Adrian's POV "She's been fired, sir," Victor said. "We've put a tracking device in her phone. We'll know exactly where she is at all times." "Good." A cold smile spread across my face. Everything was moving exactly as I had designed it. Soon Maya Sinclair would be under my control on a leash of my making, with nowhere left to run. "Set the meeting," I said. "Tell her I want the eight hundred seventy-five thousand dollars she lost the company. She's to come to the club tonight. We'll discuss how she's going to repay me." "Yes,sir. I'll take care of it." He left. The door clicked shut, and the office went quiet. I leaned back in my chair, the city glittering far below the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. A cold, satisfied smile curved my mouth. Of course, she had no idea the entire catastrophe was my creation. I was the mastermind behind the fake scam invoice that trapped her, tricking her into wiring company funds straight into a trap. She was currently shouldering the blame for a devastating financial loss, completely unaware that every single step of her downfall had been orchestrated by me. With no way to pay off a debt of that magnitude, she would have no other option than to bend to my will. I sat down and woke the monitor on my desk. The camera over the third-floor finance office had become a habit. At first, I'd told myself it was oversight. By the second week, I stopped lying to myself. There she was. Dark hair pinned up with a pencil, a pale blouse, a frown of concentration that deepened the small crease between her eyebrows. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear without looking up. She had no idea anyone was watching. I leaned back and stared at her. It all started the very first day I laid eyes on her in the office. Maya Sinclair was the living, breathing image of Davina, my late fiancée. The resemblance was so uncanny it knocked the breath right out of my lungs; I couldn't tear my gaze away. From that very moment, I knew she was going to be mine. I had to claim her. ​Hours spent locked in my office had quickly dissolved into an obsession. I had requested the private CCTV footage of her workspace, watching her from the safety of my screen while she remained blissfully ignorant. The way her blouse pulled tight across her breasts when she reached for something on a high shelf. The slow, unconscious sway of her hips when she walked down the corridor. The way her male coworkers' eyes lingered on her ass long after she had passed. I had never wanted anyone the way I wanted Maya Sinclair. No that wasn't true. I had wanted Davina like this once. And then she was gone. Now the universe had handed me a second chance in the form of a girl who looked like my dead fiancée and had no idea she had already been claimed. I wasn't going to sit back and wait for one of my employees to make a move. I had made mine first.I had to force the game myself. Now, she was walking straight into my domain, my club where I would finally seal her fate and make her understand that she had stepped permanently into my world. ____ I arrived at the club early, driven by a dark, relentless anticipation. Tonight was the night I finally laid claim to Maya the girl whose entire life was now resting firmly in my hands. The VIP section parted for me without a word. Side glances followed-recognition, respect, a touch of fear. They knew who owned the place. I settled into the black leather booth at the back, the one with the best view of the entrance, and waited. Before long, Victor approached, stepping close to whisper, "Sir, she's here." My eyes shifted toward the floor, locking onto her immediately. Maya looked small, hesitant, and entirely out of place amidst the heavy bass and flashing lights. But my focus quickly turned to annoyance as my gaze swept over her clothes. Why was she wearing such a plain, ordinary outfit in my club? It hid everything I wanted to see. ​Without taking my eyes off her, I murmured, "Put her in lingerie. Get her something to wear." Maya's head snapped toward me, lips parting on a protest that never quite formed. The hostess guided her away before she could speak. I watched them disappear down the private hallway. Minutes later she returned. My eyes locked on her the second she stepped out. The fabric hugged every curve so tightly I could see the exact shape of her body underneath: the soft swell of her tits, The material was almost nothing. Through the lingerie I could clearly see her nipples pink, stiff, and peaked hard against the translucent fabric. My gaze dropped lower, admiring the way the fabric held her sweet cunt.i could clearly see the way her pussy rested on the fabric, the material so see-through I could make out the smooth, bare shape of her cunt and the way it sat plump and inviting between her legs. My cock twitched hard, thickening instantly at the thought of dropping to my knees right there, peeling that useless lace aside, and putting my mouth on her,sucking on her clit, tasting her while she stood in the middle of the club. I stood. "Come with me." ​I turned on my heel and walked toward my private office. I didn't need to look back; her quiet footsteps followed close behind. Once she stepped across the threshold, I shut the heavy door behind us, the final click sealing her inside my domain.

Maya's POV When I heard the door close, panic crept through me. Why had he brought me into his office, where we were completely alone and the door was shut? Anything could happen here, and no one would come to save me. I stood there shyly, my arms folded across my chest. I watched him take a bottle of wine from the counter and pour himself a glass. He sat directly opposite me and stared as he drank. One thing I knew: I was going to try my best not to be intimidated by this man. His gaze hit me head-on. I noticed his eyes, the sharp line of his perfectly chiseled jaw. I couldn't possibly be admiring the man who was about to set my life ablaze. I looked away from his heated stare. He was clearly sizing me up like a piece of meat he intended to devour, and I wished I had something to cover myself with. My outfit was far too revealing. His sudden movement pulled me out of my thoughts. Adrian had risen from his chair and was walking toward me, slowly. When he came within two inches of me, I had to step back. His presence was suffocating. He noticed, and a smirk spread across his face. "Come with me." He took my hand and led me to a section of the office lined with screens. Each one showed a different room in his club, and the sexual activities going on. Oh my God. He watches all of this. "Take a look at this," he said, pointing at one of the screens. "Nice and hardworking, isn't she? She's going to have to fuck all this men." The stripper on the screen had her mouth stuffed with a cock while getting fucked from behind by another guy. "Notice this one?" His tone was mocking. "That's Gabby, Gabby is a fine stripper, don't you think?" On another screen, Gabby had been told to undress for the old man alone with her in the private room. She spread her legs wide shifted her panties to the side so the elderly man can have a perfect view of her cunt. A wave of uneasiness settled in my stomach. I didn't know why Adrian was showing me this, but it was definitely not helping my situation. "Why are you showing me this?" I asked in disbelief. He stepped closer, and I backed up until the edge of the table pressed into me. He kept coming until our chests were almost touching. I tried to fold my arms across my chest again, but he took my hands and gently pulled them down, holding them. His gaze dropped to my lips. I turned my head to the side, trying to escape the heat of his gaze. He released my hands, took my chin between his fingers, and turned my face back toward him. Slowly, I lifted my eyes to meet his. His eyes were a steely blue, the color of the ocean before a storm. Is he like this with all his strippers? His presence was intimidating, and I knew I shouldn't be alone with him dressed like this. My eyes slid to the door, wishing someone would walk in and rescue me from this man, with me practically half naked in front of him. He picked up some strands of my hair, shook it lightly, almost playfully, and let it fall. Then he moved away and sat back down in his chair. "Well, you've got three options." His sudden voice made me flinch. "One: you work at my club as a stripper." His voice was completely flat, so I couldn't tell what he was planning. "Two: I sue you for the eight hundred and seventy-five thousand dollars you lost." I swallowed hard. "Three." He let the silence stretch. "You stay with me for one year, and I do whatever I want with you." I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Adrian fell silent, the corner of his lips lifting into the faintest smile as he waited, patiently, for my answer. "Can I ask what you'll do to me if I accept the one-year offer?" He laughed softly, set his glass down on the table, and stood. "Why don't I show you?" He crossed the room in a few long strides. Before I could even react, his hands locked around my waist. He lifted me like I weighed nothing and set me firmly on top of his office desk. Then he spread my legs wide open. One hand shoved the sheer lingerie aside so he could clearly see my pussy,Without any warning he pushed two thick fingers straight into me. I gasped as he filled me, curling those fingers deep and slow, deliberately dragging them over my G-spot with every stroke. The pleasure was so sharp and electrifying I couldn't form the words to stop him even if I'd wanted to. I just sat there on his desk, spreading my legs wider so he had all the space he needed to keep fingering me. He hit that spot again and a soft, broken moan slipped out of me. I felt him chuckle against my neck. Then he slowly pulled his fingers out. His gaze locked on mine. "Did you like it?" My cheeks burned. I was about to tell him exactly how much I'd enjoyed it.when I managed to close my legs, still feeling the wet heat throbbing between them. I looked around the room for a second, trying to catch my breath, and then I asked him. "So, uhm... you uhm..." I let out a long breath. "So the one year involves you sleeping with me?" I asked, as bravely as I could. "Yes. It's part of the package." His grin was devious. "Can I get some time to think about this?" "No. You make your decision here and now." He glanced at his wrist to check the time. "I have somewhere to be, love, so be quick with your choice." He had shown me those strippers on purpose, so that my mind could no longer see the first option as an option at all. And I didn't know this man well enough to hand my life over to him for a whole year. "What if I don't want it?" "Want what?" he snapped. "Want you to... fuck me." My voice was barely audible. "I don't force myself on women. You'll be the one begging me." The confidence in his tone amused me, and surprised me. He was so certain I would be the one begging. But if he wasn't going to force himself on me, what did I have to lose? It was only a year. "How do I know you'll keep your end of the bargain and let me go, debt cleared, after the year?" "I give millions of dollars to charity. Eight hundred and seventy-five thousand would hardly matter." If the money means nothing to him, why can't he just let me go?. I was tempted to ask, but decided not to push my luck. "So I'm going to have to take your word for it." I thought he almost laughed. "That seems to be the case." He took his phone out of his pocket. "So what's it going to be, love?" It looked like I was making a deal with the devil. Deep in my chest, I felt I was making a mistake. And really, what could be worse than being a stripper, or going to jail? "I'll take option three," I said, boldly, knowing I was about to sign my life over to the devil. "Forgive me. What does option three say again?" He can't be serious. Does he really expect me to repeat it? "That I stay with you for a year." "And?" he taunted, clearly enjoying himself. "You get to do whatever you want with me," I said, a little embarrassed. "Great. Then we have a deal." He said

Adrian's POV "My room looks lovely."Maya stood there taking it in, clearly surprised by how beautiful it was. "Well," I said, watching her closely, "that's the least I can do for my guest. I want you to feel very comfortable here. Anything you need, just ask. It'll be provided." I still couldn't believe it. She was finally here. In my house. Under my rules. I could do any fucking thing I wanted with her. She'd only just arrived and my cock was already rock hard and straining against my pants. I didn't want to wait. I closed the distance between us.My thumb dragged slowly across her soft, full lips, feeling how warm and plush they were. "These soft, succulent lips..." I murmured.eyes locked on her mouth "What can I do with them?" I pushed my thumb past them, sinking it deep into the wet heat of her mouth. "Suck," I ordered. Her tongue swirled around my thumb as she obeyed, The wet pull of her mouth made my cock jump. "Have you ever been gagged?" I asked. She shook her head no, unable to speak with my thumb still filling her mouth. I withdrew it, studying her. There was so much I still had to teach her. So many things I wanted to do to that mouth and the rest of her body. "Take your clothes off," I said.voice rough with need "I want to see you every inch of what's mine." She hesitated, colour filled her cheeks,i guess she's still a little shy. I walked over, locked the door, then turned back to her. "Clothes.Off.Now" She slowly pulled the dress off, then her bra,Her breasts spilled free,they were full and perfect. I let my eyes roam over them openly, admiring every curve. Then I noticed the panties still covering her. "Nunber one rule," I said, voice low, "No panties. Ever. I don't want you wearing them. Got it?" "Yes," she whispered. "And whenever we are together you I want you to call me Daddy ," I continued, stepping closer. "I own you now. I own your pain. I own your sorrow. I own your misery. Your body. Your pleasure. Everything about you. I own you. I get to do whatever I want with you. I get to control everything. You get it?" "Yes..." "Yes, what?" "Yes, Daddy." "Good girl. Now get on your knees and take Daddy's cock." She sank to her knees like the good girl she was. I unbuckled my belt, freed my thick,aching cock and pushed it past her soft lips, all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged,her eyes watering. I held her head steady with both hands forcing her to take every inch, enjoying the tight, wet heat of her mouth as she struggled. I gave her a few deep strokes, then pulled back just long enough for her to catch her breath before slamming back in. The pleasure was overwhelming. I fucked her mouth roughly, taking every inch of it, using her the way I wanted. When I finally withdrew,I looked down at her. "Did you enjoy how I fucked your mouth?" "Yes, Daddy," she answered, her voice soft and used. "Such a good girl. Now get on the bed and spread that pussy for me." She crawled onto the bed and lay back, spreading her legs wide. Every inch of her cunt was on display pink, wet and completely mine. I could do whatever I wanted to her. I climbed between her thighs, pushed her legs even wider, and sank my mouth onto her pussy. The taste of her was mind-blowing and addictive. She moaned softly, her hips lifting toward my face. I sucked hard on her swollen clit, dragging my tongue over it roughly. "Please, Daddy... don't stop," she begged. The sound of her little plea only made me hungrier. I kept devouring her, determined to make her fall apart on my tongue. I moved up her body and claimed her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, letting her taste the sweetness of her own cunt on my tongue. I kissed her passionately, devouring those soft, juicy lips I'd just fucked so roughly, swallowing every little whimper she gave me. Then I shifted lower, eyes locked on her full breasts. I cupped one in my hand and sank my mouth onto her nipple, sucking hard while my tongue swirled around the stiff peak. She moaned loudly as I kept sucking, using my other hand to squeeze her second breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between my fingers while I continued to feast on the first. "Tell Daddy what you want me to do to you," I murmured against her wet nipple, glancing up at her flushed face. "I want Daddy to fuck me," she breathed. "How bad do you want this cock?" She reached down and placed her hand on her swollen clit, rubbing it in desperate little circles. "So bad," she whispered, voice shaky with need. "I want it so bad." I watched her fingers work for a moment, then shook my head. "You're going to have to beg Daddy to fuck you." "Please, Daddy... fuck me," she whimpered. "My pussy wants your cock." I stared down at her as she touched herself, rubbing that aching little clit, trying so hard to ease the need. The sight of her legs spread, fingers rubbing her clit, while completely desperate for me was fucking beautiful. "Focus," I ordered quietly. "Put your fingers inside your pussy and fuck yourself slowly. But you're not permitted to come until I tell you to." She obeyed immediately, sliding two fingers deep into her wet cunt and pumping them in and out while I watched. "Daddy, I want you," she moaned, voice breaking. "I want you so bad. Come and fuck me. Come and put your dick inside my pussy. My pussy wants you..." I stayed right there between her thighs, eyes fixed on the perfect sight of her fingering herself, begging for my cock, completely at my mercy.