Page 40 of Kidnapped By the Boss

Chapter Thirteen: Vincent

Work was going much better this morning now that Katya and I had made up, at least in part. I still believed that she was being a little overly paranoid about Lyn—the girl couldn’t walk and chew gum at the same time—but I understood her not wanting to make any severe moves while this stranger was still in our midst. I supposed the thing I understood the least was why Katya felt the need to keep that from me for so long as opposed to just telling me. Maybe she was just assuming that I’d fly off the handle and kill Lyn or something if I knew that was the barrier between us and our honeymoon, but I was a more reasonable man than that.

Right?

“It does seem like, if it was something we were interested in, a hostile takeover of theentireMarketplace wouldn’t actually be that hostile,” Annie explained. “At the very least The Pharmacy has maintained its customer base, but I think it would serve us well to remodel the place entirely. Give it a new storefront, garner some fresh interest in it. Then it would just be a matter of expanding from there. A few of the properties are owned and operated by a nightlife company, and the rest are all privately owned.”

“I’m definitely interested in that, but let’s not bite off more than we can chew at the outset. Let’s start with The Pharmacy, or whatever you think we should convert it into, and then go from there. Just make sure you keep me in the loop, and if you notice anything weird, you let me know immediately.”

“Yes, Boss,” Annie replied. “Do you need anything else from—”

Mid-sentence, there was a loud pounding on my office door. Immediately, my blood started to boil a little, because there wasn’t a person around who should be knocking on my door with such blatant disrespect.

“Vincent. Let me in,” Katya’s voice snapped from the other side of the door.

Except for her.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked Annie quietly.

She shrugged. “I’m not getting involved. Katya scares me.”

I nodded towards the door and Annie stood up and walked over, opening up the door and quickly standing aside, as if she was somewhat afraid that Katya may just come bulldozing in—which she mostly did. She stomped right past Annie and up to my desk with an infuriated gaze on her face. We’d just made up not that long ago and I hadn’t spoken to her since then, so I didn’t understand what happened to make her angry with me all of a sudden.

“Hi,” I said tentatively. “Are you mad at me or something else?” Katya opened her mouth, then looked back over her shoulder and glared at Annie, who quickly slipped out of the office and closed the door behind her. When Katya looked back at me, I could feel the rage boiling off of her, but I had no idea what was the cause. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Suddenly, Katya took a few steps back from my desk and pulled her shirt up over her head and threw it to the side. I damn near fell out of my chair trying to get to my window to close the curtains, and by the time I turned back around, she was totally naked.

I studied her for a long moment, unsure of if this was some sort of trap, or if this was a continuation of our earlier friskiness, she was just throwing in a level of intense anger for some reason…? I kind of felt like if I said anything else, I’d regret it, so I just walked around my desk and up to where she was standing. She reached out for me as I got close and yanked me the rest of the distance to her. My hands settled on her sides, and I pushed her backwards until I was slamming her up against the door.

Her lips found mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth as I bent down to lift her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her ankles behind me. I had little to no idea where this was coming from all of a sudden, but I was prepared to benefit.

Katya left my lips behind in the interest of finding a spot on my neck to latch down and suck fervently. It was unlike her to do something like that, but it was sexy nonetheless, so I wasn’t complaining. I pulled her away from the door and led her over to my desk where I set my arm down on the surface and swiped everything off before slamming her down on top of it. Her hands moved chaotically, eventually knitting between our bodies to fumble with my pants to get the button undone and the zipper pulled, then she pushed her hand in and started to stroke me.

“Ah,” I huffed. “Yeah. Stroke me like that.”

She followed the request, massaging her hand along the underside of my cock before wrapping her hand fully around me and pulling it, sending pleasure coursing through my body wave after wave.

Finally, she parted her legs as wide as she could spread them and guided me to her hole. The second the tip of me dipped into her welcoming heat, my hips moved on their own, pushing the rest of the way into her. Katya tossed her head back and let out a moan, grabbing my hands and guiding them to squeeze down on her breasts. This was overtly controlling of Katya, and now that we were here, I realized that we hadn’t experimented a whole lot with role reversal. Katya was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, but she often set that aside to give me total control. To be fair, I knew that Katya oftenwantedme to be in control, but right now, she was screaming without saying a word.

She was the one in control here.

To experiment with this idea, I quietly asked, “What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck me hard,” she replied. “I want to come.”

With my hands still clenched around her breasts, I started to slam into her as quickly as I could. Maybe it was the pleasure, but following Katya’s instructions had amagnificenteffect on her insides. She clenched around me, and the further into her I moved, the hotter she got. Her voice got so loud that there was no question anyone even standing near my office would be able to hear her and know exactly what we were up to, but she didn’t seem to care about that either, so I didn’t focus on it.

“More,” Katya whined, then she pushed off the desk and dropped down to stand on the floor. She turned around and bent over at the waist, and I immediately closed up to her and shoved in. I combed my fingers into her hair and pulled, yanking her head back with force. “Yes!”

Holding her tight, I was pounding into her and barely hanging on myself with the way her walls were trying to squeeze the life out of me. Sweat was starting to perspire on my brow and my legs were starting to burn, but I didn’t care. I wanted to give my wife whatever she wanted. I lifted a hand and slapped it down on her ass, then quickly slapped it back in the other direction.

“More!” she screamed. I slapped her ass again and again, earning myself a vice grip from her insides each time I did it and kept going long past when her beige skin was starting to turn red. “I’m gonna come, Vince, don’t stop!”

I gave it everything I had, stabbing in and out of her with so much force that my desk was slowly starting to slide across the carpet, while continuing to slap her ass and pull her hair. All at once, all of Katya’s flutter of sounds ceased and a powerful orgasm overcame her that had her shivering and clawing at the desk in front of her.

I was breathing hard, still trying to get a handle on what just happened when Katya stood up off the desk again and set her hands on my chest, pushing me towards the small seating area to the right of the door, until I was falling down onto one of the couches on my back.

“Kat—”