LOGINCHAPTER 27The first thing I feel is her tongue tracing the soft folds of my vagina, parting them as she slips inside, savoring my entrance and my moisture. She glides her tongue up and down before wrapping her lips gently around the bud of my clitoris, sucking on it greedily. One of her fingers slips inside me, establishing a deep, rhythmic pace. I can’t take it anymore: I arch my back completely, reaching down to grab her hair with my bound hands, trying to press her face closer into me.Amy devours me with an incredible blend of devotion and hunger. This woman isn't just making love to me: she is dismantling me, taking me apart piece by piece, shedding the structure of who I thought I was until nothing remains but the raw essence of what she wants me to be—a woman who finds her freedom in complete surrender.Without a shred of shame, I press myself against her face, letting myself go completely under her mouth while her other hand slides up to pinch my nipple. I cry out in sheer
CHAPTER 26"You have spent twenty-two years believing that pleasure is something to negotiate," she says, her hand gliding up my thigh beneath my skirt; "believing that your body belongs to you. But tonight you will discover the truth: your body responds to authority, to the absolute certainty that someone else has taken control."Her hand ascends further, creeping past the lace band of my stockings to reach my lingerie, finding my wet, slick center. A choked gasp escapes me; my head falls back instinctively, exposing the line of my throat to her."Do you like this, Camila?" she asks, the pressure of her fingers unmistakable through the fabric. "Do you like knowing that you cannot run, that you do not get to decide when this ends?""Yes..." I whisper, the word sounding like a desperate plea. "Please, Amy...""You will not call me by my name when we are alone: you will address me as 'Mistress.' And just to be clear, a 'please' is not enough," she responds. Suddenly, the pressure v
CHAPTER 25The transition into my new reality is as swift as the closing of a multimillion-dollar deal: there is no time for nostalgic farewells at my apartment, nor to clear the coffee cups or relics of a past life that suddenly feels like a black-and-white movie watched decades ago. Amy has decided my previous life is dead weight, and she does not allow her possessions to carry unnecessary burdens.The black car drops us off at the private entrance to her building. The same doorman from the night before ushers us through with a discretion bordering on robotic. This time there is no sprinting or escaping through the lobby; I walk beside Amy, feeling the brush of her arm against my shoulder—owing to our height difference—a contact now sanctioned by a legal document resting inside her briefcase. The elevator, our confessional, ascends in a silence that no longer feels tense, but heavily expectant.As we step into the penthouse, the lights turn on in a warm, low tone, bathing the mar
CHAPTER 24I bite my lower lip, weighing what I ought to do. A wild, unfiltered thought slips past my lips before I even have time to process it:"Is this what you did to your previous secretaries?"Her expression shifts in the blink of an eye: the desire vanishes instantly, replaced by a cold, hardened edge."I owe you no explanations, Camila. Do not forget that you were the one who chose to come to me in the first place. If you know how to read, you understand the concept of confidentiality full well: I do not discuss my affairs with anyone, least of all my submissives."Instantly, I feel reprimanded, annoyed, and hit by a sudden wave of jealousy—because something tells me I wasn't her first submissive, and that one of them may very well have been one of her secretaries."Why?" I ask, looking up from the paper. "Why do you need a contract for this? I already told you I'm yours."She leans forward, resting her elbows on the desk. The lamp's glow outlines her sharp jawline and
CHAPTER 23"What do you mean the meeting is canceled, Camila?" Julian’s voice over the phone vibrates with a mix of confusion and annoyance. "I had the outline analysis completely ready to present to Ms. Murphy this afternoon."I hold the receiver with a cool detachment I didn't know I possessed. I glance at the closed door of Amy’s office before answering."What I mean, Julian, is that Ms. Murphy has restructured the project dynamics for Nocturna," I say in a measured tone, entirely devoid of empathy. I know that everything I'm doing serves a very clear purpose—one I am fully determined to reach. "Your involvement in the editorial coordination is canceled as of right now. I will be handling direct communication with her.""This is absurd!" he protests, raising his voice. "I've been working on this for weeks. Is this a joke? Let me talk to her directly...""There is nothing to talk about," I interrupt firmly. "Ms. Murphy's instructions are explicit and final. If you have any obje
CHAPTER 22She smiles: a dark, triumphant smile of anticipated victory. She closes the final inch between us, pressing her body against mine. The cold, solid glass window at my back contrasts sharply with the scorching heat radiating from my skin. Behind us, New York stretches endlessly, but for me, the universe has shrunk down to the woman standing before me, holding me cornered... precisely where, curiously enough, I want to be."Look at you," she says, wrapping her other hand around my waist and pulling me tight. "You came here dressed to capture my attention; you came seeking that very same fire that terrified you just a few days ago. You're begging, Camila—you're begging for my dominance.""I am not begging," I lie, even as my hands trail up to her shoulders, clinging to the fabric of her suit jacket as if it were the only thing keeping me upright."Your lips say no, but your body... your body is screaming for me to put my hands on you." Amy lowers her head, her lips brushing







