The Arrangement: Chapter 10

Sleep is a no-go tonight. Every time I shut my eyes, there’s Maksim, front and center in my mind, stirring up a whirlwind of feelings I’m still trying to wrap my head around. It’s like my brain’s only got one track, and it’s all him, all the time.

The more I try to calm down, the more worked up I get, tossing and turning in the bed that’s starting to feel way too big and empty.

As I try to find a comfortable position, my phone lights up, cutting through the frustrating cycle of thoughts with a message that makes my heart skip a beat. The text is from Maksim, short and to the point:

Let me in.

Frowning, I’m off the bed in a flash, curiosity mixed with a whole cocktail of emotions as I make my way to the front door. Through the glass, I see him, and it’s like my entire body goes on high alert, reacting to his presence in a way that’s both exhilarating and a little terrifying.

Standing just on the other side of the glass, he’s this imposing figure that somehow, in the quiet of the night, feels like he belongs here. My pulse races, and I’m acutely aware of every little detail—the way the streetlight casts shadows across his face, the expectant look in his eyes, the way my own body seems to lean toward him, as if drawn by some invisible force.

The moment feels loaded with possibilities, and I’m suddenly hyper-aware of the decision I’m about to make. Opening that door isn’t just about letting him into the shop; it’s about letting him into my world, crossing a line that’s going to change things between us, one way or another.

My hand hesitates on the lock, my mind racing.

Screw it.

As I unlock the door and let him step inside, the air between us crackles. Quickly, I lock the door again, turning to face him, ready to demand an explanation.

‘What are you doing here?’ The words barely leave my lips before he’s on me, his hands gripping me with a sureness that silences any further questions.

“I heard you,” he says.

I’m baffled. My brain has turned itself off, and all I can do is stare at him, unable to move or do or say anything. “What… Huh?”

“I heard you, Tory.”

“I… I don’t understand.”

“You’ll soon learn this about me. I like to keep an eye on the people who owe me money, especially the ones prone to defaulting,” Max says, his gaze bouncing from my eyes to my lips with a fervor that makes my spine tingle with icy shivers. “I’ve got ears on this place, darling.”

The way the word “darling” rolls off his tongue has me temporarily blindsided, and I don’t register the contents of what he’s telling me, not right away.

“Wait, you… YOU BUGGED MY SHOP?” I blurt out.

My first impulse is to wrangle myself free of his grip, but he’s got quite the hold on me. He won’t even let me budge, his lips so close… I feel his hot breath tickling my face.

“I heard you, Tory. I heard you touching yourself. Making yourself come. Hard. Calling out my name.”

“Oh… OH, no… No, you misheard,” I manage, about to melt into a puddle of raw shame.

I expect him to contradict me. Instead, his lips crash against mine, a kiss so intense my thoughts scatter. My body reacts on instinct, pressing into him, drawn to the danger and allure he embodies.

‘You can’t lie to me, Tory. I feel it even now. I heard you, and I had to come see for myself.”

“No, you’ve got it all wrong, I would never—” He cuts me off with another kiss. Hungrier. Merciless in his conquest. Ruthless. Who am I kidding? He knows. He bugged my place. He heard me and my screaming orgasms, crying out his name.

Tory, you frickin’ fool.

“You want this, don’t you?’ His voice is a low murmur against my lips, as if he’s reading my mind.

This is it.

I’m done for.

I can’t manage words, just a nod, my body betraying my inner turmoil by responding to his every touch. Without another word, he lifts me effortlessly, carrying me toward the office. He sets me down gently on the Murphy bed, the makeshift nature of my living quarters seemingly forgotten in the moment.

‘Tory,’ he breathes out, a question and a declaration all in one.

‘Yes,’ I whisper, giving in to the torrent of emotions he’s unleashed within me. It’s a surrender, an acceptance of whatever this is between us, despite the million reasons I should hold back.

In the silence of the shop, everything else fades into the background. It’s just Maksim and me, teetering on the edge of something neither of us fully understands but are too caught up in to question.

We kiss again, long and deep and sensual. The fantasy I had about him was only a few hours old, but already it was blown out of my mind by the reality of what was happening between us.

He takes the hem of my sleeping shirt and tugs it a bit. “I like your ensemble.”

I let out a nervous giggle. “It’s the kind of outfit you can expect when you come over unannounced in the middle of the night.”

“As charming as it is, let’s get it off.” He pulls the shirt off, the air of the office cool against my skin.

Once the shirt’s gone, I work on his buttons, unbuttoning them one by one. With a quick push, I throw off his shirt. Just like in my fantasies, he’s sculpted and shredded and muscular, not a drop of fat on his body. And there are tattoos, just like I’d imagined, ink on his chest and shoulders and arms.

I don’t have much time to stare. My fingers do plenty of roaming, though, exploring every inch of fine, inked skin, as if desperate to record him, to register him physically somewhere deep in my mind. This won’t happen again, I reckon we both know it. We’d be insane. I’d be out of my mind. The man is dangerous, cold-blooded. Definitely not boyfriend material. But damn, these rippling pecs and broad shoulders feed the raging fire in my loins, making me lose my mind.

He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of my panties and pulls them down. They drop to my ankles and he quickly places his big, rough hand between my thighs. I moan at his touch, bucking into it, yearning for more.

More is just what he gives me. His hand finds my tender pussy, and I’m already soaking wet for him. Maksim’s other hand effortlessly unclasps the back of my bra and I help him, slipping the straps over my shoulders. I’m bare before him, exposed in front of a man I’ve known for barely two days.

But it feels so goddamn right.

We kiss and he touches me, pleasure coursing through my body as he spreads me open and teases my clit. The intensity is so much I can’t help but lean forward and rest my head against his big, round shoulder. Maksim places his other hand on the small of my back, keeping me against him.

“Keep touching me like that. Please. Please.” The words come out in a hot breath, and he seems to have no intention of stopping.

Each touch, each slow circle around my clit with his fingertip brings me closer and closer and closer until… I shut my eyes, letting out a silent shriek against his skin. Maksim brings me to a roaring orgasm, my legs shaking underneath me as I come. He holds me and touches me, making sure he can feel me as I come.

When the pleasure’s faded, he guides me directly to the bed. Standing before me, he takes a moment to look at me, to measure me from head to toe, his eyes roaming with sparkling arousal and sincere admiration. I’m seeing another side of him, a side that makes my heart beat way too fast. I’m bare and defenseless before him, yet there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

“I need more,” I manage.

Maksim smiles, darkness smoldering in his eyes as he grabs me by the back of the head and pulls me in for a kiss—it’s sloppy and feverish, desperate and demanding. “You’ll do what I tell you, Tory, and you’ll get more. How does that sound?”

“What… What do you want me to do?”

I guess my reason isn’t entirely comatose, because I’m starting to think of some pretty gruesome possible options here, but Maksim runs his fingers through my hair and pulls me in so he can whisper in my ear. The closeness is too much to bear, especially as I feel his generous erection nestled against my belly. His cock throbs against his pants, twitching harder and harder for me.

“Touch yourself,” he says, then takes a step back so he can watch me.

For a second, I’m lost. But then my body takes over, and my hands come up. I touch my breasts first, while Maksim watches, one hand covering his groins. He squeezes his erection through the fabric of his pants, and by the stars, it turns me on beyond belief to see him like this. I massage my breasts with slow, deliberate motions, the pleasure coursing through me like wildfire.

“Like this?” I ask, my voice uneven with a flurry of emotions.

“Pinch your nipples until it hurts.”

“Oh… Okay.”

“That’s not how you answer, baby.”

I lose myself in his eyes, my mind barely processing the command. But again, my body knows what to do, moving my lips and tongue accordingly. “Yes, sir…”

“Do it,” he says, and I gladly obey, pinching my nipples tighter and tighter.

A moan escapes my throat, ragged and faint as I work myself into another frenzy, but Maksim has no intention of letting me go through it on my own. “Lay on the bed, keep doing what you’re doing,” he says.

Again, I’m like an automated robot, abandoning myself to fate as I lay on the bed and continue teasing myself, kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples. Harder. Tighter. Oh, God, it feels so good to do this while he’s watching, while he’s stroking himself.

“OH, FUCK!” I gasp as he spreads my legs and slides his tongue between my wet folds.

He took me by surprise. I was so busy turning myself on, hotter and hotter, that I didn’t even notice him come closer. His growl sends tendrils of restless electricity buzzing across my skin as he licks my pussy, as his lips close around the swollen clit.

“Max… OH, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop!”

“How can I stop when you taste this good?” he replies and goes down on me.

My pussy clenches tightly as he inserts a finger, then two, while constantly licking and pressing the tip of his tongue against my clit. It’s a repetitive motion, his fingers curling with every retreat, stimulating a heatwave that is likely to devastate me.

“You’re not gonna come until I tell you to come, Tory. You hear me?”

“Huh? Max… Don’t stop!”

He stops, and I curse under my breath. My pussy is aching, begging for more, arousal trickling out and seeping into the sheets as I look down at him with wide, worried eyes.

“You’re not gonna come until I tell you to come,” he says it again.

I have no choice but to do as I’m told, because he looks deadly serious, and this feels too good for me to let my pride get in the way. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he smirks and goes back to making me the happiest woman alive.

“OH, yes…” I hiss, unable to look away.

My hands are locked on my breasts, and I realize precisely how much I enjoy pinching as I feel the tension unfurling in my core. The tighter I grip them between my index and thumb, the tighter I clench around Maksim’s fingers.

I can’t breathe anymore. So close to the edge as he finger-fucks me into sheer madness while sucking and licking my swollen nub, teasing it with his teeth, nipping. I’m close to another climax—and I fear I’ll fall apart at the seams when it comes.

“Not yet,” he says.

How the hell do I control myself? Deep breath, Tory. Deep breath, keep it together. It’s damn near impossible, edging me on like this will drive me mad. I’ll die unless… “I’ll die unless I come,” I am compelled to voice my concern.

“You want to come, already?”

“Please, sir… Please, let me come…”

“Does it hurt?” he asks, relentless in his probing of my pussy, fingers thrusting, stretching, priming me for something extraordinary.

“It hurts so good,” I manage, pinching my nipples until it stings.

I’m so tight on the inside, I don’t know how much longer I can control this… this runaway train. My entire body is overflowing, loaded with tension, and this tension needs to snap. I need my release, now more than ever.

“Come for me,” he finally says. “You’ve suffered enough.”

“Thank you, sir…”

His tongue goes on a rampage, eating my pussy like a savage as he shoves his fingers deeper. He presses his other hand into my lower belly, while I continue working on my breasts, mercilessly disentangling myself from reality as I come… I come so hard, I gush like a fucking spring. Maksim groans with cruel pleasure as he licks me clean, as he drinks me in and squeezes every ripple of this mind-crushing orgasm.

Colors explode before my eyes, unraveling with my own screams as the official soundtrack.

“Good girl… What a good girl,” he says after a while.

“Thank you, sir,” I like saying that to him. I’ll regret everything in the morning, but for the time being, I’m fine with whatever else he’s got planned because damn… it’s all I ever dreamed of. “But I’m not done with you, yet.”

I take a deep breath, soft as pudding in the glaze of a delicious afterglow, and look up just in time to see him get on top, without taking his clothes off. He’s incredibly horny, his breathing heavy, yet he retains absolute control. I can only follow his lead.

“What… What do you want?” I manage, my body soft under his rock-hard body.

“You’ve got a toy in that drawer, don’t you?”

I nod once. He smiles a most devilish smile and rushes to retrieve it. The vibrator is one of the few accoutrements I keep in that drawer for my own pleasure—I wasn’t sure which one he’d pick, but I have to admit, I like the look on his face as he turns the lipstick-size toy on, its vibrating hum causing my core to tighten yet again.

He settles back between my legs. “Keep them spread for me, Tory.”

“Yes, sir…”

“Whatever happens, don’t let go unless I tell you. Or else, there will be hell to pay.”

There’s a hint of a veritable threat in his voice. I’m not sure what the words imply, but I certainly don’t wish to cross this man, not when he is so determined to make me come, yet again. He’s set on giving me the kind of pleasure I never got before. I wonder if he can tell precisely how underwhelming my love life was before he walked through that door.

“Yes, sir,” I say, bracing myself for one more trip to the sweetest kind of purgatory.

Maksim uses the toy on my tender, hyper-sensitive clit, while his fingers explore my swollen folds, decisively slipping inside, testing me once more. Soon, the exploration turns into another wild finger-fucking, but he uses three fingers this time around, in perfect synchronicity with the vibrating pulsations of a toy I never imagined a man like him would use on me.

“Permission to come, sir?” I groan harshly, barely able to think. I can’t touch myself anymore. My body bucks as I grip the sheets, my chest contracting and expanding as the liquid heat builds up inside me.

“I’m not done yet,” he says.

“And I’m not going through enough as it is?!” I foolishly complain.

It only serves to amp up the tension, his teasing pushing me farther out into the great unknown. I hold on for dear life, my breath caught in my throat as I feel everything—every finger, every vibration, every nerve in my body screaming until the magical words slip past his lips. Maksim watches me with devious delight, a grin slitting his handsome face.

“Come, Tory. Come for me… Give me everything you’ve got…”

“OH, MAX, YES!” I scream at the top of my lungs, my heels planted into the mattress as I unravel, as I burst into a million stars, euphoria washing over me as I ripple outward like a newborn sun.

The sensations are countless and seemingly endless.

I’ve never experienced something like this before. Something so wild and dirty. So beautiful and intense. I’ve never met this side of me before, yet she’s been here all along. Waiting for someone like him to come along and discover her full potential.

Even in the immediate afterglow, there’s no doubt in my mind that Maksim has unleashed an appetite in me only he can satisfy. And I look forward to feasting again and again.