Mirabel's POV.
They clapped. They nodded. They left.
And all I could think about was her legs shaking.
She tried so hard to behave.
That little gasp when the vibration peaked?
Addictive.
My heels echoed down the hallway as I led her toward my office. She followed like she was wired to my hips nervous, turned on, breathless.
The door clicked shut behind us.
She stood there, trembling.
I didn't rush. I placed my laptop on the desk, dropped my remote beside it, and then finally looked at her.
She was flushed. Her thighs pressed together like she could trap what I gave her. Her lips were parted. Her eyes glossy with unshed desperation.
"Strip."
She hesitated. Just a second. Just enough to make my eyebrow rise.
Then the blouse came off. Slowly. Shy, even after everything. Her bra was pale pink and trembling with every breath.
"Bra too."
She obeyed.
Good.
I walked to her. My fingers touched the soaked waistband of her panties.
"You didn't cum in my meeting."
She nodded, eyes wide. "N-no, ma'am."
I kissed her cheek slow, soft, deliberate.
"Good girl," I whispered.
Her knees nearly gave out.
I loved that.
"Sit on the couch."
She moved quickly, like her body was only alive if I told it to be.
I grabbed her jaw gently, guiding her eyes to mine. "You took everything I gave you, and you still stood up, presented like a professional, and didn't embarrass me."
Her chest rose and fell like a frightened rabbit.
"I'm proud of you," I murmured, "And I don't say that often."
The way her breath hitched? I could write a thesis on that sound.
"Now…" I brushed her thigh, lips grazing her temple, "I'm going to show you just how much I reward loyalty."
I reached into my drawer. Not the vibrating kind. Something soft. Luxurious.
A black silk ribbon.
Her eyes widened.
"I want you to relax," I whispered, wrapping it gently around her wrists, tying them in front of her. "Tonight, you don't beg. You receive. That's my gift."
She blinked fast. "O-okay."
I kissed her forehead.
Then her neck.
Then lower.
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To be continued