Page 96 of Undisputed Chaos
For several moments, we just breathed together across the digital divide, both of us spent and trembling.
Adrian
Such a good girl. The prettiest fucking girl.
Isla
I can't wait to feel the real thing.
I grinned, tucking myself away and carefully folding the now-used panties onto my desk.
On my monitors, Isla was stretching like a satisfied cat, the blue nightgown finally sliding on and over her curves.
My phone buzzed on the desk—the food delivery confirmation. Perfect timing.
I called her directly, wanting to keep her grounded through her softening emotions.
She answered on the first ring, her voice still breathless and sleepy from our digital encounter.
"Evening, angel," I purred into the phone, watching her face light up on the surveillance feed as she heard my voice.
"Adrian," she sighed, curling deeper into her pillows. "That was... intense."
"Just a preview of what's coming," I promised, pulling up Noah's LinkedIn profile on monitor three while keeping her camera feed centered.
"Speaking of, your feast should be arriving any minute.”
"You actually ordered all that food?" She laughed, the sound like silver bells in my dark room. "I'm going to pop.”
"That's the plan. I want you so full and satisfied you can barely move."
I began typing, crafting the first code that would begin Noah'ssystematic destruction. "Then when I get my hands on you, you'll be soft and pliant and perfectly mine."
The doorbell rang through her audio feed, and I watched her scramble up, phone pressed to her ear.
"Holy cow,” she breathed as the delivery driver handed over bag after bag of Italian delicacies. "Adrian, this is insane. There's enough food here for a week."
"Eat every bite," I commanded, sending Noah's bank alert while she spread the feast across her coffee table. "Starting with the garlic bread. I want to hear you moan for it."
She giggled as she bit into the bread, the sound making my chest tight with something that felt dangerously close to love.
"You're ridiculous. Watching me eat now?"
"Watching you do everything," I confirmed, pulling up Noah's work email and planting the first seeds of professional ruin. "You look gorgeous with my offerings."
On screen, she twirled carbonara around her fork, sipping her drink. The sight was oddly erotic—my angel, debauched by Italian cuisine instead of my cock, but debauched nonetheless.
"Tell me a story while I eat," she requested around a mouthful of delicacy. "Something to keep me company."
I laughed, fingers flying across the keyboard as I drained Noah's checking account while spinning a tale for my sleepy angel.
"What kind of story does my satisfied girl want?"
"Something dark," she said, surprising me. "Like you. Something with monsters and princesses and... consequences."
My grin turned sharp as Noah's smart home security system fell under my control.
"Once upon a time," I began, my voice dropping to a storytelling cadence, "there was an angel who lived in a realm of light and art and beautiful things."
