Zara’s POV
The command dropped between us like a stone in still water. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t think. My knees hit the cool tile floor and I looked up at him from below, chest rising and falling fast. The position felt… right. Deeply, shamefully right.
Dom’s expression shifted. The professional mask stayed, but something darker and hotter rose beneath it. His eyes raked over me—lingering on my full breasts straining against the open collar of my shirt, on the way my skirt had ridden up my soft, plush thighs.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice velvet-rough. His fingers brushed my jaw, tilting my face higher. Just two fingers, warm and sure. The touch sent electricity racing down my spine and straight to my c**t.
“Look at you. On your knees for me without a single protest. You’ve been
