My Russian Master (Service & Submission Book 3)(10)

By: Megan Michaels



“Sammi can get you some coffee, tea, chai, espresso — whatever you would like. I’ll just buzz her.” She started to stand, but his outstretched hand stopped her.

“No. I can see the choices on the counter over there. Why would she need to serve me? I don’t need service. Water is fine. Sit.” He waited until she returned to her seat again before speaking. “Now, let’s discuss why you’ve asked me to be your fitness chef. What are you looking for out of this relationship? What are your goals?”

“Well, I need to lose twenty to thirty pounds. I want to eat healthier, and I need help with an exercise regimen.”

He nodded. “Stand, please.”

“Why?” Her heart began to race.

He sat passively, watching. “Because I asked you to. Stand.”

Caroline stood up, feeling very self-conscious, running her hands over her dress, pulling and tugging nervously. Unsure of what to do with her arms, she crossed them over her chest, trying to hide her large breasts.

She’d always felt sheepish about her breasts. It didn’t help that men often addressed her chest before even making eye contact.

“Hands down at your sides.” He waited for her to obey. “Turn please, so I may see the back of you. Stand still with your ass facing me.”

Her cheeks flushed and she contemplated refusing, but he interjected before she could voice an objection. “No, Caroleena, I need to see for myself the job ahead of me.”

“Caroline. It’s pronounced Caro-line.” She crossed her arms again, self-conscious in front of this obviously dictatorial man.

“Sorry. You’ll have to excuse my accent some days. It’s a beautiful name. In Russia, we pronounce this name as Caroleena — and Lena is a very popular woman’s name. I’ll get confused some days. It is not personal. Hands down.” He twirled his forefinger in a circle. “Turn, please.”

Clearing her throat, she slowly pivoted, focusing on the little throw pillow in front of her on the couch.

Oh, God! He’ll probably quit just looking at my huge ass. ‘Sorry ma’am — too much, too big.’

“Okay, you may sit, Caroline.”

She sat down, unable to even make eye contact with him. She just knew he was aghast at the task set before him.

“Why do you think you need to lose twenty to thirty pounds?” She lifted her gaze to see his eyebrows furrowed. Was this a joke? He’d just completed a full body scan with his eyes.

“Maxim, do you need me to get you glasses, you know, reading spectacles?”

His eyebrows shot up. “Is that sarcasm, Caroline?”

God, his voice could be so firm.

What have you gotten yourself into?

“Uhm, yes, I guess.” She tugged at the skirt of her dress, pulling at it to cover more of her damn thighs. “It’s just you saw my body. You know why I called you, are you trying to humiliate me?”

His eyes narrowed and he stared at her quietly for a moment. “I would never humiliate you like that. From what I can see, you just need to tone up. Your body is fine. We’ll get you doing some cardio every day with some weight training and targeted exercises. You’ll be in prime condition again.”

She scowled at him. “You’ve got to be shitting me. I’ve been told, on more than one occasion, that I’d have more dates and men if I lost some weight. Did you see the ass I have?”

“Yes, I did. It’s a great ass. If women said this, it is because they are jealous. If men said that, it is because they are children. A man wants a woman, not some skinny girl built like a teenage boy.”

She’d never heard a guy say that. Ever. She was at a loss as to how to respond.

“When I’m with a woman, I want a bottom and body that pillows my large frame, a body that I can squeeze and plump in my hands. I like generous ass to pinch or paddle.” His right hand swiped the air like it was smacking a buttock. “Your body is a dream. You have some areas that need to be firmed up a little, but I don’t recommend losing more than ten pounds. Your frame isn’t made to be slight or petite.”

“I hate hearing that! I’ve always wanted to be thin. If I lose thirty pounds, I’ll be thin.” A hint of a whine crept into her voice. “I used to be that small.”

“When you were a young girl. Obviously, you are a woman now. Women have mature bodies which should match their mature personality, yes?”

“I guess. We’ll see what happens. With clean, healthy eating and exercise, I may lose that amount of weight anyway, right?” She so wanted him to agree with her. She needed to prove to Derek — and herself — that her body could be young and svelte again. Hearing that she had a ‘mature’ body didn’t make her feel any better about her situation.

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