Morgan sat at the long, polished mahogany table in the conference room, her fingers drumming impatiently against the smooth surface. Across from her, the defense attorney droned on about some technicality that she had already anticipated and countered in her briefs. She could win this case with her eyes closed.
Her phone vibrated subtly in her lap, and she glanced down to see Claire's last message.
"Please, Mistress…"
Morgan's lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, sweetheart, you're not getting off that easy."
With a quick swipe, she opened the app synced to Claire's vibrating panties. Her finger hovered over the settings, and she adjusted the speed—just a quick, sharp pulse.
Bzzt.
She imagined Claire gasping in the middle of the boutique, trying desperately to maintain her composure.
Bzzt.
A slow, torturous hum. Morgan tapped her nail against the phone, picturing Claire's legs pressing together as the pleasure built.
"…Ms. Pierce, do you have any comments on our proposed settlement?"
Morgan's gaze flicked up. The lawyer across from her was watching her expectantly.
With an easy, unreadable smile, she locked her phone and leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand.
"I do," she said smoothly. "It's laughable."
The lawyer stiffened. "Ms. Pierce, be reasonable—"
"I am reasonable," she cut in. "What I'm not is stupid. My client deserves double what you're offering, and unless you want this to drag out in court for months, I suggest you reconsider."
The man looked flustered, shuffling his notes.
Morgan sat back, already bored. She wanted to be somewhere else. With someone else.
Her phone vibrated again. Another message from Claire.
"I can't take much more, Mistress…"
Morgan's pulse quickened. The heat that had been smoldering beneath her skin all morning burned brighter.
She stood abruptly, smoothing out the fabric of her dark red blazer. "You have twenty-four hours to get me a better offer. If not, I'll see you in court."
Without waiting for a response, she strode out of the conference room, heading straight for her office.
Once inside, she locked the door behind her.
She slipped out of her blazer, unbuttoning the first few buttons of her silk blouse as she sat down at her desk.
Morgan reopened the app, setting the vibrations to a steady, teasing pulse.
Then she scrolled through the pictures Claire had sent her.
The first one—Claire in the fitting room, hiking up her dress just enough to reveal the pink panties, the delicate lace pressing against her soft thighs.
Morgan exhaled sharply.
She clicked on the next image.
This one was bolder. Claire's fingers had slipped beneath the fabric, barely covering herself, as if daring Morgan to punish her for teasing.
Morgan's thighs clenched together.
"You're being such a naughty girl today, aren't you?"
Her other hand moved down, slowly tracing the waistband of her skirt.
"Yes, Mistress… please."
Morgan smirked.
She slid her hand lower, her fingers grazing against herself as she imagined Claire trembling in public, desperate for relief but unable to do anything about it.
The power she held over Claire was intoxicating.
Her breathing grew heavier as she increased the intensity of the vibrations.
Bzzt.
Morgan bit her lip, picturing Claire biting hers in the middle of a crowded store, struggling to hold herself together.
Bzzt.
A sharp exhale. Her fingers moved faster.
"Mistress… I need you."
Morgan groaned softly, tipping her head back as pleasure curled low in her stomach.
She imagined Claire back at the penthouse, on her knees, begging, waiting for Morgan to claim her properly.
With one last deep moan, Morgan let herself go.
She sat there for a moment, catching her breath, satisfaction thrumming through her body.
Then she picked up her phone, still flushed and breathless, and typed a final message.
"Be a good girl and wait for me at home. If you're lucky, maybe I'll let you finish tonight."
Smirking to herself, Morgan straightened her blouse, buttoned up her blazer, and returned to work—knowing Claire would be counting the seconds until she walked through the door.
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Morgan barely had the door open before she spotted Claire lounging on the sofa, her legs curled up beneath her, wearing one of Morgan's silk robes. The moment their eyes met, Claire's breath hitched.
Morgan didn't say a word. She didn't have to.
In one swift motion, she crossed the room, grabbed Claire's wrist, and pulled her up to her feet. Claire barely had time to gasp before Morgan's lips were on hers—hungry, demanding, claiming her.
Claire melted into the kiss, but Morgan wasn't satisfied.
She yanked the robe off Claire's shoulders, letting it pool onto the floor, leaving her bare.
"Mistress—" Claire barely managed to say before Morgan silenced her with another deep, bruising kiss.
"I've been thinking about this all day," Morgan murmured against her lips, her voice low and dripping with desire. "Thinking about how desperate you were, squirming in public, knowing you couldn't do anything about it."
Claire shivered, her knees weakening. "I—I wanted to be good for you."
Morgan smirked. "Oh, you were good, darling. And now I'm going to reward you."
She didn't give Claire a chance to respond before sweeping her off her feet and carrying her to the bedroom.
As soon as Claire's back hit the mattress, Morgan was on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head. Her dark eyes roamed over Claire's flushed skin, taking in every inch of her before she slowly kissed her way down Claire's body—trailing fire in her wake.
Claire gasped as Morgan's lips found their way between her thighs, her tongue teasing, tasting, devouring.
"M-Morgan—"
Morgan's grip on Claire's hips tightened, keeping her in place. "No," she said huskily, her breath hot against Claire's sensitive skin. "You know better than to call me that right now."
Claire's body arched off the bed as Morgan's tongue flicked over her sensitive spot, the pleasure unbearable. "M-Mistress, please—"
"Please, what?" Morgan murmured, smirking against her. "Use your words."
Claire whimpered, her fingers digging into the sheets. "Please—let me come."
Morgan chuckled darkly, her tongue working relentlessly until Claire finally shattered, crying out as waves of pleasure wracked her body.
But Morgan wasn't done.
She continued, building Claire up again, pushing her to the edge over and over until Claire was a trembling mess beneath her.
When Morgan finally pulled away, she licked her lips, savoring the taste. "Perfect," she whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction.
Claire, still panting, barely had time to recover before Morgan guided her head down between her own legs.
Claire knew immediately what was expected of her.
She eagerly obeyed, pressing soft kisses along Morgan's inner thighs before finally giving her what she wanted.
Morgan let out a low moan, her fingers tangling in Claire's hair.
"Yes, just like that," she breathed, her hips rolling against Claire's mouth.
Claire loved seeing Morgan lose control—loved knowing she was the only one who could make her like this.
Morgan's moans grew louder, her breath hitching as she got closer and closer—
Knock, knock, knock.
Morgan froze.
Claire pulled away, confused. "Did you hear—"
The knock came again. Louder this time.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Morgan sat up, her expression darkening. "Who the hell—"
Then a voice called through the door.
"Morgan, open up. It's us."
Claire blinked. Us?
Morgan cursed under her breath, already recognizing the voices.
Her siblings.
She clenched her jaw, glancing down at Claire, who was still sprawled on the bed, her lips glistening from their interrupted moment.
Morgan exhaled sharply, running a hand through her tousled hair. "Stay here," she ordered, her tone clipped.
Claire sat up, wrapping the sheets around herself. "Morgan, what's going on?"
Morgan didn't answer.
She grabbed her robe, tying it tightly around her waist, and stormed out of the bedroom.
The moment she opened the door, she was met with two familiar faces—faces she hadn't expected to see anytime soon.
Her younger sister, Evelyn, and her brother, Julian.
Both of them looked at her expectantly.
"We need to talk," Julian said.