Bow to me

_Serafina’s POV_

I made my way back to my room, my heart racing in my chest as the feeling of his touch ran through my mind.

What had just happened now?

I could feel the slight throb of my pussy and I almost slapped myself for the thoughts I was getting.

Was I getting turned on? And by the thought of Dimitri who had choked me in his office after he caught me snooping around?

Serafina you are truly unbelievable. I let out a groan, almost slamming my head against a wall.

But I didn't miss the look in his eyes, I wasn't the only one who felt this way.

I could tell that the subtle searching I was doing quite obviously wouldn't work.

I needed information strong enough to bring the mafia king to his knees along with his entire empire.

And the only way I could get such information was from him himself.

I needed to seduce him and make him fall for me.

Or at least trust me enough to give me the information I wanted.

My gaze fell on the mirror and I slowly pushed my robe to aside.

My long black hair fell in waves down my shoulders, my siren eyes known to bring every man to his knees.

I had curves in all the right places, and was gracefully endowed.

Years of hard work in the gym really paid off.

Walking to my walk in closets, I flung through the clothes that was in there.

I didn't know when they had arranged my clothes here, but I didn't care.

Since the clothes that were here was mine, it means Raphael added the things I asked him for.

It took a while before I finally saw what I searched for.

A red lacy lingerie.

It left nothing to the imagination but was sexy enough to bring any man weak.

The corners of my lips pulled into a smirk as I thought to myself.

Dimitri, I would make you bow to me.

I looked at the clock on the wall, almost sighing in irritation when I saw it was still morning.

I waited patiently for the day to end. Soaked in scented water for an hour. Oiled my skin and made sure Dimitri wouldn't be able to resist me.

When the clock finally hit nine Pm. I knew it was time.

I stopped in front of the mirror, taking myself in.

The lingerie hugged every curve in my body like it was made for me alone, my rosy nipples peaking through the lace.

My hair fell in lazy waves, the seductive type that makes people want to run their hands through it, or grab it. It framed my face in a way that made me look innocent and intentionally sinful.

My eyes were darkened with smoky eyeshadow, my lips glossed.

I could smell the soft scent of my rose perfume, it wasn't too strong, but was enough to entice a man.

Running my hand through my hair, I slipped on my robe and padded through the door bed footed.

My anklet jingled with each step I made and I knew it would be hard for him to resist.

I hoped no one would see me walking to Dimitri’s room looking this way.

It would be obvious what I wanted to do, not that it mattered.

I had asked a maid earlier where Dimitri’s room was and she had showed me.

When I got to the door, I took a pause and breathed in deeply.

I hope he wasn’t sleeping.

My knuckles rapped against the wooden frame and then I pushed the door open, no even bothering dor a response.

Slowly, I walked in.

Dimitri raised his eyes to meet my gaze, giving me a once over before he goes back to his reading— UNFAZED.

I felt a vein pop in my forehead.

This little…

He didn’t even acknowledge me.

But it was too early to get upset. He didn’t dismiss me. He didn’t ask me to leave.

I could still do this right.

I took a step forward, and another, my anklet jiggling with each steps I took as I walked closer to his table.

When I stopped in front of it, Dimitri still didn’t even bother with me, his gaze remaining on his papers.

Fine. If that was how he wanted it.

I pulled the rope thay held the robe together. Dimitri flips another page, completely unfazed.

I hate him. God, I hated him so much right now.

My fingers trail over my collarbone, down my chest then to my waist. I shifted my stance, arching subtly, in a way thay invited him in.

My breath deepened as I parted my lips, the air heavy between us.

Finally— he glanced up at me.

For just a second. Just a second to see me standing there nearly naked in front of him.

His gaze washes over my body, not in a wa that shows he was looking at a woman.

My pulse kicks in irritation.

“Are you really going to pretend you don’t care?” I murmured, my voice low.

He didn’t answer.

I leaned forward, planting my palms on the surface so I can lower myself into his line of sight.

His pen pauses over the page.

A victory. A small one, but I’d take it.

“You’re working too hard,” I whispered. “Look at me.”

His eyes lifted to mine at last. It was cold, meant to stop me from thr madness I had found myself doing, but that only pushes me further.

I stepped around the tables ,coming to stand rught beside him.

Sliding a hand along his shoulder, I leaned forward, pressing my breasts on his arm.

Dimitri doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t even exhale differently. He simply turned the page as if I wasn’t there.

But it was too early to give up.

I brought my lips near his ear as I whispered. “You shouldnt leave your wife hanging here when she wants you to fuck her.”

That was too direct, but it was the only path I could take right now.

Dimitri slowly looked up at me, his expression maddeningly unreadable. “Serafina,” he said quietly. “If you’re looking for a reaction… you’ll have to try much harder than taking your clothes off.”

My heart stuttered, equal parts humiliation and desire.

And he goes right back to reading.

Pushing my robe off my body, I stood there in bothing but sheer lingerie but that clearly wasn’t enough to entice him.

Sleoly, I walked behind him, placing my hands on his shoulders, I brought my head down to his neck and kissed his neck.

My hands roamed over his chest and body as I sucked the skin on his neck, planting hickeys all over.

I felt my pussy throb gently as I rubbed my breasts on his back.

I was too engrossed in doing that, I didn’t notice he had dropped his pen.

“Serafina…” Dimitri called out darkly and I stopped.

“I have no interests in tender love making or a ‘normal relationship’. All I want from you is obedience and if not gotten, you would be punished. You are simply my possession for physical release and I would never fall in love with you.”

Well ouch.

But I didn’t care about all that.

Thwre wouldnt even be enough time for him to fall in love befpre I killed him.

So it was a win-win.

“I would expect you to answer me if I speak to you!” He growled and I rubbed my thighs together to stop the painful throbbing between my legs.

“Yes master. I understand.” I breathed in his ears. His fingers clenched lightly and I knew I had him just where I wanted.

“Take off that you have on, kneel in front of the bed with your legs spread apart and your palm on your thighs. Keep your head down.”

My heart skipped a beat, but I did exacrly as he said.

Walking to the bed, I turned around and met his gaze.

I could see the hunger in his eyes now as he watched me peel panties off, kicking it off to the side.

The bralette followed suit and I sank to my knees.

Spreading my legs apart, I placed my hands on my thighs and tore my eyes off him, shifting my gaze to the carpet beneath me.

The sound of Dimitri’s chair scrapping the ground reached my ears as he pushed it backwards and made his way towards me.