("You said ten minutes. I gave you twelve. Now it's my turn.")
Janelle was on her knees again.
Not because she was weak.
Because she was drunk on the way Mirabel looked at her now like she was no longer an employee… but a possession.
Mirabel stood in front of her, buttoning her white shirt, her breathing still heavy from the little "break" under the desk. But that wasn't enough. Not for Janelle. And not for Mirabel either.
Because when Janelle stood eyes dark, lips red, legs trembling Mirabel pressed her hard against the wall.
"You know what happens when you make your boss come undone in her office?" she whispered, mouth brushing Janelle's ear.
Janelle whimpered, nodding.
"No, darling. You don't."
She reached into her drawer. Silk. Black. Long.
A tie.
"Hands behind your back," Mirabel ordered.
And Janelle obeyed.
Mirabel tied her wrists, slow and possessive, like she was wrapping a gift. Her voice dropped into something darker.
"Do you want to be my good little secret?"
Janelle nodded.
"Do you want to be ruined by me?"
She swallowed. "Yes…"
Mirabel kissed her hard like she owned her breath. Her moan. Her soul.
She pushed Janelle down to her knees again, only this time… her legs stayed tied.
No escape.
No logic.
Just heat.
"Use your mouth," Mirabel whispered. "Again. But this time, I want to hear you beg between every lick."
"B-Beg?" Janelle gasped.
Mirabel grabbed her by the chin. "You'll beg to taste me. To belong to me. To be my dirty little toy."
And...she did.
Every word from Janelle's lips was filthier than the last. And Mirabel?
She fell in love with every damn syllable.
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To be continued h