Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Yelena
“I knew I should have fucked you in my bathroom that day,” Aleksandr says and the look in his eyes promises pleasure like I’ve never had.
This is not good. I should not be about to fuck my new boss on the first day. No, in the first fucking hour. If I was a smart woman I would stop this right here and be professional. You know though I’ve never claimed to be smart or someone who does the right thing.
“What are you waiting for? If I was any wetter it would be running down my leg,” I breathe in his ear as I grind into him.
Aleksandr doesn’t say a word. He just spins me around to face his desk and runs a hand up my spine applying pressure, causing me to lean forward over his desk.
Planting my hands on the cold surface to catch myself.
I slowly lower myself, my breathing becoming short and labored as his free hand runs up my bare leg bringing my pencil skirt up with it.
The sane part of my brain starts to battle its way through but I push it back .
I want this man as if I don’t get this I will fucking explode. Aleksandr leans over fisting my hair in his hand, tugging it back, “Once I take this pussy you are mine in every way. Do you understand this, Yelena? There is no going back.”
Turning my head as far as his grip will allow me to make eye contact, “I understand the rules.”
“Music to my fucking ears,” he says, spreading my feet apart just as his fingers find my soaked panties.
“Oh, Doll, you’re so fucking wet. Is all this for me?” His fingers circle my entrance, not applying enough pressure or going anywhere I need him most.
I try to rock back, to make his fingers do more. Aleksandr tightens his grip in my hair ever so slightly, reminding me I get what he gives me. I go still and concentrate on not moving.
“Such a good girl. I think you deserve a reward. Do you agree?” Aleksandr’s deep timber causes my skin to break out in goose flesh.
“Please, I’m about to explode. Alek, I need more,” I whimper. Begging is not something I’ve ever done. Hell letting someone else be in charge is nothing I’ve ever done and to say I’m enjoying it is a fucking understatement.
“Your request is my command,” he says just as he slides two fingers into my dripping pussy.
I moan as his fingers fill me. Testing his hold I try to rock back on his fingers again.
He lets me move just a fraction before his fingers are gone leaving me empty and needy.
Without a word his hand lands on my ass in two quick slaps.
I nearly cum on the spot. The grip on my hair loosens and I drop my head to the cold desk panting.
The sound of his zipper is the sound of a promise. Aleksander rips my panties off so fast that I don’t have time to think before he is pushing into me. I arch my body begging for more.
“Fuck me. My dreams had nothing on the dreams I’ve had since the day you walked out of my office,” Aleksandr moans.
“More. Fucking fuck me. I need more,” I pant.
“Remember you asked me for this.” It is all that is said as he pulls out to the point that only the tip of his cock is left.
Aleksandr slams back into me and the bite of pain is so sweet. His rhythm is fierce and rough stretching me to my limits. I’ve always had sweet sex never finding a man that would just fuck me like his whore and take care of me after. I know this isn’t that but fuck this man ignites something in me.
I am brought back to what is going on when he slaps my ass causing me to clinch.
“You stay here with me. Focus on my cock stretching this perfect pussy,” he growls just as he slides his hand back into my hair causing me to arch further.
“Here and now.” Is all I get out as his free hand finds my clit creating the same rhythm as his cock.
“That’s my girl. Now cum for me.”
“I can't, I want to come with you,” I whimper.
“Oh, you fucking will. First, you are going to come for me, and then you’ll come with me.”
“Please I can’t.”
“Yes, you can and will. This time will be fast, the next time I’m going to spend hours making you cum.”
I can’t speak. I’m so fucking close and need this.
“Alek… ”
“Come now, Yelena. Show me how much you are loving this cock,” he demands just as he bites into my shoulder.
I can’t stop the scream that explodes out of me as my orgasm explodes within. Aleksandr's rhythm doesn’t stop or change he just continues. It’s not three strokes and I’m already climbing to the peak of another orgasm. This has never happened and my body is freaking out.
“Fuck, baby, I need you to give me another one. I need you to come with me. Yelena, now fucking come with me.” Alek demands as I feel him explode inside me.
The second orgasm hits me so hard that my vision blurs and I lose all ability to stand.
Aleksandr stands there and rubs my back talking softly to me.
When I can finally think again and believe that my legs will hold me, I stand to my full height and turn towards Aleksandr, seeing a softness on his face that I’ve never seen before.
I reach out and run my fingertips down the side of his face.
“I meant what I said. You’re mine. This is crazy and things will be hard at times but there is no changing my mind,” Aleksandr says.
I want to believe him and believe his words are true. I know that when he learns of Samara that everything will change. I’m not meant for what Lawson has and that’s a mobster who wants the wife and kids. I'm not the marrying kind.
“I hear what you are saying but we both have things that are going on and life is not easy. Let’s play this one day at a time. Now I’m going to clean up and we are going to get started on what my real job is,” I grin before walking into the bathroom.
After I clean up and Aleksandr does the same we spend the day going over everything that I’m supposed to do with Alek doing amazingly delicious things in between.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted in every way possible.
I don’t even want to think about what I still have to take care of when I get home.
Don’t get me wrong I love Samara with everything I have. I just wasn’t ready for this and truly had no idea how hard it would be. I finally make it through the rundown apartment to find the sweet old lady from next door rocking Samara and singing in Spanish to her. When she sees me she smiles wide.
“Well hello, love, how was your first day?” she asks.
“Good. I think I’m going to like it and everything is going to work out just fine.”
“Good, Good. I need you to see this.” She says standing and uncovering Samara so I can see her fingers and toes. “Her little fingers and toes are purple and cold.”
“They’ve been like that and it seems sometimes that she doesn’t breathe well,” I tell her because I don’t know if babies are supposed to do that.
“You need to take her to the doctor, this is not okay. She is sick," she says.
“Will you come with me to the ER? I don’t want to wait. I don’t know if she has been to the doctor since she was born.,” I say knowing that she will come.
“Yes, let’s go now.” she rushes out in her sweet caring way.
I sigh trying to breathe through the anxiety that is coursing through me. I don't know if I can do this. How do parents live through this? We make it to the car, my neighbor gets in next to Samara talking quietly to her as I drive to the closest ER.
We make it there and they take us back quickly.
I give them all my information and they get to work on her right away.
I’m confused because normally when you go into an ER you are there for hours before you are seen.
I’m holding a sleeping Samara in my arms, pacing with her as much as I can with all the wires that are connected to her when three doctors come in rolling a machine with them.
“Hi, Yelena, I’m doctor Ford the ER doctor. I have with me, Dr. Reese and Dr. Fanner, both of whom are cardiologists. We are going to do an ultrasound on little Samara and then they are going to walk you through the next steps,” Dr. Ford says.
My heart sinks and I want to cry at the thought of something being wrong with Samara. I lay Samara down on the bed and they start looking her over and then doing the ultrasound. When they are done both Cardiologists look at me and the sad smiles they give tell me things aren’t good.
“It appears that little Samara here has two holes in her heart. This is making her heart work overtime and in a way that won't allow her to get the blood where it needs to be,” Dr. Resse says.
“So what does this mean?” I question them.
“Well, this one,” Dr. Fanner starts pointing at the screen, “will most likely close up on its own. This one will require surgery to repair.”
I can’t breathe. My world is starting to go dark.
“Heart surgery? She is so little, how could you possibly want to do heart surgery?” I barely get out.
“We do this all the time. Everything will be okay. Our office will be in touch with you tomorrow to set this up and talk about everything,” Dr. Resse says sweetly.
“I don’t understand, I need you to walk me through this,” I whisper, sitting on the edge of the big bed with my little angel in it .
Dr. Resse and Dr. Fanner spend time explaining things and answering all my questions letting me know that when I speak to their office I can ask even more questions. I know I will have more but right now I just know that I need to get her home and love on her.
I get the call while on lunch the next day and get everything scheduled when they tell me how much it cost and what I’ll have to have upfront.
I want to scream. I can’t come up with that much money.
I have no idea what the fuck I’m going to do.
Aleksandr knows something is off but doesn’t push me to tell him.
I have exactly three weeks to come up with the money.
I’m sitting at my desk entertaining an invoice for a new vendor.
I know from the vendor information that this is one of the companies that Aleksandr and his men are using to wash money.
So I know that some information is going to be missing.
That’s when it hits me I know what I’m going to have to do.
I just pray that when I’m caught, because I know I will be, that Samara is okay in the end. Taking a deep breath I add another new vendor.