Semua Bab 90 Days With Don Cortez As His Submissive : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Arlari's POV“BDSM,” I repeated. I knew the “B” stood for Bondage. The rest? I didn’t know what it stood for.I had heard of it, sure. People talked. People liked it. But I had never cared enough to look deeply into it.“You’ll catch up,” he said, casually.“Sir…” My throat tightened. “What does this have to do with my brother?”He leaned back against his desk. “Everything. Did you really think a ransom would make me let him go?”I blinked. “That was the only option I could see—”“Even if you offered me billions, which I know you don’t have, it wouldn’t matter.” His eyes hardened. “That file he attempted to steal is worth more than you can imagine. People would kill by the hundreds for it. Thousands have placed bounties for it.”My stomach dropped. “Danny—”“He is skilled and stubborn,” Severiano cut in. “Which makes him a threat. Which is why tonight, I planned to make an example of him.” He tapped the wood beneath his hand. “But then you walked in here. And when prey walks into my d

Arlari's POVMy legs locked tightly.His fingers tapped lightly against my thigh, patient, like he had all the time in the world to wait for me to obey.“Do not make me repeat myself.”My throat went dry. Slowly, I parted my thighs. The robe slid further open, the silk nighty riding high enough to feel the cool air graze places I had only been touched at once.One finger of his traced the line of my thong, dragging along the edge until it brushed over the soft, swollen place I had been clenching shut.A gasp ripped out of me before I could hold it.He hummed. “Already wet.”Shame burned my cheeks. My body betrayed me.“I didn’t—” My voice cracked.His thumb pressed more firmly against my clit, rolling it in a small circle. My back arched before I could stop myself, my nails digging into the fabric of his trousers.“Oh…” The sound ripped out of my throat.His finger slid lower, pressing against the thin barrier of the thong. It was soaked through already.He let out a dark chuckle.“Ei

Arlari's POV"Um...do you have any idea what your father could possibly want from me?"I twist my fingers nervously in my lap.Esteban Cortez was no easy man. What was the guarantee that he didn't want to pick me apart like a puzzle, to spite his son, somewhat. I didn't know.Severiano says nothing and it gets me even more worked up."I don't know." He finally says after a dip of tension. "I mean... he has never taken particular interest in any of my subs before. So why you? And why is he so hell bent on having you come see him.""What do you mean?"He pulled his sleeves down."He says that if you do not come, then he'll have you taken.. unawares."I blinked."What does that mean?""He'll have you kidnapped."I stood up from the bed, it was an instinctive reaction that left my knees feeling like jelly.Maybe it was just a threat. A bluff.But Severiano read my mind."Arlari. My father doesn't bluff."×[IN THE LIMOUSINE]×Currently, I am sitting beside Severiano. Palms rubbing between

Arlari’s POVI sit frozen in the chair long after Mr. Esteban stops talking. My fingers are tangled in my lap, and I can feel the pulse of my own heartbeat in my temples.“You said… ninety days?” I ask quietly, though the words feel foreign coming out of my mouth.Mr. Esteban leans back in his chair. “Correct. Ninety days to establish a foetus with Severiano. Minimal risk.”“Minimal risk for him. Not for me.”He inclines his head slightly, eyes narrowing. “You will not be harmed, Arlari.”I glance down at my shaking hands. “And the nine months? The child… you are asking me to carry a life I will have no say over?”“Exactly. You would not have to raise the child. You would be protected and provided for. Enough to start over if you wish. Enough to keep your brother safe from any interference.”I bite the inside of my cheek.“And Severiano? He will know nothing?”Mr. Esteban taps a finger against the arm of his chair. “No. That is why your sub training with him must accelerate so that yo

Arlari's POVDanny turns toward the door like he is finally going to leave.I let out a puff of breath, feeling relief.But then he stops dead at the entrance.Before I can ask what is wrong, he spins around and runs straight back to me. His arms collide with my chest and suddenly he is clinging to me, like he used to do when he was small and terrified of thunderbolts.He is taller now, broader and much older. But in this moment he is the same boy who once tucked his face into my stomach whenever lightning bolts would fly everywhere in the instance of a storm. My arms wrap around him on instinct."I am sorry, sister," he whispers. "You were working jobs and I just thought… maybe if I could help… if I could finally pitch in… maybe you would not have to work so much anymore."I scoff. It is either that or cry, and I refuse to look weak in front of him."Do not worry about it," I say, gripping his shoulders, trying my best to keep a neutral voice."No...I, I felt useless, you were workin