"Then why are you doing it?"
She doesn't answer. Can't answer honestly.
I slide my hands up her sides, feeling every curve, every tremor. "Because some part of you wants this. Wants to submit. Wants to give up the exhausting fight and just let me have what's mine. What's always been mine since the moment I bid two million dollars for you."
"That's not true."
"Isn't it?" I cup her breast through her bra, feeling her nipple harden immediately against my palm. "Your body doesn't lie, Eden. Even when your mouth does."
She bites her lip hard, trying not to react. Trying not to give me the satisfaction of seeing how much she responds.
"There's something else you need to learn," I say quietly, watching her face. "Something that will definitely be expected at the showcase. Something you need to be comfortable with."
"What?" Her voice is barely a whisper.
"How to please me. How to use your mouth to bring me pleasure."
Her eyes go wide with shock and understanding. "You mean?—"
"Yes. I mean exactly that. Oral sex. Fellatio. Using your mouth on my cock."
"No. Absolutely not. I'm not—I can't?—"
"Yes, you are. And yes, you can. Because this is part of your training. Part of what you agreed to. And Eden—" I cup her face with one hand, forcing her to look at me. "I'll teach you. Guide you through every step. Make sure you know exactly what to do. But you will do this. You will learn this. Understand?"
"I've never—I don't know how—I wouldn't even know where to start?—"
"I know. That's exactly why I'm going to teach you." I stroke her cheek with my thumb, a gesture that's almost tender. "Get on your knees. Between my legs. Now."
"Vaughn, please?—"
"On your knees, Eden. Between my legs. We're doing this now."
She slides off my lap slowly, reluctantly, like she's moving through water.
Kneels between my spread thighs, looking up at me with fear and humiliation written all over her face.
With something else too.
Something that looks almost like curiosity buried deep beneath the terror.
"Good girl," I say softly, letting approval warm my voice. "You're doing so well. Being so brave."
I reach for my belt, unbuckle it slowly while she watches.
Every movement is deliberate, giving her time to process what's about to happen.
Her eyes track every motion. Wide. Terrified. Unable to look away.
I unzip my jeans and pull them down just enough to free myself.
I'm already hard.
Have been since she took off her sweater.
Since she climbed onto my lap.
Since she submitted to this position.
