Makarov's iron stamina, nerves of steel and firm character simultaneously seduced and irritated you. He liked to torture people, to have power over them, to make them beg. You were no exception.

His favourite thing to do when you were alone was to tease you, pretending not to notice the lustful stares, the hints of intimacy and the languid sighs.

You lay on the large and cosy bed as Vladimir read a book, pulling his glasses up over his nose. You wore a new set of lingerie, naturally he noticed it. All your attempts to seduce him: to ‘accidentally’ touch your thigh, to bare your leg from under the blanket, to untie the belt of your dressing gown, referring to the heat, were pointless. Burning with desire inside, on the outside the man was steadfast, enjoying your fidgeting, accompanied by quiet whimpering. If you wanted to get something, you had to ask very nicely.

"What are you fiddling about in there? Don't bother me", - he said indifferently, flipping a page of the book.