Yuri gave Mikhail a death glare but was fast to make a signal not to speak by placing a finger on his lips. Mikhail’s mouth that was opened to speak closed right away, and Yuri silently shooed him away with a gesture of his hand before the secretary could even cross the room. His secretary backed off and closed the door again instead.
“Don’t stop, moy tsvetochek. Just do it slowly,” he said to his wife and kept on watching her as though the sudden intrusion in his office did not happen.
“But I want it fast!” she complained, groaning and making him suppress a chuckle.
“Now that’s your punishment, moy tsvetochek. Don’t you dare go fast and you’re not allowed to orgasm.”
“What?”
“Just go on, moy tsvetochek. If you can’t stop yourself and you release, you’ll have another punishment coming
