Todos los capítulos de The Pleasure Protocol: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

"Can't what?""I can't handle it. I need...." She didn't even know what she needed. Her body was a live wire of sensation, every nerve ending screaming, building toward something massive and inevitable.He watched her with that cold assessment, and she realized he was enjoying this. Not with obvious pleasure, his face remained clinical, observational, but there was something in his eyes. Something possessive. Something that suggested her desperation was exactly what he wanted to see.He increased the intensity of the vibrator.Ariana's entire body convulsed. She pulled against the restraints, but they held firm. She was completely helpless, completely at his mercy, and the sensation of being trapped while her body burned with pleasure was its own form of torture."Please," she heard herself beg. "Please, I can't....""Yes, you can," he said quietly. "You can take more."And he was right. She could take more, even as every nerve screamed that she couldn't. Her body was responding to hi

He was a man accustomed to absolute control. To knowing exactly what he wanted and taking it without hesitation or doubt. To compartmentalizing his life into neat, manageable sections where nothing bled into anything else.And now there was this girl...this inexperienced, desperate girl with electric blue eyes and a body that responded to his touch like she'd been designed specifically for him....disrupting everything.The worst part was that he wanted her to disrupt it.He wanted three days to become two. He wanted two to become one. He wanted to walk out of this office right now and go back to the testing room and put her back on that desk and not stop until....Until what?Until she surrendered completely? Until she understood that she belonged to him in a way that transcended money and employment and testing protocols?The thought should have disturbed him. Instead, it aroused him further.Dominic opened his eyes and looked down at his hands. They were steady. They were always ste

*THE OBSIDIAN*The club was already pulsing with energy when she arrived at 10:47 PM.She changed into the server uniform in the staff locker room, the tight black top that showed off her breasts, the short skirt, the heels that made her legs look longer and her body look more available. The outfit was designed to be sold, to invite the male gaze, to make money from her sexuality in a way that was legal and transactional.It was nothing compared to what had happened in the testing room, but standing in front of the mirror in her server outfit, Ariana became aware of herself in a new way. She could see what he'd seen...a young woman with a body that men wanted to look at, that men were willing to pay for, that could be used and touched and assessed and broken down into its component parts.She was hyperaware of her nipples again as she clipped on her name tag. Aria (the club had shortened her name for some reason). The thin black fabric did nothing to hide them. She could see the outli

The evening stretched on. Dominic found himself commanding her constantly....small things, mostly. Pour the champagne. Stand closer.By the time midnight approached, his control was hanging by an increasingly thin thread. His slacks were uncomfortably tight. His jaw was clenched. He could feel the tension radiating off his body in waves that Luke and Cristian both noticed."Alright, I think we're done here," Luke said, reading the situation with the accuracy that came from years of friendship. "Cristian and I are heading out. You look like you have something to handle."Cristian was grinning now, absolutely understanding what was happening. "Yeah, man. We'll catch you later. Looks like you've got your hands full."They stood to leave, and Dominic didn't try to stop them. He was too busy controlling his breathing, too busy trying to manage the arousal that was threatening to override every ounce of sense he possessed.When they were gone, he turned to find Ariana watching him with thos

The glass was cold against her fingertips.Ariana stood at the window with her purse still clutched against her stomach, as if she might need to leave at any moment, and looked down at a city she had never seen from this angle. From the ground, it was traffic and noise and rent due on the first. From up here, it was a spill of gold across black velvet, silent and perfect, so far removed from her life that it hardly seemed real.Somewhere in that glitter was a hospital with a pale girl asleep in room 412. Somewhere was a tiny apartment with three cheap locks and a bathtub she had cried in. Somewhere, in a few hours, a nursery would open its doors and expect her to be there at six, smiling, carrying trays.Behind her, ice clinked against crystal.She had not seen the penthouse properly yet, she realized. Her eyes had slid over it the way they slid over everything expensive. But now the details came creeping in. The floor was a pale stone that looked like it had never been walked on. The