaned in Russian and thrust harder. He was fucking my face now, steady and controlled. "Da... just like that. Take it all."
I gagged, with tears pricking my eyes, but I loved every second of it. My free hand palmed my own cock through my trousers, aching and desperate.
Then a knock came, sharp on the cabin door.
"Turbulence ahead, Mr. Volkov," Cassie's voice said, hesitant. Then shocked, as the door cracked open just enough for her to see. "Oh... please be seated, sir."
Viktor pulled out fast, with his hard cock dripping with my saliva. He thrust it back into his trunks, zipped up, and sat down heavy in his seat. "Okay. Thanks, Cassie."
She flushed red and closed the door quickly. Footsteps retreated.
I leaned back in my seat, with my lips swollen and my jaw aching. The taste of him was thick on my tongue, and my cock throbbed so bad it hurt. Saliva dripped down my chin.
Viktor reached over, and his thumb wiped my lower lip slow and possessive. "This is not over yet."
The jet bucked, with turbulence hitting, and I buckled in. My heart was still racing.
A while later, we landed in Seattle smooth. We took a taxi to the hotel, a luxury tower downtown with views of the sound. Viktor checked us in, and my suite was next to his, with an adjoining door for security, he said.
I dropped my bag and collapsed on the king bed. I stared at the ceiling.
The blowjob replayed in my head. His cock in my mouth. The way he groaned my name. The laugh when I called it a monster. It was pathetic how much I loved it. I had salivated just looking at him, thick and veined and perfect.
The weekend in Seattle lay ahead. The conference. The AetherLynx CEO there. Private time with him. No escape.
Yeah, I am definitely becoming his bitch. I was literally salivating looking at his cock like it was the only meal I needed. And the worst part? I could not wait for Viktor Volkov to finish what he started in the private jet. His cock had been heavy on my tongue, thick and veined and tasting like sin, and now the ache in my jaw matched the one low in my gut. With his room next to mine, adjoining door unlocked for "security," I wondered if tonight he would finally snap the leash. If he would pin me to that king bed, demand I beg, and fuck me slow until I forgot my own name.
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