The deal 2

~Kara's pov~

I was absolutely furious. The anger coursed through my veins as I stormed out, feeling the careful eyes of the maids as they searched me. They spotted the delicate flower I had tucked away and, with a dismissive gesture, placed it back in my hands. A smirk crept onto my lips. Sliding into the plush leather seat of the car, the driver whisked us away, heading straight for the hangar where his private jet awaited.

Once on board, he leaned back with an exasperated sigh. "I'm bored, Kyra; do something to amuse me," he commanded, his voice laced with impatience. I froze, a cacophony of emotions swirling within me. His gaze was unwavering and intense as if he were trying to pierce through my very soul. If looks could kill, I was already a victim.

"Don't be both dull and foolish, pick one," he hissed, the edge in his tone slicing through the air. "Since you can't come up with anything entertaining, strip for me, Kyra."

My heart plummeted. "What?! Why would I ever do that?" I struggled to keep my composure, tears threatening to spill over.

"Why wouldn't you?" His eyes narrowed, a predatory glint flickering. "You're my property, Kyra. Seems like you've forgotten exactly why you're here." His glare was unmistakable; it was a command wrapped in malice.

Swallowing hard, I reluctantly began unbuttoning my blouse, tears cascading down my cheeks like a dam ready to burst. As I removed the fabric, vulnerability enveloped me. I slipped off my skirt too, standing before him clad only in delicate lingerie. "Take that off too," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for disobedience.

With trembling hands, I peeled away the last barrier, standing completely exposed before him. He scrutinized my nakedness, appraising me like a piece of art. After a tense pause, he tossed me a vibrator. "I want to watch you while you use it to please yourself."

A wave of despair washed over me. "I can't! Why are you doing this?" I sobbed, my heart aching. "What have I done to deserve this?"

"Kyra, just do what I asked," he insisted, impatience threading through his voice.

I sank back into the chair, struggling to contain my emotions. Why was he acting this way today? What had changed? With heavy breaths, I turned on the vibrator and pressed it against my clitoris. Though I had heard whispers of what pleasure felt like, I had never truly explored it, not with anyone.

As the device pulsed its magic, I found myself teetering on the edge of conflicting emotions. I powered on the machine and carefully positioned it against my sensitive clitoris. I had have ex boyfriends, but I had never actually engaged in any intimate encounters with them while the device worked its enchanting magic. As the vibrations began to ripple through me, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, and I couldn't help but surrender to the sensation.

"That's it, Princess," he said, watching intently as I lost myself in the moment. A wave of realization washed over me—I needed to act swiftly, for otherwise, I would find myself entangled in even greater troubles than I could imagine."