My Russian Master (Service & Submission Book 3) by Megan Michaels Read Free Book Online Page A

out frying pans and a pot for the pasta. He whistled to himself as he placed the pot in the sink at the end of the island, filling it with water, as casual as if he’d been working in that kitchen for years. He appeared more comfortable in it than she’d ever been.
    She’d been more than a little shocked that he hadn’t upbraided her for the ingredients — or lack of ingredients — in her kitchen. He wasn’t fazed at all.
    He looked at her, raising his eyebrows. “You are deep in thought. Is something wrong? Everything okay?” He stopped chopping the onions and garlic to wait for her answer.
    “I’m fine,” she lied.
    “When women say ‘fine’ they are not ‘fine’. Speak.”
    “I’m surprised you weren’t angry about the stuff in my pantry and refrigerator. It’s… not very healthy.” She dropped her eyes, swirling her finger over the pattern in the marbled countertop in front of her. Anything to avoid eye contact for the imminent admonishment.
    “Why would I be angry?” His eyebrows furrowed, and he tilted his head, the handsome man appearing genuinely confused.
    “I have a lot of junk food and almost no healthy things to eat here.”
    “Yes, you do. But that is why you hire me. I would not be angry with you for food. It is not how I am.” He tossed the onions and garlic into the pan, and she watched them sizzle and jump in the hot olive oil, the comforting scent wafting over to her. He continued. “Besides, you bought all of this before hiring me. None of this is my concern. We’ll clean out cupboards and start fresh tomorrow. Even after you hire me, I won’t get angry over food. Now, that doesn’t mean there won’t be consequences. But angry? Nyet , I don’t get angry.”
    “Consequences? What… do you mean by that?”
    He gave her that dimpled smirk that made her belly flip in a funny way. “Nervous, Caro? You’ll have the natural consequences of eating any of those foods. And then I’ll be adding extra exercises or running. Things that will help fight the extra calories and fat, things that will keep you from caving into desires and eating unhealthy foods. Were you hoping I meant spanking?”
    “No! Of course not. I just… didn’t know what you meant. That’s what I hate about all of this. I like some of the things in that fridge. Like my creamers for my coffee, for instance.”
    “But they’re high in sugar. You need to break addiction to sugars in diet. We can find some flavored coffees that you might enjoy. Most things can be eaten. Only little at a time, yes? Once addiction to carbs and sugars is broken, you’ll see. It won’t be painful — unless you want it to be.” He tossed the chicken into the pan, covering it and turning the heat down a bit. “Now, let me see if you have some bell pepper and veggies in that vegetable bin.”
    He opened the drawer, a pleased tone to his voice. “Yes! Sweet potato and one red bell pepper. Perfect.”
    She thought about what he’d said. It won’t be painful, unless you want it to be . What the hell did he mean by that? She thought of the videos on her spanking video site. Those women definitely wanted it to be painful. She turned, looking at that gorgeous ass of his as he bent over, rummaging around inside her fridge again. How she’d love to take a bite of that ass, then grind her pelvis and clit on all that hard muscle while she nibbled his shoulders, slowly licking his huge biceps. Her excitement surged from her body, slickening her labia. Shifting in her chair, she crossed her legs, giving herself a little rub.
    He returned to the counter. “Your cheeks are red. Is that wine working already? What did you have for lunch today, Caroleena?”
    “I didn’t have lunch. I knew we’d be leaving early, so I just worked through it.”
    “Now that will make me angry, since you asked. Not acceptable. I would’ve given you some cheese and crackers before the wine.” He made a small chopping motion with his hand. “No more wine.