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"Ask me if I give a shit..."

- Sergey
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Chapter 5 - Embrace The Rub

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I exhaled softly and kept my eyes forward.

Not wanting to think about the look that Sergey had given me a few moments ago, I refocused my attention on the various rows of cars parked in the unground parking lot.

"Seriously, Natasha. You know that I'm all for a woman being armed and able to protect herself. But you really need to be careful on how you draw your weapon; especially when pointing it at my head!" Sergey suddenly said.

"I thought that you were a man who enjoyed living on the edge?" I joked, trying to hide how reckless I had been.

Huffing softly, he replied, "Perhaps, but I'd prefer to have an open casket funeral if you don't mind..."

Nodding, I apologised, "You're right; I am a bit tense today. I promise to be more careful."

"How come you're heading out so early anyway? Didn't you have a client to entertain tonight?" Sergey asked.

I wanted to pretend that the tightness in his voice was due to jealousy.

But given the rising tension surrounding our interactions recently, I figured that he was probably just disgusted with the increased number of men I saw on a daily basis over the past few months. Although, whenever I thought about it, that reasoning never seemed to make much sense as I knew that Sergey did not have a problem with my line of work.

However, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that Sergey had a problem with me as a person.

In fact, I noticed that his attitude towards me had changed about a year ago when the incident with Markus had occurred.

The Swedish businessman was someone I had been tasked with seducing in the hopes of extracting intel from him. Regrettably, the night had taken a turn for the worse when Markus had tried to force himself on me and I was forced to bite his throat in self defense.

Thankfully, Aleksandr always had some form of surveillance in the hotel rooms.

When Sergey had burst through the door a few moments later, I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my dress ripped open down the front while Markus lay on the floor, bleeding. Sergey had taken one look at my half-naked body and his mouth curled in a snarl before he aimed his gun and shot the Swede in the head before storming out of the room.

I did not understand why he had been so upset and I was too afraid to ask. In the end, I simply assumed based on my own observations.

Perhaps he really was repulsed by my profession. After all, he never slept with any of the women who worked for Aleksandr. Or maybe just the thought that I had almost ripped a man's throat out disgusted him.

So engrossed in my thoughts, I did not realise that I had not answered his question until Sergey said my name.

"Natasha?"

"Sorry!" I responded then added, "My date for tonight was cancelled, Aleksandr gave me the night off. In fact, he gave me the next three days off, a reward I suppose for all my hard work this morning."

"Ah yes! I heard that you had a successful meeting. Good work..."

I thought that there might have been a strange tone in his voice, but I pushed the thought aside and simply said, "Thank you."

"How's that boyfriend of yours? What's his name again, oh yes, Mr. Baconcock?"

Letting out a sigh, I grumbled, "He's not my boyfriend! And you know very well that's not his name."

"The man's name is Karl Speckhahn. If I remember my German correctly, speck means bacon and hahn is the word for cock, as in the male chicken, so... Mr. Baconcock!" Sergey gave me a smug look while I shook my head.

Of course, I was not so enamoured with him that I did not turn a blind eye to his crass behaviour. 

There was no doubt about it, some of the things that came out of Sergey's mouth made me cringe and he could be very tasteless and disrespectful when the mood struck. He was very much like Jade in that way, they both did not have filters when it came to speaking their minds.

For some reason, whenever Sergey heard Karl's name, he seemed to get agitated. I had noticed that the two men did not seem to like each other very much but I had no idea why.

Karl was a handsome German in his early forties who happened to be a business associate of Dominic and Aleksandr. He was one of my regulars and I saw him at least three times a week whenever he was in the country. I never had any problems with Karl and he was always very respectful whenever we were together.

Seeing the scowl forming on Sergey's face, I decided not to ask about his contempt for the man. Especially given the tension that was already radiating from his body, I knew that now was not the time.

An awkward silence fell between us while we continued to walk past another row of cars.

When we arrived at my black BMW 1 Series, I looked down at my hands and fiddled with the black and chrome key fob that I had pulled out of my clutch.

Turning to face Sergey, I resisted the urge to push him up against the side of my car and kiss those tempting lips of his, curious to know how his low stubbled beard would feel against my skin. There was nothing that I wanted more than to feel those strong arms wrap around me, pressing our bodies together.

Since becoming more empowered and secure in my new identity, I had never been shy in expressing what I wanted, especially around men. But there was just something about Sergey that had me melting and second-guessing myself all in the same breath.

"Are you sure that you're alright?" Sergey asked, forcing me to refocus.

Nodding a bit too enthusiastically, I replied, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Raising an eyebrow, "Oh I don't know, the fact that you nearly shot me? Plus, you seem quieter than usual tonight."

"Just one of those days I suppose." I shrugged.

Stepping closer to me, his voice lowered, "Did someone do something to upset you?"

"No, but even if someone did, you can't go hurting people just because they do something to upset me."

"I can't?" Sergey said with a twisted grin that had my knees buckling.

Trying to keep my voice steady, I said teasingly, "If I remember correctly, there's a code of conduct to be followed."

"Pfft! Ask me if I give a shit..."

A breathy laugh escaped me, but I almost choked on it when Sergey unexpectedly touched me for the second time tonight.

Using the tip of his fingers, he lightly brushed against my elbow as he turned me to face him fully. The soft and gentle tone of his deep voice caused me to shiver and I could not help but wonder what it would be like for him to whisper sweet words in my ear.

Not trusting myself to speak, I simply nodded in reply.

"If you need anything–"

"I know, call your black phone, got it!" I exclaimed and pulled away from him.

Feeling embarrassed about my body's reaction, I quickly got into my car and slammed the door before he could say anything else. I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye while I started the car, revving the engine unnecessarily.

From the stunned look on Sergey's face, I knew that my sudden change in mood had confused him. But I needed to get away before I did something stupid, like beg him to kiss me.

As I drove off, I watched his tall frame in the rear-view mirror and sighed.

The expression on his face had me clenching my thighs.

Sergey looked like he wanted to bend me over and spank me for my rude behaviour which, to be honest, was something I often fantasised about. I would love nothing more than to be paired with him while he did a demonstration at The Purple Angel.

The way his strong arms flexed whenever he used that thin black belt of his, it was like watching a painter pass his brush over a blank canvas while he created something beautiful. With each flick of his wrist, he would leave a temporary mark on a willing recipient's eager flesh.

Unfortunately, Sergey never chose me as a partner.

I envied the women who got to participate in the demonstration scenes with him, just as I envied the women who got to message him on his space grey phone. That sleek device of his was strictly for pleasure, and even though the black phone was his top priority, I wished that I could call him for something other than work-related issues.

Although, now that I think about it, I could not remember the last time I had seen him fiddling with the space grey gadget. Maybe he had gotten rid of it and was trying to curb his playboy ways.

"Nu da, konechno, aga!" I said with a laugh then repeated the expression in English, amused by the absurdity of my thoughts, "Not likely..."

When I got to my apartment, I wasted no time in heading towards the shower.

Twenty minutes later, I walked into my dimly-lit bedroom, and lay on top of the covers, enjoying the feel of the cool fabric against my naked skin.

I had a large king-sized bed, although I did not know why I had bothered buying such a big piece of furniture. It was not as if I ever invited people back to my place, and no one had ever slept in my bed but me. There were many times when I pictured Sergey's body stretched across the mattress and as I stared up at my ceiling, I often wished that I had a mirror above my bed.

As much as I hated masturbating, a part of me always thought that it might be interesting to watch my reflection while I played with myself. 

Or maybe I just secretly had a thing for mirrors.

With a sigh, I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to sort through its vast inventory of erotic fantasies. All of them starring Sergey.

The main reason why I never liked masturbating was that it always took so long for me to find a pleasurable release. On the rare occasions when I had the patience to try and achieve an orgasm, when I finally did, they were never fulfilling as they were usually painful.

There was no relief, no pleasure, so I often thought it useless to bother.

If I was being completely honest with myself, another reason for my failed self-pleasure was due to the fact that as soon as my orgasm approached, I would habitually pull my fingers or vibrator away while my body was still climaxing. But how could I not when the feeling always got too intense for me to endure.

Jade would repeatedly tell me not to give up, having confided in me that she had dealt with similar issues. She claimed that I simply needed to 'embrace the rub' as she called it and to try and be patient with myself.

I laughed softly, remembering the look on Jade's face every time she said the phrase. Say what you want about the purple-haired woman, she was beyond entertaining.

After my interaction with Sergey tonight, my body was on edge and even if my orgasm ended up being shit as usual, I needed some form of release. Before I realised it, my hands were drifting across my chest before skimming over my flat stomach.

Keeping my eyes closed, I pictured that it was Sergey's hands instead of my own. It was easy for me to envision the dark tattoos on the back of his hand against the smooth paleness of my skin.

The stark contrast had me biting my lip.

In my fantasy, Sergey gathered me up in his strong arms before throwing me onto the bed, spreading my thighs wide.

My back would arch as I felt his manhood enter me and I would wrap my legs tightly around his waist, urgently wanting every hard inch of him inside me. It was easy to imagine us on my bed getting lost in each other.

I wanted Sergey to fuck me, I wanted to be his.

There was no doubt in my mind that he would be an amazing lover, especially if the rumours were to be believed. Sergey would give me everything I wanted and more, using my pleasure to feed his own.

There was a strong longing to feel his lips upon mine, while his hand gently squeezed around my throat. Remembering the deep sound of his voice, I craved to hear him praise me, tell me how good I was taking every delicious inch of him.

"Fuck..." I whimpered softly.

My right hand disappeared between my thighs and I sighed while my fingers brushed over my swollen clit. As much as I wanted to try and make myself orgasm, I quickly realised that I just did not have the energy to chase down a release tonight.

If anything, the brief interaction that I had with Sergey was more than enough to keep my sated. Even if my body throbbed, yearning to be touched, I really was not in a mood to be disappointed by a sub-standard orgasm.

To be honest, I preferred to hug my pillow and close my eyes, picturing what it would be like for Sergey to pleasure my body. A small smile tugged on my lips as I thought about how long it would take him to make me climax.

"I bet he could make me cum in minutes," I giggled excitedly to myself before drifting off into a deep sleep.

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A/N: And just like that, we've easily crossed the 10k word mark...

The Russian term, "Nu da, konechno, aga" simply means, 'not likely'.