Chapter 1

Lush’s POV

I sat at the long dinner table in my stepdad's big house. The party was full of rich people laughing and clinking glasses. But my eyes kept going to him. Alexander Voss. My stepdad's best friend. He was a billionaire who ran huge companies. He had this bossy way about him that made my body react. His jaw was strong, his eyes blue and sharp. He yelled at the waiters to hurry up, and it made me think of him holding me down, telling me what to do.

I crossed my legs under the table. My thighs pressed together as I watched him. He leaned back in his chair, talking loud to the group. His voice was deep and firm. I pictured his hands on me, rough and sure. Heat built between my legs. I sipped my wine to hide my face. But he saw me looking. His lips curved into a smirk. It promised things that made my heart race. Dark things. Dirty things.

The night went on. People ate fancy food and told stories. My stepdad, Mark, sat next to Alexander. They were old friends from business deals. Mark had married my mom a few years back. I am twenty-two now, living on my own but visiting often. Alexander was older, maybe in his forties. Married, but I heard rumors his wife was cold. He planned to leave her soon. He even told Mark about it. Divorce papers were ready. But none of that mattered right then. I just wanted him.

As dessert came out, I excused myself. I needed air. Or something. My panties were damp from thinking about him. I walked down the hall to the guest room. The house was quiet there. I shut the door and leaned against it. My breath came fast. I slipped my hand under my dress. My fingers found my wet folds. I rubbed slowly at first, thinking of Alexander's smirk. His voice in my ear, calling me names. Telling me to beg.

I lay on the bed, legs spread. My other hand pinched my nipple through my bra. It hurt a little, but it was good. I imagined him over me, his big body pressing down. His cock hard against my thigh. I dipped a finger inside myself. It slid easy because I was so slick. "Alexander," I whispered. My hips bucked up. I added another finger, pumping faster. The wet sounds filled the room. I thought of him fucking me hard, making me scream. My clit throbbed as I circled it. Pressure built. I came with a gasp, my pussy clenching around my fingers. Juice soaked my hand. But it wasn't enough. I wanted the real thing.

I cleaned up and fixed my dress. The party was still going. I headed back, but in the dark hall, a shadow moved. It was him. Alexander. He stepped close, blocking my way. His cologne hit me, strong and male. "Where have you been, little one?" he asked. His voice was low, like a growl.

"Just... freshening up," I said. My voice shook.

He leaned in. His breath was hot on my neck. "You've been staring at me all night. Teasing me." His hand grabbed my wrist. He pulled me into a corner. The wall was cold against my back. "You think I didn't notice?"

I swallowed hard. "I wasn't..."

"Liar." He pressed his body to mine. I felt his hardness through his pants. It poked my belly. Big. Thick. My pussy ached again. His free hand slid up my thigh, under my skirt. "Let's see how wet you are."

His fingers brushed my panties. I gasped. He pushed them aside and touched my slit. "Fuck, you're soaked." He rubbed my clit, rough circles. Pleasure shot through me. I bit my lip to stay quiet. Voices from the party were close.

"Alexander, please," I whispered.

He chuckled dark. "Please what? Stop? Or more?" He pushed a finger inside me. Deep. I moaned softly. He added another, stretching me. His thumb pressed my clit. "You like this, don't you? My fingers in your tight cunt."

I nodded, eyes shut. He pumped them in and out. Fast. Hard. My juices coated his hand. The sounds were wet and filthy. "You're going to come for me right here," he said. "Like the slut you are."

His words made me hotter. I ground against his hand. Pressure built again. My legs shook. "Yes, oh god..."

He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside. Stars burst behind my eyes. I was close. So close. But then he pulled out. Left me empty. Aching.

"What... why?" I panted.

He licked his fingers clean. Tasted me. "Because I say so. You come when I let you." His eyes were cold. Arrogant. It made me want him more. He knew how to play me. How to make me beg.

He stepped back. "Go back to the party. Act normal." He adjusted his tie and walked away.

I stood there, thighs sticky. Pussy throbbing. I fixed my clothes and went back. Sat down like nothing happened. But under the table, I squeezed my legs together. The need burned. Alexander sat across, smirking again. He knew he had me hooked.

The rest of the night dragged on. People talked business. Alexander dominated the chat. Bossy as ever. Ordering more wine. Telling jokes that made everyone laugh. But his eyes kept finding mine. Promising more.

When the party ended, guests left. My stepdad hugged me. "Good to see you, kiddo." Alexander shook my hand. Formal. But his grip was tight. His thumb rubbed my palm. A secret touch.

I drove home alone. My apartment was small, quiet. I stripped and got in bed. But sleep wouldn't come. I touched myself again. Fingers circling my clit. Thinking of his rough touch. His commands. I came fast, whispering his name. But it was hollow. I needed him. His arrogance. His control. He knew how to make me wet. How to make me crave more.

The next day, my phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. "Penthouse. Tomorrow. Noon. Wear nothing under your dress."

My heart skipped. It was him. I knew it. Excitement mixed with fear. This was wrong. He was married. My stepdad's friend. But that made it hotter. Darker.

I replied: "Yes."

His response: "Good girl."

That night, I dreamed of him. His hands on me. Fucking me senseless. Making me squirt. I woke up sweaty, fingers between my legs. He had me. And I loved it.