Ryan sat nervously on the edge of the sofa, his body tense like a coiled spring ready to snap. His fingers drummed an erratic rhythm against his knees, the sound amplified in the otherwise silent room. He could feel the sweat pooling under his arms, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might burst through his chest. His phone buzzed insistently in his pocket, each vibration sending a jolt through his body like a defibrillator. He knew what the notification was—a reminder of the payments he’d made that morning, money he had scraped together from places he shouldn’t have, money he could barely afford. But he didn’t care. Not about the money, at least. Not when it came to her.
Across the room, Alexis reclined in her high-backed chair, her lithe body draped in a silk robe that clung to her curves. She was the epitome of control, from the slow, deliberate way she crossed and uncrossed her legs to the relaxed posture that spoke of complete confidence. She held a glass of rich, velvety red wine, swirling it slowly as she studied him like a predator eyeing its prey. Her gaze never left him, dark eyes scanning him with an intensity that made his breath hitch.
“You’ve been obedient today,” she purred, her voice low and smooth like melted chocolate. “But obedience is just the start. You’ll learn, Ryan, that we expect more. Always more.”
Ryan swallowed hard, his mouth dry. He shifted in his seat, his already tight pants straining against his growing erection. He could feel himself hardening, a visible tent forming in his lap.