로그인(Katherine’s POV)He woke me at six with two fingers already inside me and a quiet command against my ear.“Up. Shower. Nothing else. We leave in twenty minutes.”I showered under his watchful eyes. He didn’t let me dry off properly. He simply tossed me a thin, oversized white shirt that barely covered the tops of my thighs and nothing else. No bra. No panties. The soft cotton clung to my still-damp skin and made my nipples visibly hard the second the air hit them.The car ride was silent except for his occasional order to spread my legs wider so he could slide two fingers through my folds and check how wet I already was. By the time we pulled up to the private members’ gym in the basement of his building, my thighs were slick and my face was burning.The gym was already half full.Men and women on machines, on mats, lifting, running. Music thumped. Mirrors lined every wall. Elias walked me in with one hand locked around the back of my neck like a collar. The oversized shirt fluttered
(Katherine’s POV)The jet landed at 2:03 a.m.The black car was already waiting. Elias didn’t speak the entire drive. He simply kept one hand locked high on my bare thigh under the thin silk dress, two fingers buried inside me the whole way, occasionally curling them just enough to make my breath hitch. Every time I clenched around him he made a low, satisfied sound.The penthouse took up the entire top floor. Glass walls on every side. The city burned below us like it was watching. The elevator opened straight into the living space—vast, dark, almost empty except for low furniture and a massive bed visible through open double doors.The second the elevator doors sealed behind us, his voice dropped into something colder and hungrier.“Dress. Off. Now.”I pulled the silk over my head. Completely naked. His cum was still slowly leaking down my thighs from the jet. He walked a slow circle around me, eyes dragging over every inch like he was deciding where to start breaking me.“On your k
(Katherine’s POV) The text came at 11:47. Hangar. Gate 3. Black dress in the package. Nothing underneath. Arrive already wet. Do not make me wait. I stood in my kitchen holding the phone like it might burn me. My body was still sore from the boardroom—tender between my legs, a faint bruise forming on my hip where his fingers had dug in. I should have felt used. Instead I felt hollow in a way that only one thing could fill. The dress was waiting outside my door in a plain black box. Silk so thin it was almost transparent under light. No bra. No panties. When I slipped it on, the fabric slid over my bare nipples and clung to the damp heat already gathering between my thighs. Every step to the car reminded me I was completely exposed beneath it. The hangar was quiet. The jet sat under soft white lights, engines already warming. No one spoke to me. A silent attendant led me up the stairs and vanished forward the moment the cabin door sealed. Elias was seated in the rear of the cabin
Chapter 65: The Signature(Katherine’s POV)I arrived at the private elevator exactly on time. Years of living by the billable hour had made punctuality a reflex I couldn’t break even when my hands were shaking.The doors opened onto a silent corridor of dark marble and soft recessed lighting. No receptionist. No security in sight. Just a single black door at the end of the hall, already ajar, as if it had been waiting for me.I stepped inside.The boardroom was vast, glass and black stone, the entire far wall a single unbroken pane looking out over the glittering city. Night had already claimed the skyline. The only light came from a long glass conference table and the soft glow of the skyline itself. It felt less like a place of business and more like a stage.Elias Voss stood at the far end of the table, back partially to me, staring out at the lights. He was taller than the photographs had suggested, broader through the shoulders, dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled t
Warning!!!!!!!!lose the door, silence your phone, and get comfortable. Take your time with it. Get completely naked. Lie on your bed with pillows behind you so you can see your own body. Spread your legs wide, knees bent. Have lube and a toy ready if you want them. Dim the lights, put on headphones if you like, and breathe deep.Close your eyes and summon him, your perfect man. The one who makes your pussy ache just thinking about him. Tall, muscular, dominant. See his sharp jaw, hungry eyes, thick cock already hard and leaking for you. Feel the heat of his body. Smell his skin. Hear that deep, commanding voice that makes you drip.He’s here for you. Only you.Phase 1: The Claiming TeaseHe stands at the foot of the bed, stroking his thick cock slowly while staring at your spread pussy. “Show me how wet you already are,” he growls. Run your fingers down and spread your lips open for him. Feel the cool air on your exposed clit. Circle your entrance but don’t push in yet. Tease. Ge
Tyler entered the house first, heart racing with anticipation and nerves. Mia was waiting in the living room, wearing nothing but a tiny sheer black babydoll lingerie that did nothing to hide her hard nipples or the wetness already glistening between her thighs.The second she saw him, she rushed forward, kissing him desperately and pulling at his clothes. “I’ve been so fucking horny all day,” she moaned into his mouth. “Fuck me, Tyler. I need your cock right now.”Tyler didn’t hesitate. He shoved her onto the large couch, spread her legs wide open, and buried his hard cock deep into her soaked pussy in one rough thrust.“Fuuuuck, Mia— you’re dripping wet,” Tyler groaned, gripping her hips and starting to pound her with deep, needy strokes.Mia arched her back and moaned loudly, her full breasts bouncing with every thrust. “Yes— fuck me hard, baby— give it to me— ahhh! Deeper!”They were so lost in each other that they didn’t notice the front door opening quietly. Marcus stepped insid







