Esmery walked into the company, the rhythmic tapping of her heels against the pristine marble floor echoing in the suddenly quiet hallway. People's head turned, eyes widened.
Before, no one had paid her any attention. She had made sure of that, hiding herself in oversized jeans and loose shirts, blending into the background like an afterthought. But today? Today, she had shed that image like a snake shedding its skin.
The black bodycon dress clung to her figure like a second skin, hugging every curve. It wasn't scandalous, but it was enough to make people stare. The hemline hovered just above her knees, and her heels accentuated the length of her legs, making her movements more fluid, more confident. Her hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, no longer confined to a tight ponytail.
Whispers followed her, but she ignored them, keeping her chin high.
If only they knew the real reason she looked different.
A shiver ran down her spine, not from the stares, but from the pulsing toy nestled deep inside her, its presence impossible to ignore. Jayden had placed it there before they left, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he whispered in her ear:
"Don't forget who owns you, baby."
Now, she felt every damn bit of that ownership.
She entered the photography studio where her shoot was scheduled. Stylists bustled around, adjusting lighting, fixing backdrops, preparing everything for the session. Esmery took a deep breath and stepped forward, trying to focus.
Then it hit.
A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her, forcing a choked gasp past her lips.
Her legs trembled as her fingers twitched at her sides. The vibrator inside her whirred to life at a ruthless setting, pulsing deep, sending waves of heat curling in her stomach.
It was too much. Too sudden.
A soft, broken moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.
Silence.
Heads snapped in her direction.
"Miss Esmery?" one of the photographers asked, concern in his voice. "Are you alright?"
She clenched her fists, struggling to keep her expression neutral even as her body fought against the overwhelming sensation.
Jayden was punishing her. She had felt him press the remote against her thigh before she got out of the car, a silent warning. And now, he was making good on it.
She swallowed thickly. "I.....I...I'm not feeling well," she managed, forcing a small, weak smile.
One of the assistants frowned. "Should we call a doctor?"
"No!" she blurted out, shaking her head too quickly. The last thing she needed was a doctor checking her vitals while Jayden played his sadistic little game. "I just need to go to the restroom for a moment."
Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel, walking carefully, forcing her legs to stay steady. Every step sent another jolt of pleasure through her, the vibrations relentless.
She barely made it inside the bathroom before her knees gave out.
Gripping the sink, she panted, her reflection in the mirror showing a woman barely holding herself together. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, her eyes dark with frustration and need.
Then Jayden turned it up.
A sharp cry escaped her lips as the intensity doubled. Her thighs clenched together, her nails digging into the cold porcelain of the sink.
It was too much. She was going to finally cu.....
The vibrations stopped.
A choked sob of frustration slipped out before she could stop it. Her body trembled from the cruel denial, the pleasure ripped away just before she could find release.
Then, his voice purred into her ear through the ear pod.
"Tsk, tsk, baby. You were about to cum without permission, weren't you?"
Esmery whimpered, pressing her forehead against the mirror. "Jayden..."
"No, no," his voice was a slow caress, dark and teasing. "Try again."
Her teeth sank into her lower lip. "Please, Daddy..." she whispered.
A low hum of approval vibrated through the earpiece.
"Good girl."
And then, nothing.
The vibrator shut off completely. The silence that followed was deafening.
Esmery's breath came in short, uneven pants. Her body ached, her nerves raw from the abrupt denial. She gripped the sink, trying to steady herself.
That bastard.
She took another deep breath and straightened her dress, ignoring how her thighs still trembled. When she stepped out of the restroom, she forced a calm expression onto her face and made her way back to the studio.
The moment she entered, her skin prickled.
Someone was staring at her.
She didn't need to look up to know who it was.
Diego.
He leaned casually against a nearby table, arms crossed, his eyes drinking her in with a dark intensity that made her stomach twist. When his gaze landed on her lips that were still red and slightly swollen from Jayden's earlier kiss.
Slowly, his tongue flicked out, running across his lower lip.
Revulsion coiled in her stomach.
"Wow, Esmery," Diego drawled, his tone slow, appreciative. "You look... different today."
She forced herself to give a small, polite smile. "Oh? Is that so?"
His eyes darkened slightly as he stepped closer. "I always knew you had potential, but seeing you like this..." His gaze flickered to her legs, then back to her lips. "It makes me think maybe I made a mistake."
A soft chuckle escaped her, light and careless. "A mistake?"
Diego's smirk returned. "You know what I mean. And you can still be mine, Esmery."
She arched a brow, tilting her head slightly. "Yours?"
His confidence didn't waver. "You were mine first, after all. You can accept and become my mistress. No one will ever know"
Disgust curled inside her, but she didn't let it show. Instead, she lowered her lashes, feigning a thoughtful expression. "Oh, Diego. You say that like I care. ANd you must be dreaming if you thought I'll ever let your hands on me"
His jaw tightened, but he quickly masked it with a slow, predatory grin. "You will."
Esmery let out another light laugh, then turned away, walking toward the photoshoot set.
Her phone buzzed.
A message from Jayden.
"If he touches you, I'll break his fingers."
Her lips curled into a smirk.
Diego had no idea that the woman he once toyed with was gone. And soon, he would regret ever thinking she was his to control.