On Her Knees

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  Copyright© 2016 Jenika Snow

  ISBN: 978-1-77233-738-9

  Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  ON HER KNEES

  Jenika Snow

  Copyright © 2016

  Chapter One

  “You’re acting like a real prick right now, Matthew. If you worked for me your ass would be fired.”

  That was the very first thing Karina heard when she’d come for her interview a year ago. She should have known then that her boss, Viktor Port, was going to be the hardest, most arrogant man she’d ever worked for. But to be honest, working at the Imperial building on 54th Street, being able to put Viktor’s name and company on her resume if and when she ever left, would be such a benefit that she’d overlooked her employer’s asshole, and frankly frightening, attitude.

  “Honey, he’s in a mood,” Barbara, Viktor’s longtime secretary said from behind her desk, her tortoiseshell glasses down the bridge of her nose, and her salt and pepper colored hair perfectly pinned back in a bun.

  He’s always in a mood.

  Despite how Karina felt toward her boss, and the fact he scared her with his commanding and arrogant attitude most days, he treated his staff well.

  When you don’t piss him off, that is.

  Karina stared at the closed double doors that led to his office, the wood smooth, custom built, with engravings of his name, title, screaming out how powerful he really was.

  She held the coffee mug in one hand and a bag of pastries in the other. Despite the fact she could have ordered these and had them delivered from the shop down the street, Viktor liked the ones that were twelve blocks over. That meant she had to get to work, file his paperwork before he even got in, and then leave when the bakery opened to make sure he had them fresh.

  She lifted her hand and pushed her glasses up, and finally moved toward his door. Giving it three good knocks, she waited until he allowed her entrance.

  “Come in,” he all but roared out, and she immediately heard him start talking again to someone else.

  She opened the door and shut it, closing her in with a man who had others’ knees locking as they realized when up against him they would not succeed. He was standing, had his back to her, and she could hear the slight murmur of someone talking on the other end of the phone he held to his ear.

  “I don’t fucking care. If you don’t get those files to me tonight then the deal is off, Brogan.” And then he hung up, just disconnected the call and tossed his cell on his desk.

  Karina didn’t move for a second, and felt her pulse increase, as it did whenever she was in the same room with him, the doors closed, and the full aura of him consuming her.

  “It’s about damn time, Karina,” he said in that gruff, husky voice of his, the one that had chills racing up her spine.

  Viktor was a gorgeous man, there was no lying about that, and no trying to pretend otherwise. She’d heard people call him an asshole, cocky, determined, and, of course, successful. He didn’t mince his words, and despite it maybe being “unprofessional” that he cursed and had moments of pure rage when things didn’t go his way, he did treat his staff well. Her benefits were incredible, her pay was well above what she was qualified to make, and all she had to do was put up with a very dominating man who liked to have his way in all things.

  “You’re ten minutes late with the coffee and pastries,” he said in an annoyed tone.

  She set the bag and cup on the table, and looked back down at the ground. “I’m sorry, Mr. Port. They were doing construction, and then there was an accident.” But even after she told him the truth, she knew excuses were not what he wanted to hear. When silence greeted her after she finished speaking, she lifted her head and looked at him in the eyes. He had the clearest, greenest eyes she’d ever seen, and coupled with his impeccably styled short black hair he was certainly gorgeous in every sense of the word.

  The three-piece suits he wore only seemed to enhance his overall strength, and Karina didn’t try to lie and say it didn’t turn her on to see him wearing them. She could see why they were called “power suits”. Like now, with his jacket off and slung over his chair, the fact his muscles were so pronounced she could see them through his white button-down shirt and vest had this tingling moving through her. She felt so wrong wanting him the way she did, and although she’d never show it or act on it, it was still slightly humiliating.

  And even his older age turned her on, made her want to be “taught” by him. At only twenty-five compared to his forty years, it would seem taboo, maybe even twisted to others if she actually had a chance with him. But she knew that would never happen. Compared to the women that she knew he had around him Karina would go as far as call herself frumpy. She certainly wasn’t a size zero. No, compared to the models she knew he’d dated, her size sixteen frame was overweight. Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, she tried to seem unaffected by him, but she honestly didn’t know if he saw right through that.

  God, you have problems.

  He was still staring at her as he drank his coffee, and she didn’t know whether to leave or stay. He had no problems barking out orders, and usually when he was finished with his staff he made sure to tell them to leave, in so many words. Did he want something else from her? Was he seriously pissed she was ten minutes late? To some it would seem ridiculous, but in the world he lived in, where time was literally money, she supposed she could see why things being later made him upset.

  “Is there anything else you need from me, Sir?” She had her hands behind her back, her fingers twisted together. She was even still wearing her jacket because she’d rushed up here with his coffee and pastries to make sure she wasn’t any later.

  He set the cup down and moved behind his desk to take a seat, all the while watching her intensely. Karina swallowed, the silence between them thick, heavy.

  “No, that’s all for now, Karina.”

  The way he said her name always had goosebumps moving along her arms. His voice was so deep, with a slight huskiness to it that had her thinking really inappropriate thoughts most of the time.

  “If you need me I’ll be filing, Sir.”

  “Sir” was the title he’d asked her to use shortly after she started working for him. It was also the title no one else called him. The rest of his staff used Mr. Port, and only his closest friends and associates called him by his given name.

  No, she was the only one asked to call him Sir.

  She turned and left, not showing emotions, and only breathing out when she got to the file room. There was something darkly engrossing about him, and she didn’t know why he was the one to bring out this arousal and this crazy sexuality within her.

  It frightened her to a point, but also turned her on like nothing else she’d ever experienced.

  ****

  Viktor stared at the doors long after the closed, the scent of Karina still surrounding him. He picked up his cup and took another drink. His dick was hard like a fucking piece of granite, pressed to his zipper, and his balls drawn up tight.

  He was a sick fucker for the things he thought about doing to her, to the images that he allowed to play in his head. Hell, he’d been thinking about ripping her skirt off an
d pushing her over his desk so he could fuck her until she was sore and filled with his cum.

  Yeah, he’d been thinking about that, envisioning it as she stood on the other side of his desk, acting so fucking submissive it made his blood beat in his ears.

  He’d wanted her from the moment he hired her. She certainly wasn’t the type of woman he normally went after, which were the confident, experienced women that had no problem submitting to a man like him. But Karina was a natural submissive. She only spoke to him when addressed, her whole demeanor screaming acceptance of everything he said. She obeyed him without a fault, and despite the fact it was her job to do what he said, Viktor still got fucking hard every time she called him “Sir”.

  This sick, he’d even say perverted, part of him loved that she had to obey him. He supposed she could have told him to fuck off with all of his demands, but she was naturally compliant, genuinely timid, and he loved it, got hard from it. For the last year, since she’d been working for him, it was her image that Viktor had been jerking off to. He had women at his feet, could screw a different female every night if he decided to, but he wasn’t going to lie about what he wanted from Karina.

  He’d grown obsessed with her, plain and simple, and he knew until he had her in his bed, under him, and submitting to him, he wouldn’t be able to get over this need he had churning inside of him. He just didn’t know when he’d be able to coax her, show her that being with him wasn’t the worst mistake she’d ever make. And he wasn’t sure enough of himself and what he wanted to say without a doubt actually having her would dim the obsession.

  No, he even thought it might make it worse. She’d grown to be on his every thought, fill his every fantasy, and it made him pissed because he couldn’t seem to focus on anything else.

  He glanced at the painting on his office wall. It was an abstract design of a woman dancing, her red gown moving around her, fading into the canvas. Inspiration struck him, and he knew what he wanted to do, how he’d see if Karina would come to him … be with him in every way imaginable.

  It would go against company policy, be breaking a code of ethics because she was his employee, but at this point Viktor didn’t give a fuck. That was how badly he wanted her.

  Chapter Two

  The following week

  Karina came into work a little early and went to her desk in the back of the office. She set her bag down, and saw a red envelope sitting on her keyboard. Picking it up and opening it, she saw it was an invitation for a work event being hosted by Mr. Port. Although they had holiday parties, and had one just a few months ago, Viktor had never had another one so close to a previous one.

  Port Industries invites you to a formal event of dinner and drinks.

  She kept reading, seeing it was some kind of celebratory dinner because of a larger merger Mr. Port had acquired within the last month. She glanced up at where Barbara was sitting, and moved around her desk to speak with the woman.

  “Did you get this, too?” Of course she assumed Barbara did, but Karina was basically an errand and file girl in Port Industries. Wouldn’t these kinds of parties be held for the higher ups in the company?

  Barbara glanced up, her glasses precariously low on her nose. She looked at the card, and then back at Karina. “I did.”

  “Is this normal?” Karina wasn’t going to complain about a fancy party, but she found it a bit odd they’d gotten one, especially for a merger. She knew over the last year Viktor had merged with one other smaller business, and nothing had been held for that, so why now?

  “He’s never had a merger party for the staff before, but I’m not one to complain, especially since I know he splurges for the holiday parties.” Barbara looked at the invitation again. “This must be a huge merger for him to want to throw a party for the office.” She shrugged. “Just go with it, honey, and try not to understand why Mr. Port does the things he does.” Barbara smiled and turned her attention back to the computer.

  Karina moved back to her desk, staring at the invitation again, and feeling this tightness in the back of her neck. She didn’t know why holding this little piece of cardstock felt strange, or why the idea that she’d be seeing Viktor out of the professional sense felt strange, too. He might have thrown them a lavish holiday party, but he hadn’t even been present, so it wasn’t like she had to see him. This merger party made her feel like he would be there, and that had her nerves a little tight.

  Opening her desk drawer and putting the invitation in there, she focused on work, and tried to push away that weird feeling inside of her. But she couldn’t lie and saw the very idea of seeing Viktor in a semi-informal setting, or at least a setting that wasn’t work related, had that arousal she felt for him rising.

  She was delusional to even think about Viktor, but hey, a little fantasy never hurt anything, right?

  ****

  It was already past six o’clock, and since it was only February the sun set ridiculously early. It was pitch dark outside already, and Karina was just now finishing the last of her categorizing and filing of the legal documents from Viktor’s recent conference. They had the main files on hard drive as well, but Viktor liked having hardcopies just in case. She couldn’t complain because this was fifty percent of her job, and without it she’d just be running around getting him lunch and coffee every day.

  Once she was finished she grabbed her coat and purse and made her way out of the back of the office and toward the stairs. Viktor’s office space was only ten stories up, and a little exercise was good for her. It was the only exercise she got, so Karina tried to at least do it a few times a week.

  As she walked out of the office and toward the stairs, she saw a sliver of light coming from Viktor’s office. She hadn’t known anyone else was in the office, least of all him. She stepped for a second, contemplating if she should see if he needed anything, but she found herself indecisive about it.

  Her heart was beating a little harder than normal at the thought of speaking to him, but she found herself walking toward his office door. Lifting her hand and hovering over the wood for a second, she finally brought her knuckles down. When there wasn’t a response, she knocked again.

  “I said come in,” Viktor barked out, and her heart jumped.

  She looked behind her at the stairs, wondering if she should just make a dash out of the office since he didn’t know it was her, but for some unknown reason she found herself turning the knob of his door and pushing it open. At first she just saw his empty desk, and the lamp on top of it on, casting a warm glow across the polished wood. She took a step inside, looking around.

  “Sir?” she called out, and when she looked at the couch he had to the right she saw him leaning against it, a half empty bottle of liquor on the coffee table, and the glass in his hand empty. He leaned forward and poured himself another glass, and when he was relaxed against the back of the couch again he focused on her once more. For several seconds all he did was watch her as he drank from his glass, and she felt the heat in the room intensify.

  “Is there anything I can do for you before I leave, Sir?” Her heart was thundering a mile a minute, and she couldn’t understand why she was so nervous.

  Maybe it’s because it’s just the two of you left in the office? Or maybe it’s because the way he’s looking at you seems so inappropriately good? Or maybe, just maybe, your arousal for this man is going far beyond your control?

  Still he didn’t say anything, and she ran her hands over her skirt, her palms sweaty all of the sudden.

  “Why do I make you so nervous, Karina?” His voice was slurred, but even if that hadn’t been an indication he was drunk, she would have been able to tell by the redness and glossed over look of his eyes. He also wasn’t impeccably styled like he normally was, but God, did the disheveled appearance look damn good on him.

  He didn’t have his suit jacket or vest on, and his white collared button down shirt was opened at the collar. He also had the sleeves rolled up, and she swore she’d never seen such att
ractive and muscular forearms.

  “Answer me,” he said deeply, his voice holding the same command it always did.

  She licked her lips and ran her hands over her skirt again. “I don’t know.”

  He didn’t move, didn’t speak, and instead poured himself another drink. “You don’t know why I make you nervous, or you don’t know how to answer the questions?”

  She should have been annoyed by his comment and his tone, but she wasn’t, and in fact a part of her grew warm, wet that he was challenging her. “I don’t know why you make me nervous.”

  He was silent for a second after she spoke, and she swore he had to be able to hear the sound of her heart beating. To her it sounded like a freight train inside of her. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and lifted it to her. “Want a drink?”

  She shook her head. “No thank you, Sir.”

  Maybe you’ve had enough, as well?

  Of course she didn’t say that out loud, and instead stood there and watched as he brought the bottle to his mouth and took a long pull from it. She didn’t move, although she should have said goodnight and left. Karina had never seen Viktor drunk, and it was clear he was getting pretty intoxicated.

  “I just wanted to see if you needed anything before I left. I can see you’re set, so I’ll just leave.” She went to go, but the sound of him rising had her body tightening.

  “Stop,” he demanded, and she didn’t realize how one word could hold so much power.

  Not moving, but having her back still to him, Karina parted her lips to suck more air into her lungs. She heard him draw closer, felt his body heat spear into her as he stopped right behind her, and could practically hear the inhalation he did right by her ear. The scent of his cologne and of the alcohol he’d been drinking came from him, making her drunk, aroused, and feeling like she’d lost her damn mind.