Ava awoke to the warmth of sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, wrapped in the softest silk sheets she'd ever felt. The penthouse was quiet except for the soft hum of the city far below. Her limbs ached in the best way—an echo of both Selene's restraint and tenderness from the night before.
For a brief moment, it felt like she was waking up from a fever dream. But the indentation in the sheets beside her and the lingering scent of Selene's perfume proved otherwise.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes. A note rested on the pillow where Selene had lain:
Be dressed and ready by ten. The dress is on the hanger. I want you to look like temptation. —S
Ava's heart skipped. Selene had a way of turning everything into a game of anticipation. She slipped from the bed, padding across the warm marble floor. On the closet door hung a red satin dress—short, curve-hugging, with thin straps and a daring neckline.
Ava bathed, dressed, and styled her hair loosely, just as Selene liked. When she checked the time, it was 9:55.
The doorbell chimed.
Her pulse quickened.
She opened it to find a woman standing there. Tall, with sharp cheekbones, a sleek black bob, and a designer suit that screamed power.
"I'm Layla," the woman said with a smirk. "Selene's driver. She sent me to pick you up."
Ava blinked. "Where are we going?"
"She'll explain when you get there."
The ride was silent. Layla didn't ask questions. Ava didn't offer answers. But she felt eyes on her through the mirror more than once.
They stopped in front of a private helipad. A helicopter waited, sleek and black, blades spinning slowly. Selene stood beside it, wind teasing her dark coat and hair. She looked like a goddess carved from obsidian.
Ava stepped out of the car, nerves fluttering wildly.
"You're late," Selene said with a teasing glance.
"It's 10:02."
Selene closed the distance between them, her hand sliding around Ava's waist. "And I expect perfection."
With that, she guided Ava into the helicopter.
The flight was short but luxurious. Selene held her hand the entire time, not saying much, just watching the city fade beneath them. When they landed, Ava expected an office, maybe a hotel.
What she didn't expect was a private villa on the coast.
The air smelled like salt and hibiscus. The ocean stretched endlessly ahead, crashing against cliffs below. The villa was all clean lines, white stone, and glass—minimalist and breathtaking.
"Do you bring all your employees here?" Ava asked as Selene led her through the open-air hallway.
Selene turned, her expression unreadable. "Only the ones I own."
Ava's breath caught. The word hit differently now—own. It didn't feel like a threat anymore. It felt like a promise.
By afternoon, they were lounging by the infinity pool. Ava wore nothing but the red dress and a gold anklet. Selene hadn't touched her yet—not since last night. The silence between them was filled with heat, with things unsaid.
Selene sipped her drink and finally broke the silence. "Do you trust me?"
Ava nodded. "Yes."
Selene leaned closer. "Then tonight, you'll give me everything."
Ava's thighs clenched involuntarily.
"Everything?" she asked breathlessly.
Selene's eyes darkened. "Mind, body, and soul.
Dinner was served on the balcony. Grilled lobster, saffron rice, a crisp white wine. The moon cast silver over the water. Ava could barely taste the food, not with Selene's gaze burning into her with every bite.
When they finished, Selene stood. "Come."
Ava followed her through the villa, down a hallway lit with candles. They entered a room that took her breath away.
It was a bedroom, but it looked like something out of a fantasy. Silk ropes. A mirrored ceiling. A four poster bed dressed in blood-red sheets. Soft music played from hidden speakers.
Selene turned to her. "Clothes off. Now."
Ava obeyed without hesitation, the air cool against her skin. She stood naked, vulnerable.
Selene circled her slowly. "You've been patient. You've earned this."
Then, without warning, Selene pushed her onto the bed. She tied her wrists above her with silk scarves—firm, but gentle.
And then she devoured her.
Every touch was a fire. Every kiss a claim. Selene made her scream, cry, beg—over and over until Ava lost all sense of time. Her world became Selene's mouth, Selene's voice, Selene's rhythm.
And still, Selene didn't take her own pleasure.
When Ava lay panting, spent and trembling, Selene untied her. She pulled her into her arms.
"I don't need to fuck you to own you," she whispered. "I already do."
Ava felt tears sting her eyes. "Why me?"
Selene stroked her hair. "Because you're not afraid to feel. Most people I break. You… you burn."
That night, Ava didn't sleep. She floated. Wrapped in silk, wrapped in Selene. She no longer questioned what they were. She just knew she didn't want it to end.
And neither did Selene.
As dawn crept in, Selene kissed her shoulder and whispered:
"Tomorrow, we talk about what comes next. But tonight, you're mine."
Ava closed her eyes.
"Yes, Selene."
She meant every word
The morning sun poured through the sheer curtains of the penthouse, golden light spreading across the polished wooden floors and casting long shadows over Ava's sleeping form. She stirred gently beneath the silk sheets, her body still humming with the memory of Selene's touch. Every part of her felt claimed—bruised, adored, disciplined. Her limbs were sore in ways that left her breathless even in sleep.
Selene was already gone.
Ava sat up slowly, wrapping the sheets around herself. Her robe was draped over the chair where Selene had left it. There was something meticulous about how Selene arranged everything. It wasn't just dominance—it was orchestration. Every moment with her was a performance, every glance a command.
On the nightstand lay a card.
*"Wear the red. You're with me today. – S."
The red dress hung by the closet, bold and unforgiving. Skin-tight. High slit. No sleeves. No room to hide.
Ava showered, dressed, and applied light makeup. Selene's driver arrived promptly at eight. No words were exchanged—just a small nod as Ava climbed in. The car smelled like leather and roses, like Selene.
The destination wasn't the office.
It was a sprawling mansion on the coast—modern architecture set against blue sky and sea. Security waved them through without pause. When Ava stepped out, the wind lifted her curls, and she spotted Selene on the balcony, dressed in white slacks and a backless silk blouse, speaking to two sharply dressed men.
Selene's gaze snapped to her like gravity.
"Gentlemen," she said without turning her head, "give me a moment."
Ava's heels clicked up the stone stairs.
"You're late," Selene said coolly.
"It's not eight yet."
"You're late," she repeated, stepping forward until they stood chest to chest. "You don't keep me waiting, Ava."
Ava dropped her eyes. "I'm sorry."
Selene reached up, cupping her chin. "You look exquisite. But I want you to remember something: When I say jump, you don't ask how high. You fly."
Ava's heart thudded. "Yes, Selene."
"Good."
[Later That Day – In the Office]
Back at Selene's private suite within the company headquarters, the atmosphere had shifted. The quiet hum of luxury surrounded them—subdued jazz played through ceiling speakers, and the scent of sandalwood filled the space.
Ava stood by the window, looking out at the city, her body still in that arresting red dress, heels off, feet aching. Behind her, Selene sat at the edge of the desk, sipping wine.
"Come here."
Ava turned slowly.
"Take it off."
Ava swallowed and began to unzip the back of her dress.
"Look at me while you do it."
She obeyed, holding Selene's gaze as the fabric slid down her body.
"Now the bra."
Selene's breath caught as Ava's breasts spilled free. "You're so beautiful it hurts."
Ava's cheeks flushed. "Thank you."
Selene stood and crossed the distance in three strides. She kissed Ava with unrestrained hunger, hands firm on her hips, guiding her back until she bumped into the desk.
"I'm not gentle," Selene warned.
"I don't want gentle."
That was all it took.
Selene shoved everything off the desk in one sweep—papers, folders, even the wine glass shattered against the floor—and lifted Ava onto it. She spread her legs and sank to her knees, licking a slow, teasing path between Ava's thighs.
Ava cried out, but Selene didn't stop. Her tongue was relentless, her hands anchoring Ava firmly in place. She built her up, tore her down, then built her again, each orgasm more devastating than the last.
"You're mine," Selene whispered, standing again and pressing against her. "Say it."
"I'm yours."
Selene kissed her fiercely.
"You'll never belong to anyone else."
"I don't want to."
[Evening – CEO Dinner Function]
That night, Selene brought Ava to a private dinner party hosted by top executives from across the industry. Ava wore a gown that shimmered with every step. Selene kept one hand on her back the entire evening, staking her claim without words.
People noticed. Whispered. Stared.
Ava didn't care.
When a male executive lingered too long, Selene's grip on her waist tightened. Her voice was velvet and steel.
"She's with me."
That was all it took.
[Back at the Penthouse – Late Night]
Selene closed the door behind them, her eyes dark.
"Strip."
Ava obeyed.
"On the floor. Hands behind your back."
The cool marble sent chills up Ava's spine.
Selene removed her belt slowly. The crack of it against Ava's skin wasn't punishment—it was a promise.
She bound Ava's wrists.
"You trust me?"
"Yes."
Selene walked around her slowly, admiring. "You're the perfect canvas."
And she painted Ava in bruises and kisses and moans.
Every time Ava cried out, Selene whispered, "Louder. Let them hear who owns you."
The night was a blur of dominance. Ava lost count of how many times she cum, how many times Selene made her beg.
"I love you," Ava whispered afterward, trembling.
Selene didn't answer. She just kissed her.
And that was enough.
That was enough sex.
Selene rolled off Ava, her chest rising and falling as she stared at the ceiling. The tension between them had momentarily eased, but Ava could still feel its weight, thick and unresolved. Her body was flushed, still humming from the heat of what had just occurred, but her heart felt conflicted. There was something deeper unraveling beneath the skin.
Ava sat up, pulling the silk sheet with her. "I need a moment."
Selene's eyes flicked over to her. "Regretting it?"
"No," Ava said. "Just… processing."
The CEO smirked faintly, but she didn't push. Instead, she sat up as well and swung her legs off the bed, grabbing the silk robe slung across the armchair. "I'm making coffee. Join me when you're ready."
Ava nodded.
When she entered the open-plan kitchen, the scent of freshly ground beans greeted her. Selene stood barefoot in the morning light, hair up in a loose bun, face bare of makeup. She looked almost… soft.
"I forgot you could look normal," Ava teased.
Selene glanced over. "I'm never normal. Even when I pretend to be."
They sipped coffee in silence. The apartment, sleek and modern, offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. It was quiet. Too quiet.
"Do you do this with everyone?" Ava asked.
Selene arched a brow. "Do what?"
"This. Bring them into your world. Feed them. Dominate them. Let them see you in a robe."
Selene took her time responding. "No. Just you."
Ava looked away. "Why me?"
"Because you didn't break when I pushed you. You melted."
The words sent a shiver down Ava's spine. She couldn't deny it. As intense and possessive as Selene was, she had also made Ava feel seen. Wanted.
"Will it always be like this?" Ava asked. "So… consuming?"
Selene came closer. "Only if you keep craving it."
Ava didn't answer, but her body did. She leaned in. Her lips grazed Selene's. One soft kiss.
That was all they needed.
Later that day, Selene brought her to a new high-rise development site. They walked through the skeletal structure of what would one day be a luxury hotel. Construction workers paused and nodded respectfully as Selene passed. Ava stayed close, amazed by the deference Selene commanded.
"Why bring me here?" Ava asked.
"I wanted you to see what power looks like before it's finished," Selene said. "So you know where you stand."
"And where do I stand?"
Selene smiled slowly. "Beside me. Or beneath me. That depends on the day."
They stopped near an open window overlooking the city. Selene turned to her. "What are you willing to give up for this?"
Ava hesitated. "Everything that doesn't serve me."
"Good answer."
Selene cupped her cheek, thumb brushing Ava's lower lip. "But don't forget, you asked for this. You stepped into my world. I didn't drag you."
"I know."
Selene's phone buzzed. She glanced at it, then frowned.
"Problem?" Ava asked.
"Just business. Come. We have a dinner with investors tonight. Wear something black. Classy. Not too revealing."
Ava nodded.
"And remember…" Selene stepped close, whispering against her ear. "You represent me now. Act accordingly."
The restaurant was upscale, dimly lit, with private booths draped in velvet. Selene arrived first, Ava a few steps behind in a sleek black dress that hugged her curves. Her makeup was sharp, her expression neutral. Every step was calculated.
The investors arrived shortly after. A pair of middle-aged men and one woman in a pinstripe suit. They exchanged pleasantries, sipped expensive wine, and dove into business talk.
Ava stayed quiet until Selene looped her in.
"Ava, tell them about our digital rebranding initiative."
Ava nodded and leaned forward slightly. "We're implementing a complete overhaul of the company's digital identity. Sleek UX interfaces, cohesive visual branding, and personalized AI integration to engage high-net-worth clients. The goal is simple: to make every customer interaction feel tailored, effortless, and luxurious."
The investors looked impressed.
Selene smiled. "She's more than a pretty face."
Ava felt heat rise to her cheeks.
After dessert, Selene excused them both. Outside, under the valet's canopy, she leaned in. "You impressed them."
"I'm glad."
Selene's hand brushed the small of her back. "Now I want to reward you."
Ava's breath caught. "How?"
"Let me show you."
Back at the penthouse, Ava stood in the entryway while Selene poured drinks. The lights were low. Jazz played in the background.
Selene returned, handed her a glass, and motioned toward the sofa. "Sit."
Ava obeyed.
Selene took a sip and then set her drink down. "Strip."
Ava's eyes widened. "Here?"
"Here."
Ava slowly pulled the dress over her head. Selene watched with the intensity of a sculptor studying her work. When Ava was naked, Selene leaned in and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.
"I'm not going to touch you yet," she murmured. "You're going to sit there and wait. Because patience is a virtue I plan to teach you."
Ava whimpered, her legs trembling.
Selene stood. "Tonight, you'll learn that surrender is the ultimate power."
Selene murmured, her fingers tracing the curve of Ava's jaw with a calculated tenderness. Her breath was warm against Ava's ear, but her words—her words were ice.
"You've given it so freely," she continued, pulling back, her face unreadable, eyes a storm behind glass. "But I think... you've grown too comfortable."
Ava's stomach clenched. "What do you mean?"
Selene stepped away, straightening her blouse with slow, precise movements. "I mean this—" she gestured vaguely to the rumpled sheets, to Ava's flushed skin, the scent of sex still heavy in the air, "—is over. For now."
Ava blinked, pushing herself upright, still breathless. "You don't want me?"
"I didn't say that." Selene's tone was sharp, businesslike. "I own you. But I don't need to touch you to prove that."
Ava froze.
Selene walked over to the massive floor-to-ceiling window, her arms folding behind her back. "Starting today, you are not to come to my penthouse after hours. No more morning baths. No more late-night visits. No more slipping out of your panties before work like a desperate little pet." She turned, her eyes gleaming with command. "You'll show up, you'll work, and you will keep your legs closed until I say otherwise."
Ava's breath caught. "You're... punishing me?"
"No," Selene said, walking slowly back to the bed. "I'm reminding you who's in control."
Her voice dropped lower, silk wrapping steel. "You crave my attention. My touch. My approval. But you've started mistaking it for affection."
Ava's face burned, shame and confusion twisting inside her.
"I don't love you, Ava." Selene sat beside her and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Ava's ear, gently. "But I do need you razor sharp. Obsessed with me. Hungry. The moment you grow complacent, you're no longer useful."
Ava bit her lip, nodding slowly, her throat tight.
"So from this moment on," Selene said, standing again, towering over her, "your body is off-limits. You will focus on your tasks. You will excel in every project. You will respond to every command instantly. And when—if—I decide you've earned it again... I'll take you how I want."
Ava couldn't move. Couldn't speak.
"I'll have a driver take you home." Selene walked toward the door, heels clicking like punctuation. "Be at your desk by eight. Not a second late."
She paused at the door.
"Oh. And Ava?"
Ava looked up.
"No touching yourself either. Not once. I'll know."
And with that, she was gone.
Ava sat motionless, wrapped in silence so thick it felt like a second skin.
The door closed behind Selene with a soft click, final and echoing. Her scent still lingered in the air—jasmine, leather, and danger. Ava clutched the sheets to her chest, her skin still buzzing from Selene's touch… yet empty.
The absence hit her like a blow.
No touching.
No visits.
No pleasure.
No Selene.
She looked down at her trembling hands, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Her thighs still ached, her lips swollen, her heart louder than her thoughts. But Selene's words kept slicing through her like glass:
> "I don't love you, Ava."
She repeated it in her mind like a curse. She wanted to hate her. She wanted to scream. But instead, she stood—slowly, shakily—and began to get dressed. There was nothing left to do now but obey.
Because Selene wasn't just her boss.
She was her addiction.
And Ava was already deep in withdrawal.
The Next Morning
Ava arrived at the office at 7:45 sharp.
Hair pinned. Lips glossed. No panties.
It was the first mistake of the day.
Selene entered precisely at eight.
She didn't look at Ava.
Didn't acknowledge her presence.
Didn't say a word.
Just passed by with her signature air of cold control, a perfectly tailored white blouse hugging her figure, heels sharper than ever. Ava's breath caught, but she didn't move.
It was worse than punishment—it was silence.
All day, she worked. Efficiently. Perfectly. Every email, every spreadsheet, every call—flawless. She wanted Selene to notice. To speak. To say good girl or you're mine or just one touch. But the hours dragged by with not even a glance.
At 2:17 PM, she dropped her pen. When she reached down to grab it, her thighs brushed and she felt the phantom ache of Selene's last touch.
> "No touching yourself. I'll know."
The words rang in her head like a threat and a promise.
Three Days Later
She hadn't touched herself once.
Not in the shower.
Not at night.
Not when she woke up soaked in dreams.
The tension built like a scream in her body. Her chest felt tight. Her fingers twitched during meetings. Her eyes would dart toward Selene any chance she got.
And still… nothing.
Selene treated her like any other employee. Sharp. Efficient. Professional.
And Ava was crumbling beneath the mask.
Day Five
Selene called her into her office.
Ava walked in, pulse racing. This was it. She had done everything right. She had obeyed. Endured.
But Selene didn't tell her to kneel. Didn't order her to strip.
She handed her a file.
"Take this to Legal."
Ava froze. "That's it?"
Selene looked up slowly, meeting her eyes. Her voice dropped an octave.
"You want more?"
Ava's breath hitched. "Yes."
Selene stood, rounding the desk. Her perfume hit Ava like a drug.
She leaned in close—too close—and whispered, "Too bad."
And just like that, she turned and dismissed her with a wave.
One Week Later
It got worse.
Ava began fantasizing about Selene during lunch breaks, during elevator rides, during presentations. She couldn't concentrate. She was burning alive with need and no one around her could see it.
Selene watched, occasionally—like she knew Ava was falling apart but refused to throw her a rope.
But Ava couldn't stop.
She couldn't hate her.
She just… wanted her.
Every word Selene spoke, every sharp glance, every click of her heels—it was torture.
End of Week Two
Ava made a mistake in a report.
Selene called her in, standing by the window as Ava approached with trembling fingers and a bowed head.
"I asked for perfection, Ava."
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
Selene turned slowly. "I didn't excuse you to fail just because I'm not inside you."
Ava's breath caught.
Selene stalked closer, lifting her chin with two fingers. "Do I need to punish you?"
Ava's knees nearly buckled. "Yes—please."
Selene smirked… and let her go.
"Not yet."
Monday Morning
By now, Ava was a shell of the girl who first walked into Selene's office weeks ago—bold, sharp-tongued, curious.
She no longer flirted with danger. She served it.
And Selene knew it.
In the office, Selene was colder than ever. Her messages to Ava were clipped, direct. Her gaze rarely lingered. There were no accidental touches, no whispered filth behind closed doors, no heated stares across glass partitions.
Just silence.
Controlled, calculated, deafening silence.
And Ava?
She'd become addicted to the silence too. Waiting for it to break.
Wednesday
Three weeks without release.
Three weeks of Selene ignoring her like she hadn't broken Ava open night after night with her voice and hands and body.
Ava was raw.
Her senses heightened. She noticed every subtle movement. The tap of Selene's fingers. The curve of her smirk when speaking to someone else. The way she slipped her heels off under her desk around 2 PM.
She watched. She listened.
She learned her.
And when she got home, she screamed into her pillow because Selene had rewired her so completely she didn't even remember what it was like not to ache.
Friday, 6:06 PM
Everyone else had gone home.
Ava was the only one left, finishing reports in the near-dark. Her fingers trembled on the keyboard. She typed nonsense, erased it, typed again. Her brain was fogged with need. She had to feel something—anything.
That's when the door opened.
Selene stood there, looking like sin dipped in satin.
No words.
She stepped into the room slowly and locked the door behind her with a soft click.
Ava stood, heart slamming against her ribs. "Miss Black—"
Selene didn't speak. She walked over and lifted Ava's chin with one finger, studying her like a painting.
"You haven't touched yourself."
"No."
"You haven't disobeyed."
"No."
"You've worked, perfectly."
Ava's voice trembled. "I have."
Selene smiled—a dark, twisted thing that felt like lightning across Ava's spine.
"Good," she said.
Then she slapped her.
Open palm. Firm. Across the cheek.
Ava gasped—not in pain, but in shock. Her knees almost buckled.
"You wanted punishment," Selene said, tilting Ava's face to inspect the redness blooming on her skin. "There. You've got one."
Ava stared at her, dazed.
"Strip."
Her fingers obeyed before her mind caught up. She tore her blouse open, skirt slipping down, breath coming in shallow pants.
Selene didn't touch her. She walked around her, slowly, like a panther circling prey.
"Have you learned your place yet?"
"Yes, Miss Black."
"Say it again."
Ava looked her dead in the eyes, flushed and naked and trembling.
"I belong to you, Miss Black."
Selene grabbed her by the throat—not to choke, but to remind. To control.
"And if I tell you to wait another month?"
"I'll obey."
"And if I tell you I'll never touch you again?"
Ava's voice cracked. "I'll still be yours."
Selene's breath hitched. For the first time in weeks, emotion flickered behind her eyes.
She leaned in, lips brushing Ava's ear.
"Then maybe you deserve a reward."
Ava whimpered.
But Selene stepped back.
"Next week. Maybe."
Then she turned and left her standing there—naked, humiliated, and even more in love.
Ava was on time. Hair slicked back. Makeup perfect. Lips glossed like they were meant to be kissed—or bitten. Her dress hugged her like second skin, sharp heels clicking across marble floors like a drumroll announcing her descent into madness.
But Selene didn't look at her.
Not once.
Not even when Ava handed her the daily reports, fingers brushing against hers for a heartbeat too long. Not even when Ava bent low to plug in the projector during a morning meeting—giving Selene a full, unholy view of the backless dress she wore with no bra underneath.
Nothing.
Selene was a fortress. Icy. Composed.
But Ava knew better. She knew that stillness wasn't indifference—it was control. And that control was cracking.
---
Wednesday – 1:30 PM
The boardroom was packed. Executives. Investors. Interns.
Selene stood at the head of the table, speaking clearly about third-quarter revenue projections, but her eyes…
Her eyes kept flicking to Ava.
Ava, who was seated on the other end, her blouse just one button too low, her legs crossed slowly, deliberately.
The tension between them was nuclear.
And then—
"I need someone to take notes directly beside me," Selene said suddenly, her voice cold.
A pause. Then—
"Ava."
Everyone turned.
Ava stood silently and walked over, heels loud in the hush, hips swaying with sinful confidence. She sat beside Selene, opened her notepad, and waited.
But Selene didn't speak.
Instead, she leaned close, brushing Ava's ear with her breath. "You're playing with fire, little lamb."
Ava's heart pounded so hard she almost dropped the pen.
Selene continued her presentation without missing a beat.
But under the table, her hand fell to Ava's thigh.
A long, slow stroke. Barely there.
Ava didn't move. She wrote every word with flawless focus, even as Selene's fingers climbed higher, parting her legs ever so slightly…
And then they were gone.
The meeting ended. Selene stood, impassive, collected.
"Ava," she said. "You're dismissed."
No explanation. No reward.
Only the growing ache inside Ava that burned hotter every second.
---
Friday – 5:59 PM
Ava waited by the window in Selene's office. The skyline lit up in soft orange hues. Her chest rose and fell with each sharp breath.
She hadn't been touched in weeks.
And she'd never wanted it more.
Selene entered precisely at 6:00 PM.
She walked over, circled Ava once, then again.
"You've done well," she said softly.
Ava nodded. "Thank you, Miss Black."
"But you're becoming greedy."
Ava flinched. "I'm sorry."
Selene tsked. "Not yet, you're not."
She stepped forward, hands slipping into Ava's hair, yanking her head back—not roughly, but commandingly.
"You look at me like I belong to you."
Ava's breath caught.
Selene smirked. "Let me remind you."
And then her lips crashed into hers.
Not tender. Not slow. It was a kiss meant to punish, to possess. Their mouths collided, tongues battling for dominance, teeth scraping lips. Selene pushed Ava back against the desk and kissed her until Ava was shaking.
Then Selene pulled away.
"No orgasms," she whispered. "Just my kiss. That's all you get this week."
Ava gasped. "Please—"
But Selene slapped her thigh sharply. "What did I say?"
"No orgasms," Ava whispered, eyes glazed. "Just your kiss."
Selene leaned in again, brushing their noses together.
"You'll thank me one day."
And then—like she always did—she was gone.