Into your senses.
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She was curled up in the living room, catching up on her favorite show. It’d been a rough week.
A sharp knock cut through the silence.
Before she could move, her father was already at the door.
He was home? She hadn’t even heard him.
She started to sit again—but then came the sound of a struggle.
She ran.
Two men stood outside. One had her father’s wrist in a firm grip.
“Dad?” she breathed.
The second man blocked her path.
“What’s going on?”
“FBI,” he said. “Your father’s coming with us. For questioning.”
FBI?
She fumbled for her phone.
Had he gone back on the deal?
She tried to call—but no signal. No answer.
Neighbors had started to stare as the agents led her father away.
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She hit the gates, fists shaking. "You perverted bastard!" she screamed.
The security had denied her entry into the estate saying he wasn't ordered to let anyone in.
She hit the gates fiercely. The anger in her could tear Adrian apart right now if she saw him.
After all that humiliation?
"Isn't it too early for all that noise" she heard Adrian's voice as he approached.
"You bastard" she raised her voice at him.
He looked at her surprised, Bastard?
“What the hell is this, Isabelle?” he asked, brows narrowing.
"After all that humiliation you still went ahead to report him to the FBI?" She asked, sobbing.
"The FBI?" He asked confused
"Don't act like you're not aware"
"They came in this morning to bring him in for questioning"
"after everything I let you do to me"
Her knees buckled, hitting the iron gate as she slid down.
Adrian stepped out, brows raised.
“Let her in,” he said finally, his voice as calm as ice.
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His maid brought her to the living room, supporting her as she moved.
He turned the TV volume up.
"You can go now, Rita" he commanded.
"Yes, Mr. Adrian" she answered as she left.
"Now, what's this talk about the FBI?" He asked.
She walked up to him, grabbing him by his shirt.
"After all that— Letting you have your way with me and signing those ridiculous terms"
He looked at her, took his phone and dialed a number.
"Lieutenant Darnell, This is Adrian DeLuca" he spoke calmly.
She looked up, surprised, loosening her grip on his shirt.
"I think your Men brought in some of my employees for questioning"
"Charles Harts. Yes. The head of Finance"
She stared at him, her pulse quickening. He looked down at her.
"You know what? Nevermind. Carry on with your investigation" he concluded, cutting the call.
Her heart dropped. It felt like the air in the room became thicker, suffocating her.
Why? Just why is he doing this? Her gripped tightened in his shirt
He pulled her hand from his shirt. She looked at him, angry.
"So, who were you calling a perverted bastard?"
"It seems you want your Father to rot in jail"
He said, closing the distance between them. She staggered backwards, moving away until she hit the wall.
Why is my heart beating like this?
The heat of him filled the room like smoke—quiet, thick, and choking.
Why is this happening to her? How could he be so cruel? Tears ran down her cheeks.
She couldn’t put her anger together to say a word. She felt helpless.
"Just when I think you're starting to learn"
"I dislike stubborn girls" he said, raising her face to look at him with a hand.
"I agreed to take care of it, and you pull this because of a misunderstanding"
He tightened his grip on her face.
"You'd better act as the good girl you are if you don't want your Father to end up in jail"
"You will not do what you just pulled again in your life. Understood?"
He stamped the other hand on the wall.
She nodded, her stomach twisting.
"You seem to forget your lessons"
She twitched and in a low whisper, "Yes.. Master" sniffing.
"Yes. That's what I am, Your Master" he said as he brought his face closer.
"And you should act like the good girl you are if you don't want to be thrown away" he whispered in her ear.
She flinched. What was this situation?
No. I don't want to end up in jail...
But this situation was strange. She hated him right now. She should.
Instead, heat bloomed low in her belly like fire licking through her veins. Her thighs pressed together.
What was wrong with her?
She was pinned to the wall, all helpless but weirdly she felt excited.
"I'm sorry, Master" she pleaded softly
"I'll be a good girl"
She felt him twitch at the words. His breath shaking as it grazed her neck.
He pressed his body into hers. Like he was desperate for it.
Was he excited?
She wanted to check. The heat had gathered between her legs. f**k.
She hesitated. Her fingers trembled as they hovered near his belt.
I should stop. This is a mistake...
But her hand moved on its own, brushing over the hard bulge. The ache between her legs pulsed harder, screaming for attention.
"I promise to be a good girl, Master" she said softly into his ears.
He groaned softly. She felt his d**k bulge harder against his trouser.
She rubbed it, slowly and shifted him backwards with one hand.
She got on her knees, pulling his trouser and short down.
His d**k hovered over her, thick and twitching with need.
She glanced at his face. He maintained his cold look, staring down at her.
But his d**k's twitching betrayed that calmness he was bearing. She giggled softly.
She wrapped her hand around his d**k, feeling it's warmth and pulse as she stroked it.
He moaned softly as she did.
She stroked harder. f**k, she wished this was inside her right now ramming into her p***y like this.
It was already a pool down there.
Her rhythm quickened. Each moan from him fed the ache between her thighs. She felt his d**k pulse harder but continued.
He grabbed her head immediately and broke his d**k free from her grasp, bringing it to her mouth.
She took his d**k into her mouth and continued faster. As fast as she could.
He groaned louder, pushing his length into her mouth completely as he released his c*m, holding her head with his hand.
She choked as he came in her mouth. The warm c*m blocked her throat forcing her to break free from his grip, coughing as she fell to the ground.
"How was I, master?"
"Was I a good girl?" She asked, looking up to his face.
He'd just came but his d**k was still hard, with excitement.
"You still need to be punished" he said, pulling her up.
Her breath hitched. Her body betrayed her again—shivering at the sound of his voice.
I deserve it, don’t I? For yelling at him like that...
She nodded slowly.
God, what’s wrong with me?
“I’m very sorry, Master,” she whispered. “I’ll be a good girl.”
He pulled her up,. throwing her into his shoulders.
"This Master is going to f**k it into your senses"
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