Chapter4
1440 Words
The Commanded Touch
It was a little past 9 PM when the mansion's heavy silence began to thicken with tension.
Griselda Blanco, ruthless Mafia boss, lay on a dark leather chaise, wrapped in a silk cloth that clung to her form, the curve of her shoulder and collarbone illuminated by the soft amber glow from the chandelier above. Her eyes were half-closed, body relaxed, as the subtle scent of cedarwood cologne filled the air.
Miguel stood beside her, the massage oil ready in his hands, his fingers hovering to touch her. But just as he was about to apply it to her shoulder, she lifted a finger in the air .... A silent command. "Miguel, go get Carlos here" she said, her voice low but commanding.
Miguel froze, blinking. "Now?"
"Did I sound unsure?" Her sharp tone sliced through the air.
Muttering under his breath, Miguel set the bottle down and stepped away. Carlos was in the hallway when Miguel grabbed his arm with a smug smile tugging at his lips.
"She’s calling you" he said with a sly edge in his voice.
Confused, Carlos entered the room and came to a halt.
There she was, Griselda. Lying on the bench,with a silk robe that had slipped slightly, revealing toned shoulders and collarbones. Her posture was effortless, commanding, and intimidating all at once.The sight shocked him. He wasn't prepared to see her like that. His breath caught in his throat.
"I called you for work," she said with a light chuckle, noticing his stunned expression.
"What kind of work?" He asked cautiously.
"My body's aching," she replied with a mocking pout. "Give me a massage.
"What?" His brows drew together. "That's not in my job description."
She raised herself slightly, turning just enough to catch his gaze. Her voice shifted, becoming colder, more dangerous."In the contract you signed, clause six ....it says you'll do all my work. As my personal Assistant, that includes handling all my personal needs. Whether you like it or not."
His eyes widened. "You can't be serious."
"Oh, I am." Her eyes gleamed with threat."And if you don't, I'll invoke the punishment clause. You'll spend three days in the basement, tied up. No food. No water."
Carlos lips parted in disbelief. He clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "Fine, I'll do it."
She smirked. "That's a good boy, come here."
He stepped forward hesitantly.
"Remove your jacket," she ordered.
"What?" He snapped.
"Take it off," she said louder, the sharpness of her voice slicing through his hesitation.
Angry and helpless, he removed his jacket and folded it over the table. Miguel , standing off to the side, watched with a smug smile. He was relishing Carlos's humiliation.
Griselda reclined on the chaise, her arms folded under her head, her voice calm but commanding. "Start."
Carlos heart was hammering inside his chest. His palms felt clammy. This was the first time he’d ever touched a woman like this.
Not even his girlfriend had experienced his touch in such a private way. This was all new, raw, embarrassing and terrifying.
"Ma’am can I do this alone?" He asked, voice low, cautious.
"Everyone out," Griselda ordered. The guards left the room immediately.
Miguel stayed, but only for a moment.
Miguel," she said sharply lifting her head,eyes burning with impatience. "I said out."
Startled by the fire in her voice, Miguel backed away and left quickly. Though a part of him felt a cruel satisfaction that Carlos had to endure this... whatever it was.
Now it was just the two of them.
"Start now," she said again. "Or I will."
He looked at her, confused. "What do you mean you will start?"
She sat up suddenly, grabbed a knife off the side table, and with one swift motion, sliced the hem of his jeans, tearing them just above the knees. In a blink, his full-length jeans were cut into rough shorts.
"If you question me one more time, I'll tear everything off you," she warned, her tone laced with threat.
Carlos swallowed hard, nodding. His hands trembled; from fear, from confusion, from the weight of what was happening.
Griselda lay back down on her stomach. He picked up the massage oil, his hands still shaky, and poured some into his palms. He hesitated, but then gently placed them on her warm back.
The sensation shocked him. Her skin was hot, her muscles firmed under his fingers like tightly wound steel. He began rubbing slowly, trying to mimic what he’d seen others do.
She exhaled deeply. His touch was soft, inexperienced, careful, unsure....but to Griselda, it was intoxicating. She’d had many people touch her before, but none like this. None had hands like his, hesitant, yet deeply affecting.
"Your hands..." she murmured, "so soft... like silk petals. I could get addicted."
He didn't respond, just continued rubbing oil across her shoulders, applying slight pressure, hoping to get through the task quickly.
She shifted slightly. "More pressure. "I told you, l've never done this before!" He snapped. "I'm not a professional!"
She rolled over slowly, her eyes pinning him down. He thought she was about to yell again.
But instead, she sat up and gently pulled him by the waist, lifting him onto the bench beside her.
"'ll show you," she whispered. "You'll experience it, then you'll understand."
"No, please," he whispered, fear tightening in his chest.
She cupped his cheek, her touch surprisingly soft. "If you cooperate, I won't push. But if you resist... I will tie you up, Carlos. And I'll still do what I want."
His eyes burned, his jaw tight. "Please... don't touch me like that. I'll learn. I swear. Just don't....."
"You have one minute," she interrupted.
"Decide."
He nodded quietly.
"Good boy," she murmured.
She took his right foot into her hands and began massaging it, gently working her fingers along his arch, then up his ankle.
He gasped at the sensation; not from pain, but the overwhelming sensitivity. It was... intimate. Too intimate.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she whispered, glancing up. "Loosen up."
"I don't want to enjoy this," he said sharply.
She chuckled darkly. "Then don't. But I will."
“You’re the most shameless woman I’ve ever met.”
She moved to his left leg, brushing her fingers upward, slipping along his smooth skin with oil-slicked hands.
"Griselda, what are you doing?" He barked, pulling his leg back slightly.
"Warming up,"she smirked. "You forgot to address me as 'ma’am.'
He clenched his jaw, furious. "I'm sorry... ma’am," He spat.
She didn't seem offended; if anything, she was enjoying it.
"Has your girlfriend ever touched you like this?" She asked, her fingers testing his reactions.
"Never made me feel this uncomfortable," he replied bitterly.
"Hmm. Then it's my pleasure," she whispered.
"You're the most shameless woman l've ever met."She laughed, a low amused sound. "I've had massages from many men. But this... this is the first time l'm doing it for someone. You should be honored."
"Boss, my foot," he muttered under his breath.
Ignoring him, she poured more oil, this time letting it slide down his thighs and the edge of his shorts.
"What the hell are you doing?” He barked, shifting slightly. But she guided him back gently onto the bench with a firm hand."Shut up," she growled. "Don't get up until I say so, or the consequences will be harsher."
He froze, lying back, muscles tensing under her hands.
She started rubbing oil again, slower this time, letting it trickle along the sides of his legs, pressing deeper into his calves, thighs, and the edges of her hips. "You're tense," she murmured. "I like it."
He didn't respond.
She applied firmer pressure, and despite his stiff posture , a low grunt escaped him ... a mixture of tension and something else.
"I think you like it," she whispered against his skin.
"I... I don't," he admitted, his voice tight.
She grinned. "Good, I love it" she chuckled while her hand began to trail higher, approaching the sensitive area of his inner thigh.
"No...stop," he snapped, suddenly clamping his legs together, fist tightening.
"Why should I stop?" She asked, darkly amused, trailing her fingers up the side of his waist. She lifted the edge of his vest slightly.
"Please... I'll do anything else you want. Just don't... touch me there," he whispered, muscles coiled, trying to hold his ground.
She paused. "Anything?" She asked with an evil grin.
His body tensed, this time not from fear....but uncertainty, confusion, and the pressure of being at her mercy.
"'ll do what you ask," he said again, "just... don't force me, please.”
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