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She does as she’s told without saying a word. She’s been doing that a lot lately. The sassy quips are gone, replaced by obedience, and it makes me wonder if she’s got something planned. But I don’t dwell on it. Even if she’s rethinking her decisions, it doesn’t matter. What’s done is done, and sooner or later, I’m going to have to take care of it.

Of her.

I take my seat inside and make a joke about my slightly late arrival, using my charm to get these assholes to laugh, and then the stockholder meeting begins. Vi twists her fingers in her lap. Her bright red hair gleams like a demonic halo over her head, and those blue eyes twinkle.They fucking twinkle.Like she’s scared of me. No—like shewantsme. Like I’m some kind of tragic monster. My head spins.

Why does she have to be so fucking beautiful?

The conversation drags on, and usually, I’d be making subtle, yet suggestive comments about the past to make the leaders upfront uncomfortable, but my mind is elsewhere. I can’t stop staring at Vi fidgeting in the lobby.

I run my hands through my hair, then stand up. A few of the people turn to me, but I leave the room. I’ve got a wife to take care of right now.

I stop beside Vi. I pull a small vibrator out of my pocket, no bigger than a fingernail, and I bend down to Vi’s ear, slippingit between her hands. I’ve got a ton of these little things, all recently purchased for her, because apparently I’m a goddamn doormat waiting for my wife to stomp all over me.

“Put this in your underwear, turn it on, then sit back here,” I say. “Keep your legs spread.”

I don’t give her a chance to agree or disagree. I find the bathroom and splash water on my face. This is supposed to be aboutwork.About getting the director alone so we can talk about his company’s bad history, hinting I’ll take his coverup public if he doesn’t pay up. But all I can think about is Vi. I gave her a vibrator, as if that will ease my mind, when I know it’s just a distraction. I don’t care though. This can be my own punishment for her.

I return to the meeting, and a minute after I sit down, Vi goes to her spot. Her cheeks are tinted, but her thighs stay parted. I smirk, knowing she did exactly what I said. The greedy little cunt. She bites her bottom lip, and when her eyes cross mine, I can see it inside of her. She likes this as much as she hates it, and I love knowing she’s getting off on a vibrator, sitting in the lobby of a company building, just because I told her to.

She may not be loyal to me, but she’s still my obedient little fuck toy.

I gently nudge the man sitting next to me, and then apologize in a hushed voice, acting like I didn’t mean to do it. His eyes wander around until he sees Vi. Her fingers flinch in her lap, and her cheeks are getting redder by the second. She sees the man next to me is watching her, and she flushes even harder. My little slut loves being watched, even like this. My dick thickens against my leg.

“What’s wrong with her?” the businessman whispers, genuinely concerned. “Is she having a panic attack?”

“You should go check on her,” I say.

He exits the room and bends down toward her, whispering in her ear, and Vi turns an even brighter shade of red. I read her lips:No. I’m fine. Really.The man shrugs, then returns to the meeting. He angles his body back away to give her some privacy, as if he knows she’s wallowing in her own filthy punishment right now. What a shame. It would’ve been fun to see her squirm under our watchful eyes. Too bad the businessman is a polite bastard.

The meeting is over, and though I spot the director with a small line of people waiting for him, I can’t focus. Vi is my personal curse right now, and I won’t be able to get rid of herunlessshe satiates my needs.

It’s the story I tell myself as I find her in the lobby, blushing as the businessmen pass her. I have to do this. I have to get my mind off of her by fucking her.

But I know the truth: the more I fuck her, the deeper her claws dig into me.

CHAPTER 40

KENZO

I pullVi by the hand and bring her down one of the hallways of Gold Cine HQ. We find an empty office. Books line the side wall, and there’s a filing cabinet with folders stacked on top, but whoever occupies this office isn’t here, so I press her against the wall. She shivers. I leave the door open and cup her pussy in my palm, and the mini vibrator hums between us.

“Are you wet for me, little slut?” I say. She sucks in a subtle gasp, and I love it. I groan in response. “I bet he could smell your cunt.”

She moans. Unable to hold back any longer, I slip my hand into her pants, sliding her panties to the side, making sure to keep the vibrator pressed against her clit.

“You’re a pathetic little slut, getting off on something like that. He thought you were having a panic attack, but as soon as he was next to you, he knew, didn’t he? He knows you’re nothing but a dirty whore who gets off on being watched. A greedy little cunt who wants to get caught. Who goes brainless any time there’s a dick nearby.”

She’s sloppy in my hand, her folds sliding against my skin, and it takes every ounce of strength not to pummel into her rightnow. I want her dying for my cock, and then, I’ll controlher.Just like she controls me.

“What are you doing to me?” she whispers.

“I bet you almost came. Didn’t you, baby? A vibrator in your panties. A strangerthisclose to you. Smelling you.Wanting you.But you’re mine, aren’t you, slut? My eyes are always on you. What a filthy whore.”

I slip a finger inside of her pussy, and she melts into me, her knees shaking. My cock tents my pants, a wet stain forming near the tip, but I don’t touch myself. This isn’t about me; it’s about punishing Vi, even if we both enjoy it. I press my forehead against hers, looking into those deep blue eyes. I stick a second finger inside, curling both of them right toward that tender spot she loves, and then I finger-fuck her hard, her soaking-wet pussy already squishing against my hand. Her soggy depravity fills up the room. My chest fills with power. She’s such a nasty little bitch, and if I wasn’t so pissed at her, I’d lick up every drop.

But I won’t. Not when she’s a goddamn liar.

“Are you going to come for me, little slut?” I ask, taunting her. She trembles against me, and I lick her ear. “You’re going to come, aren’t you? Right here. Right now. In a stranger’s office. Where someone might walk in? God.” I laugh. “You’d probably even let him finger-fuck you too, wouldn’t you? He could use your ass while I rammed my fist into your cunt,” I growl. “We could stretch out your holes. Use them until we can’t feel anything.” I tickle her ass with another finger, and she jumps beside me. “Lucky for you, I don’t like to share.”

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