“I… I’m so sorry,” she announces, her head held high, and for a second, I let her scent and beauty distract me. Then I snap my belt, causing her to scream. Turning, I lock the door.

“Lie on the bed, dress up,” I hiss as I march toward her. She holds her hands up, as if that could stop me, but whatever she thinks I’m gonna do, I’m not.

“Wait. I… how do you even know.” Her chest rises and falls. She looks terrified, and I smile.

“Raven, would you like it if I went through your personal stuff?” My voice holds judgment, but there’s that irony: I’ve done way worse; I literally know how many yeast infections she’s had.

“No. I…” She takes a breath. “This is not me.” Her eyes dart to mine, then the belt, then back to me. “I pride myself on… Oh my God.” Her eyes widen as I toss my belt on the bed. It looks like a black snake against the starched white comforter cover.

“I’m not sure what you think you saw or heard—”

“Bed. Panties off, dress up, relax and breathe.” Turning, I remove my suit jacket.

“Now, Raven,” I say. She nods and shimmies out of her panties.

“Do you want my sandals on or off, Mr. Powers?”

I turn, removing my tie. “On.”

She nods.

“Lift your dress.” She slowly does, and her long legs tease me. Christ, she’s like candy. No matter how much I eat her, I want more.

“Show me.” I pull my shirt off, my eyes dipping to her pussy. She’s waxed, but unlike a lot of women who have all the hair removed, Raven has chosen to keep at least a landing strip.

The room crackles with our energy. It’s almost violent. She tries to breathe through her fear. I have to go slow so as not to hurt her because, for some reason, Raven makes me want to care for her, spoil her, control her…

“Fuck. You’re ready.” Unzipping my slacks, I watch her eyes widen. A small gasp escapes her when my cock springs free, extending up past my belly button.

“I…” She licks her lips again as if she doesn’t know what to say.

“Get on the bed on all fours.” She hesitates as I kick off my slacks and tower over her.

“I don’t like to wait.” My tone is soft. I stroke my cock. Jesus Christ, have I ever been so turned on? She obeys, and my eyes feast on the clear plug sitting in the spot where my cock will be very soon.

“Jett?” She freezes, realizing her mistake, and I almost take pity on her. Her eyes fill with tears.

“I mean, Mr. Powers.”

“Shhh.” I reach for my belt. Her nails dig into the comforter. Grinning, I toss it to the floor and she sighs.