Chapter 2: "Come to daddy"

Her heart sank instantly as she glanced at the wall across from her, where a single framed article hung crookedly, the one she'd written ten years ago. 

The headline was faded now, but she could still read it even in her sleep.

"Tech Prodigy's Empire Crumbles: Insider Claims Fraud."

She'd been twenty-five then, hungry, and unstoppable. The subject had been a twenty-something startup founder named Soren Vale. She'd torn him apart in print, and he'd vanished after that, ruined, forgotten, and hopeless.

 Or so she'd thought.

But now? Here he was right in front of her, staring at her with a sly smile that sent shivers down her spine.

Soren removed his nose mask, and clapped his hands.

For years, he'd been searching for ways to get to her. For years, he'd been looking for the woman who made him become heartless. And now, fate had finally brought her to his side.

What was better than that?

"Hello, Elena." 

Her mouth went dry as soon as she heard his voice, and she raised her trembling hand and pointed a finger at him with a pale face.

"You... You remembered." She stuttered.

"I never forgot." Soren muttered and began to step closer. 

Elena shifted back a little, slightly shivering from the cold and the intensity in his gaze. From the look on his face, she could tell this wasn't good.

"Why did it turn out to be him? Why am I so unlucky?" She thought, clutching her dress tightly.

"Forty million dollars," Soren said softly. "For thirty nights of your time. Your secrets, and your surrender."

"You're not planning to take revenge, are you?" She asked the very question that clouded her mind ever since she set her eyes on him.

Soren paused and tilted his head, then slid his hands into his pocket. 

"Perhaps." He blurted.

"Or perhaps," he continued. "This is about finally seeing what happens when the woman who broke me, breaks for me."

He gestured to the chaise.

"Sit."

But unfortunately, she found it difficult to move. 

His gaze flicked to her dress, lingering on the way the fabric strained across her breasts, how breathtaking she looked. And lastly, her soft, sexy, glowing thighs.

Seeing the way he looked at her, Elena didn't need anyone to tell her what to do.

Slowly, she began to take off her dress, believing she'd be able to change his mind from taking revenge on her. Or perhaps, get some information about the mysterious billionaire.

Her breasts sprang free as soon as she unhooked her bra, her nipples pointing directly at him.

Soren swallowed slowly, his jaw tightening. This wasn't the plan. But then again, he couldn't take his eyes off her, no matter how he tried.

She took off her panties, revealing herself completely, bare and exposed beneath his gaze.

Soren bit his lower lip as his eyes sparkled in delight. He had seen beautiful women before, but none who trembled beneath his gaze quite like this.

However, he wasn’t the type of man who was easily swayed.

He was a man accustomed to control, in boardrooms, in negotiations, and in rooms like this.

He turned away sharply, and glared hard at the wall, clenching his fist at his sides. 

"No sex," he blurted. "Not tonight. Not until you beg for it."

Elena paused instantly, and furrowed her brows in confusion, wondering what he meant by that. 

"But tonight," Soren continued. "You tell me one truth. One real one, and we begin."

Elena stared at him in shock. The man she'd reduced to nothing years ago. 

The man who'd built an empire from the ashes she'd left, now owned her nights? Her decisions and everything about her?

Her body trembled as she thought of it. However, she lifted her chin and took a deep breath.

"Fine."

Without a second thought, she put on her dress, then walked past him and sat on the chair slowly, deliberately, letting the dress ride up just enough to expose the smooth line of her thigh.

His eyes darkened as he turned back to her.

"Start talking," Elena blurted, clearly annoyed by his sense of control.

Soren's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile that made her heart tremble again.

"Oh, Elena," he purred. "We're just getting started, why do you look so upset?" He asked.

Soren studied her for a long moment. Then he moved, and sank into the low armchair opposite the chaise.

“I’d like to know more about you, Elena.” He said slowly. “The real you, I mean. Not the journalist, but the woman underneath.”

She tilted her head and responded sharply. “You already know a lot about me. Isn’t that enough information?”

“Not even close.” Soren said and leaned forward slightly. 

“Tell me your fantasies. The ones you’ve never said out loud. The ones that make you ache when you’re alone.”

“I don’t—” She stopped and swallowed hard, then tried again. 

“I don’t have fantasies like that.”

Soren raised his brows and blurted out. “Everyone does.”

Elena pressed her lips together and looked away, fixing her gaze on the amber liquid still untouched on the side table.

“What’s the matter?” he asked softly. “Afraid?”

“No.” The word came out quicker than she intended it to be. She forced her eyes back to his. 

“I’m not afraid of you.”

Soren chuckled, then leaned against the chair and crossed his legs. He knew clearly that that was a lie. 

From the moment she entered the room, he could tell she was trembling.

“Then prove it.” He muttered. “Spread your legs.”

“For what?” she managed.

“So I can see you while you speak. So there’s nowhere to hide.”

There's silence in the room as Elena continued to stare at him unbelievably. Pressing her thighs so tightly together that the muscles trembled.

"Go on." Soren said, and she swallowed, her throat tight, then gave a small, reluctant nod.

Although she didn't want to do this. Although it's against her principle as a woman. But remembering her job, and the rules of the auction club, she had no other choice than to comply with his demand.

Slowly, she uncrossed her legs and allowed one knee to fall open, then the other. The dress rode up until cool air kissed the slick folds between her thighs again.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now, tell me. What do you dream about when no one’s watching?”

Elena licked her lips and began to ponder on it. “I… I think about being watched.”

His eyes narrowed in interest. “Watched how?”

“Someone… studying me. Seeing everything. Knowing exactly what makes me break.” Her voice cracked on the last word. 

"But they don’t touch me. They just… they wait until I can’t stand it anymore.”

There's silence in the room as Soren nodded in anticipation, clearly fascinated by her confession.

“Interesting,” he said finally. “And when you can’t stand it?”

Her cheeks burned. “I beg.”

“For what?”

“For… release.” She barely whispered it. “For them to let me come. Or make me come. Or… deny me until I’m crying.”

“Keep going.”

It's an order she suddenly found difficult to obey.

“You’re wet right now, aren’t you?” He asked, tilting his head. But unfortunately she couldn't respond.

“Answer me.” Soren said.

“Yes.” She replied, pressing her hands together.

Soren took a deep breath, then leaned forward again and asked.

“How wet?”

“Enough that it’s… on my thighs.” 

He studied her carefully. It had only been minutes, yet her body responded so easily beneath his control. That made the whole thing far more interesting.

“What else? What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve never told anyone?”

Her mind scrambled for the answers. He could lie, she should lie. But his gaze pinned her in place.

“I think about… being forced to confess things,” she admitted. 

“While someone controls whether I get to come or not. Edging me over and over until the truth spills out because I have no choice.”

Soren leaned back, suddenly feeling satisfied. 

“And the man in these fantasies… What does he look like?”

She met his eyes and bit her lower lips slowly. 

“He looks just like you. Gentle, kind, fully dressed and making me curious about his cock. Is it big? Is it small? Is it already straining against your control? Or does it harden slowly while you pretend you’re unaffected?"

Soren gulped down and looked away as soon as she finished speaking. 

For the first time, something flickered across his face; surprise, hunger, and lastly triumph. 

He stood up and reached into his inner jacket pocket, then withdrew a slim black cellphone. The screen lit briefly as he glanced at it.

“Saved,” he said quietly, then returned it to where it was. 

“I’ll keep everything in mind.”

Without another word, he turned swiftly and began to head toward the door, leaving Elena in utter disbelief.

All these while she's talking, Elena had no idea that the man she's speaking with was definitely on business.

"Did he... Did he just record that?" She stuttered, gazing blankly at the wall as if it could give her answers to her questions.

Soren stopped at the door abruptly, then turned to her.

“I record everything,” he said simply. “It’s how I remember who owes me.”