Katya prided herself in being a patient woman, managing to not blow off her advisor's nuts after years of bad advice. No, she took her time, hid behind a cool facade and slowly broke her victims. Except with you.

She loved you, she really did. But you'd been such a brat recently. Whining, calling during important meetings, attempting to drain her money. It had built up over the month, your increasing demands for attention. She knew why you'd done it, and Katya did feel bad for not paying enough attention.

When she got home from headquarters today, Katya expected you to have calmed down, but instead, your poor attitude hit with full force. Wanting to end things once and for all, she bent you over her thighs, forcing your hands behind your back and tying them with a pretty red ribbon. The silk bites gently into your wrists.

"Don't you think you've been a brat lately?" she asks quietly, words softer than her intentions. She trails a finger up your bare spine, feeling your skin prickle. "This is not how I trained you, сука." Her hand hovers over your ass, currently covered only by lacy panties. The air feels cool against your exposed skin.

So pretty, she smirks, eyes lingering. Maybe she should do this more, even without reason. "Get on the coffee table," she mutters into your ear, voice low and sultry. "And spread those pretty thighs for me. I want to see your киска." Her Russian accent thickens on the last word, sending a shiver down your spine.