Control me.

Chapter 17 - Nick.

The opening night had stretched into the early hours of the morning, and the club was slowly beginning to empty. The photographers and journalists had already left, the lights had dimmed, and the intensity of Los Angeles' elite had faded away, leaving behind only the faint noise of the remaining guests and the slow pulse of the music dying in the background.

I sat on the couch, my glass nearly empty in my hand, watching the room with the confidence of a man who knew the world around him obeyed an invisible law.

My law.

Alan sat beside me, calm as always. My right hand. My best friend. The only man I trusted completely.

As we stood up to leave, he glanced at me.

"How did you like the night?"

His tone was casual, but I knew curiosity hid behind the question. Especially about how I handled things once Paul and his fiancée appeared.

My gaze drifted toward the now-empty dance floor. I gave a slow nod, keeping my answer brief.

"It was interesting," I said with my usual directness. "The people, the women, the businessmen... everyone trying to prove who they are."

I paused.

"But nothing really caught my attention."

Alan smiled slightly. He knew that wasn't entirely true.

"I did notice how you cut Paul off," he said. "And the way you were looking at his fiancée. What's going on there?"

I made a small sound with my mouth, as if debating whether the question deserved an answer.

"Nothing is going on," I replied calmly, though there was tension beneath my voice. "I simply observe what's in front of me. Her body is... noticeable. But it's nothing on my mind. I'm just observing."

Alan chuckled quietly.

"So... just eye candy?" he asked with a knowing smile.

"Exactly," I said, nodding once.

The night had left me with a sense of satisfaction, but the real challenge was somewhere else.

Irina Campbell.

Paul's arrogant, snobbish fiancée.

She had left her mark on me, even if I hadn't fully allowed myself to admit it yet.

As Alan started the SUV, I leaned back in my seat, knowing the drive home would give me time to clear my mind and think about the night.

My eyes scanned the road ahead.

But my thoughts drifted back to Irina.

Her posture.

Her attitude.

The cold confidence in the way she carried herself.

All of it remained etched in my mind like a challenge I hadn't yet decided whether to accept.

The drive passed quietly, soft music playing while the city lights moved past us like blurred shadows.

Alan, always observant, knew when to speak and when silence was more useful.

By the time we reached my villa in Bel Air, the night had almost disappeared, leaving behind only the cool air of early morning and the feeling that something had just begun.

Alan stopped the car and I stepped out first, my eyes instinctively scanning the entrance of the villa.

The night was over.

But the feeling of control, power, and challenge remained.

And it would continue tomorrow.

The night might have ended, but my adrenaline hadn't faded at all.

As I walked into the villa, the guards greeted me with perfect discipline. I returned a brief nod without speaking.

Power lived in every corner of this place.

In the doors that opened before I reached them.

In the people who obeyed a single look.

In the air that smelled of expensive furniture and polished floors.

I shrugged off my jacket and let it fall to the floor.

The sound echoed slightly in the enormous space.

A reminder of how large and empty the place really was.

I walked into the living room, my eyes scanning every corner.

The couches were massive, the armchairs polished, the décor dark and elegant exactly the way I liked it.

And in the center of the room stood the young woman who cleaned the house.

She was already there.

When she saw me, she smiled.

She wasn't remarkable in the traditional sense of beauty. Not the kind of woman people would turn their heads for.

But her body radiated femininity.

Strong curves.

Natural movement.

A Brazilian stubbornness in the way her hips carried themselves.

And I knew she understood exactly where her limits were.

She knew her place in the silent game we had been playing for months.

I gave her a small nod.

Words weren't necessary.

She slowly descended the stairs and walked toward me.

I knew how she would react. I knew her obedience. The way my presence alone was enough to make her respond without hesitation.

I sat down on the couch and loosened my tie, opening the top buttons of my shirt slightly.

Not to impress.

Simply to let the room remember who was in control.

My eyes locked onto her.

Her body was there in front of me, but my mind remained sharp.

Power.

Dominance.

Control.

That was what made a faint smile appear on my lips.

"Go on," I said quietly.

She knew exactly what I meant.

Her steps were slow, almost ritualistic.

Each movement confirmed that she understood her place. That she knew who gave the orders and who decided every movement in this house.

When she reached me, she stopped directly in front of me. Her breathing had become slightly faster from the tension in the air.

I didn't need to speak again.

My gaze was enough.

I made a small gesture with my hand and she immediately understood.

She slowly knelt in front of me.

The atmosphere was electric.

Heavy with tension.

It was a silent game of power we had been playing for months.

There were invisible rules.

And her obedience was only one layer of the control I held.

I motioned for her to move closer.

She obeyed instantly.

My presence alone was command enough.

As she stood there before me, my mind drifted for a brief moment.

Back to the club.

Back to Irina.

Paul's fiancée.

Her cold composure. The way nothing in that room seemed capable of impressing her.

It stirred something inside me.

A new challenge.

Meanwhile the girl sank down and took me into her mouth eagerly, while I guided the rhythm with my hand on her head.

Rough. Fast. Abrupt.

Tonight I didn't want s*x.

I only wanted release without lifting a finger.

She looked up at me as tears slowly formed in her eyes from the force of my movements.

Just before I reached the edge, I pulled out suddenly.

My breathing was fast as I forced the climax back.

It was something I often did.

Delaying it made it stronger.

She watched me while touching herself provocatively, silently asking for more.

I ignored her completely.

My pleasure was the only thing that mattered.

She whimpered softly, begging me to enter her.

But tonight her mouth was more than enough.

I pushed back into her mouth again, thrusting faster, stealing her breath.

"I want you to swallow," I said firmly. "All of it."

She nodded immediately.

When the climax finally came, it was intense.

And with me still inside her mouth, she did exactly as I ordered.

She smiled mischievously afterward, licking her fingers slowly while still kneeling.

I buttoned my pants.

Without another word, I walked upstairs to my bedroom.

I took a quick shower and lay down in bed, completely satisfied with the opening night and the way the evening had unfolded.

The world was mine.

I knew it.

I was the center of this world.

The invisible rule everyone else followed.