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She took James's hand, guiding his trembling finger directly to the middle of her cleavage before slowly closing her eyes.

An involuntary shiver rippled through James's entire body. He tried to pull back, but Samantha's grip was unyielding. When she opened her eyes, they were heavy with unmistakable lust.

Slowly, deliberately, she brought his finger up to her lips and kissed it with intense passion.

She parted her lips, taking his finger into her mouth and sucking on it like a lollipop, her gaze locked firmly onto his.

Sensing that James was starting to lose himself in the sensation, her actions grew more suggestive, mimicking a deeper intimacy.

James was utterly overwhelmed by the pleasure, unable to find the words to express the intense rush of heat flooding his senses. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the feeling.

When she finally slid his finger out, it was wet with her saliva, and she began to lick it as if savoring a piece of chocolate.

James let out a low moan, softly begging her to stop teasing him as he felt his arousal building rapidly.

In response, Samantha guided his hand down, placing his fingers firmly against her thighs. She urged him to press down hard, craving the rough, demanding touch of his hands.

His hand resting so close to her inner thighs made James tremble with a mix of fear and desire. Every instinct urged him to slide his hand higher. Desperation warred with hesitation, but his fingers began a slow, involuntary ascent. Samantha shivered, caught between sweet pain and intense anticipation. To stifle a rising moan, she bit down on her own hand.

James's hand moved further up her inner thighs, drawing closer to the warmth between her legs. Samantha whispered hoarsely, "Yes. Go and touch it. Play with it once. It has been waiting for you for so long."

Just as his fingers made contact, the sudden, crackling sound of the flight announcement broke the silence, informing passengers they were about to reach their destination.

The abrupt interruption forced them to instantly pull apart and adjust their clothes.

James looked down, waiting for his arousal to subside, deeply frustrated that the opportunity was lost.

Samantha sat beside him, radiating pure irritation. It felt as though every time they managed to get close, something inevitably ruined the moment. A heavy wave of anger and disappointment washed over her, and she closed her eyes tightly to mask her frustration.

She was brought back to reality when her husband, Wilson, approached her seat to announce they had landed.

Irritated, Samantha stood up and glanced at James, who looked visibly guilty. She took James by the hand, insisting he come with them, but James held back, feeling deeply uncomfortable about staying at his son-in-law's house.

Wilson let out a mocking laugh, remarking that James looked like he wanted to turn right back around. He jokingly suggested Samantha buy her father a return ticket so he could enjoy another flight journey-something he had never experienced before.

Taking his condescending tone entirely seriously, Samantha snapped back, stating she would take full responsibility for her father and would send him back using her own hard-earned money whenever she pleased.

The sharp retort visibly stung Wilson's ego. Without a word, he turned and walked off the plane.

Samantha turned back to her father, stepping close enough to see the unshed tears in his eyes. She told him gently but firmly that he needed to be there for her, to fulfill her deep desire for a quiet, lonely moment together. Unable to find an answer, James simply followed her outside.

As they traveled to the estate, James's mind raced with uncomfortable, unresolved thoughts. When they arrived, he was stunned by the sheer scale of the property; the bungalow looked like a literal palace, far grander than anything he had ever seen.

He knew Samantha had married into wealth, but he had never been invited before, well aware that Wilson despised him.

The moment they stepped inside, Samantha's phone rang with an urgent business call requiring her immediate return to the office. She quickly asked Wilson to show James to a room before hurrying out the door.

Once she was gone, Wilson turned to James with cold indifference. He called for the cook, instructing them to clean out the servant's quarters and place James there.

James wasn't surprised; he knew exactly how little value he held in Wilson's eyes, so he quietly gathered his things and moved into the small room.

Later that night, James stood in the garden, staring up at the moon, when he heard a vehicle pull up.

Samantha stepped out, looking exhausted from the long day. Seeing him, she walked over and asked if he had eaten. He lied and said yes, but his tense posture and downcast eyes betrayed the truth.

Samantha asked him to come inside and keep her company while she ate, explaining how tired she was.

She sat down at the large dining table, but James remained standing.

Earlier that afternoon, Wilson had explicitly insulted him, stating that his meals would be sent directly to the servant's quarters.

Wilson had ordered him to stay away from the dining area because wealthy guests were expected, and he didn't want James visible.

To make matters worse, Wilson had never actually sent any food, leaving James starving all day.

Samantha immediately saw through his lie, knowing he rarely ate until she did.

She urged him to take a seat, but James hesitated, fearfully looking around for Wilson.

Misunderstanding his hesitation, Samantha lightly teased him, asking if he was hiding a secret girlfriend somewhere, and asked to show his room to get once.

James knew that if she saw the servant's quarters, it would trigger a massive fight between her and Wilson. He quickly denied having any secrets and refused to show her.

Insisting he join her, Samantha began plating the food.

James finally sat down, his hands visibly shaking as he reached for the food. Noticing his trembling, Samantha softly told him she would feed him instead.

James complied uncomfortably, his eyes meeting hers in a brief, emotionally charged silence.

Feeling the weight of the moment, James turned his head away and tried to get up, suggesting he take his food back to his room.

Samantha caught his hand, forcing him back into the chair. "Eat before me," she insisted, lifting a forkful of food to his mouth.

The moment her fingers brushed against his lips, a jolt of pure tension flared between them, making them completely forget where they were.

Suddenly, the heavy footsteps of her husband shattered the mood. Wilson walked out of his room, talking loudly on a phone call. Seeing James sitting at the main dining table, Wilson's face twisted with irritation, but he chose not to create a scene, knowing how Samantha would react.

He turned to Samantha, mentioning he had left expensive designer clothes in her room for an upcoming event, telling her to pick the best one to match their social status. He added that he wouldn't be home tonight, as he was attending a late-night party with friends and would be staying over.

As soon as Wilson left the house, the heavy silence returned. James sat stiffly, completely ill at ease.

Breaking the distance, Samantha reached out, took James's finger, and pulled it back into her mouth.

A violent shiver ran through him. He tried to pull his hand away, but her grip was ironclad as she licked his finger with deliberate, intense passion.

James sat frozen, acutely aware of his growing arousal and the sheer danger of the situation. Samantha slowly withdrew his finger, tracing it gently across her lips. She was entirely prepared to take the initiative, wanting him to give in completely, but James remained paralyzed by fear.

Taking his hand again, she pressed his fingers deep into her cleavage, moving them against her skin while letting out low, deliberate moans to break his resolve.

Right then, the house plunged into pitch blackness as the power suddenly cut out.

Seizing the darkness as an opportunity, Samantha moved directly against him. Her hand slid down, finding his arousal through his trousers and gripping him tightly. The sudden, intense contact made him completely rigid. Before he could process it, she pulled his face down, burying her lips in his in a fierce, wild kiss, biting down hard as her hand worked against him.

The last of James's restraint crumbled. Overcome by a rush of fear and intense desire, his hands clamped down hard on her hips, pulling her flush against him.

Samantha let out a sharp, breathless moan in the dark, her voice dripping with urgency: "Yes... treat me like your b***h. f**k me roughly. I need you right now."