Somewhere else, Lucien stood beneath falling water, thinking of another woman entirely—unaware that two different obsessions were now circling him, each convinced they were the one who truly understood his desire.
.The morning air was crisp, the greens stretching endlessly under the sun as Lucien moved toward the first hole. Selena followed, every step measured, elegant, but every subtle sway of her hips, tilt of her head, every slow blink radiated intent, drawing his eyes like gravity.
As they paused at the tee, Selena lowered her club slightly, glancing up at him. "Can you… teach me?" she asked, soft, almost innocent.
Lucien raised an eyebrow, voice calm but edged. "Teach you?"
"Yes," she said, stepping a little closer. "I want it right. I want… your guidance."
He studied her, the quiet charge between them thickening. Then, wordlessly, he stepped behind her. His body aligned with hers, warm and controlled. His hands reached for hers, adjusting her grip on the club.
"Hold it like this," he murmured, low and precise. "Pressure here, stance there…"
His chest brushed against her back, a solid, commanding warmth. Selena pressed slightly back against him, testing, feeling his power through every subtle shift. Her breath hitched; the heat between them sharpened, undeniable.
She tilted her head, letting a slow, teasing smile curve her lips. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" she murmured, letting her back press lightly against him again, her voice playful, challenging.
Lucien's jaw tightened, focus firm. "It's instruction," he said evenly. Yet the heat in his voice betrayed awareness of her body, of every reaction pressed against him.
Selena laughed softly, the sound low, teasing. "Instruction, huh? Feels more like… a private lesson for one." She glanced down briefly at his shorts, then up at him with a mischievous glint. "I think… I might be learning more than just golf."
Lucien shifted subtly, his hands lingering a fraction longer as he corrected her swing. Her body pressed naturally against him, feeling the tension, the heat, the control he emanated.
She leaned just slightly into him, voice dropping to a whisper. "I hope you don't mind… I like feeling your guidance." Her hand stayed under his, just brushing, a teasing ghost of contact.
He said nothing, though his focus faltered ever so slightly.
Selena pressed her back against him again, letting her body mold against his. Her breath came softer now, teasing, deliberate. "Hmm… are you always this… intense when you teach?" she asked, letting her words drip with double meaning, daring him to respond.
Lucien exhaled slowly, adjusting her stance again, every movement precise. "Only when someone deserves attention," he murmured, clipped, calm—but the subtle tension in his chest betrayed more than his words allowed.
Selena smirked, biting her lower lip faintly, letting her voice drop just enough to be intimate. "Oh… then I guess I deserve it, don't I?"
Lucien didn't answer immediately. Instead, he guided her hands again, teaching her angle and posture. But she could feel it—the shift in him, the taut energy beneath his control.
Selena leaned in just slightly, whispering close to his ear, "Careful… you might teach me something you didn't intend."
A faint flash of heat passed over him, though his expression remained calm, unreadable.
Selena straightened with a soft laugh, stepping just a fraction away, teasing yet still aware of the tension pulsing between them. "I think I'm a fast learner… do you think you can keep up?"
Lucien's hands tightened slightly on her grip, adjusting the swing again. He said nothing, but the quiet weight between them said everything.
Selena's smile deepened, playful, teasing, dangerous. "I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am," she murmured, letting her eyes linger on him, letting the moment stretch—long, slow, full of heat, full of promise.
Every glance, every sway, every whispered word was a game of control—and Selena was already several moves ahead
Selena lined up her shot, the ball rolling smoothly across the green before dropping neatly into the hole. She let herself savor the small victory, a soft, almost imperceptible smile tugging at her lips.
Without a word, she walked toward the hole, slow, deliberate. Every step was careful, measured—but the sway of her hips, the subtle arch of her back, the way the morning sunlight kissed the fabric of her dress, made her presence impossible to ignore.
She knelt beside the hole to retrieve the ball, letting her posture naturally accentuate her curves. Lucien's eyes followed her, sharp, alert, though he tried to maintain composure. The way her body moved, the softness in her stance, the small shift of her legs—it all pressed against him, tugging at a control he had believed absolute.
She glanced up, lips curving in a teasing half-smile. "Got it," she murmured, voice soft, carrying a lilt that made the air itself feel warmer. Her eyes flicked toward him, daring him to respond, knowing exactly how to hold his attention.
Lucien's jaw tightened imperceptibly. He forced himself to focus on the ball, the green, the distance—but it was impossible. The subtle play of her curves, the way the dress clung just enough, the slow turn of her head—each movement pulled at him. His body reacted before his mind had a chance to command it.
He felt the taut heat rising again, unbidden, like a fire sparked by the curve of her hip, the small shift as she straightened. She moved with the ease of someone who knew exactly the effect she had, letting him feel her presence without a single touch.
Selena rose slowly, stretching lightly, letting the sun illuminate her back and shoulders. Her smile deepened, teasing, confident, knowing. "Your turn," she said, voice low, breath soft, letting him absorb both the challenge and the deliberate seduction in her words.
Lucien gripped his club tighter, feeling the tension coil through him. Every line of her body, every glance, every small movement under the sun pulled at him, made him aware of her in a way that was almost unbearable. Desire and discipline warred inside him—his mind sharp, but his body betraying him.
Selena's eyes held his as she stepped back, letting the green between them stretch, giving space while keeping him enthralled. She didn't move provocatively. She didn't need to. Every subtle curve, every deliberate sway, every faint glint in her eyes said enough.
Lucien exhaled slowly, trying to regain control, but the moment had already claimed him. He was fully aware, fully captivated, fully undone.
And Selena, calm, poised, perfectly dangerous, smiled to herself, knowing she had pushed him exactly where she wanted him—already melting the line between discipline and desire