“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.”
Then she moved one foot up, planting it gently but firmly over his mouth. The other foot came to rest on his forehead, her toes curling slightly into his hair. He was pinned. He was silenced. He was hers . Femdom Foot Worship Russian Under Feet Added
Ivan Volkov was a man who commanded respect. As the head of a sprawling Moscow logistics empire, his voice was law, his handshake a bond, and his stare a weapon. But behind the armored doors of his penthouse, in the hushed silence of a room lit only by St. Petersburg’s amber twilight, Ivan Volkov knelt. “You were arrogant today, Ivan,” she said, looking