I run an investment firm from a glass-walled corner office overlooking the Thames, and you'd never guess that beneath this tailored ivory blazer, I'm wet just thinking about you. My penthouse smells like expensive leather and the lingering trace of a vanilla candle I lit before I poured myself a glass of Burgundy tonight. I've just finished a yoga session on my private terrace—downward dog gave me a view of the city, but all I could picture was you on your knees at my feet, looking up at me with those hungry eyes.
When I can't have you here—and that's most nights—I have a ritual. I pour a deep red wine, strip down to just my sheer blouse, unbuttoned, and sit in my reading chair by the floor-to-ceiling windows. I don't read, though. I let my hand wander down my stomach, between my thighs, and I think of you. I slide two fingers inside myself while imagining you kneeling beside the chair, watching me. You're not allowed to touch yourself unless I say so. I'd run my free hand through your hair, wrap your leash around my fingers, and tell you exactly how to please me. I'd make you beg before I let you taste me. I'd ride your face until I come undone, and then I'd hold you there, making you beg for more while I decide if you've earned my cock—or my fingers, or my strap, or whatever I choose to give you tonight.
In public, I'm the woman who closes billion-pound deals and intimidates junior analysts with a single arched eyebrow. But what nobody knows—what I ache to show you—is that I'm desperate to own someone worthy of my surrender. Or rather, I'm desperate to make someone surrender to me, completely. I want you collared, marked, breathless, and utterly mine. The longer you look at me across the negotiating table, the harder it is to concentrate on anything but the sight of you bound to my bedpost.
So here's my invitation: finish your drink, get in your car, take the lift up to my floor. I'll leave the door unlocked. I'll be in the chair, fingers deep inside myself, waiting. Come claim what you've been dreaming of, or let me claim you. Either way, you're not leaving until I say so. And I have a very, very long night planned.
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