Page 8 of My Russian Roommate

Unable to take much more of this, I begin to reconsider my stand on not moving too quickly. I lift her off my lap and toss her on the bed, moving quickly to position myself above her. I place my hand on her thigh and feel her leg quiver as my fingers trace tiny upward-moving circles on her skin.

I reach the lace edge of her panties and gently stroke her through the fabric before slipping my fingers inside to touch the silky skin of her womanhood. Her breath quickens and she gasps as I slide my finger inside her and brush it against her swollen clit.

Heat licking through my veins, I’ve lost all sense of reality and barely hear the sound of the phone ringing in my pocket. I swallow back a curse.

Technically on call, I have no choice but to stop playing with Leah and answer it. The display tells me everything I need to know. It’s the station alerting me that my presence is required on a call. I answer, make a note of the address, and toss the phone down on the bed.

“What is it?” Leah asks.

“I have to go. Duty calls. You have no idea how sorry I am about this.”

“It’s okay,” she sits up and pulls her uniform skirt down to cover her panties. She’s blushing and has to brush her hair from her face.

“No, it’s not okay. It sucks. I wasn’t finished with you yet. Do you like me touching your sweet pussy?”

She bites her lips and nods her head.

“Say it, little girl. Say, ‘Yes, I like it when you touch my pussy.’”

She clears her throat and whispers, “I like it when you touch my pussy.”

I lean down and kiss her glistening forehead, “It’s okay. You can whisper now. Just wait. Next time I touch your pussy, I’m gonna make you scream.”

Back in my uniform, I put my weapon in the holster and leave the room. She follows me to the door and watches as I place my hand on the knob. I look back at her standing there like a little, lost kitten and let go of the door. I put my hand on her waist and pull her body against mine, kissing her.

“Lock the door behind me. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” I tell her.

On my way out to the car, I notice a strange man standing just outside the building's locked door. Our eyes meet for a split second before he turns and moves quickly down the steps to the sidewalk below. I quicken my pace, hoping to get a better look at him and find him walking in the same direction as my car.

“Hey, were you looking for someone back there?” I shout as I come up behind him.

“Huh, what?” he stammers.

“Back there. You were looking into the lobby of my building.”

“Oh, no I wasn’t. I work for a food delivery service and just dropped off food for one of your neighbors.”

“Really? Then why were you loitering outside?”

“I wasn’t, Officer. I stopped to check my phone. Another order came in,” he stops on the side of a green sedan. “Sorry to cause you any trouble.”

“No trouble. Have a good night,” I answer, making a mental note of his plate number.

I get into my patrol car and try my best to shake off my frustration. The timing of this call couldn’t have been worse, and I cuss out loud thinking about what I had to walk away from to take it. I just hope this is a quick turnaround so I can get back to Leah before she goes to sleep.

5

GHOSTS OF THE PAST

LEAH

Lev walks out the door, leaving my head reeling from what just happened between us. Am I that girl who gets off on being dominated by an older man? I never would have thought. Then again, I’ve never experienced anyone like Lev before.

When he took me over his knee, I was shocked and offended at first because that’s what I thought I was supposed to be but the falseness of those feelings became quite clear when I stopped fighting my true feelings and let go. He awakened every nerve in my body, making them tingle and ache with a longing for more contact. If he hadn’t been called away, I would have eagerly submitted to anything he demanded from me.

Next time, he’ll “make me scream”? He has no idea how badly I want him to do just that. I want him to make me feel things I’ve only seen in movies or read about in steamy romance novels. My desire for him is untamed and completely out of character but I don’t care. I want to be whoever he wants me to be.

Now, alone in the silence, I remember why I came here in the first place. It was to get away from an obsessive and domineering man who wouldn’t take no for an answer. What makes things with Lev different is that he walks with confidence and strength that makes him worthy of my submission. Jack Harington, my hometown stalker, had no confidence and thought that he could build himself up by knocking women down. At first, I found him pathetic and a little creepy, but as time went on, I realized that he might also be dangerous. That’s why I didn’t wait until I had a rock-solid plan before moving away.

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