“You were arrogant today, Ivan,” she said, looking down at him. Her gaze held no cruelty, only a terrifying, objective certainty. “You shouted at a junior analyst. You forgot your place in the world.”
He bent lower, pressing his forehead to the cool, polished wood of the floor. Then, he took her right foot in his trembling hands. He began with his lips, a whisper of a kiss on her instep. He could feel the latent strength in the tendons beneath the skin. He kissed again, firmer this time, trailing his mouth along the ridge of her arch, breathing in the clean, human scent of her—soap, a trace of the leather from her boots, and the faint, unique pheromone that was simply Anya . Femdom Foot Worship Russian Under Feet Added
She pressed down, just a fraction harder, and Ivan Volkov, the king of Moscow logistics, closed his eyes and surrendered completely to the beautiful, crushing weight of the Russian earth beneath his goddess’s feet. “You were arrogant today, Ivan,” she said, looking
She shifted, and Ivan lay flat on his back, his heart hammering against his ribs. She placed her feet, one after the other, onto his chest. The weight was not crushing, but it was absolute. It was the weight of her authority. He could feel the heat of her soles through his fine Egyptian cotton shirt. You forgot your place in the world