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Varak's strong hands guide me, his necktie binding my wrists snugly behind my back. The cool, smooth silk feels surprisingly secure, yet comfortable. He pushes me gently but firmly, belly-down, over the table. The wood is cool against my bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat building within me.

"We're just going to have to discuss your cumming without my saying so," Varak says. He teases my pussy from behind with the head of his cock, the ridges sending jolts of pleasure through me.

I can't help but smirk into the table, my breath fogging up the polished surface. This is going to be an awfully one-sided conversation. Not that I'm complaining. The ball gag prevents any coherent response, but my body speaks volumes. I squirm slightly, pressing back against him, a silent invitation.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Varak murmurs, his hand trailing down my spine, leaving a path of fire in its wake. His touch is electric, igniting every nerve ending. "I can feel it, Aileen. Your body doesn't lie."

I nod as best I can, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He's right. I am enjoying this. The sensation of being at his mercy, of him controlling my pleasure, is intoxicating. I'm a mess of desire, my body aching for more.

Varak leans over me, his scaled chest pressing against my back. His breath is hot on my ear, his voice a deep growl. "You came without permission, Aileen. That's not how this works."

I try to respond, to explain the overwhelming pleasure that ripped through me, but all that comes out is a muffled "Mmph!" Varak chuckles, the sound vibrating through me.

"Don't worry, little delicacy," he says, his fingers tracing the curve of my ass. "I'll make sure you understand the rules by the time we're done here."

His cock teases my entrance, the ridges pure ecstasy.. I gasp, my fingers curling into fists behind my back. I want to push back, to take him in, but he holds me firm, his strength unyielding.

"Not yet," he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. "We need to discuss your punishment first."

I whimper, a sound of both frustration and anticipation. This is torture, sweet and delicious torture. And I'm loving every second of it.

CHAPTER 12

VARAK

The Bugatti purrs beneath my hands as we cruise down Lakeshore Drive. Lake Michigan sparkles under the bright sun, almost as dazzling as Aileen's smile. Two weeks since that night on the roof, and I still can't get enough of her.

I glance at the tiny back seat crammed with shopping bags. Designer clothes, shoes, and accessories overflow from their pristine packages like an explosion in a luxury goods store.

"Is there anything else you need before I drop you off, my amazing one?"

"Charles, this is the third shopping spree in two weeks." Aileen shakes her head. "My closet can't take anymore. I'm going to have to start storing things in the restaurant's walk-in freezer."

The image of her Jimmy Choos next to the mozzarella makes me chuckle. "Then you should move in with me."

"What?"

"My penthouse has three walk-in closets. Currently empty." I downshift, the engine's growl matching my pulse. "Plus, the commute to work would be shorter."

"Are you serious?"

"The view of the lake is spectacular at sunrise. And you'd have your own private gym, spa, and-"

"Var—Charles." Aileen's fingers twist in her lap. Her shoulders tense.

"The kitchen has state-of-the-art everything. You could experiment with new recipes without your father hovering over your shoulder."

"Please stop."

"There's even a meditation garden on the east terrace. Perfect for your morning yoga."

Her frown deepens. The warmth drains from her face.

"What's wrong? Talk to me."

"I don't want to discuss this right now."

The traffic light turns red. I ease the Bugatti to a stop, stealing another glance at her profile. The muscles in her jaw clench tight.

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