She entered the master bedroom suite, and continued on with her monologue. “It feels like I’m sinking into this carpet, it’s so soft and luxurious. And these area rugs—you must have paid a pretty penny to ship them in from the Orient. That’s where fancy rugs, come from, right? The Orient? I wouldn’t know. I’m so back-country. Ooh, is that a Jacuzzi in the corner? I bet you’re going to bang me but good in there before these two weeks are through!”
He gritted his teeth, “Eva…”
She flopped a hand over her heart. “Oh goodness gracious. Where is my head?” She let her large, plastic, neon-yellow purse slide to the floor. “You don’t want to hear me rattle on. You want me naked on the bed. I’m so sorry I’m still clothed, sir.”
She yanked her green T-shirt off over her head and wiggled out of her skirt. She then stepped out of her flip-flops and made hasty work of removing her panties and bra. Now naked as the day she was born, Eva kicked everything she’d just shed under the bed. “My ugly clothes have no business in a venue like this. I’m just going to hide them under this bed. My purse, too. Oh, but wait…”
She pulled a small, red gift-wrap bow out of her purse before putting it under the bed with the rest of her things. “Can’t forget the bow,” she all but trilled.
Then she stuck the bow to her forehead and lay back on the bed with her legs spread eagle. “Let me know if this is wide enough for you, sir.”
He stood there, feeling like a fool. “If you think acting like an idiot will keep me from making you uphold your end of the bargain, then you are mistaken.”
“Hmm,” she said from her position on the bed. “I’m not sure how you want me to answer that, sir. I’m just trying to be whatever you want me to be. I want to make sure you get everything you paid for, so please let me know if I’m not doing a good enough job. Your satisfaction means everything.”
For a moment he had to physically restrain himself from going over to the bed and throttling her until she dropped this stupid act. But after a few moments of holding himself still, he came back to his senses—his business senses.
This was just a tactic on her part and he had plenty of experience with tactics.
“My satisfaction means everything to you?” he asked, walking over to the bed.
“Oh yes, sir,” she said with enthusiasm so false, it bordered on contempt. “I want nothing more than to please you. “
“If you want to please me, then shut up,” he said.
She immediately clamped her lips together and pantomimed a turn-key gesture. Even without talking, she made it clear she thought his request childish and that she still had the upper hand.
But not for long, he vowed to himself.
He’d gained quite a bit of experience with chatty Americans over the past few years and he knew how to deal with them. In Eva’s case, he did exactly what he would have done in any business negotiation. He stayed silent for five minutes without saying anything.
But unlike with his business counterparts, he used the moments of silence to openly observe her naked body. Her breasts were larger now, and she’d gained weight all over. He found he liked this version of her body more. Most of the women he’d slept with since making the transition to business mogul all looked the same, long and lean with D-cup breasts provided by A-plus plastic surgeons, and hard bodies that served as a testament to the hours they put in at the gym. Eva’s soft curves and pretty girl-next-door looks called to him and made him realize how long it had been since he’d slept with anyone who looked like a real woman.
It was a struggle to keep his gaze cool and removed when he wanted nothing more than to crawl between her legs and sink inside of her. His penis was hard to the point of being painful, but he forced himself to maintain control.
And it was a good thing he did, because when he risked a light stroke over one of those thighs that he soon planned to have wrapped around his waist, she surprised him by shivering and quickly averting her eyes. This let him know she wasn’t quite as removed from the situation as her vapid act would have led him to believe.
Unable to resist one more touch, he ran his hands over her inner thighs and to his delight, she audibly caught her breath, her body tensing in a way that told him she was more than ready to receive him.
* * * *
Eva had thought she had taken at least a little control of the situation back from Alexei, but it only took one touch to show her whatever control she thought she had was fragile at best. The involuntary shiver released a corresponding wetness between her legs, and when he ran his large hands over her inner thighs she could feel her clit swell as she creamed even more.
But then he did the unexpected and stepped back from the bed. She refused to give him the satisfaction of watching him go, but out the corner of her eye, she could see him stop a few feet from the bed and slowly remove his jacket, before unzipping his pants.
“I am confused, Eva,” he said, after several more moments of silence had passed.
He walked back over to the bed and crawled between her legs with the panther-like grace she remembered, his usual scowl deepened with contemplation. “You are acting like someone who is only here under duress, but let us see…”
She felt rather than saw him take himself out of his pants and settle his thick erection against her throbbing entryway. “When I put my dick right here, I can feel you are already very wet.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but he placed a finger over her lips. “No, Eva. You said this was about what I want. And I do not want you to say another word until I tell you to. You can answer my questions with a shake of the head if it is ‘no’ or a nod if it is ‘yes.’”
He moved against her, sending waves of pleasure through her womb all the way up her spine. “Are you or are you not creaming all over my dick right now?”
Somehow his words only made her cream harder. She squirmed underneath him.
“I will need a yes or no, Eva.”
She slowly shook her head from side to side, wishing like hell it were true.
“And when I do this…” He lifted up again, taking away the pressure of his erection. But only for a brief moment. Soon she felt another kind pressure at her entryway, one that parted the lips of her vagina. “I’m watching myself feed my dick into your pussy. Are you sure this isn’t turning you on? Even a little bit?”
Eva couldn’t help the moan that escaped from her lips or the way her pussy clenched around him, happily accepting every inch he was slowly putting into her. But somehow she managed to shake her head from side to side again, denying the obvious truth.