Chapter 18
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
Sia
My head lifted from the couch.
I’d fallen asleep.
Yawning, I sat up, unsure of the hour, but it was still dark outside. I gazed around and immediately stiffened.
“Polly,” I said, well aware she was gone, and I was in this room by myself. I never made it upstairs last night. I’d fallen asleep, and she’d definitely been laying on the couch with me when I did. I pushed my hair out of my face. “Polly?”
I whistled for her, but she didn’t respond.
Why the fuck had I fallen asleep?
Or rather why had I left her unattended while I slept. She was a good dog, but if she heard anything in the house she’d go running. She’d be curious and still did that.
I got up, calling her name through the room. She was big enough so it was obvious she wasn’t in here.
“Polly?” I called out, heading into the hallway. She’d clearly left the room. The door was ajar. “Polly?”
I only heard my own voice as I padded quickly down the hallway. My phone told me it was just after two and who knew if Maxim had gotten home yet. He may be getting along with Polly, but I had a feeling her being loose in his home wouldn’t sit well.
I picked up my pace, calling for her, but she didn’t show herself. She must be out of earshot because she’d definitely come if I called her. I’d trained her to do that.
Christ.
I peered in every room I could find in my path, even the areas she probably couldn’t get into. I was paranoid though. She was a really good dog, but she hadn’t had a lot of temptation to get into anything. I kept her pretty close so if she was free she could certainly get into something.
“Polly,” I whisper-shouted, my voice low. If Maxim was home, I didn’t want him to catch me calling for her. “Polly, where are you?”
She didn’t answer, and I felt like an idiot. I was calling out for her as if she’d respond like a person.
I closed the door of the last room I looked into. I headed around a corner and spotted another room with a door that was ajar.
I gazed inside, and right away, I knew what room this was. I passed Maxim’s office every day when I came downstairs.
But normally, the door wasn’t open.
I cursed, pushing it open more. Immediately, I assumed Maxim may be in there, but he wasn’t. That didn’t make me less anxious about going in there though.
“Polly,” I whispered, gazing around. Maxim had a wide office, built-in shelves and a fireplace he probably used when he was actually here. Tonight everything lay dormant, and rather than be caught in here by anyone in the Petrov household, I immediately headed toward the door after confirming a certain German Shepherd hadn’t made her way in here.
At least, I would have if not for the sounds .
Steps occurred outside in the hall. It was a heavy cadence, and I backed up into the room, cursing again. There wasn’t really anywhere to hide.
I decided to go for the desk with a single MacBook and portable mouse on the top. The computer was closed, and I got beneath the desk.
“I don’t care how much the information costs, Val.”
Maxim signed while he said it, gazing at his phone screen. I’d peered around the desk and could see him. His tuxedo tie was undone, his jacket off, and his dark hair was strewn about as if he’d been dancing or socializing all night.
I tucked myself deep under his desk and covered my mouth.
I tried not to breathe.
I had no reason for being in his office that he’d be particularly happy to hear about. For some reason, I cared that he’d be upset that I lost track of Polly and was in here. When I first got here, I wouldn’t have given a shit. I would have told him the facts and dealt with the consequences.
So why did I care about disappointing him now?
It was this stupid fucking crush I decided to get on an older man, and I knew that.
Sighing, I placed my hands on the floor, attempting to remain as quiet as I could until he left.
“Just get it done ,” he urged, speaking while I assumed he signed. He sounded agitated more than angry. He shut off the phone, and I knew because he tossed it on his desk.
And then he sat down in his chair.
He wheeled it under the desk, and I backed up as far as I could. He had a pretty large desk, but still it was tight quarters.
I hugged my legs to make myself smaller. I placed my hand on my mouth again, so scared to fucking breathe.
Maxim cursed before stamping his powerful legs out under his desk. I heard him click around his computer for a bit, and his next move was to reach beneath the desk.
He went for his fly.
He ripped it down, and his hand slipped inside. He pulled his cock out, and his heady scent filled the entirety of the space beneath the desk.
My mouth watered, his hand massaging a steel cock as he pleasured himself like a foot away from my face. I’d seen him do this before, after his nightly swims, but he was often just washing himself.
This was different, him being this close, him getting off . His cock was perfect, and I couldn’t help getting closer.
I wanted to taste him.
Resisting, I just watched in fascination as his strokes picked up pace. This wasn’t like outside. This wasn’t a guy just taking a shower. This was a man pleasing himself, the veins of his cock thick and pulsing in his hand. Some precum dewed at the tip, and my mouth opened.
I got stupid.
I got so close then and could almost…taste him. I closed my eyes and might have…
Had he not said my name.
My eyes shot open as a charged Sia left from his lips. His cock jerked, and he met the sensation by blowing his load into a tissue. He caught it all, his legs spasming, and I was jealous I didn’t actually get to taste him.
He said my name.
I was still in shock when he balled the tissue up. He quickly zipped his pants, and the next thing I knew, he exited the room. The door slammed behind him, and I just sat there for a moment, not really knowing what just happened.
But then, I looked at his computer.
He left it opened, and I noticed something right away. I was on his computer screen, a still image of me. There were actually several images, different angles of my room, but the still image of me was in the shower.
I pressed play, seeing me move around in warm mist. I was pleasuring myself too, but I didn’t know what day. I lost track of how many times I got off lately after watching Maxim swim outside.
I covered my mouth, my heart beating fast. He’d not only been recording me, but he got off to the image of me. I should be horrified. I should literally find Polly and get the fuck out of this house ASAP. I shouldn’t be fascinated that he watched me, pleasured himself to the sight of me…
And I definitely shouldn’t be disappointed that he came into a tissue instead of on me.