She gasps sharply as I move right between her spread legs and firmly cup her bare pussy in my hand. She lets out a choked whimper, her thighs closing. All it does is trap my fingers against her silky heat.
My mouth drops to her ear, and I relish the strangled mewl that comes from her throat as I slowly drag a finger up her seam.
“Because you and I both know you just don’t find it fun unless there’s an element offorceinvolved,” I purr into her ear. “Isn't that right, little bird?”
I tease my finger up and down her pussy again.
She’s wet. Not very, but a little. And I grin to myself, because I bet shehatesthat she is.
I pull my hand away and abruptly move from between her legs. She slides off the edge of the desk as I walk back around to sit in my chair.
“I’ll email you a copy of our agreement for your records. But to preemptively answer your question—yes, you can expect all the activities mentioned in it.”
She’s standing in front of the desk now, her arms folded over her tits.
“And when are theseactivitiesexpected to occur?” she mumbles.
“At any time.”
“What if I’m not here?”
I lift my eyes to hers. “You’ll always be here,” I grin lecherously at her. “We’re getting married, in case that part hasn’t really clicked yet. So you’ll live here now. Think of the optics.”
Her eyes flash. “You mean after the wedding?—”
“I mean you’re moving in today.”
She stiffens, but then an overly sweet smile spreads over her lips as her eyes stab into me like knives.
“I’m not sure if you knew this, but my father isveryreligious.” She exhales, shaking her head. “If I mentioned moving in with my fiancébeforewe were married in the eyes of God, well, Daddy wouldn’t like that much. I mean…” She smirks lethally at me. “Think of the optics.”
I eye her coolly.
Well played, little bird.
“As such,” she says smugly, “I’ll be staying in my own place.”
“Suit yourself,” I growl. “But when youaremine, you’ll be fuckingmine. In every goddamn sense of the word.”
She bristles, glaring at me for a long few seconds before she shivers slightly.
“Why are you doing this?” she finally says, her voice softening a little, almost pleading. “I mean, seriously,why?—”
“Because seven years ago, someone was taken from me,” I snap, so brutally as to make her flinch.
Her lip trembles as she stares haggardly at me. “So…I’m, what, a replacement? Because I look like her?! Because she was my friend?! Because?—”
“Because I fuckingcan,” I growl. “Now get dressed and get out.”
She stares at me, blinking rapidly. Then she turns and quickly pulls her clothes back on.
When she’s done, she glances once at me, then walks to the doors. Her hand is on one of the knobs when she twists to look back at me, her brows knitting.
“When…” She frowns. “When will it start?” she asks quietly. “I mean…” She nods with her chin at the contract in front of me. “You know.”
“You mean when will Ifuckyou?” I growl. “When will I claim you, and toy with you, and control you?”
Her face heats as she nods. “Y-yeah,” she chokes.
