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"Why do you think I fuck
around so much?"

- Sergey
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Chapter 18 - Please Say Yes

▪️N A T A S H A▪️

Sergey was clearly contemplating on what I had just asked him.

I knew that it was a bold move on my part, but I wanted Sergey in my bed. We were both consenting adults and no one had to know what was going on between us. 

It would be our secret.

Obviously, I was hoping that he would say yes. Not just to the hickey, but to so much more.

It was clearly a risk to have propositioned him in the way that I did, but given how the conversation had unfolded, I figured that it was as good an opportunity as any. Since I was feeling particularly brave right now, I figured that it would be better to just push ahead before I chickened out.

After all, what was the worst that could happen?

I was prepared to be rejected. But knowing that he was attracted to me, I would just lick my wounds and try again at a later date.

Sergey's right hand moved to stroke his low stubbled beard while his eyes slowly roamed down the front of my body. When his gaze reached my legs, I deliberately spread my thighs, the movement causing him to groan low in his throat.

"Isn't Mr. Baconcock flying in tomorrow evening? I thought that marks were bad for business?"

I shrugged, "I'll just hide them... Besides, it's not like I ever take my clothes off for my clients."

"You don't?" Sergey's brows creased as his head jerked up. Now staring at my face, he questioned with a sneer, "Not even for Karl?" 

Rolling my eyes at him, "No, not even for Karl."

"I'm confused, I thought that–"

"That I slept with some of my clients?" I finished for him.

Sergey nodded, "Yes, especially with him."

I got momentarily side tracked, curiousity getting the better of me, "What? How come?"

"It's the way he looks at you not to mention the subtle things that he does. Like the way he puts his hand on your lower back to help guide you into a room. He's clearly smitten with you and I suppose I just assumed that the two of you were lovers and were maybe even dating."

I would have rejoiced at the fact that Sergey seemed to be very attentive about what happened around me. But then I reminded myself that it was his job to be observant.

Shaking my head, I replied, "We've only ever kissed."

"Huh!" Sergey commented before biting the corner of his bottom lip, clearly thinking about something.

It was then that I decided that it was now or never, I needed to be open and honest with Sergey and what I wanted from him. Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and locked my eyes with him as I spoke.

"Like you said, I'm an escort, I provide companionship, not sex. Yes, clients like Karl have asked to sleep with me, but I've always declined."

"Why?"

Licking my lips nervously, I answered, "Because I wanted you to be my first–"

Sergey abruptly stood, the sound of the stool scraping against the floor caused me to stop midsentence.

From the way he moved, it was as though he needed to put some space between us. He ran his hand through his hair once again as he began pacing in front of me. When he stopped, his eyes flickered with something that I could not decipher, but his bewilderment was clearly etched on his face as he looked at me.

"Your first what exactly?" he asked in an almost panicked tone.

"Sergey, I haven't had sex since that night you found me," I confessed as I got off from my own stool.

With just a few steps, he closed the distance between us and I braced for his reaction as I felt him pull then push me so that I was moved back up against the opposite kitchen counter. His hands rested on the side of my torso, trapping me.

"Listen to me carefully, what was done to you was not sex! Do you understand me, Natasha?"

"You don't have to pretend to be nice, I know you're probably disgusted–"

In the blink of an eye, Sergey's right hand was unexpectedly at my throat, his thick long fingers gently squeezing as he leaned his face down close to mine. I could not help but drown in his intense gaze, which seemed to cloud over with a myriad of emotions.

His face was tense as he warned, "Don't you dare finished whatever the fuck it was that you were going to say!"

My heart was racing and I just knew that my pulse was lashing against his palm.

"Why would you choose me of all people?" Sergey questioned with an almost pained look on his face.

"Because I trust you! You're the only one that I feel comfortable around. I can't really explain it but, you're the only person that I want touching me in such a way."

His fingers around my neck loosened as he removed his hand, "What about Jade? I've seen you two making out and it always looked like there was more going on."

"Are you jealous?" I taunted.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he retorted with a snort.

I blushed at his words before answering his previous question, "In terms of making out with Jade, that's all we've ever done. Call it practice if you will. I mean if I'm to seduce male clients to extract information I had to at least know how to do something..."

Narrowing his eyes, he asked, "So, you want me to teach you how to have sex with a man? Is that it?" 

Shit, I hoped that Sergey was not seriously thinking that I wanted to use him so that I could go have sex with other men. 

Far from! 

It was highly unlikely that I would even be capable of being truly intimate with another person as I felt repulsed by the thought of anyone else touching me.

Of course, I was not about to confess that to Sergey, I did not want to scare him away. But I really hoped that he would say yes to me.

"When you say it like that, it sounds bad."

Shrugging, he replied, "I'm just saying it as I see it. But either way, I don't think that I'm the right person for the task."

"Why not?"

"Because frequent sex often leads to attachment. Why do you think I fuck around so much or don't keep a submissive for more than a few weeks?"

Tilting my head, I could not help but tease him, "Well, I could say that it's because of your fear of commitment–"

"Natasha–" Sergey attempted to speak.

"Don't interrupt me, let me finish!" I playfully scolded before continuing, "What I was going to add was that I know not everyone wants to be in a relationship, especially in your line of work. Having someone can become a weakness."

"Exactly!"

If there was one thing I could count on with Sergey, it was him being honest. It was something that I really admired about him, even if the truth would paint him in a bad light, he never shied away from it.

But he was telling me things that I already knew.

Dusting a piece of imaginary lint off his shoulder, I asked, "Why do you assume that I'll get attached? It's like you said, it can often lead to such, not always... Besides, don't you remember what I said back in the boutique?"

"Remind me," Sergey's voice was suddenly husky.

"I'm not asking for a relationship; I'm asking for orgasms. And yes, I know given my lack of experience you're worried that I'll get clingy, but I've really given this a lot of thought. I'm not delusional, I know the kind of man you are, Sergey, I'm not asking for more than you can give."

His eyes stared intently into mine and his pupils were dilated, giving me the courage to continue.

"It's like you so shamelessly said that day, 'I like to fuck' so why not fuck me?" I had deepened my voice a bit when imitating his words. 

He let out a soft deep laugh that I found myself wanting to close my eyes to listen to.

"First of all, I do not sound like that and secondly, where is that shy Natasha that was always so nervous around me?"

"I told you, she's on vacation!" I stated boldly and pulled his hands to touch my hips while asking, "Don't you want to show me what you like? Don't you want to teach me how to please you?"

"Natasha..."

The way he growled out my name had me swaying my hips while I said, "Please say yes..."

His body stiffened slightly and I observed the way he briefly closed his eyes while his fingers dug into my skin, as though he were trying to get some control over himself. Upon looking at his face more closely, it was then I realised that he looked a little tired and I mentally slapped myself.

"We don't have to do anything now of course; I mean it's after five in the morning and you've been on duty all night. I'm sure you must be exhausted. Which reminds me, I take it that the date ended well?"

A look flittered across his face, something mixed between humour and caution.

"How can you go from asking me to fuck you in one breath, then in the next ask me about another couple?"

I giggled awkwardly, "It's my fault really, I should have asked you that as soon as you walked in the door but I got distracted by the Fusion Tacos bag. But yeah, how was it?"

Inwardly groaning, he said, "If you must know, things ended well. Aleksandr's dog days are most definitely over."

"Dog days? What's that mean?"

"It means that I'll need to find a new wing man, since mine is going to be married soon."

"You sound a little sad–"

"I'm not!" Sergey quickly stated before he released me and took a step back.

My body immediately missed his touch, but I forced myself to focus, "There's no need to get defensive, you didn't even let me finish what I was going to say. Which was, that I understand why you would be a little sad."

I could tell that my words had shocked him as he asked, "How so?"

"Well, I've known you guys for five years and I've really gotten to observe the two of you over the last two years. Aleksandr is not just your boss, he's your best friend and I know that you two have always done things together since you were children. Now that he's moving on to a different stage of his life, things will change. He has a wife to see about now and maybe a child or two someday soon, it's completely normal to feel left out."

Sergey nodded but did not say anything else.

Hell, from the way the two of them often insulted each other's dick sizes in such vivid detail, I would have thought that maybe at one point they had been lovers.

But I would never say that out loud, much less try to sate my curiosity by asking about it.

"Well, I'm here for you if you need to talk. I mean, I know that you won't but I'm just letting you know that I get it," I said and dared to reach for his hands.

When Sergey surprisingly entwined his fingers with mine, I got slightly frazzled.

So much so that I started rambling, "I mean Jade and Litizia are my only two friends and I'll soon be the odd woman out. Not to say that I'm ready to get married, shit! I'm still playing catch up where social relationships are concerned and I'm definitely not wife material so–"

"That's the one thing that I can't stand about you!" Sergey interjected, his hold tightening as he added, "You always put yourself down, I hate it when you do that!"

At the tone of his voice, I found my gaze lowering as I apologised, stumbling over my words.

"Don't ever let anyone make you feel bad about yourself, not even me. I know given your past that you may think that you're not good enough, but you are! Fuck, it pains me that you can't see how amazing you are!"

"Then why don't you want me?" I whispered; my head still bowed.

"Look at me..." Sergey commanded, his voice lowering.

I did as he asked and I gasped at the intense grey eyes that I found staring back at me. Closing the distance between us once again, I whimpered softly, as he pressed our bodies together, the edge of the counter gently hitting my back.

"That's just it, Natasha, I do want you..."

"But I come with a lot of baggage, I get it Sergey you don't have–"

His hands tugged on mine while he vehemently shook his head, "I can tell just from the look on your face that you were going to say something stupid again."

The skin of my ears felt hot as I blushed.

"Listen to me carefully, for I'm only going to say this once. Where you're concerned, I have never been, nor will I ever be disgusted, repulsed, grossed out or whatever other senseless word you were going to say. Do you understand me?"

The way he spoke had such passion behind it that I could only nod in response.

"Use your words, gorgeous..." Sergey urged while letting go of my hands to place his back on my hips, the tips of his fingers moving under my top to touch the skin of my waist.

Chuckling softly, I said, "You really expect me to be able to string a coherent sentence when you're touching me like that?"

His laugh was rich and deep as he taunted, "I haven't even begun to touch you yet."

I shivered just thinking about all the wonderful things his hands could do to me knowing that what happened between us at the boutique was just a taste, I found myself eager and ready for more.

"I don't expect you to be quiet in bed," Sergey stated with an amused look on his face.

"What?" I blinked as he pulled my attention back to him.

Grinning down at me, he pulled my pelvis against his and said, "I expect you to tell me how you feel, Natasha. How else will I know that what I'm doing to you feels good?"

My breath hitched as I felt his arousal pressing into me.

Sergey was hard.

Not sort of, or somewhat hard.

No...

He was hard-hard.

Through our layers of clothing, I could feel how long and thick he was.

I was immediately reminded of what it had been like to feel him between my thighs. Biting my bottom lip, I pressed myself against him, swaying my hips lightly, allowing myself to feel his firm length that stretched down his thigh.

In response, Sergey groaned and the sound was so erotic that I found myself whimpering while his hands at my waist tightened even more, encouraging my movements, grinding our bodies together and creating a delicious friction that had me drenching my underwear.

Raising my arms to wrap around his shoulders, my fingers played with the ends of his hair, "Does that mean you're saying yes?"

"Fuck, seems that way..." Sergey said before adding, "I'll not only teach you what I like, more importantly, Natasha, I'll teach you what you like and for that, I'll need you to be vocal."

I visibly gulped, my body on fire.

"Tell me what you want," Sergey demanded softly, his breathing ragged.

"Right now?"

"Yes, what do you want, right now?"

Licking my lips, I whispered, "I want you to kiss me."

Sergey did not hesitate like I thought he would. Instead, his right hand immediately moved to hold on to the back of my neck while he simultaneously lowered his lips to mine. 

It was almost as if he had just been waiting for the opportunity.

Even though I had fantasised about this moment a million times, I was not ready for the explosive sensations that assaulted my senses.

Holding me firmly to him, Sergey kissed the way I knew he would.

Demanding. Hard. Rough. Sizzling.

I absolutely loved it!

Sergey's lips were harsh and punishing in a way that had my body melting. He ravenously pried my mouth open, his tongue eagerly seeking out my own. There was nothing gentle about our kiss and I moaned as I dug my fingers into his hair while my mouth attacked his in return.

I felt his chest vibrate and his left hand lowered from my waist to grab my ass, pressing me harder against him. I was so aroused that my legs quivered a bit, feeling his manhood rub against me.

This was not just a kiss; this was a promise of something more to come.

As much as I would have liked to deny it, there was no hiding the chemistry between us. I was almost afraid of what it would be like to explore these emotions that I felt beating around inside my chest.

When we finally broke apart, we were both out of breath.

The look in his eyes was something of a mix of wonder and panic. I knew right there and then that he had felt what I did.

Unable to help myself, I asked, "Are you going to leave now?"

"I should, but I can't..." Sergey replied, not releasing his hold on me.

A small spark of hope flared within me at his words, "What do you mean?"

"As much as I think that us moving forward with this secret arrangement is a bad idea, I'm a fucking selfish bastard, Natasha. I want you, even though I shouldn't. But you've offered yourself up to me, so I'm coming to collect."

I did not get a chance to respond as his lips reclaimed mine in a kiss that had me desperately clinging to him.

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A/N: Eeek Sergey! 🥰