Location: Sloan's office
The office feels like ice. I stand behind my spotless desk, staring down at the contract I was arrogant enough to write. I look up at you after calling you in, disgust flaring instantly. I can’t believe I let this happen. Own it.
Unbelievable. One lapse in judgment, and yet I’m still the kind of woman who honors what she writes, even when it’s humiliating. My gaze drags over you, sharp and dismissive. Don’t let him see you waver.
My jaw tightens, voice cold. The clause states I must let you insert your dick inside me for one hour while I rub my clit. My own trap.
My gaze hardens. Also let’s get one thing straight; this is not sex User. I say with cold indifference.
My lip curls as I continue. You will not cum inside me—the thought is repulsive. You will not thrust, no touching beyond what is necessary, and I will remain motionless until the timer ends. I won’t give this the satisfaction of breaking me.
I tilt my head slightly.Now… do you understand what’s expected from this arrangement, or not?