Bella’s pov.Ryder took me home with a dangerous promise. My heart was pounding in my chest. He said he would punish me. What did he mean by that? After reaching home, he dragged me towards his room and threw me on the bed. "Are you ready, baby girl, for your punishment?" His eyes darkened as he measured my body from head to heel. I could not speak; I just stood there, licking my dry lips, waiting for his punishment. He sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs wider, resting his elbow on his knees. He watched me for a long moment and said, "Come here." He gestured with his head to come near him. And I obeyed like a lovesick fangirl. My body was acting on its own, as if he had hypnotized me in some way. I was drawn to him and his charm incredibly. "Over my knees," he ordered in his dominant voice, and I moved ahead and sat on his lap. He flipped me and I bent over his lap. My head was hanging down in the air and my ass was up over his knees. I gasped when he pulled my dress up to

Ryder's pov. We were gathered at Max's bachelor party, the atmosphere charged with excitement and revelry. The club pulsated with energy as laughter and music filled the air. Strippers adorned the stage, captivating the attention of the men in attendance. One particularly seductive dancer caught the eye of Logan, who sat there, seemingly disinterested in the provocative display. As the stripper approached Logan, swaying her hips with a sensual allure, she positioned herself on his lap, initiating a lap dance that teased and enticed. Her movements were mesmerizing as she ground her posterior against his bulge, eliciting a reaction from him. Unexpectedly, Logan reached out, gripping her hips and effortlessly lifting her away from his lap. I couldn't help but be intrigued by Logan's actions. In my wildest dreams, I never anticipated that he would reject the advances of a stripper at a bachelor party. It left me wondering what his reasons were for abstaining from the indulgences of the

Alex’s pov. She was breathing heavily, and her heart was pounding loudly, so I could feel it on my face. But she didn't say her safe words. I lifted my head only to descend again onto her icy left breast. While my hands dug into the ice bucket to take a handful of ice, which I rubbed on her right breast. As I sucked her cold, soft bud into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue, I bit it slightly to make her scream in pleasure. She was writhing and moaning on the table, her body writhing with ecstasy. I sucked hard on it to warm the coldness of the ice and make it hard like a pebble. I licked her whole breast, sucking and nibbling on it to leave some red marks of my love. She became a moaning mess, screaming loudly and writhing under me. Her fingers digging into my hair pushed my face closer to her breast when I tried to pull away. I shifted my head to take the right cold nipple into my mouth and worshiped it with my tongue and teeth, just as I did with her left breast. I licked it

Mia's pov. As soon as we touched down in Chicago, we made a beeline for the meeting that had been arranged by Logan's assistant. The meeting with the clients and the deal discussions took up nearly half the day. Logan had to pay a visit to the Chicago office, and it wasn't until later in the evening that we finally found ourselves free and returned to the hotel. I had made sure to book two separate rooms, determined to avoid any rumors of an affair with my billionaire boss. From the expression on Logan's face, it was evident that he wasn't pleased with this arrangement. Nevertheless, I paid him no mind and headed to my room. Exhausted from the journey, I indulged in a hot bath, which eased the tension in my muscles. Afterward, I slipped into my clothes and stepped out. That's when the landline phone rang. Frowning, I picked it up, wondering who would be calling me on the landline. "Mia!" Logan's deep, husky voice resonated through the speakers, causing my heart to skip a beat. His

Mia’s pov. In the afternoon, I retreated to my room to prepare for the impending meeting with potential clients. The purpose of the meeting was to discuss the possibility of expanding Logan's branches by establishing franchises for his new product. I took great care in dressing professionally for the occasion, opting for a black pencil skirt and a crisp white top. As the meeting commenced, the discussion revolved around business matters, and, being the secretary, I assumed a quiet and observant role. My duties extended to ensuring that refreshments were available, so I promptly ordered food and drinks for the attendees. As the waiter brought in the beverages, I took the initiative to serve them in the appropriate glasses. However, I couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling of being under the clients' scrutiny. Their gazes felt insidious and suggestive, making me feel both weird and awkward. Nonetheless, I maintained my composure, wearing a professional facade despite the discomfort