Can you ride my manhood reverse?

Blake's POV

“I think my panther’s getting restless…” I murmured, elbows now resting loosely on my knees as I studied her face with quiet intensity. “Maybe… you’d make the perfect meal for her, while I sit back and watch.”

Her eyes flickered open and met mine sharply. She shrank into herself, hands trembling in her lap.

“No… Blake…” she rasped, each word catching in her throat as her breath hitched. “I… I’ll do anything you want…”

“No–”

“Yes! I will,” she choked out, gripping my hands tightly as if they were the only thing keeping her grounded. Her tear-filled eyes searched mine, desperate and unsteady.

“I’ll do whatever you want… anything you want… just tell me how.”

I hated being touched by women—not Elizabeth, my beloved mother, and not even Ava, my fiancée. No one ever lingered long enough to hold me, and I never understood the strange irritation it sent crawling up my spine whenever they tried.

I dropped my gaze to her hands—small, delicate, the nails neatly painted in a glossy black polish. A flicker of irritation rose almost immediately, sharp and instinctive, even as I registered how beautiful her hands looked.

I pulled my hands away roughly, startling her.

“Please… Blake, don't kill me…” she cried out, her voice breaking as she leaned forward instinctively. Her hands shot out, almost reaching for mine again, but she stopped herself halfway, fingers trembling in the air like she was afraid even that much contact would provoke me. She swallowed hard, pulling her hands back to her chest.

My gaze fell on her tear-streaked face—red, swollen eyes, a runny nose, and yet, she was still strikingly beautiful, the kind of beauty that turned heads. And maybe that was why she’d managed to manipulate men so easily.

“Whatever I want?”

“yes… yes… Blake.”

I leaned in closer, my breath brushing her ear as I lowered my voice to a whisper, “can you ride my manhood reverse, and bounce those fat ass cheeks right on my balls until they sting?”

She sniffled, pressed her lips together, and gave a slow nod—uncertain, but compliant.

Fuck! She’s pure temptation, and I hated every bit of how she made me feel.

I shoved myself to my feet and started pacing the room, unable to stay still. Lucien stepped aside, giving me space without a word.

I tried to picture Ava’s face, and I did, clear enough in my mind—beautiful, oval, with calm almond eyes. But this bitch was something else entirely—round face, doe-like eyes that held a quiet, unsettling pull, thick lips I almost wanted to crash mine against, and curves far more pronounced than I cared to admit.

“Okay… then welcome to my world, Rossella.” I said, a hand resting on Lucien’s shoulder.

“Boss… do you think this is a good idea?” Lucien asked, his voice tight with concern.

I tapped his shoulder lightly, then withdrew my hand.

Before long, a phone began to ring.

“Boss… your phone,” Lucien said, low but urgent as he pulled it from his pocket and held it out to me.

Fiancée.....

“Why is she calling now?” I stared at it for a second, then grabbed the phone and answered.

“Hey.”

“Honey… I’ll be coming over today. Ryan told me you’re back from the night run,” Ava said softly. “So I’ll just go for my spa appointment and head home afterward.”

“Ava… why do you always have to ask Ryan about me?” I tilted my head, glancing over at Ryan. He immediately looked down, his posture stiffening as he shifted.

“Is that a problem?”

I lowered the phone from my ear and glared at the screen.

“Hello… hello? Blake?”

Without responding, I ended the call and shoved the phone into my pocket. It started ringing again almost immediately, so I pulled it out and switched it to airplane mode.

“Ryan.” I turned to him.

“Yes, boss,” he lifted his head just enough to meet my eyes, though the effort seemed to unsettle him.

I stepped closer, unhurried, noting the restless shift in his stance. “Tell me, Ryan…” my voice low, edged with impatience. “When do you plan on acquiring a bit of sense?”

“Ms. Ava insisted I told–”

“And you?” I cut him off, tilting my head slightly, as though straining to catch every word.

“I… I told her.” His jaw tightened as his gaze dropped back to the floor.

My eyes lingered on him, teeth clenched, hand tightening at my side.

“Lucien.”

Lucien turned sharply at the sound of his name, meeting my gaze. “Boss.”

“Relieve this asshole of his duties, then send him to the docks... have him dealt with.”

Ryan stepped forward in panic, his voice breaking as though he were moments from dropping to his knees. “Boss… Boss, please… I—”

“Immediately.” I cut him off sharply, signaling Lucien.

“Move it!” Lucien barked. Ryan obeyed immediately, though his eyes kept darting back at me as he was led away.

“Boss, please…” Ryan pleaded again, his voice breaking.

I barely reacted, my expression flat as I watched him struggle against the order.

“Faster!” Lucien shoved him forward, forcing him to keep moving. Ryan kept turning his head, glancing back at me as he was dragged out.

“Make sure you strip him of his devices too,” I said with a quiet scoff.

“Please, boss–”

“You need discipline,” I cut in coldly.

The door opened, then clicked shut behind them.

After a brief pause, my attention snapped back to Rosella, still wrapped in my hoodie, watching us in stunned silence.

“Roman.”

He stepped forward instinctively. “Boss.”

“Take her to the Ivory Suite on the second floor. Stay close, watch her from time to time. And instruct Zee to see to whatever she needs.”

Roman gave a short nod, no hesitation in his expression.

“Don’t try anything stupid.” I warned Rosella.

I yanked the door open and stepped out, their scuffling footsteps trailing behind me seconds later.

Five hours later, I sat in my private room, shirtless, working through a shipment file on my laptop. I’d managed a brief rest after discharging all of them.

Rosella flickered through my thoughts—unwanted, persistent. And I hated how easily her tempting face and sinfully sculpted body lingered, refusing to leave my mind.

I hesitated for a brief second, my hand hovering over the USB cable linked to the Ivory Suite. I exhaled, then went ahead and plugged it into my laptop.

The live feed flickered onto the screen—she wasn’t in the sitting room.

Switching views, I checked the bedroom, leaning in.

Rosella lay sprawled across the bed, asleep, in a transparent nightdress that had ridden up just enough, exposing lace panties slung low, revealing the curve of her ass. She looked almost innocent like that. I watched her, biting the inside of my cheek as I tore my gaze away, fighting the urge to zoom in.

I gave up resisting, and zoomed in on her ass, the lens dragging slow across the bare cheeks peeking from the lace.

“Fuck…” the word slipped out before I could stop it.

A knock at the door almost startled me. I shut the laptop sharply and straightened, hardening my expression.

“Yeah?”

“Sir… Ms. Ava just arrived. She’s already on her way up despite our attempts to have her wait in the inner lounge, as instructed, so we could inform you first.”

Ashley. The mid-floor server, I could tell by her small voice.

“Ashley?”

“Yes, sir.”

I exhaled slowly. “Just let her.”

“Okay, sir.”

Ava had never been easy to handle. Since I’d known her, she’d always been difficult.

I rubbed my temple, got to my feet, and pulled a shirt from the wardrobe.

After unbolting the door for her easy entry, I sat back down, sinking into the chair and resting my head against the headrest, staring up at the ceiling.

A few minutes later, the sharp click of heels echoed against the tiles, followed by Ava’s voice—loud, cutting through the hallway.

“You dare not repeat this bullshit!” she snapped at whoever was with her.

A deep, strained male voice followed, though I couldn’t hear it clearly, before she cut in harshly, “Shut it! You son of a bitch!”

After a few seconds, the man’s voice grew clearer and closer, stopping just outside my door.

“Boss gave the orders, Ms–”

A sharp slap rang out, cutting him off and echoing through the space.

“How dare you talk back at me?!”

“Shit,” I muttered, pushing off the sofa and rushing out.

Jason stood there holding his cheek, his face already flushed. Behind him, Ashley lingered in stunned silence, while Ava stood firm, unmoved.

She turned her head the moment she noticed me. “Honey…” she grumbled, closing the distance between us sharply. “Honey, why do your stupid guards act so difficult all the—”

“I gave the orders.”

“What orders?” she rasped, tilting her head toward Jason.

“Wait… wait… you mean, you told these assholes to stop me from coming into your house?”

“Please, Ms. Ava, we never stopped you from coming in… we only asked–”

Ava moved fast, cutting Ashley off mid-sentence with a sharp slap. “You rat!”

"Ava!” I growled, grabbing her arm before she could do more. I dragged her into my room as she struggled against my hold.

“You let them insult me.” her voice rising as I pulled her inside.

I shoved the door shut behind us.

“What the hell is wrong with you Ava?”

She stayed silent, her gaze lingering on my face as she slowly slipped her small handbag off her shoulder, her heels tapping against the floor.

With a careless flick, she swung the bag in a small arc and tossed it onto my bed, then walked straight ahead toward the mirror, adjusting her hair as if I wasn’t even there.

I stood still, watching her, my hands slowly curling into fists.

She’d always been like this—no manners, no respect—and I hated that part of her.

“Well, I was expecting you to tell me how beautiful I look… because I spent twenty thousand bucks just to look this way for you.” she murmured, glancing at me through the mirror.

I gave her a slow, head to toe glance, my jaw tightening. Without a word, I walked to my table, picked up my laptop, about to leave when she shot out her hand, gripping my wrist sharply.

"Blake..."

I shot a look down at her hand gripping mine, and she let go immediately. She knew I hated that kind of contact.

“Fine… I'm sorry” she cooed, rolling her eyes slightly.

I rubbed the spot where she’d gripped my wrist, glanced at her, then reached for the door. I pulled it open, stepped out, and shut it firmly behind me.

“Get back here soon… I missed you,” her voice drifted through the closed door.

Ten steps down the hall, my feet locked in place. That filthy image slammed back—Rosella’s ass spilling out of those tiny lace panties.

Fuck...

I hated how much it turned me on.

I spun around, stabbed the elevator button for the second floor, and headed straight for the ivory suite.