Under His Control
917 Words
Sarah ran in fear. Near the exit, Ziya stopped her and asked if she was alright. Sarah nodded and said yes, but her voice trembled.
Ziya immediately sensed something was wrong. She offered to drop Sarah home, but Sarah refused, insisting she would take a cab.
She did.
What Sarah didn’t know was that her movements were never unmonitored—someone always knew where she was.
She was never alone.
When Sarah reached home, her parents were in the living room, voices low.
“Mark has been put on PIP,” her mother said. “His mother called. They don’t know why.”
Sarah’s breath caught.
Her parents noticed her pale face.
“I need to freshen up,” she muttered and fled to her room.
Standing in front of the mirror, she barely recognized the woman staring back at her.
She looked powerless.
Her eyes fell to her neck.
The mark.
Panic surged. She rubbed at it desperately, trying to erase it—but the harder she rubbed, the darker it became.
She didn’t want anyone’s life ruined because of her.
Tears slid down her cheeks as the same question echoed again and again.
What did I do wrong?
Why is this happening to me?
She curled into herself on the bed, but sleep never truly came. His presence haunted her thoughts the entire night.
By morning, she had made a decision.
She would confront Rafael—face to face.
It was the only way left to save someone’s career… maybe even their life.
At the office, the truth hit her harder.
Kris had been fired. No explanation. No warning.
Guilt crushed her chest.
How could careers be destroyed so easily—because of her?
She went straight to Rafael.
The secretary nodded. “You may go in. He’s expecting you.”
Every step into his office felt heavy.
Rafael was finishing paperwork. He signed the document, closed the file, and placed it aside with deliberate calm before finally looking at her.
“So,” he said evenly, eyes sharp.
“You finally came. Tell me.”
“Mark,” she asked, voice tight. “The PIP—was that because of you?”
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
“What can I say?” he replied. “You figured it out.”
“Why?” she demanded.
“You already know,” he said, his gaze darkening.
“I don’t share what belongs to me.”
His tone lowered. Dangerous.
“And you belong to me. No one even gets to think about you. I tear apart who touches what’s mine.”
“I’m human,” she said, forcing courage. “No one owns me.”
Rafael’s expression hardened.
“I don’t want to go there,” he replied coldly.
“But if you insist, try me. See what happens.”
He lean back.
“Until now, I’ve done the bare minimum. When I decide to destroy something—I return it five times worse.”
“Please,” her voice broke. She knew exactly who she was begging.
“Don’t involve Mark or Kris. I’ll do whatever you ask.”
He chuckled—soft, unsettling.
“I don’t want anything from you,” he said.
“You’re already mine.”
He leaned in slightly.
“The only thing you need to do is erase the thought that anyone else ever can think about you.”
“I’m not your property,” she whispered.
Something snapped.
Rafael stood in one fluid motion and closed the distance, caging her between himself and the side table.
Sarah was trapped.
He leaned to her left ear, his voice low and lethal.
“How long will you keep lying to yourself?”
Then he slipped his hand inside her trouser.
Sarah gasped and tried to pull away, but he didn’t allow it. Instead, he put aside panty and rubbing her c******s, holding her firmly as she moans uncontrollably, struggling to stay silent.
“When I insert inside this.” - he whispered, dark and possessive,
“you won’t be able to say that again.”
His voice dropped further.
“You’ll only scream my name in pleasure which only I can give you.”
Her legs weakened, betraying her completely.
“How wet you are for me,” he murmured.
“Ready to get f****d. And I haven’t even completely touched you yet.”
He pulled back slowly, lifted his hand, and lick his fingers clean —never once breaking eye contact.
Sarah swallowed hard the he kissed her —deep, consuming, almost like devouring her.
A knock interrupted them.
“Rafael, this file—” John stepped inside.
Rafael immediately shielded Sarah with his body, his back to John.
“Later,” he said calmly. “We’ll discuss this later.”
“Sure,” John replied, leaving.
Sarah trembled, trying to break free.
Rafael caught her mouth once more—brief, claiming—then he stepped back.
She fled to the washroom, her clothes disheveled. When she looked at her reflection, she barely recognized herself.
It felt like he had marked her.
Inside and out.
Her eyes fell to her neck again. She spent nearly an hour trying to hide the mark, but it was obvious—he had intentionally ruined the makeup earlier.
She had nothing except lip gloss and a compact.
Asking Ziya was impossible.
In the end, she reapplied the compact again and again.
The mark still showed.
And the entire office noticed.
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD