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"Yes, sir," I confirmed in a trembling voice, the aching between my legs intensifying. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on by his commanding tone and stern face that I was a panting mess without him even touching me. I couldn’t quite understand the effect he had on me.
"Grab your bag and go home, princess," he ordered, taking a step away from me. "You have work to do."
I still had my hands on his firm biceps, and I didn’t want to let go. I wanted him to fuck me, not send me away. I closed the distance between us and put my palms on his chest, moving them down. However, before I could reach my destination, he stopped me, firmly squeezing my hands with his.
"I told you, don’t provoke me, princess," he reminded me sternly, and I gulped. "I can still change our plans for tonight. What would you say if I let you wait for your release for another few days?"
My eyes widened, and my heart painfully skipped a beat. What!?
"Why would you punish yourself, too?" I asked, trying for a confident tone even when I was afraid that it sounded very desperate.
"I find it exhilarating to see you struggling with your own body, darling," he clarified, and the small hairs on my body stood up. He could be terrifying when he wanted to be, and I knew he was also crazy enough to not let me orgasm for another week. That was something I couldn’t handle. With him around, I was always on edge and tempted to finger-fuck my pussy. This game had a winner before it even started.
"I must go home, sir," I mumbled, avoiding his eyes. "See you at six." I kissed his cheek hastily, and I almost ran away from him. I really didn’t want to provoke him with this evil thing called edging. I read about it and it sounded like pure torture, especially when a D-type was a man who looked like he had just walked out of a fashion magazine.
"Electra!" he called out for me when I put my hand on the knob, and I turned around to see him giving me a small smile, his hands hidden in his pants pockets. Shit, he was so handsome!Agh!
"My driver will take you home," he announced in a tone that didn’t accept any objections. "Stay safe, princess."
Oh, God! Sexy and protective. Could I find myself a better man?
40
Outfit
Electra
Iwasabletofulfil my every duty till five pm. Mr Thorn decided that he wanted pasta for dinner, which was the easiest option. I could start preparing food later, at 5:30 pm, without being pressured by the time.
I plopped down on the sofa, staring at the blank screen of my phone. I texted Zoe, but she was preoccupied with a huge case she was solving, so she didn’t have time for girl’s talk, and my dad was on his way to the mountains. He was a passionate skier, and he was scared that at his age and with his aching knee, he wouldn’t have another chance to enjoy the snow. He asked me to come with him, but I didn’t share his excitement for winter, and spending hours in the car to get to the mountains wasn’t on my to-do list either. Maybe if he wanted to travel by plane, I would have reconsidered my decision.
The sound of the elevator door interrupted my laughter because I was watching videos on TikTok, and I stood up. Only a few people had access to the penthouse, and I hoped that Mr Thorn had ended his meeting earlier and came home, but I was disappointed to see one of his bodyguards walking into the living room with a big white box and a black shopping bag. He was a tall, lean man dressed in a black suit, and his long brown hair was up in a ponytail. He had a deep scowl on his face, and the tone of his voice gave me goosebumps.
"This is for you, Miss Hernandez," the man said, and I raised my eyebrows. I didn’t expect any kind of delivery, but when he impatiently pushed the box and the bag into my arms, I took them, murmuring a “thank you”. Without another word, he left, and I rolled my eyes at his back. He was a very unpleasant person.
I sat back down on the couch, peeking into the bag. I saw a very expensive shoe box, and my heart skipped a beat. I quickly opened it, and a pair of gorgeous black high-heeled stilettos with a silver buckle were staring back at me. They were at least four inches high. Oh, God! I couldn’t wait to see the dress.
My excitement was quickly replaced by a shock when I opened the big white box, and gasped. My eyes almost fell out of their sockets and eventually, I burst into laughter. If Mr Thorn wanted me to go into his club dressed like this, he must have lost his mind.
With a shake of my head, I stood up and went to the kitchen to prepare the vegetables for dinner. I forgot about the weird present, and I was thinking about every possible dress that could match the amazing shoes.
I wasn’t paying attention to the time or my surroundings, so when huge muscular arms squeezed me in a tight embrace, I almost had a heart attack. Mr Thorn chuckled and kissed my cheek while I was trying to calm down.
"You have a dirty conscience, my little liar," he muttered into my ear, and his grip on me lessened.
"My conscience is perfectly clear, sir," I objected, turning around and frowning at him. "You’re like a ghost."
"I think you were so lost in your fantasy about me fucking you senseless that you didn’t hear or see," he teased, and I raised one eyebrow at him.
"Mr Thorn, you didn’t fuck me for so long that my pussy forgot what your dick feels like," I stated, giving him a pointed look.
"Did she?" he mocked, grinning. "Poor thing, does she feel neglected?"
"You have no idea," I pouted, and he kissed my nose.
"How do you like the present I sent you?" he asked, changing the subject and stopping my wandering hands when I wanted to unbuckle his belt.
"You call that a present?" I squeaked in disbelief, and he frowned.
