Mabel Shot Part 2

" Could you come with me, sir — I whisper to the Russian who looks at me with interest.
I walk past him and quickly out of the screening room. I feel his eyes burning into me, making me certain that they are fixed on me.
"What do you have in mind for your home? — I ask him, trying to maintain my professional manner.
"To be honest, I'm still thinking — he answers seriously and walks like an armored tank behind me.
I notice the looks of the other employees and some customers, who are interested in the almost two-meter walking mountain that is walking behind me. The sound of my shoe heel, hitting the floor faster, makes me think that it is the sound of my heart, which is as nervous as my walk.
"This way. — I quickly head to the end of the first room of the gallery, entering the corridor and walking even faster when I reach the end of it.
I stop in front of the door and stretch out my arm, opening it, taking a step to the side and holding it open, waiting for him to pass.
“Are you nervous?” he asks quietly, stopping with his large body in the middle of crossing one room and another, leaving me trapped between him and the wall.
“No, sir,” I answer quickly and shake my head, keeping my gaze lowered, staring at the tip of my shoe.
I feel the punch of his cologne hit me with pure mischief and burn my lungs when he comes a little closer and studies me with interest.
“I didn’t know that Rumeu liked to draw his clients’ attention to other works of art in his gallery besides the paintings so much.” I raise my head when he speaks in a harsh tone, making me feel weak in my legs when I see his face a hand’s breadth from mine. “Some contours draw more attention, I think.”
His eyes shift from mine and stay focused on my bust. I lower my face and see the exaggerated neckline of the black formal dress, which Boris sold to his uncle as a uniform, and since then he has made all the girls wear, saying that it is a classic uniform for the gallery. But in reality, it is nothing more than a piece of cloth with an obscene cut, which leaves our bodies marked and exposed, for him and his clients to observe.
" Actually, it was not Mr. Rumeu's idea — I tell him and breathe heavily, feeling uneasy with his brown eyes fixed on my cleavage. — You already know what you want...
Czar raises his face and gives me a dirty look, arching his eyebrow, and I feel like making the words come back into my mouth.
" I mean about the painting, sir. — I try to remedy my embarrassment, speaking hurriedly to him.
" Of course it is — he murmurs, making me aware of how close he is to me. — Is there a painting that represents a small escaped bird in this gallery, little bird?
My eyes move to his arm, which stretches out and rests his hand flat on the wall next to my face.
“No, sir.” I shift my weight and let my eyes focus on the button of his shirt.
“I thought I sounded clear when I gave you an order.” His treacherous voice, as much as his movements, leaves me trapped as his other hand grips my waist tightly.
I close my eyes and breathe in agony, feeling my heart race, pounding inside my chest.
“Look at me, Mabel!” Czar orders harshly, making me feel like a coward for not being able to refuse to obey, and before I can resist, my eyes are locked on his, sucking them into him. “Our conversation was unfinished.”
“There was nothing more to talk about,” I murmur and turn my face, looking down the hallway, feeling afraid that someone will appear and catch us so close. — If you'll excuse me, there are some screens in the other wing...
My words die, getting stuck in my mouth along with a silent scream of surprise and fear, when his knee fits between my legs abruptly and he uses it as leverage to lift me up, along with his hand on my waist, supporting the tip of his foot on the wall and leaving his leg flexed.
" What the... — I look at him, startled, and immediately turn my face to the hallway. — Christ!
My eyes close and I let out a sigh when the tip of his nose scrapes my throat. My fingers hold on to his shoulder, with my left leg raised, holding on to his waist, afraid of falling to the floor.
" Sir...
" I don't like to be contradicted, little bird. And not respecting the order I gave you, to wait for me inside that room, made me very upset. — The shivers on my body are uncontrollable, having the tip of his teeth scrape against my skin.
"I had to go, I didn't have to keep taking up your time, sir — I say, looking at my other leg, which is hanging, with my dress crooked on my body, leaving my groin exposed.
" You just had to obey my order, Miss Shot! — I close my eyes and hear his harsh voice, as well as his firm fingers, which crush my hip.
"Ohhh! — I moan softly, biting my mouth. I open my eyes and stare at the end of the hallway, where someone could appear at any moment.
He forces my hips down on purpose, causing friction between my vagina on the thick fabric of his pants and the bone of my knee, hitting my clitoris with precision. His large hand, which was flat on the wall, moves to my throat and holds it between his fingers, making me look at him.
"Look at me! — he murmurs seriously, running his gaze over my face.
I breathe harder and expand my chest, letting out another moan as he moves my body back and forth, hitting my clitoris with his knee and encouraging it to respond. I moan more euphorically and bite my lips, and in response his fingers increase the pressure around my throat, making it difficult for me to breathe.
"We don't want to draw attention to your singing, do we, little bird? — He looks at the hallway and quickly returns his eyes to me. — You're going to remain silent.
Your voice is a dangerous drug that clouds my thoughts, leaving them completely disconnected from the consequences of what we're doing, but the idea that someone could appear at any moment in this hallway and catch me practically straddling his knee, with my body glued to the wall and his hand suffocating my throat, makes me even more excited.