I barely held on to any awareness of what was happening with him as I came; able only to ride him out to its glorious conclusion. I did sense him getting bigger and harder inside me—how it was even possible I have no idea—right before he commanded me on a harsh rasp, “Open your eyes.”

I opened them to the most erotic and carnally beautiful sight of Ivan in the throes of his own orgasm, eyes flared, jaw tightened to a knife-edged sharpness as his cock kicked and jerked inside me. But then, he was no longer filling me up anymore. He’d drawn back to kneel before me, his cock now gripped tightly in his hand. I felt the hot jets hit my body as he came all over my breasts. Targeted placement, of course. He was like a beautiful pagan god of ancient days. Well, he would have looked exactly so if he’d been naked. I was still a tiny bit pouty over the fact he’d kept all his clothes on this time.

As he worked out his cock over me, chest heaving and eyes burning downward, no doubt to view his conquest of me, I tried to sear this image of him into my memory, to keep it with me forever. I didn’t want to forget how he looked to me right now in this one moment we’d shared. His handsome face flushed with satisfaction as he came down from the high, his cum marked onto my skin like a brand, the late afternoon sun filtering in around his wide shoulders from the window—

Wait. What in the ever-loving hell is that thing?

Something was hovering outside the large picture window framing Ivan’s desk. A dark mechanical object darting up and down, and then side to side with what looked like a lens—oh my fucking God—the thing was a drone. And it was watching us.

I screamed.

Ivan’s reaction was instant. He must have read my expression and figured it out because he was up and out the door in about two seconds after my forbidden scream. I could hear the pounding of his feet as he ran down the corridor and away.

I have no idea how I was lucid enough to move myself off the chaise and over to the door, but I did because I locked it again behind him. I then gathered up my clothes, shoving arms and legs into the appropriate openings on autopilot, my eyes on the window which now was thankfully drone-free. I was shaking as I dealt with dressing myself and wiping off what he’d left behind on my chest with tissues from a box on his desk. It was all freaking crazy, but I didn’t waste time with the task at hand—first things first. Get myself un-naked and then deal with the situation.

The sight I witnessed happening outside as I got dressed from inside held my attention anyway. I couldn’t have looked away in any case. It was a truly remarkable scene.