Chapter 3: SPG

Lila POV

Pumasok ako sa office nang maaga, pilit hinahanap ang professionalism ko kahit ramdam kong paiba-iba pa rin ang tibok ng puso ko. Ang utak ko puno ng images ng first night namin ni Adrian. Hindi ko maialis sa isip ko ang paraan ng mga kamay niya sa katawan ko, ang soft whispers niya na parehong nag-excite at nagpanakot sa akin.

Pero ngayon, office mode. Kailangan kong maging maayos, calm, at efficient. Ang problem? Adrian.

He was at his desk, reviewing documents. Pero iba siya ngayon. May lamig sa kanyang mata na hindi ko pa nakita—cold, calculating, parang nagtatago siya sa likod ng charm niya. And yet, may aura pa rin ng power at desire na parang lumilipad sa room na iyon.

“Lila,” he said without looking up. “Bring me the report from last night. I want it on my desk in five minutes.”

“Yes, Sir,” sagot ko, pilit na kalmado. Pero ramdam ko yung tension. Hindi niya ako tiningnan, pero alam kong naramdaman niya ang effect niya sa akin—yung kilig, yung excitement, yung fear.

Naglakad ako papunta sa printer, pero ramdam ko na parang sinusundan niya bawat galaw ko. Parang bawat paghinga ko ay alam niya. Sa bawat step ko, hindi ko maalis sa utak ko ang touch niya sa bed, ang whispers niya, ang paraan niya na pinapaalalahanan akong belong ako sa kanya… sa gabi.

Pagbalik ko sa desk niya, tinignan niya ako, matalim ang eyes. “Close the door,” he commanded, his voice low, almost like a growl.

Pumayag ako, kahit may kaba. Pagkakasara ng pinto, parang biglang nagbago ang aura sa office. Ang lamig ng aircon, ang tahimik ng space, lahat ay naglagay ng spotlight sa amin dalawa.

“Good girl,” he said, stepping closer. The proximity was electric. “Do you know how hard it is to control myself during the day, knowing what I want at night?”

Ako? Trembling. Ang puso ko, parang gustong tumalon sa dibdib ko. “Sir… I-I try po,” nanginginig ang boses ko, half-excited, half-scared.

He circled me slowly, parang predator na nag-iinspeksyon sa biktima. “Try? That’s your answer?” His fingers brushed lightly against my arm, sending shivers down my spine. “I think you enjoy this as much as I do, don’t deny it.”

Hindi ko alam kung saan magsisimula—gusto kong itulak siya, gusto kong magprotesta, pero hindi ko rin maiwasang huminga nang mas mabilis, nararamdaman ko na lang ang init sa katawan ko.

He leaned close, lips almost touching my ear. “I like how your body reacts, Lila. Every little moan, every twitch… I own it. Do you feel that?”

“Ah… Sir… yes…” I whispered, unable to control the moan that slipped out. My face was hot, cheeks burning. My knees threatened to buckle, but he steadied me with a hand on my hip, his grip firm, dominant.

He stepped back slightly, just to tease. “Look at you,” he said, eyes dark. “So obedient, yet so eager. Do you even realize how much you want this… me?”

I bit my lip, trying to hide my moans, but it was useless. “Sir… I… I don’t know…” I admitted, voice trembling, body shaking. Every nerve in me was alive, every inch craving him even as my brain screamed to run.

He smirked. “You will learn, Lila. You’ll learn that wanting me doesn’t mean you have control. I control this… you. Everything you feel… I decide it.”

Then, suddenly, he pressed me against the wall. My hands flew to his chest instinctively, but his hands were everywhere—controlling, teasing, yet precise. Ang init, ang pressure… parang naghalo ang pleasure at shame sa katawan ko.

“Do you feel how wet you are for me, Lila?” he whispered, his voice low and deliberate. “Do you know how easily you submit?”

I couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped. “Ah… Sir… yes…” I felt degraded, exposed, yet… thrillingly alive. Every touch, every whisper, every look—he was teaching me obedience in the most erotic way possible.

He circled behind me, hands tracing along my back, squeezing gently. “I own every reaction, Lila. Every moan, every shiver… mine.” He pressed his lips to my neck, sucking lightly. My soft moans filled the office. “Ah… Sir… please…” I gasped, hips involuntarily pressing back against him.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “So responsive… so eager… But remember, this is just… practice. You don’t control me, Lila. I control you. You’re mine for tonight… for now.”

I trembled, partly from pleasure, partly from the power he wielded over me. He pulled back just enough for me to catch my breath, my chest heaving, lips slightly parted. My mind was a mess—excited, scared, confused, aroused.

Then, his expression shifted. Cold again. Distant. I noticed for the first time today the way he measured me, like I was both a toy and a test. Ang saya, ang init, biglang napalitan ng pangamba.

“Do you ever wonder,” he said, his voice soft but chilling, “if you’re just… an object for me, Lila? Something to excite me while I test my patience, my control?”

My body reacted despite my fear—moans escaping without permission. “Ah… Sir… I… don’t know…”

He smirked, pressing closer. “Good. Confusion is part of it. Desire mixed with fear… makes you… perfect. Perfectly mine… obedient, aroused, yet questioning everything.”

Hands, lips, whispers… the tension was unbearable. I moaned softly again, “Ah… Sir…” The pleasure and degradation mixed, sending shocks through me. I hated how much I liked this, how much I craved the dangerous power he held over me.

“You want more, don’t you?” he teased, fingers trailing lower along sensitive areas I didn’t even realize reacted to him. “You crave it, but you’re afraid… afraid of what it means to want me this much.”

“Yes… Sir… please…” My words came out as soft gasps, body shaking. My own desire surprised me, scared me, thrilled me.

Then he leaned close, whispering right in my ear, words that made my skin crawl and my heart race. “Everything you feel… I gave it to you. I can take it away… anytime I want. And you’ll beg for it again. Do you understand?”

“Yes… Sir… I understand…” My body shivered as I moaned, hips pressing instinctively against him. The thrill of submission, the fear of his control—it was intoxicating.

He pulled away slightly, letting me catch my breath, eyes scanning mine. “Good. That’s what I like. Someone who feels everything… and yet submits. Someone who will be challenged… tested… played with.”

I shivered, feeling both degraded and desired in ways I didn’t think possible. My body wanted more, but my mind… my mind was screaming warning signs. Was I just a toy? A subject for his amusement? Or was there… more?

“Tonight is just the beginning,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You’ll learn more about control, about submission… about desire. And you’ll love it… or at least, you’ll think you hate it. But deep down… you’ll crave it. Me.”

I closed my eyes, letting a soft moan escape, heart pounding. Ang init, ang takot, ang excitement—lahat ng emotions ko naghalo. I surrendered, knowing that even if I questioned him, even if part of me wanted to run, I craved the dangerous, forbidden thrill that was Adrian Vilar.