She catches herself. Claps both hands over her mouth like she can shove the word back inside.
But I heard it.
Please.
She's trembling. Tears streaming down her face now, mixing with the smeared mascara. She turns away from me, pressing her face into her hands.
Trying to hide.
I reach out. Gentle this time. Thread my fingers through her hair the way I know she likes—firm enough to feel controlled, soft enough to feel safe.
"All you have to do is ask," I whisper directly into her ear. "Say the word and I'll put my big cock up inside that needy pussy of yours. Fuck you right here against this dirty wall until you scream. Give you everything you've been dreaming about for six months."
She lifts her head.
Looks at me with those tear-bright eyes.
Parts her lips.
"Please, Master."
Victory surges through me?—
Then she shoves past me. Hard enough that I actually stumble.
"Please, Master," she repeats, voice dripping venom. "Go fuck yourself."
She tries to walk away.
I grab her arm.
Not hard. Just enough to stop her momentum. Just enough to turn her back toward me.
I knew it would end like this the first time. Knew she'd bolt the moment she felt herself surrendering.
So I prepared.
I pull the business card from my pocket. Heavy card stock, embossed lettering. My real contact information—not some burner number, not a proxy.
Direct access.
I hold it up so she can see it. Read the name printed there in elegant serif font. Then I slip it into her purse. "You know where to find me," I say calmly, "when you're ready for this cock again."
I tuck myself back into my slacks. Take my time with the zipper. The button. The belt.
Let her watch me compose myself while she stands there, flushed, and desperate, and furious.
Then I turn and walk away.
"I won't be back, Scarletta," I call over my shoulder. Let my voice carry through the alley. Let her hear the absolute certainty in it.
"Youwillcome to me."
Chapter 5
Scarletta
I'm staring at my ceiling. Again.
