She Didn't Fall in Love. She Fell Into Worship

Kapitel 3

She's in my chair, my throne, legs slightly parted, waiting—tense, expectant.
But not afraid.

Good.

I circle her like a predator, my fingers trailing across the back of her neck, feeling the heat of her skin. She shivers at the contact, but doesn't pull away. She knows better now.

"Spread your legs."
No hesitation. She slides her knees apart, slowly, obediently. Her skirt rides up inch by inch until I can see the edge of her lace panties. Black. Fitting.

I move in front of her, placing both hands on the armrests, caging her in. Her chest rises and falls faster, lips parted just a little. The innocence in her eyes is fading—replaced by something needier. Raw.

"Pull your panties to the side."
She swallows, hands sliding between her thighs. Her fingers hook into the lace and she shifts the fabric, revealing a glistening mess underneath.
Fuck. She's soaked.

"All that just from sucking my thumb?" I ask with a grin, voice heavy with mockery. "Or was it being told what to do like the obedient little toy you are?"

Her breath hitches, but she doesn't look away. Brave girl.

"Answer me."
She blinks, then softly: "It's both, sir. I like it when you take control."
Goddamnit.

I lean forward, grabbing her chin with my thumb and forefinger. "You're not just going to like it. You're going to crave it. You'll beg for it. And when you do, I won't be gentle."

I push two fingers between her thighs without warning, sliding them in deep. She gasps, her hands gripping the chair.
Tight. Warm. Perfect.

"You're already so fucking wet for me," I murmur, pumping into her slowly, deliberately curling my fingers to feel every twitch.

"You came here thinking this was about business. But you didn't read the fine print, did you?"
Her eyes flutter. Her hips lift toward my hand. I curl my fingers harder, press my thumb to her clit.

"I own this room. I own this night. And right now, I own you."
She moans—soft, breathy, desperate—and that sound alone makes my cock twitch in my pants.

"I'm going to ruin you," I whisper. "And you're going to thank me for it."