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The Upper Hand
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2025-06-16 00:07:07
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His Plaything Trouble Comes In Threes
[Bianca]It was a knock that woke me the next morning. I'd wanted to ignore it, hell I'd only come here because Cassandra had gone somewhere and forgotten to leave the spare key. She wasn't answering her calls or texts either and I was beyond exhausted after such a busy day. I only meant to nap on the sofa before showering since I was all sticky and sweaty from such a long day. But somehow, exhaustion had overwhelmed me.From Dante's office antics to his doctor, Bella, and then the trip to the scrapyard. One good thing that had come out of it was the name 'Sara Lee' who was likely Keith's mother. It took a while but I'd made stops at a few police stations after the scrapyard. I was about to give up when one claimed that Keith had been moved to rehab. Nothing had come up about Anna yet and my donor's identity was still a mystery.KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKThe knock came again, louder than before. I slowly got off the bed, feeling the sluggishness within my bones. I caught my reflection in t
His Plaything The Fun Of It
[Dante]I didn’t leave the office until well after sunset. Not because I had nothing better to do—if anything, the day had been unusually productive and busy. From sex with Bianca to finally silencing that insufferable doctor once and for all, I’d crossed off most of the day’s regular obligations. By all metrics, it had been a good day.But the work never really ended. I wasn’t particularly fond of it. I didn’t find spreadsheets, meetings, or documentation fulfilling. Still, I had no intention of ever stooping to poverty. Not now. Not five years from now. Not even on my deathbed.I was thirty-one. Sooner or later, I’d have to consider retirement but before that came succession. That lovely word that terrified men who’d built empires. The moment you start thinking about who comes after you, you start realising you’re not immortal. You start making exit plans—planning for your own obsolescence, wanting to make sure the next person to take over wouldn’t fuck up your life’s work.A succes
His Plaything The Upper Hand
[Dante]From the twenty-fourth floor, everything looked insignificant. Cars, people, lives—they crawled like ants, unaware of the giants above them. I stood at the glass wall of my office, coffee gone cold in my hand, watching the parking lot below.That’s when I saw her.Bianca.Even from this height, there was no mistaking the subtle arrogance in her posture, the way her spine held straight despite the stiffness in her step. Of course, she hadn’t fully recovered from the sex. If only that fool hadn’t interrupted us. She didn’t have a car. Maybe I needed to get her one—but I couldn’t fathom her preferences in vehicles.She was walking toward the road when someone intercepted her. My eyes narrowed at the sight of Bella. Setting the coffee in my hand on the desk, I reached for my phone and dialled her number.She didn’t answer.My eyes narrowed as Bella stepped closer to Bianca, too close for comfort, her mouth moving to explain something briefly.I tapped my phone screen again. One
His Plaything Off The Books
[Bianca]I exited the building shortly after our conversation. While strolling past the parking lot, I heard someone—a woman to be specific, call out:"Hey!"The voice was familiar so I spun around. To my surprise, it was the same woman I'd accidentally bumped into outside Dante's house the other night. This time, I got a better look.Around 5'10, maybe taller with the boots. Curvy. Broad-hipped and broad-shouldered, with rich brown skin. She wore a simple olive coat, and under it, a dark dress that hit just below her knees."Hey," I returned, trying to sound as polite as I could. After all, we didn't even know each other's names.Nice to meet you," she said, a little breathless. "Bella Dawson." Then she smiled, revealing a set of perfectly aligned teeth. "Sorry to bother you, but would you mind if we talked for a bit? Somewhere quieter?"I didn't ask why because I already knew what the topic was. Dante. What I didn't know was the details and in times like this—curiosity often got the
His Plaything Make Me Your Dog
[Bianca]The desk was solid wood—polished, expensive. It didn't creak when I shifted, crawling forward just enough to reach him.Dante sat with that same fake smile fixed on his face, nodding along as the man across from him droned on about merger delays or cross-border regulations. Something dull enough to make any sane person zone out. But Dante wasn't zoning out.Not with my hand trailing up the inside of his thigh.He stiffened under my touch—every muscle going taut as I brushed my fingers along the outline of him, hidden beneath wool and zipper teeth. Still half-hard. Still warm. He hadn't had time to clean up so it was likely sticky underneath.I noted the slight inhale he tried to disguise as a sigh.He adjusted his voice. "Yes, well, I think if the acquisition goes through, we'll need to—ah—reevaluate the..." A pause. "The—uh—terms."I smirked beneath the desk.Carefully, I tugged at his zipper. The sound was quiet enough to go unnoticed and he didn't stop me or even flinch. B
His Plaything Office Hours
[Bianca]"What are you looking at?" I didn’t bother softening the tone of my voice as I paused halfway to his desk.Dante leaned back in his chair. “Not much,” he said, though his eyes lingered on me. “Just trying to make sense of that cardigan.”I tilted my head, fingers splaying wide as I gave a mock twirl, showing off the teal sweater and the deliberately mismatched layers and colours. “Disappointed?” I asked, my mouth curving into something like a smile, though it didn’t reach my eyes. Not quite.He sighed like it physically pained him. “Very.”That was the idea. I had gone back to Cassandra’s place after making the call to him and dressed in the ugliest, least tempting thing I could find. A preemptive shield. A reminder that I wasn’t here to seduce him. I was here to say thank you and find out what he wanted. “Could you get the door?” he said casually, gesturing behind me.I squinted at him, suspicious of the request, but turned anyway. I made it exactly one step before pausing.
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