Page 15 of Hostage with Benefits'

His eyes darkened further as I guided his hands to the bow at the back of the dress. Once loosened, I let it fall.

“Perhaps I should assist you in the changing room,” he whispered.

“Perhaps you should.”

We barely made it inside. He closed the curtain, and before I could realize what was going on, his mouth was on mine, hungry and demanding. I backed against the wall, pulling him with me, my hands already working at his belt.

“What are you doing?” he asked against my lips.

“Thanking you for the shopping trip and last night.” I sank to my knees, looking up at him. “Unless you want me to stop?”

His answer was to tangle his fingers in my hair, guiding me forward. I freed his cock, which was already hard and straining against his boxers. I took him in my mouth, savoring the way his breath hitched, the way his control slipped with each stroke of my tongue on the underside of his length.

For a man who’d kidnapped me, who’d upended my life without warning, making him lose this precious control felt like reclaiming some of my own power.

He tried to stay quiet; we were both painfully aware of the peopleoutside, but when I took him deeper, I felt the tremor in his thighs and heard the whispered Russian curses above me.

“Natalia,” he groaned, the warning clear in his tone.

I didn’t stop. I wanted this; I wanted to make him come apart, wanted to know I could affect him as much as he affected me. I wanted to see how fast I could make this restrained man come.

He didn’t even last a minute of me taking him down my throat. He didn’t push in even once, just let me do my thing as he bit into his fist while his thighs trembled.

When he came, it was with a shudder and a gasp. The hot pulse of him down my throat made me press my own thighs together, suddenly aware of how wet my panties were.

I sat back on my heels, oddly satisfied with myself, licking my lips and then lapping up the still-leaking cum from his head.

He pulled me to my feet at once, his expression almost reverent as he tucked his cock away. “You continue to surprise me.”

“Good. I’d hate to be predictable.”

“If you want something, it’s yours; no need for this, but I’m not complaining.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want things.”

“What do you want, then?”

“I want you to return the favor tonight.”

His eyes darkened with promise. “I’ll have you chained to my bed, writhing with pleasure until you pass out, then.”

I blinked. “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“You haven’t seen what I can do with my mouth yet.” He straightened my dress. “I think I’m appropriately dramatic. And I’m getting the dress.”

The drive back was charged with anticipation. I sat beside Mikhail in the back of the SUV, a respectable distance between us. Dmitri drove, occasionally glancing at us in the rearview mirror.

Back at the mansion, Galina met us at the door, eyeing the bags with approval. “Good. Now you have proper clothes. Dinner in one hour.”

Mikhail nodded. “We’ll be there.”

“We?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Unless you prefer to eat alone?”

“No, it’s just… Is this gonna be a daily thing?”

“Yes.” He carried my bags upstairs, depositing them in my room. “One hour. Wear the dress.”

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