Page 11 of Ivory Crown

“But at the same time,” I continued, my voice dipping lower as I caressed the skin of her inner thigh, “I liked it. The thought of another man seeing you...seeing how beautiful you are...how wet you get.”

Her breath hitched again and her fingers flexed against my hand, the admission sending a potent thrill through me.

Inch by inch, I moved my hand higher until I was right where I wanted to be. Her body reacted immediately, a soft gasp escaping her lips, her hips arching towards my touch.

I smirked at her reaction, trailing kisses along the side of her neck as I continued to stroke her. “You like that, don’t you?” I whispered into her ear. “The thought of someone else seeing you like this...all exposed and dripping for me.”

I slipped a finger inside her again, feeling the slick heat that welcomed me. The way she moaned and arches up towards me was intoxicating.

“I’m not going to fuck you now ’cause I know you’re probably still sore,” I told her. “But I am going to make you come.”

She squirmed beneath me, her body already trembling as she nodded eagerly. I kissed her then, long and deep, stealing her breath away as my fingers kept their relentless pace. Her soft cries were muffled against my mouth, her hands clutching at my shirt as the tension coiled tightly within her.

She was close. So damn close.

The thought that this brilliant woman, usually so in control, was quivering under my touch, was enough to send a primal thrill through me. I pulled back from our kiss, watching her face crumple with the loss of contact. But I wanted to see her...I wanted to watch as I pushed her over the edge.

“Look at me,” I commanded, my voice gravelly with desire.

Her eyes fluttered open and locked onto mine. The raw need I saw in them pushed away any lingering doubts I had about this game we were playing.

“That’s it,” I encouraged her softly, a stark contrast to the roughness from before. “I want you to come while watching me.”

Her breath hitched in anticipation and her grip on my shirt tightened significantly. My fingers kept their steady rhythm, pushing deeper within her.

Jade’s moans hitched higher with every movement, coming out in short little gasps that drove me wild. Her gaze remained locked with mine, the expression of pure ecstasy etching itself across her face as she drew closer to her climax. I could see the exact moment she tipped over the edge; her pupils dilated and a rush of wetness coated my fingers.

“Come for me,” I ordered, my voice a low rumble in her ear.

A strangled moan tore from her lips as she did just that, her body going rigid as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

“Good girl,” I praised, stroking gently through her orgasm until her shudders subsided and she collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily.

I pulled my hand away from between her legs and brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting her once more. The musky sweetness was addictive; I couldn’t get enough.

“You’re fucking hot,” I said as her breath slowed. “See? It’s not so bad here, is it?”

She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, I swallowed her answer with a kiss.

Chapter Five: Jade

He was gone. And when he was gone, I could plan my escape.

The clink of fine china and the soft murmur of Dante’s departure ushered in a silence that settled over the penthouse like a verdict. I watched him go, his back to me, every step echoing the finality of doors closing shut. As the sun climbed higher, its rays spilled through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows that stretched out like prison bars across the marble floor.

Once he was gone, the fatigue that had been hovering at the edges of my consciousness came crashing down on me. But I shoved it aside; there’d be time for sleep when I was free from this opulent prison. This wasn’t home - it was a beautifully decorated cage, complete with invisible sentinels of steel and encryption standing guard at every exit.

My eyes lingered on the elevator, its gleaming doors reflecting a distorted image of myself. It sat there like a challenge, needing only a keycard’s whisper to yield its secrets. I didn’t have that key, but desperation was the mother of invention. It was either find a way or succumb to the golden handcuffs Dante had so artfully disguised as luxury.

I measured each step with precision, a silent waltz in Dante’s grand penthouse, my mind sharpening with focus. The security cameras hadn’t gone unnoticed. I trailed my gaze along their lines of sight, memorizing the angles and blind spots with meticulousness.

“Technology,” I murmured under my breath, a smirk tugging at my lips despite the gravity of my situation, “your sleek, shiny downfall.”

My fingertips skimmed across cold surfaces, every texture a story, every device a potential ally—if only I had access. Control panels embedded in the walls teased me, their screens alight with subtle luminescence. I assumed they were hooked to the cameras. I paused, considering, then retreated a step. No, not yet. Touch nothing without knowing the consequences, that was lab safety 101.

“Patience, Jade,” I chided myself quietly, the irony not lost on me that here I was, seeking a crack in the armor of a man who dealt in fear and control, while I couldn’t even press a button without second-guessing. But I knew this game wasn’t won with haste; it demanded cunning and attention to detail.

After I felt like I had surveyed the entire penthouse, I went back to my makeshift lab. I slumped into the leather chair at my workstation, the familiar hum of electronics around me offering a cold comfort. My eyes scanned over the digital pages of research I’d been poring over, but the letters blurred together, meaningless. The outside world beckoned through the screen, a myriad of information at my fingertips, yet I felt as distant from it as if I were staring through a telescope at a far-off galaxy.

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