Warning: Heavy teasing, remote play, public heat, and possessive tension.
Janelle had no idea what she'd done to make Mirabel jealous. One moment, she was laughing too brightly, too carefree with a new male intern. The next, she was pinned against the elevator wall with a hand on her throat and breath hot against her ear.
"You like making me jealous, huh?" Mirabel whispered darkly, her voice all satin and danger.
"I-I was just "
"You wore my perfume today. You called me 'ma'am' like I was just your boss. And now you're laughing for someone else?"
"I didn't mean "
Mirabel leaned closer. "No. You never mean it. But you will remember it."
That night, in her sleek penthouse overlooking the city, Janelle stood naked in front of the mirror while Mirabel sat with her legs crossed, remote in hand. The small, pink toy was already snug inside her just enough to tease but not enough to fill.
"You don't get to cum," Mirabel said casually, flipping through her phone. "Not until you've learned your place."
Janelle whimpered. "Mirabel, please..."
Click.
The vibration hit low and deep. Janelle's knees trembled.
Click. Click.
It pulsed harder, matching her heartbeat, playing with her like she was a marionette made of heat and need. Mirabel's eyes never left her.
"Hands behind your back," she ordered. "Spread your legs. And smile. If you want to play with others then you'd better perform."
Janelle was melting, gasping, her body betraying her, thighs shaking, lips parted.
Mirabel clicked the remote again.
"Beg for your punishment," she said, voice cold. "Show me you're mine."
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To be continued