I savor her.
Drink her in.
Memorize the way she tastes, the way she gives, the way she doesn’t pull away.
Not once.
Shemeltsfor me.
Exactly how I knew she would.
I could fuck her right here.
Right now.
Against this door, the necklace still on, that lingerie I bought her underneath,waiting.
But I don’t.
Because this isn’t indulgence.
It’s discipline.
Control.
Training.
I pull back.
Her lips are kiss-bitten.
Cheeks flushed.
Eyes dazed.
Perfect.
“Go inside, Olivia,” I say quietly.
She blinks. Swallows. Her breath hitches.
And she listens.
Sheobeys.
She turns. Walks into the apartment.
The door closes with a soft click.
I wait.
A beat.
Then another.
The lock slides into place.
Good girl.