Leena begins to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She leans forward, her breasts swaying above David's face, her light hair cascading around them like a curtain. "Tell me," she says, her voice low and sultry. "How did it feel to disown your wife in front of her?"
David's expression shifts. His jaw tightens. "I'd rather not talk about that."
Leena stops moving. She squeezes her vaginal walls around his cock, the sudden pressure making David gasp and moan. His hands grip the silk sheets beneath him. Then she goes completely still, his cock still buried deep inside her, throbbing against her inner walls.
"What do you like about me?" Leena asks, her tone casual, as if they're having a conversation over coffee. "Compared to Sarah, I mean."
David swallows hard. His breathing is ragged. "You're... you're confident," he says. "Strong. Experienced. You take charge. You don't feel like a burden or some naive young wife I have to teach everything. You make me feel like more of a man."
Leena smiles, pleased. She begins to move again, just slightly, a slow grind that keeps him on edge. "Do you still have lingering feelings for her?"
David hesitates. The pause is just long enough to be damning.
"She was my childhood sweetheart," he says finally. "My wife for a year. So... yeah. There's a little bit of lingering feelings."
Leena's smile vanishes. She stops moving again, her expression hardening. "A little bit?"
"Leena—"
"In order for you to be my right-hand man," Leena says, her voice cold and sharp, "I need to know you won't get cold feet when it's time to actually move on and be committed to me fully. Can you do that?"
David nods quickly. "Yes. Yes, I can."
"Good," Leena says. She resumes her slow, torturous rhythm, her hips rolling against him. "Because I'm going to need you to run my new real estate company."
David's eyes widen. "New company?"
Leena nods, her expression shifting back to something almost businesslike, even as she continues to ride him. "With the money I got from selling Rider's failing company, I'm starting my own real estate empire. I've already bought a hotel. I plan to buy a few more—places that can be used as local brothels and pubs in different parts of the city. I want to build an empire, David. But I don't know much about business or running one. Since you're more experienced in the business field, I figured I could hand the responsibility over to you. Plus, you'd get all the benefits of being the acting CEO or Director while I rule from the back."
"CEO?" David asks, his voice breathless. "You want me to be CEO?"
Leena smiles. "Why not? You're smart. You're loyal. And you're mine."
David's mind races. He never thought he'd be a boss. He'd gone so far as to beg Rider for that promotion back in the day. And now he was fucking Rider's girl and running a business paid for with Rider's money. The thought makes him smile—a wide, genuine smile. All those times he'd been envious of Rider. For being richer. For having Leena. Now he had both.
"What are you smiling about?" Leena asks, her tone curious.
David leans up and kisses her deeply, his hands moving to her hips.
Leena pulls back immediately. Her hand shoots out and grabs his wrist, yanking it away from her body. "Don't touch me without permission," she says sharply.
David recomposes himself, his expression shifting to something more submissive. "Sorry, mistress."
Leena's expression softens slightly. She releases his wrist. "I'll forgive you if you say you'll do it. Run the company for me."
"Of course I'll do it," David says quickly. "Of course."
Leena's face lights up. She grins, her excitement genuine. "You really are my knight," she says, her voice almost giddy.
She continues to ride him, her movements slow and teasing, keeping him right on the edge. David's breathing grows heavier, his body trembling beneath her. But Leena doesn't let him finish. Not yet. She keeps him there, suspended in that agonizing space between pleasure and release, as she talks about her plans, her empire, her future.
Finally, she climbs off him. David groans in frustration, his cock still hard and throbbing. Leena walks across the room to a large closet filled with BDSM tools—paddles, whips, ropes, gags. She opens it and pulls out a pair of furry cuffs and a black silk blindfold.
"Lie down," she commands.
David obeys immediately, stretching out on the bed. Leena climbs back onto the mattress and cuffs his wrists to the headboard, securing them tightly. Then she ties the blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into darkness.
"Wait here," Leena says.
"Where are you going?" David asks, his voice tinged with confusion.
Leena doesn't answer. She climbs off the bed and walks to the door, opening it quietly and slipping out into the hallway.
The main chamber of the Rose Garden is still alive with activity. Leena walks through the velvet-draped room, her eyes scanning the various scenes playing out around her. She spots a domitrix woman in the corner—tall, blonde, wearing a black leather corset and thigh-high boots. She's in the middle of spanking a male submissive with a paddle, his ass already red and welted.
Leena approaches and taps the woman on the shoulder. "Follow me," she says.
The woman pauses, looking confused. "Where are we going?"
"Just follow me," Leena says, her tone leaving no room for argument.
The woman hesitates, then sets down the paddle and follows Leena back through the chamber and down the hallway.
As they walk, Leena's mind races. She needs to make David feel important. Like he has power here. Like he's special. That's the key to making him completely and utterly loyal to her. Unlike Rider, she would control when David got to sleep with women. Who, where, and when. She would control who he saw, where he went, what he did. She would make him the perfect male—obedient, devoted, hers. Completely and utterly hers.
They reach the secluded room. Leena opens the door and gestures for the woman to enter. The woman steps inside, her eyes landing on David—naked, cuffed to the bed, blindfolded.
She opens her mouth to speak, but Leena raises a finger to her lips, silencing her.
"Where are you?" David calls out, his voice uncertain.
Leena walks over to the bed and leans down, her face hovering just above his. "I'm here," she says softly.
"Why did you leave?" David asks.
Leena doesn't answer. Instead, she gestures silently to the blonde woman, pointing at David's cock. The woman's eyes widen. She shakes her head slightly, clearly reluctant. But Leena's expression hardens, her gaze cold and commanding. The woman hesitates, then slowly climbs onto the bed.
She lowers her head, her blonde hair falling forward. Her hands tremble slightly as she wraps her fingers around the base of David's cock. It's already hard, throbbing with anticipation. She closes her eyes and takes him into her mouth.
The warmth is immediate. David's entire body jerks, his hips lifting off the mattress. "Oh, fuck," he breathes, his voice thick with surprise and pleasure. "My queen must be in a good mood today. You never give me blowjobs."
Leena smiles, watching Jessica's head bob slowly up and down. The woman's movements are mechanical, reluctant. Her jaw is tight, her shoulders tense.
"It's your gift," Leena says, her voice smooth and seductive. "If you continue to be a good boy, there will be more."
Jessica continues to suck, her tongue moving hesitantly along the underside of his shaft. She can taste the salt of his pre-cum, feel the way his cock pulses against her tongue. Her stomach churns with disgust, but she doesn't stop. She can't. Not with Leena watching.
David's breathing grows heavier. His fingers curl into the silk sheets, his wrists straining against the furry cuffs. "God, that feels... that feels amazing," he moans.
Leena watches for another moment, her eyes cold and calculating. Then she reaches down and grabs the back of Jessica's head, her fingers tangling in the blonde hair. Without warning, she shoves Jessica's head down hard.
Jessica gags immediately. David's cock hits the back of her throat, cutting off her air. Her eyes water. She tries to pull back, but Leena's grip is iron. She holds Jessica there, forcing her to take all of him.
David's legs begin to shake. His hips buck upward involuntarily, driving his cock even deeper. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," he gasps, his voice breaking.
Jessica's throat convulses around him. She can't breathe. Can't think. All she can feel is the thick length of him choking her, the pressure of Leena's hand on the back of her head, the tears burning her eyes.
Finally, Leena pulls her head back up. Jessica gasps for air, coughing and sputtering. Saliva drips from her lips, connecting her mouth to David's cock in thick, glistening strands.
"Say thank you," Leena commands David, her voice sharp.
"Thank you, mistress," David says immediately, his voice breathless and desperate.
Leena looks down at Jessica. The woman's face is a mess.
"Do you want to fuck me?" Leena asks, her eyes still on David.
"Yes," David says. "Please. Please, mistress."
Leena gestures to Jessica again, this time pointing at David's cock and then at her own body. Jessica's face pales. She shakes her head, more firmly this time. Her lips form the word "no," but no sound comes out.
Leena's expression doesn't change. She stares at Jessica, her gaze cold and unyielding. The message is clear: Do it, or there will be consequences.
Jessica swallows hard. Her hands are shaking as she climbs on top of David, positioning herself over his cock. She can feel the heat of him, the way his cock throbs against her entrance. She closes her eyes and lowers herself slowly.
The stretch is immediate. David's size is decent, and Jessica isn't wet. She has to force herself down, inch by inch, her body resisting. It hurts. Burns. But she doesn't stop. She can't.
David moans as she sinks down onto him. His cock is enveloped in tight heat. But something feels... off. "You feel... different," he says, his voice confused. "I don't know how to explain it. Hotter, maybe? Or—"
"Just relax and enjoy," Leena says, cutting him off.
Jessica begins to move. She lifts herself up, then sinks back down. Her movements are stiff, reluctant. There's no pleasure in it for her. Just pain and humiliation. She can feel David's cock sliding in and out of her, can feel the way her body is being used.
David's breathing grows ragged. His hips begin to move, thrusting up into her. "God, yes," he moans. "Just like that."
Leena climbs onto the bed, her movements graceful and deliberate. She stands over Jessica, her legs on either side of the woman's head. She grabs Jessica's hair and pulls her face forward, shoving it between her legs.
Jessica's nose presses against Leena's clit. She can smell her—musky, aroused. Leena's pussy is already wet, her juices coating Jessica's lips.
"Lick," Leena commands quietly.
Jessica's tongue darts out. She begins to lick, her movements hesitant at first. She can taste Leena—salty, slightly bitter. Her tongue moves over Leena's clit, circling it slowly.
Leena grinds against her face, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. Her moans grow louder, her breathing heavier. She reaches up and begins to rub her nipples, pinching them between her fingers. The sensation shoots straight to her core, making her pussy clench.
I should have tried women sooner, Leena thinks, her mind hazy with pleasure. Women always know a woman's body better.
Jessica's tongue moves faster now, more desperately. She's still riding David, her body bouncing up and down on his cock. She can feel him deep inside her, can feel the way he's stretching her. It's too much. Too overwhelming. She's caught between them both, used by them both.
David's hands grip the sheets tighter. His cock is throbbing inside Jessica, the pressure building. He can feel her walls clenching around him. "Fuck, you're so hot," he gasps. "So tight."
Leena's legs begin to tremble. Jessica's tongue is relentless now, flicking over her clit in rapid strokes. Leena can feel the orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly. She grinds harder against Jessica's face, smearing her juices across the woman's lips and chin.
Jessica can barely breathe. Her face is buried between Leena's thighs, her nose pressed against Leena's pussy. She can feel David's cock pounding into her from below, can feel Leena's hand gripping her hair, holding her in place. She's nothing but a tool. A toy. Something to be used.
"I'm close," David gasps from below. His voice is strained, desperate. "Can I cum inside you? Please, mistress?"
"Yes," Leena breathes, her own voice thick with pleasure. "Go ahead."
David's body arches off the bed. His cock swells inside Jessica, and then he's cumming. Hard. His orgasm crashes through him in waves, his cum flooding Jessica's pussy. He cries out, his voice breaking, his entire body shaking.
At the same moment, Leena's own climax hits. Her pussy clenches, and she squirts. Her juices spray across Jessica's face, coating her cheeks, her lips, her chin. Leena's legs shake violently, her moans turning into cries of pleasure.
Jessica gasps, still riding David, still licking Leena. She can feel David's cum filling her, hot and thick. She can taste Leena's juices on her tongue, can feel them dripping down her face. She's caught between them both, drowning in their pleasure.
Leena steps back, her legs still trembling. She looks down at Jessica—face covered in her juices, hair a mess, body still impaled on David's cock.
She bends down and unties the blindfold, pulling it off David's face.
David blinks, his eyes adjusting to the light. Then they widen. He stares at the woman on top of him—blonde, unfamiliar, her face wet and glistening with Leena's juices. He looks at Leena, then back at the woman, his expression shifting from confusion to shock.
"Surprised?" Leena asks, a small smile playing at her lips.
"Yes," David says, his voice barely a whisper.
Leena steps off the bed. Jessica slides off David's cock, and Leena watches as his cum drips from her pussy, thick and white. It runs down Jessica's inner thighs in slow, viscous streams. David's cock twitches, hardening again at the sight.
Leena scoffs. "You enjoyed her," she says.
She gestures to the woman. "This is Jessica. She's a domitrix in my club. She used to be one of the prostitutes here. Now she's going to be a realtor for my company."
Jessica finally speaks, her voice shaky. "Can I leave now?"
Leena shakes her head. She walks over to the counter on the far side of the room and opens a small drawer. Inside is a container filled with dozens of heart-shaped red pills. She picks up three of them, holding them in her palm.
"We're just getting started," Leena says, her smile widening.