Fahlada Worachai, a powerful, wealthy businesswoman with ties to the underground mafia, appears to have it all-money, power, and her adorable daughter.
Earn Sarikanya Vichitranonda, on the other hand, comes from a middle-class background. She's a po...
"Let me freshen up, Earn," Lada whispered, her lips brushing against Earn's ear as her breath lingered warm and teasing.
Earn's heart raced, her breath catching in her throat. Lada always knew how to get under her skin, how to unravel her with just a few words. And this moment was no different.
Lada lingered, her lips almost grazing Earn's neck. "And while you wait," Lada's voice lowered, the edge of command unmistakable, "I want you to put on that lace lingerie I bought for you... the one that drives me crazy."
Earn felt a shiver run through her. She could already picture the way Lada's eyes would darken when she saw her. "Yes, ma'am," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.
Lada's fingers trailed lightly down Earn's arm, sending sparks across her skin. "And make sure to tie your hair up," Lada added, her voice soft but insistent. "A messy bun. You know how I like it."
"Of course," Earn breathed, feeling her pulse quicken. Lada always had this effect on her-setting her on fire with anticipation, leaving her hanging on every word.
Lada pulled back just enough to meet Earn's gaze, her eyes filled with desire and control. "Once you're ready," she said, her tone firm but smooth, "I want you to kneel down in the room. Waiting for me."
Earn's eyes widened slightly, the tension between them thick and electric. She nodded, the heat building inside her as she imagined herself following every word Lada had said. "I'll be waiting," she whispered, her voice barely audible but dripping with anticipation.
Lada smirked, satisfied with Earn's response, before she turned and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Earn standing alone, her heart pounding with excitement.
As Earn moved to get ready, her mind raced, her fingers trembling as she slipped into the black lace lingerie. Every detail felt heightened-how the lace hugged her skin, how the cool air of the room teased her exposed body. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, hair pulled up into the messy bun Lada loved, and felt the adrenaline rush through her veins.
She knelt down in the center of the room, exactly how Lada had asked, feeling the tension tighten in her chest with every second that passed. The anticipation of what was to come, of what Lada would do, consumed her thoughts.
The sound of the door opening brought her back, and her breath hitched in her throat. Lada emerged, a vision of dominance. The black lace of her bra and underwear peeked out from beneath a loosely buttoned white shirt, which fell just below her breasts. In her hand, she held a glass of red wine, swirling it gently as she walked toward Earn with slow, deliberate steps.
"Good girl," Lada purred, her voice dripping with approval as her eyes roamed over Earn, taking in every detail. "You followed my instructions perfectly."
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Lada closed the door behind her with a deliberate, sharp click, the sound echoing in the room. Earn's gaze lifted, her heart racing, a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement clear in her eyes.
