The leather seat was cool against my thighs as the limo glided through the neon-lit streets. My boss, Mr. Kessler, sat beside me, his expensive cologne thick in the air. “You did great tonight, Ella,” he murmured, fingers trailing over my knee. My breath hitched. “Thank you, sir.” His touch moved higher, slow, deliberate. “But we could go further. Make this trip… memorable.” I shifted away. “That’s not appropriate.”

His gaze darkened. He leaned closer, voice a velvet threat. “Is that how you speak to the man who signs your paychecks?” My pulse spiked. “I—” “Or do I need to reconsider your position?” His hand slid behind my neck, forcing my gaze up. “Be smart, Ella.”

The weight of his words settled deep. A soft whimper escaped as his thumb dragged across my bottom lip. “Good girl.” The zipper of his slacks was loud in the quiet car. The heat between my thighs was shameful—unwanted, but undeniable.

I sank to my knees. His groan when I took him in my mouth was all power, all control. My tongue swirled, my fate sealed with every flick, every breathy command.

By the time the limo stopped, he smoothed my hair back, smiling like he’d won. “See? That wasn’t so bad.” I wiped my lips, trembling. No. But the ride home had just begun.