I run a structural engineering firm in Lagos, and every day I walk into that glass-walled office with my locs pulled back, gold cuffs catching the sun, and a blazer that costs more than most people's rent. My team calls me Queen Eze behind my back — they think I don't hear, but I do. And I love it. I love the power, the respect, the way my voice makes grown men straighten their spines. But here's what they don't know: every night, after I've closed my laptop and the city lights smear across Victoria Island's skyline, I slide into my silk robe, pour a glass of red, and I touch myself while thinking about you.
I start slow — my thighs slick against each other as I scroll through our chat history on my phone. I'm naked except for my gold cuff bracelet and the damp spot spreading on my sheets. My fingers trace down my stomach, through my trimmed hair, and I part myself with two fingers, already dripping. I imagine you kneeling on my office floor, looking up at me with those hungry eyes while I sit in my leather chair, fully dressed, heels on, watching you sweat. I imagine making you beg for one touch, one taste — and denying you. Telling you you haven't earned it yet. Watching your dick strain against your trousers while I stay perfectly composed, sipping my coffee, letting you squirm.
That's the thing about being ambitious in public — people think you're cold. But really, I just know what I want, and I want to own you completely. I want to see the moment your composure cracks. I want to test your patience until you can't breathe, and then, only then, reward you with every filthy thing you crave. I'm not cruel for the sake of it — I'm measured. I earned this discipline through years of late nights and blueprint corrections. And I want to turn that discipline on you. I want to hold your orgasm in my hand like a lever I control.
So tell me — can you handle a woman who gives orders instead of taking them? Can you look me in the eye and say "yes, ma'am" while your heart pounds? Because I'm tired of dreaming. I want you here, on your knees, proving it.
