My Russian Master (Service & Submission Book 3) (25 page)

“Don’t you
ever
refer to yourself like that. You are not ugly, fat thing. You are beautiful, lush, sexy woman. Now, I understand why Jason wants to get hands on Derek. I feel the same now too.” He took a deep breath, needing to calm down. This man wasn’t worth this kind of emotion.

“Derek is just mean. And now I know that he’s dangerous too. Hopefully, after our attorneys put a stop to this, we’ll be free of his presence and comments for good. I’ll be happy to never see him again.”

He heard the relief in her voice. There was no anger or emotion there — she just wanted it to end.

“As do I, Lena. As do I. We’ll work through this — as a couple. And you’ll see, I meant what I said. Until you can love your body, I love it for both of us.” He ran his finger through her hair, kissing her temple. “Let’s get something to eat, so I can love this body some more.”

Chapter Nineteen

Four months later...

C
aroline, Maxim and their attorney Russell Kisker, stood before Judge Laramie in a private hearing in his chambers. He had his black robes on and the dark wood paneling of the room, along with the heavy burgundy drapes added to the somber mood that evening.

The Judge addressed Derek Miller. “What you did was reprehensible. You attempted to not only destroy a woman’s career with your lies, including involving a newspaper TV station in your little manipulation , but you also tried to destroy the life of a reputable chef and professor from Moscow. You involved government agencies and bribed federal employees in this scheme.”

“I wish that we could send you to prison, at this point, but an agreement has been made. I concur with the fines, and I intend to add to them. You will give restitution to Ms. Caroline Turner in the amount of two million dollars. You will pay for any expenses incurred as a result of this action, along with pain and suffering.”

Derek turned to his attorney, Tom Burns, the shock on his face quickly transforming to anger.

Judge Laramie continued, looking over at Caroline. “Ms. Turner, I expect you to produce any and all receipts and invoices, and for marketing fees, lawyer’s fees, advertising spots to billboards, TV or radio, any paid overtime for employees, restitution to board members, and anything else that you had to pay out as a result of Mr. Derek Miller’s criminal behavior. Please remit them to me along with the name of the court case and case number on the front.”

Caroline responded. “Yes, Your Honor.”

“Mr. Derek Miller, you will also pay one million dollars to Mr. Maxim Volkov. You will pay for any and all expenses incurred as a result of this action, along with pain and suffering.”

Derek threw his head back, quietly closing his eyes. This would definitely ruin his career, and possibly his business.

The Judge addressed Maxim then. “Mr. Volkov, you are to produce any and all receipts and invoices for these expenses, with the same requirements I gave to Ms. Caroline Turner.”

“Yes, Your Honor.”

“In addition, Mr. Derek Miller is prohibited from assaulting, threatening, intimidating, coercing or harassing Ms. Caroline Turner, Mr. Maxim Volkov, and their respective families.”

“You are prohibited from causing or attempting to cause damages to the property of Ms. Caroline Turner, Mr. Maxim Volkov, and their families.”

“You are prohibited from speaking to, telephoning, writing and in any way communicating with Ms. Caroline Turner, or Mr. Maxim Volkov, in person or otherwise, directly or through so other persons.”

“You are prohibited from knowingly approaching or being within one hundred yards of Ms. Caroline Turner, Mr. Maxim Volkov, her residence, her vehicle, her chauffer, and Turner Marketing. If there is a need for your agencies to be present at a meeting or gathering, you will send someone in your stead. Is that clear, Mr. Miller?”

“Yes, Your Honor.”

“Good. If you should break the law on this restraining order, you will be sent to prison. Is that clear, Mr. Miller?”

“Yes, Your Honor.”

“Ms. Turner and Mr. Volkov, I wish to commend you for not attacking or retaliating in this regard. I thank you for assuring that all the paperwork and copies or originals of the legal document were provided not only to this Court, but to the Immigration Office to prevent an issue such as Mr. Miller accused you of.”

“If you have any further issues, please do not hesitate to have counsel contact this office.”

They both murmured. “Thank you, Your Honor.”

At that point, Russell stood up and ushered Maxim and Caroline out to the black SUV, Jason standing at the driver’s door with a sly grin. Jason didn’t lay a hand on Derek, even though on more than one occasion he had begged to be allowed to. And yet, with patience and diligence, they had all seen Derek receive his comeuppance.

It was over.

Derek wouldn’t bother her or her business again, and her relationship would be free of any cloud hanging over it. The press would be talking to her counsel and she’d watch it on the news when they got back to the penthouse.

Maxim slid in next to her. After the door shut, he pressed the button engaging the darkened glass up and slid his hand up her skirt. “What fancy panties do you have for me today, Ms. Turner?”

“How are you so sure I have fancy panties on today?” She grinned at him, trying to push his hand toward her clit.

“Because you know how to distract me — and yourself — with the knowledge that you wearing a pair of panties would turn my cock to steel once we made it to this vehicle. I was unable to focus most of the hearing. How about you?” He eased his fingers between her thigh and the elastic of her panties, plunging into her, finding her g-spot with no difficulty.

Her head lolled back and she moaned. “Maxim, stop. Hold on! I’ll show you before you wreck them.”

She pushed his hand out from under the elastic, shimmying the tight skirt up her legs. Maxim leaned over, biting and nibbling his way up her leg, closely following the hem.

Once she had them up and over her hips, Maxim’s eyes brightened, that lopsided grin and dimple showing once more. When he smiled like that, she had no trouble seeing the little boy he’d once been.

“Caroleena Leigh. Those are incredible.” He stroked her hip, twirling the fabric strands in his fingers. “Golden tassels. There is one on each hip and over the peephole on the front. I’m betting that tassel is wet, yes?” He drew his finger through the golden strings.

“I don’t know, why don’t you check and see?” She giggled. She loved teasing him with her odd and different panties.

He leaned forward, pulling the fine threads through his teeth, sucking loudly.

God, I love this man.

“I have a special tassel that you haven’t seen yet.”

He sat back. “Where? On your tits?”

“No, Maxim. How would I hide them under a silk blouse?” She shook her head. Men just didn’t care about details like that.

“I’m not sure I’d care if they were hidden.”

She slowly turned over onto her side on the long bench seat, pulling the skirt up over her ass. There was a peephole in the back of the panties and the gold tassel hung perfectly over her anus.

“Oh fuck.” He whistled, then blew air over the fine stands. She couldn’t hold still, her clit throbbing, hips twisting and turning. Using his tongue, he flicked at the tiny ropes, the warmth of his breath against her cleft causing her to clench and push back, feeling the air on her rosebud, the little strands dancing over her slit. Again, he blew on them, sliding his thumb into her, his tongue licking and probing her labia and clit.

“Sir! I need permission.”

“I bet you do! Scream for me, Caro!” She didn’t need any further permission than that, screaming with her release, her cum sliding down between her lips, her hips thrusting, her hot cunt clenching on air and desire. He licked and sucked her pussy dry, his thumb still pumping into her little dark hole, increasing her arousal. Soon, she was climbing once more, clawing at the seat, gasping and keening, knowing she’d be coming again soon.

“Sir! Please!” It was all she do to form words. Thankfully, he understood.

“Yes!” He shouted, pumping harder and faster, then sucking tightly on that hard nub of nerves. She stiffened, grasping the arm rest, pushing back onto his face, wanting that tongue deep within her. Her sex quaked and shook, her body trembling and jerking with the spasms in her sex as she came.

Maxim pulled away, righting her panties again, pulling her skirt down, helping her to sit upright, even if she couldn’t speak or focus. He pulled out the wipes they kept in the backseat now, just for this reason, wiping his face and hands.

“Congratulations, Ms. Turner. I hope this reward doesn’t pale in comparison to the reward you just received in court?” He waggled his eyebrows at her.

“Your rewards will always outshine any other rewards I get in life.” And she meant it. She’d been a lucky woman. Finding Maxim had been the best thing to happen to her. It had been a struggle, yes, but with his support, discipline, and therapy, she now had a better relationship with her staff — and a better relationship with her body.

She hadn’t had any further episodes of purging, and she’d been eating and exercising according to his plan, not hers.

Having her own Russian Master had been exactly what she needed.

Chapter Twenty

“A
nd this is how you tone up and lose inches, not necessarily weight. You’ve lost enough. Now, we maintain.” He turned her around, squeezing her buttocks “And I get to enjoy this gorgeous ass. I did my best to make sure you didn’t lose much here.”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. No matter what she did, he refused to let her lose much in her buttocks. She desperately wanted to, and yet, part of her was glad that he only let her go so far. He loved her body, even if she didn’t some days.

“Did you go to therapy today?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He stood, moving the tape measure back to the desk, and writing her figures into the book he kept there. “And don’t think I missed you rolling your eyes at me, princess.”

She smiled. She liked when he got all stern and yet threw an endearment in to comfort her. He understood her, understood her needs and wants. Over the past four months, they’d gotten extremely close. He even had gone to some of the therapy sessions with her, letting the therapist know that he was on her side and no one else’s. He wanted to understand how to help her overcome this, once and for all. He’d proven that he was there for the long haul and her well-being was of the utmost importance to him.

Maxim kept his word. She learned that very quickly. As he had promised in that horrid discipline session for purging, he’d told her that he would be doing random checks of the trash at home and at work. And he’d meant it. When he’d found evidence of laxatives in her desk at work, she’d been paddled right there in her office, and then dragged to the therapist for an emergency session. He didn’t fool around. Although she never enjoyed the discipline, she did enjoy his caring attentiveness to her health.

Now, after his diligence, patience, and love, she would be done with her weight loss, progressing to mere maintenance. In four weeks, they’d be leaving for vacation to Colorado for a ski trip. She could hardly wait to introduce him to Avery and Preston, to have him meet Inga, and Garrett, Preston’s brother. She wouldn’t have to worry about being a third wheel anymore. They would be able to go and enjoy the trip as a couple.

“Strip.”

The word broke out of her reverie.
Strip.
Immediately, her mind raced to reflect on her deeds for the past twenty-four hours. But, while thinking, she quickly took her clothes off. She’d learned to never hesitate when he gave a command.
Ever.

“Good girl. You’ve gotten much better with that. No whining or back talk, just action. Exactly how I like it.”

She smiled at him.

“And no eye rolling. Very good.” He winked at her, going over to his bag, unzipping it.

Damn! He’s getting an implement. What the fuck did I do?

“Hands on the bench in front of you.”

Shit. This means it’s a whip or belt.

She turned, placing her now sweaty palms on the bench, widening her stance just the way he expected. Her clit throbbed and she felt her juices let down, slickening the lips of her sex. She tried clenching her ass, instead tightening her pelvic floor, her womb quaking in need.

“Feeling aroused, girl?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His sneakers came into view. She didn’t dare raise her gaze from the floor until directed. She stood quietly waiting for him to walk around to her backside, to feel either the thin wispy tail of the whip glide over her buttocks or the heavy leather rasp across her goose bumped skin. She heard movement and assumed he must be gathering something else to add to her punishment.

For what?

She went to therapy. She ate all her meals. She didn’t yell at anyone at work; she hadn’t done that in months, actually. No purging — that had also ended months ago. She paid her bills. She was at a loss as to what she might have done to deserve being punished.