Chapter 15: Obedient

  Mira could barely breathe.

  Lena’s hand was still warm on her throat, her mouth grazing her neck like a mark—ciming, not just teasing. The words still echoed in her bones.

  Because I want you begging. I want you ruined before I even touch you.

  Then Lena let go.

  She stepped back without a word, turned, and crossed the room. The air felt thinner in her absence. Mira’s body swayed, her breath uneven, knees trembling with the weight of restraint.

  Lena sat down on the couch.

  She didn’t speak. Didn’t beckon. She just watched Mira—calm and silent, legs crossed, one arm resting along the back of the couch. Her eyes were steady. Waiting.

  That was worse than anything.

  Mira stood frozen in the middle of the room, her heart pounding too hard. Her skin prickled with need. Her panties clung to her, soaked and unbearable. Her thighs pressed together, aching, but nothing helped. Nothing touched what Lena had awakened.

  Lena wasn’t going to move.

  She wanted Mira to do it.

  Something cracked open. Mira took one shaking step forward. Then another.

  And then—she dropped to her knees.

  She didn’t think. She didn’t care. Her skirt folded beneath her, her breath caught in her throat, and she looked up with wide, flushed eyes.

  “Please.”

  Lena’s gaze didn’t change. Just a faint shift in her jaw. Like she’d expected this all along.

  Mira leaned forward, hands braced on the floor.

  “Please, Lena. I need it. I’ll lose my mind if you don’t—if you don’t touch me. I want you. I want to be yours. I want you to ruin me.”

  Lena’s breath hitched—but she didn’t move. She just watched her, slow and still and devastatingly in control.

  “You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” she murmured. But her voice was lower now. Rougher.

  Mira’s hands curled into fists.

  “I don’t care.”

  Silence stretched for one long, thudding beat.

  Then Lena rose. Crossed to her. Took her gently by the chin and tilted her head up. Mira’s lips parted at the contact, already panting.

  “Get up,” Lena said. “On the couch.”

  Mira scrambled to obey, legs shaky, heart pounding. She sat down, hands curled against the edge of the cushion, skirt riding high. Lena followed slowly, deliberate in her pacing like a panther closing in.

  She knelt between Mira’s knees, pushing them apart without a word. Mira gasped as the cool air hit her, her panties damp and clinging.

  Lena’s hands were steady as she slid them up Mira’s thighs. Possessive. Like Mira was hers already.

  “Lie back,” Lena murmured. “And don’t close your legs.”

  Mira obeyed, breathless, her back arching slightly as she settled into the couch. Her thighs trembled as Lena traced slow, teasing circles above her knee.

  “Look at you,” Lena said softly. “So wet you’re shaking. All because I won’t touch you.”

  “I need—” Mira whimpered.

  “I know what you need.”

  Lena hooked her fingers into the waistband of Mira’s panties and pulled them down, slow, savoring every inch of skin revealed. Mira squirmed, hips twitching.

  And then—finally—Lena leaned in, her breath ghosting over Mira’s slick folds. She didn’t touch yet. Just looked.

  “So messy,” she whispered. “All for me.”

  Mira’s fingers clutched at the couch cushion.

  Lena’s mouth met her—slow, sure, ciming.

  Mira cried out, her hips jerking. Lena didn’t let up, her hands gripping Mira’s thighs to hold her still. Her tongue moved with purpose, tasting every inch, teasing, then stroking harder.

  Mira moaned helplessly, back arching, thighs tensing. Her hands flew to her own mouth to stay quiet, but Lena caught her wrists and pinned them above her head.

  “No hiding,” she murmured against Mira’s skin. “I want to hear you.”

  Mira nearly sobbed. Her whole body lit up with heat, every nerve drawn taut. She tried to stay still. Tried to hold on.

  But Lena was merciless. Her rhythm deepened. Her pressure sharpened. She knew exactly where to touch, how to drag her tongue just right, how to slow when Mira got close and speed up when she whined.

  “Lena—” Mira gasped. “Please—please, I’m—I—”

  “You’ve been good?” Lena asked, breathless, voice dark with satisfaction. “You want to come for me now?”

  “Yes,” Mira cried. “Yes, please, I’ve been so good—please let me—”

  Lena’s smile curved against her.

  “Then come.”

  Mira shattered.

  Her whole body seized, pleasure ripping through her in waves. She sobbed with it, shaking and gasping, thighs cmping around Lena’s shoulders.

  Lena didn’t stop. Not until Mira slumped back, boneless, flushed and spent and dazed.

  Only then did Lena rise, climbing onto the couch and pulling Mira into her p, stroking her hair back gently.

  “There,” she whispered. “That’s my good girl.”

  Mira curled into her, warm and trembling.

  And Lena held her like a secret.