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Chapter 45 - Teach Me More...So I Can Break You

Naya stretched in the bed, sore and smug. "Don't tell me you're still feeling guilty," she teased, sipping wine straight from the bottle. "Want me to go easy on you tonight?"

Janelle stepped out of the shower, wet hair slicked down her back, a single towel wrapped dangerously low. But something in her eyes… shifted.

Not softness.

Not shame.

Just… cold, slow-burning hunger.

She walked over, straddled Naya's lap, and smiled.

"Why would I want easy?" she whispered, reaching for the bottle and taking a sip from the same spot Naya's lips had touched.

Naya's smirk twitched. "Oh? What's this?"

"This…" Janelle leaned in, voice like silk and venom, "...is me learning how to make you beg."

And just like that

She kissed her, slow, deep, and controlled. Her hands didn't tremble. Her hips didn't hesitate. She didn't close her eyes like before. No she watched Naya unravel.

"You like games?" she murmured. "Let's play."

She flipped Naya on her back.

Whispered filth in her ear.

Teased her so hard she clawed the sheets in frustration.

And when Naya tried to take control back

Janelle laughed.

"Not tonight, baby," she purred. "Tonight, I make the rules."

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Later…

Naya lay there, panting. Eyes wide. Lips bitten.

For the first time… shaken.

Janelle stood by the mirror, sliding on a silk robe like it was war armor.

"You started this," she said without looking back. "You shouldn't have made me feel powerful."

"Where are you going?" Naya asked breathlessly.

Janelle smirked. "Out. Maybe I'll let someone else teach me more."

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To be continued

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