Page 41 of Kidnapped By the Boss
She quickly mounted me and used her hands to guide me back up inside of her and dropped herself down until I was all the way in. It felt so good that anything Iwasthinking quickly left my brain and I just gripped her hips and rode it out.
Or let her ride it out rather.
With the front wisps of her hair stuck to her head and sweat sexily glistening down her entire body, Katya started to hump me recklessly, making the couch squeak beneath us.
“Fuck yes,” I told her. “Shit, that feels so good, Katya.”
She started to buck her hips forwards and backwards then, and she must have found a good spot because she threw her head back and started to screwdriver my dick right against that spot. It was like her walls were trying to wring me out and my fingers dug into her skin as an orgasm started to bubble in my gut.
“I’m gonna come, Kat,” I roared. “Don’t stop.”
And she didn’t. She rode me like her life depended on it, continuing to grind herself on that one spot until her body started to shake again. She wrapped herself around and around until we both came so hard that IknewI’d need to find a spare set of pants. I could feel much more releasing out of me than normal, and I knew I was going to have to give Katya the reins more often. Exhausted though I was, that was some of the best sex we’d ever had.
Katya fell down against me and my dick lewdly popped out of her and rested against her ass, and for a handful of minutes, we just lay there, fighting to catch our breath.
After we’d had a chance to recover, I rubbed Katya’s back and asked, “So, do I get to know what all of this was about, or…?”
She sat up again and looked down at me, and it was hard to focus on her frustrated expression with her sexy body, still drenched in sweat, staring down at me in all of its natural and stunning glory. “Why did you give me permission to take Lyn out of her cell and then turn around and set a bunch of restrictions so that I couldn’t?”
I tilted my head to the side. She wasliterally nakedon top of me, with my dick hanging out, and now we were going to talk about work? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t?” she barked. “You didn’t tell the chef not to giveme specificallyLyn’s meal, or go and yell at Lyn for talking to me?”
I closed my eyes, now developing my own frustration, though this time more with myself. Katya climbed off of me and sat down on the couch, and I stood up. “That’s a misunderstanding.”
“Is it?”
After picking up her clothes and carrying them over to her, I went to the standing cabinet next to the dry bar on the opposite wall and opened it to get out a clean pair of pants. I took the ones I was wearing the rest of the way off, then cleaned myself up before donning the new pair. “Yes, it is. I didn’t do that stuff this morning, I did it after we fought last night.”
“So we fight and you run around putting restrictions on the work I can do?” she barked.
I looked back at her. “No, but I made it clear how I wanted things to be handled with Lyn and you were deliberately disobeying that order. It’s not just an issue for me and you, it’s an issue for the entire staff. It makes things confusing for them when I say don’t let anyone in, and then you come around telling them you’re the exception, then I have to yell at them that you’re not.”
She crossed her arms. “Or I justcouldbe the exception.”
“That’s not how it works, Kat.” I walked over and sat down at my desk. “You’re my wife, yes, but I can’t make an exception for you. When you’re my wife, you’re my wife, and when you’re my capo, you’re my capo.”
“You’re not setting clear boundaries,” Katya retorted.
“Yes I am, you just don’t like them,” I snapped back, then I shook my head. “I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to keep fighting. Especially because it feels likethisis what we’re always fighting about.”
Katya went quiet then. “I don’t like fighting either, but I don’t know how we make this clearer. It feels like the lines are blurring too often.”
“I’ve been thinking about it recently and…I think that’s the problem. There is no way tonotblur the lines,” I explained. “I think maybe we’re fighting a losing battle.”
“So what are you saying?”
“I’m not saying anything, I’m just saying…maybe this is why those who came before me didn’t do this. They kept their wivesseparatefrom the business. Their wives advised, and in many cases knew more than anyone else, but this kind of working relationship doesn’t breed a good marital one.”
“You…” She looked at me sad. “You want me to step down as your capo? You don’t think I can do it?”
“I’m not saying that, I’m just… If I had to choose between you being my wife or being my capo—if there wasnoway for you to do both—obviously I’d want you as my wife.” I could see Katya taking it personally, which was angering me. “Katya, I’m not saying you can’t do it. I’m not even for sure saying that you should step down, I’m just saying it’s maybe something we need to think about.”
It didn’t matter what I was saying anymore, Katya was already inside of her head. I was tempted to just backtrack and tell her that I didn’t mean that so that she wouldn’t look so upset, but Ididmean it, and it was something we seriously needed to consider.
Before I could figure out the best way forward with Katya, my phone rang—still on the floor amongst the mess I’d made in the moment—and I picked it up to see that it was Mario. I looked at Katya, and knew it was probably a bad idea to take a work call right in the middle of this misunderstanding, but this was exactly what I was talking about. I was supposed to be working right now. Mario was calling me because the expectation was that he could. I asked them to respect my home hours as much as possible. How could I not be available during the day when they needed me just because my wife stormed in horny and angry?
“Hello?” I said, answering it.