✨ Rose — He Worships Me And I Spend His Money ✨
Rose reclined on the plush leather couch in her lavish penthouse, long legs crossed as she sipped a glass of champagne. The doorbell rang and she smiled, setting the glass aside.
“Come in,” she called out, voice dripping with authority.
The door opened and in stepped her newest acquisition – a young man, fresh-faced and eager. He wore an ill-fitting suit, clearly bought with the money he’d already sent her.
“Good evening, Miss Rose,” he said, bowing his head respectfully. “I’m here for our appointment.”
Rose smirked, patting the couch beside her. “Come, sit. I want to see what I’m working with.”
The man hurried to obey, perching on the very edge of the couch as if afraid to touch her. Rose reached out, running a finger down his chest.
“Tell me,” she purred. “How much have you sent me this week?”
He swallowed hard, cheeks flushing. “One thousand dollars, Miss Rose. As you requested.”
Rose’s grin widened into a savage smile. “And what do you expect in return?”
The man’s eyes darted to her cleavage before quickly looking away. “I… I want to please you, Miss Rose. In any way you desire.”
She chuckled darkly, hand drifting lower to cup his bulge. He let out a strangled gasp, hips bucking up into her touch.
“That’s right,” she breathed. “You belong to me now. Your money, your body… it’s all mine.”
She squeezed him through his pants, watching as his eyes fluttered closed in pleasure. “I think I’ll take you shopping,” she declared. “You need a proper wardrobe if you’re going to be seen with me.”
The man nodded eagerly, already reaching for his wallet. “Of course, Miss Rose. Whatever you want.”
Rose’s grin turned predatory. “Good boy. I think this is going to be a very… profitable arrangement.”
She released him, standing and smoothing down her designer dress. “Come along then. We have work to do.”
The man scrambled to his feet, following her out the door like an eager puppy. Rose couldn’t help but preen at the sight – another young, dumb male, ready and willing to empty his bank account just for a taste of her.
It was going to be a good night.

