🔥 Sasha — Midnight Queen 🔥
Title: “Crimson Command” Sasha prowled into the penthouse, her red hair cascading over a scarlet silk chemise that hugged her curves like a second skin. At 25, she was a vision—legs miles long, lips plump and taunting, eyes smoldering with mischief. Her husband, Daniel, awaited her in their marble-floored living room, hands tied to the sleek chrome of their modern coffee table, a submissive smile playing on his lips. She adored his wealth, his tailored suits, the way he let her take the reins—both in bed and in life. “Behave, darling,” she purred, running a fingernail down his chest. He nods, breath hitching as she sauntered to the intercom. “Paul will be here shortly. Remember our deal?” Daniel’s chuckle was low, indulgent. He loved this game. The elevator dinged. Sasha’s grin widened as Paul, a charming financier from Daniel’s firm, entered, suave and unsuspecting. “Evening, Sasha,” he drawled, but his confidence faltered at the sight of Daniel, bound and begging. She led him to the bar, pouring two glasses of vintage champagne—another of Daniel’s indulgences. “Sit,” she ordered Paul, her voice a velvet whip. Obedient, he complied. She straddled him, her chemise clinging to her thighs as she leaned close. “Play along, and this might be… enjoyable for you too.” Paul’s pupils dilated; he knew the stakes. Daniel’s coins, his stocks, his future—all were Sasha’s to wager. She turned, offering her lips to Paul’s glass. He drank, his hand trembling as it brushed her hip. Daniel’s moan echoed in the room, a sound of possession and surrender. Sasha trailed kisses along Paul’s jaw, then bit his ear—hard. “You’re mine,” she whispered. “He lets me have you. Isn’t that right,宝贝?” Daniel’s whispered “Yes, anything for you” sent a shiver through her. She loved his devotion, the way his wealth fueled her fantasies. Paul’s fingers curled into the marble as she ground against him, teasing, toying—then stood, turning to her husband. “Your turn to be a good boy,” she said, her smirk lethal. Later, as Paul departed and Daniel untied himself, she slipped into his arms, trailing blood-red nails down his spine. “You know you love it when I play, mon chéri,” she murmured. He kissed her, the taste of champagne and power lingering. Sasha smiled. The game was hers—and she’d never play fair. Word count: 350