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It didn’t even take a second—before you could react, before you could even think, a heavy step thudded toward you, and the closet door was wrenched open.

And there she was.

Madam Medarda stood tall above you, her bronze skin slick with sweat, hair a wild mess, jaw tight and eyes sharp with something between shock and confusion as she loomed over your cowering form.

It was like time had stopped when your gaze meet. Your entire life flashed before your eyes in a single second. You couldn’t breathe. And then—suddenly—you weren’t on the ground anymore.

You were sitting. In a chair.

Rigid. Stiff as a corpse.

Across from you loomed the massive bed, the scene still burned into your mind. Your head hung low, eyes fixed on the floor, your whole body trembling with a sick, burning mix of shame and fear. You glanced at the door—it was shut tight. You were trapped. Trapped in the room between two women whose presence alone felt like it could crush you and pointing looks at you.

You could feel their eyes. Was it confusion, anger, surprise? You didn’t know anymore—you didn’t have the courage to look up, to meet their gaze.

Madam Medarda face was in shock, still trying to process it all: her assistant, hiding in her private collection, caught sneaking into her quarters... maybe even watching her have sex with her business partner.

The silence was unbearable, thick enough to choke on. You kept your eyes on the floor, wishing you could melt into it. You wanted to cry out of your humilating action. Your heart pounded like it was trying to claw its way out of your chest. You wished it could. You wished it would. Anything would’ve been better fate than this. Right now, all you wanted was to disappear and die.

From your peripheral vision, you could see Madam Ambessa standing near you, arms crossed. She wasn’t even fully dressed—just a lacy bra with pants—and it was so distracting. You hated that your eyes kept drifting, hated yourself more for even thinking it: She looks hot.

You couldn’t see much clearly from the closet earlier. But now? Now she was right beside you, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin.

And with nothing on but that lace bra… God.

She looked insane. Strong. Sexy. Her abs were tight, defined, the kind that only came from years of discipline. Her chest rose and fell slowly, deliberately, and her skin glowed under the soft lighting. You never expected her to be this ripped, this built, not under those sharp suits and perfectly tailored jackets.

And it made your mouth go dry.

Stop — you scolded yourself. Haven’t you learned your damn lesson already?

Meanwhile Sevika was still sprawled against the headboard. She reached under the drawer, pulled out a lighter, and lit a cigarette with the same lazy calm she always had. Completely unbothered. Watching you through the smoke like you were some new kind of entertainment. You didn’t dare look at her. You couldn’t. There was already too much on your plate. One more look, one more word, and you weren’t sure you’d hold it together.

You wince when you heard your boss sighed shifting you back to reality.. You look like a criminal now. A small rabbit between two large preditor. Caught in the act, guilty and you don’t know what to do—what sick, desperate part of you ever thought this could be justified? which literally you cannot. No excuses. No justifications could ever forgive this. Just shame.

"Explain yourself, child.." Madam Medarda began.

Her voice was sharp—clipped with anger—but it wasn’t how she was that got to you. It was the weight behind every word. Like each syllable was a verdict. You bit your lip, trying to stay still, but your heart was going wild in your chest. You’d never heard Madam this angry before. Not like this. And the way how her brows keep on twitching made you more nervous and scared for your life.

"You didn’t just cross into my quarters that I explicitly forbade...." Her caramel eyes narrowed, she took a single step closer "You touched what was not yours to touch. But worse than all of that… You saw something that was never meant for you to see. Now explain yourself child, what part of stay out didn’t you understand? I didn't know you were this... unprofessional? ”

You drop your head, sinking into the chair—your limbs trembling, hands gripping on your pants so tightly your knuckles turned white. Desperation twists your tongue as you scramble for words.

“I—I swear, Madam I wasn’t—I didn’t mean to—!”

Bang.

She slammed her hand down on the top rail of the chair, her palm flat against the carved wood. The sound cracked through the room like thunder.

You flinched so violently you nearly fell out of the chair.

“Do you have any idea what kind of risk you’ve put yourself in?” Ambessa said, her voice sharp, like a blade held just inches from your throat. “What you saw—what you heard— listen to me dear that kind of knowledge comes with a price dearly..”

You couldn’t even meet her eyes. Your chest beating loudly, heart pounding to your throat, and your vision blurred with tears.

“Medarda,” Sevika’s voice cut in from behind. She sounded amused, but not unkind. “Ease up. You’re scaring the poor little thing.”

But it was too late. The pressure, the fear, the overwhelming shame—it all cracked open at once. You broke into tears.

“I-i’m sorry—I’m so sorry—” you choked out, shoulders shaking as you finally broke down in sobs. “I-i didn’t mean to—I wasn’t trying to break in—I just—” You hiccupped, unable to stop the tears now. You look like a fool right now which was tecnically your fault in the first place. “I just needed your signature. I wasn’t thinking. I—I panicked.”

Ambessa didn’t say anything right away. You could feel her still watching you. Judging every word. Every breath. You were terrified now.

“I suppose you’ll sell this information.”

Your sobbing stopped for a second—not because the panic had faded, but because her words had stunned you. Your brows furrow, unsure what she really meant.

“A scandal like this?” Ambessa continued. “Imagine the headlines: Medarda, fucking her business partner. Who knows what the board, the employees, and my people would think about this… ”

She let the silence stretch, just long enough to make your stomach knot.

“And let’s not forget… her little hobby..” She arched a brow, a low chuckle followed, humorless. “A collection of sex toys and straps who knows where she would use it for..That’s the kind of story people pay for, little one. And some pay a hell of a lot more to make sure it get told just to bring me down”

“No!” you gasped. Your head jerked up, eyes wide, soaked with tears. “I would never—never, I swear to you—I would never do that to you!”

Ambessa’s eyes narrowed slightly. Didn't believe you any longer? She practically lost her fate on you which make your heart ache. And that hurt more, because no matter what you said now… it might never matter to her anymore.

You shook your head violently, “I-i know what I did was wrong. I invaded your privacy, I crossed the line—I’m awful, I know I am, and I’ll take whatever punishment you give me, but that? Selling you out? That’s a whole different level. I could never—I would never do that to you madam.”

You were practically pleading now, willing to do whatever it took for her forgiveness—but what else could you offer? You had nothing, nothing that could make this right. Your hands trembled as you gripped your pants, holding on like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart.

You regretted coming in—God, you really regretted it. Maybe it would’ve been better to just let the deal fall through. Maybe then you could’ve been spared, since it was technically boss fault for not answering your calls in the first place. But you didn’t have the strength to say that.

Not now. Not with Madam looking at you like that.

“I’m loyal to you,” you said, barely above a whisper, your voice cracking as your sob continue to slipped out. “Even now. I’m really sorry, ma’am… I didn’t mean to—” The words caught in your throat, swallowed by the shame curling in your chest.

Ambessa stood still for a moment, arms crossed, her shadow cast long across the floor as you sat there, broken and shaking. The silence stretched, your sobs the only sound filling the heavy air.

Then her voice came, low and cold.

“Get up, child.”

You blinked up through tear-blurred eyes.

“Go to the office,” she continued, “Pack your things. You’re fired.”

Your heart dropped.

No.

No, no, no—this couldn’t be happening.

Ambessa turned slightly, as if to walk away, then muttered over her shoulder, “I’m still debating whether or not to file a charge before you sell me to the tabloids..”

That horrified you.

“No—please—please, Madam!” You shot up from the chair so fast your legs wobbled, and you stumbled, falling to the floor—but you didn’t get up. Eyes wide and raw with desperation, you looked up at your boss. “Please don’t do this—I can’t lose this job—please…”

You knew she was being harsh—but how could she do this?

You didn’t spend half a decade working under her, giving her everything, just for her to assume the worst. You’d been by her side almost every day, long enough to build something that felt like trust.

Was that not enough? Did she really not see how important she was to you? How much she mattered? The thought stung more—like all that time meant nothing to her. You couldn't afford to be jobless and receive charges at the same time.

“I have nothing else—I’ve barely paid off my student loan, I send money back home to my family they depends on me. You know that well madam—I don’t have anything else—”

You place your knees and press your forehead to the floor.

“I-i’ll stay quiet. I’ll never breathe a word. I’ll act like none of this ever happened—just—just let me stay, please, please.”

She said nothing.

“I’ll do anything.”

That made Ambessa stop on her track.

“I don’t care anymore,” you whispered, voice trembling but clear. “If I have to give you everything to keep my place here—then take it. My loyalty, my body, my soul. I don’t care. I owe you. I betrayed your trust. You know me maam i won't ever sell you out..''

Madam Ambessa Medarda was the kind of person who valued trust above everything. You knew that—God, you knew that. She’d drilled it into your head over the years, again and again, until it stuck like a brand.

And now you’d broken that trust.

There were no second chances with her. No forgiveness once the line was crossed. You understood why she was being harsh and merciless. It didn’t make it hurt any less—but at least you knew where it was coming from.

For a second, there was only silence.

“‘Anything,’ huh?” a voice butt in echoed into the silent room.

You flinched.

You didn’t dare look—until you heard the mattress creak, followed by her slow, deliberate steps. Each one thudded until a pair of feet stopped right in front of you. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

Sevika.

“Look at me,” she said, voice low.

You lifted your face, but your eyes quickly darted away the second you realized—she was barely dressed. Just a loose pair of boxer shorts hanging low on her hips. Everything else was bare. You can see every line of her tan skin and muscle. Her breasts were right there, exposed and inches away from your face, making your cheeks burn with heat.

You can smell the scent of sweat, smoke, and her intimate scent—clung to her skin.

“I-I think you forgot to change, ma’a—”

You didn’t get to finish.

A rough, calloused hand grabbed your chin, fingers wrapping around your jaw. She tilted your face up, forcing your to meet her eyes. You winced, pulse raced, wild and panicked.

Then she exhaled. A slow stream of smoke right into your face. You coughed, choking into your sleeve as your eyes watered—partly from the sting, partly from the tears already building. You didn’t pull away. You didn’t even try. You just sat there, held in place, looking like an obedient dog.

And then Sevika smirk. That slow, knowing kind of smile, deepened by a flicker of mischief in her eyes.

“So,” she said to Ambessa, her eyes flicked across your face “this is the little assistant you kept going on about? I never noticed she was actually this cute whenever I visited your office.''

You flinched slightly as her fingers brushed your cheek, wiping away a tear—and then, slowly, she dragged her finger to her lips, making your heart toud loudly. You don't know what happening anymore but with that casual move shifted the whole atmostphere too intimate making you exhales harshly.

Ambessa’s voice cut through. “Sevika, stop this. That’s not what we’re discussing now.”

Sevika simply chuckled. Ignoring Ambessa's word.

“You know, sweetheart,” she said, her voice dripping with sly amusement. “Your boss here isn’t quite as modest boss you look up into as you think she is. Behind that professional image of hers… she’s got some interesting pastime. And I’m sure you’ve known that now and got your own curiosities, don’t you?”

Your breath catches in your throat as her hand shift higher, her rough palm against your lips carresing it. You swallow hard. Her words barely process you.

''What do you think...'' She added.

You blinked, still processing—caught somewhere between confusion, anxiety, you feel like your on fire, wanton and unable to stop you started to feel hot.. The silence stretched..

“I…” Your voice wavered at first, but you swallowed and straightened a little. “E-even if my boss… does,” you said carefully, bravely glancing toward Ambessa.“I-i don’t have the right to judge. Everyone has their own hobbies. Their own lives outside work. That’s not for me to question.”

None of this really changed how you saw your boss. Well—maybe a little. She was an adult in her prime fully in control of her own wants. She could explore her sexuality however she pleased.

And honestly? Who were you to judge?

Sevika’s brow ticked up, grin curving.. “Hmph. what a good girl”

She rose back to her full height, stretching slightly as she did, then turned away with a short chuckle. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. But before you could get your bearings again.

“So why are you really here, little secretary?” Sevika asked.

You kneel slowly, sitting on your foot and trying to keep your voice steady. “I-it’s about the Summit Core deal. The preliminary plan needed Madam Ambessa’s signature before ten tonight. I-i -tried calling the whole day, I really did. But when she didn’t answer and I remembered she said she’d be here… I didn’t know what else to do.”

You turned to Madam Ambessa now, eyes pleading. “I wouldn’t have stepped foot in here if it wasn’t urgent. I know I overstepped. But that contract—it’s a million-dollar deal. If it falls through…”

Your voice trailed off, heavy with implication.

Ambessa hadn’t said a word yet. Her arms were still crossed, her eyes dark with unreadable thought. But Sevika didn’t give her the chance.

“Sounds like a lot of pressure for a Sunday. I did remind my secretary to get it to me by ten, as urgently as possible. Forgive me—it’s also our fault you got caught up in me and Ambessa’s mess. We had a little fun and forgot about the other things,” she muttered, then walked back toward the bed, reaching for her shirt but not bothering to put it on.

Ambessa’s silence lingered as she absorbed Sevika’s words and explanation.

“So?” Sevika pressed, looking between the two of you now. “What’s it gonna be? Gonna scold her some more or maybe—just maybe—we forget about it tonight?”

Ambessa’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Sevika…” she warned.

Sevika just shrugged, flopping lazily onto the bed again, one arm behind her head. “I’m just saying. She’s loyal. Honest. Stupid brave, walking into a lion’s den like this.'' She tilted her head, eyes still on Ambessa. “If you do fire her, you wouldn’t mind me taking her, right?” A slow smirk tugged at her lips. “Come on, big bear, give cutie pie a chance, yeah?”

That last part earned her a look from Ambessa. They locked eyes—silent, tense, unreadable. You couldn’t tell if they were fighting or communicating on some strange wavelength only they understood. But they didn’t look away. Not for a long moment.

Ambessa finally sighed and uncrossed her arms.

“Where is the file?”

You blinked, swallowing down the rush of nerves clawing at your throat. It took everything in you not to grin like an idiot. Instead, you stood up quickly—too quickly—and scrambled toward the closet.

Their eyes followed you the whole way.

Your cheeks burned as you opened the closet door, forcing yourself not to glance at anything you shouldn’t. You spotted the folder, grabbed it and turned back around. Holding it out with both hands to Madam, you offered it like a peace treaty.

Ambessa took the folder without a word, her fingers brushing against yours— the contact immedatly sending a shiver straight through your body. Madam noticed.

She stopped mid-step, staring down at you, eyes narrowing just slightly. You felt your cheeks heat up instantly, burning under her gaze. You looked away, unable to hold it, your heart thumping your chest all over again.

Then she turned away, steping toward her vanity table.

You don't know what gone into you but you felt like all the nerves and anxiety in your body disappear. You didn’t even realize you were glancing at Sevika until you caught her staring right back at you. Her expression unreadable, dark and a smug grin. At first, you don't like her. She, always bringing chaos into Madam’s office. But right now? You just wanted to kiss and thank her for what she done. You felt indepted for her kindness or was it really out of kindness.

A loud thud snapped you out of your mind, yanking you back to reality. Madam had slammed the file onto the table, hard and deliberate. You flinched, instinctively looking up—only to lock eyes with her.

Her gaze was dark. Unreadable. And terrifying.

Your whole body shivered under it.

She started walking back toward you. You panicked, stepping back without thinking—until your leg caught on the edge of a chair and you dropped into it with a soft, awkward thump. Now seated, you barely reached her chest. She towered over you, a wall of heat and authority and raw power. You didn’t dare breathe.

“D-Did I… perhaps say something to upset you?” your voice barely holding together.

Ambessa’s right brow arched sharply. You didn’t have time to brace yourself before her large warm hand moved coming to rest on your neck. The touch was sudden, and it stole the breath straight out of your lungs.

You went stiff, every nerve lighting up as her fingers brushed over your skin. It was the first time she'd ever touched you like this, and it felt… intimate. Too intimate. The air felt too thick to breathe. You couldn't help a lump traveled down to your throat.

“M-Madam…” you whispered.

“You said,” Ambessa murmured, her voice low and deliberate, “that you would do anything.”

You froze. You didn’t answer—couldn’t—not when her fingers drifted lower, tracing just along your collarbone. The contact was enough to short-circuit every thought in your head.

“Or were you bluffing, little one?” she asked. “Trying to buy your way out of trouble? Don’t feel too relieved just because Sevika helped you out. You still have a price to pay...”

You swallowed, hard. “I meant it,” you managed to say.

Ambessa tilted her head, watching you carefully. “Did you?” she said, one brow lifting again.

Your voice cracked as you nodded. “Y-Yes. I… I meant it.”

That made her smile—just a little. But it was the kind of smile that made your stomach twist. The kind that told you this wasn’t over. Not even close.

And then her tone shifted “Were you watching the whole time?”

The question hit like a jolt.

Your cheeks burned instantly, heat blooming across your skin. You looked away, but your eyes met Sevika’s across the room—still on the bed, one leg draped lazily over the edge, her expression unreadable.

Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Yes,” you admitted. “I was. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to— It wasn’t my intention to disrespect either of you.”

Ambessa tilted her head, hand still resting against your chest. “But you did see,” she said softly. “All of it.”

You nodded once, embarrassed beyond belief, your throat dry, heart pounding in your ears.

“Did you like what you saw, little one?” she asked, her voice low—measured.

You froze. The question hit harder than expected. Out of all the things she could’ve said, that wasn’t what you thought would come out of her mouth.

You didn’t answer right away. You couldn’t. What were you even supposed to say? Or maybe… maybe you were just too scared to admit it out loud..

You bet both of them already knew that you were watching the whole thing. Every second, eyes wide, unblinking—caught in the moment, too stunned, too enthralled to look away. You hadn’t missed a thing. Liked it every second and more than you wanted to admit. Liked it enough that the thought of touching yourself in that cramped, hidden space had flickered through your mind like a dirty girl. Getting turned on as her boss making out.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t want to answer. But the silence said enough. The way your eyes dropped, the heat burning across your face. Your breathing was uneven now, chest shaking with every exhale. Your legs squirmed, immediately caught how both of their attention.

“I asked… did you like what you saw?” Ambessa repeated herself, slower this time.

It took you a moment. Then you gave the smallest of nods.

But she didn’t move. Her brows narrowed, dissatisfied.

“Use your words, little one.”

The air in your lungs thinned. You could feel Sevika's gaze as well, heavier now, as if waiting for your answer just as much as Ambessa. You didn't want to further upset your boss.

“I… I did,” you said finally, your voice hoarse, barely more than a whisper. “I liked it.”

It's like all the validation on Madam medarda eyes shifted in that words. Her eyes darken before a smirk grace her lustful lips. She straighten to her full height, before turning her head slightly toward Sevika.

“Come here, Sevika” Ambessa said, her voice commanding.

Sevika raised an eyebrow, clearly wanted to respond with one of her usual barbed comebacks but she didn't. With a low huff and a lopsided grin, she pushed off the bed.

She paused beside Ambessa, her arms crossed loosely, a casual air about her—unbothered by her naked form, her breasts on full display. It was almost as if she wore her body like armor, proud and confident. The flush on your face deepened as your eyes involuntarily followed the curve of her figure. How could she not be confident, when every inch of her seemed sculpted, perfectly defined? Both she and your boss were not just beautiful—they were stunning, a rare combination of strength and allure that left you breathless.

Ambessa looked back to you. “I bet you didn’t really see it clearly,” she said softly. “You were too busy hiding. Too busy not to make a sound and get caught, right?”

You didn’t know how to respond. You weren’t sure if she was shaming you, but the humiliation still sat heavy in your gut—yet it was no longer the only thing you felt.

Ambessa’s gaze didn’t falter.

“Watch carefully this time.”

You weren’t sure if you’d heard it right, but before you could process, Madam stepped forward without a word. Then, to your surprise, she knelt, one knee touching the polished black floor as she lowered herself right in front of Sevika.

Your chest hammered, your breath caught. You had no idea where this was all heading, but the look in Madam’s eyes—filled with desire and lust—made your resolve falter.

Then she reached out, dragging Sevika’s boxer shorts down. Your heart immedately jumped. That made you slam your eyes snap close before looking away. Your heart pounded in your chest like it was trying to break out. Trying to process what the hell they were doing.

“Look here, little dove,” Sevika said, her voice low and dangerous. Completely amuse by your reaction.

You felt her fingers under your chin guiding you. You resisted for a second—then gave in, your eyes slowly opening.

“Look what your boss can do,” she murmured.

And there you saw Sevika was now bare naked away from her last fabric. Her bronzy skin glistering on the warm light. Her muscle all define and firm. Her perky and sensitive tits proudly stood on her chest. And down on her, her right thigh was lifted up on Ambessa's shoulder.

Your breath was caught when on saw Sevika bare glistening shave pussy with triangle trim hair on top. She was so wet. And you could not help but stare. You catch your boss eyes before she smirk and proceed to lick and sucking Sevika pussy and big clit. Which earned her a moan before Sevika grabbed Ambessa scalp, shoving her mouth deeper into her cunt. Shoving her all the way before her head throw back moaning.

'Fuck yess. devour my cunt' Sevika moaned.

Ambessa throw a tongue before she backs away. 'You taste so fucking good..'"

You sat there, jaw hung open frozen in shock and disbelief, unable to tear your eyes away as you watched the your boss devouring sevika's pussy practically the two making out right in front of your face. While you remain seated watching this two hot buff woman.

Your throat went dry, and your thighs instinctively clenched. It was clear now—this was no accident. They intended for you to watch, this time without hiding, without peeking from the shadows, no more secret glances. You were meant to witness everything as they satisfied each other, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you'd be able to stay sane—and composed—the whole thing.

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The elevator ride to the top floor was silent. You watched the numbers on the panel climb, each second dragging before the occasional ding shattered the silence. Your grip tightened around the folder in your arms—the one containing a crucial document that needed your boss’s immediate response.

You had been Ambessa Medarda’s secretary for five years, and if there was one thing you knew so much about your boss, was that she's a perfectionist, she did not tolerate incompetence. Yet, now you had made a grave mistake. A crucial document—one she needed to sign—had completely slipped your mind. And now, here you were, standing outside her penthouse on a Sunday—her day off.

Way to go, self. You’re dead the second she lays eyes on you.

This wasn’t like you. You were a competent secretary—sharp, efficient, the kind people envied for your flawless work. The very reason why you survive for five years. Damn perfect at your job. But ever since your twelve-year-old cat was sent to the vet, you’d been struggling to balance everything while taking care of him.

And now, here you were.

If this had been something minor, you would have brushed it aside—waited until tomorrow to deal with it. But it wasn’t. This was a million-dollar contract. People’s jobs were on the line—their livelihoods. Your job. Maybe even your life. The last thing you needed was to be fired and left jobless in this economy.

You reached her door—the only room at the top of the building. A sleek black panel with a high-tech lock. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but your heart pounded mercilessly against your ribs. You felt like shit.

Your boss wasn’t just strict—she was ruthless. A demon hiding behind that beautiful face, a wolf in silk and steel. She's the scariest woman you know, and now, you were about to knock on her door with nothing but a mistake and an apology.

Swallowing hard, you pressed the doorbell.

Silence.

You waited, adjusting your posture, trying to calm the nerves. You rang again.

Still nothing.

"Madam Medarda?" you called out, voice firm but edged with hesitation.

You rang the doorbell. No response.

Frowning, you tried again, letting you knuckles rap against the sleek surface door this time. You glance at the camera at the ceiling waving your hand hoping it would grab her attention.

“Madam Medarda? It’s me.”

Silence.

You checked the time. You couldn't afford to wait. The deadline was closing in, and without her signature, the entire deal could collapse. If only they didn't have a persistent business partner this time. Urgh..

A sigh escaped you as you reached into your pocket, pulling out the spare key she had entrusted you with for emergencies. This certainly counted as one. Your fingers hesitated on the handle—Madam Medarda valued her privacy, and even with her trust, stepping into her home uninvited felt like crossing a line.

But you had no choice.

Sliding the key in, you turned the lock. The door clicked open. The first thing you noticed was her favorite red heels. She was here. Then why wasn’t she answering?

You step inside. The penthouse was a world of its own—immaculate, luxurious, the kind of wealth most people could only dream of. The floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the space in soft, warm light, the midnight skyscraper stretching endlessly beyond the glass. The air smelled faintly of expensive cologne and aged whiskey, a scent that clung to the very essence of the woman who lived here. No matter how many times you had been here, you could never quite get used to it.

You closed the door behind you, your heels muffled by the plush rug as you ventured further in. "Madam Medarda?" you called again, your voice echoed back by the sheer space of the place.

Still nothing.

Your grip on the folder tightened. Where was she?

Your mind raced back to her schedule. Sunday—empty. She had specifically told you yesterday that she would be here, and didn’t want to be disturbed. You wouldn’t have even thought about coming if she had just picked up her phone. You have emailed her the soft copy but didn't get any response, and her phone had been silent.

It wasn’t like her.

Your mind ran through possibilities as you checked the kitchen—pristine, untouched. The gym where she mostly spend her free time, training. But now, the room was empty. The punching bag hung still, the dumbbells neatly racked. The scent of faint sweat and metal lingered, but it was clear no one had been here for hours.

Your unease grew.

You checked her office next. Papers were stacked in perfect order. Even the chair was pushed in as though she had left everything undisturbed.

It was too empty. Every space you searched empty. Maybe she was really out?

That left only one place.

Your gaze lifted toward the mezzanine floor above. The master bedroom.

Your fingers curled around the folder in your hands hesitating, it felt invasive, disrespectful even, but… what if something had happened? She wouldn’t ignore an emergency. Taking a breath, you steeled yourself and ascended the staircase, each step echoed. Reaching the top, you hesitated before the door.

Then, with quiet resolve, swallowing, you knocked lightly.

“Madam Medarda?”

Silence.

Your pulse quickened.

You knocked again, louder this time. “Madam, it’s me.”

Still nothing.

You didn’t have the courage to open the door. This was her personal space—crossing that boundary felt wrong. She also strictly instructed that no one is allowed inside. But what if something had happened to her? She was an older woman, in her sixties, even if she looked nothing like it. What if she had tripped in the bathroom? Had a heart attack or something?

Your eyes widened with concern.

Your heart pounded as you pushed the bedroom door open, half-expecting. But the room was just as pristine as the rest of the penthouse. No boss.

It was your first time seeing her bedroom. Black and deep red dominated the space, a striking contrast of power and luxury. The king-sized bed was immaculately made, the silk sheets untouched. Heavy velvet curtains were drawn back, revealing the vast cityscape below. And oh god it smell so good in here.

But there was no sign of your boss.

Your breath hitched as you hurried toward the en-suite bathroom, pushing the door open with mounting anxiety.

Empty.

You exhaled, relief washing over you. Maybe she was just out. Maybe she was with friends.

…Wait.

Does she even have friends?

You checked your watch—8:10 PM. Where the hell could she be?

Your grip tightened around the folder in your hands. The document needed her signature before ten, but you still had a few arrangements to make after that.. You exhaled sharply, forcing yourself to stay calm. Pulling out your phone, you redialed her number, pacing back and forth. The call rang, but there was still no answer. The silence only made your anxiety spike further.

Then—something caught your eye. A faint glimmer of light, just at the corner of the room.

Your brows furrowed as you glanced around. The room was empty—so it was just you in here. Is that a camera? Your heels clicked against the floor as you turned toward it. Small, barely noticeable, but it was there. But the way it flickered against the dim lighting grabbed your attention. Should you leave it? Maybe you were overstepping—prying into things that weren’t your business. You should stop being nosy and just leave the room. Focus on finding her.

But your feet stayed planted.

Curiosity gnawed at you. Beside what worse could it be? right?

Slowly, you pulled the cabinet open.

But the moment your eyes registered what you were looking at, your entire body froze. Your jaw dropped. The folder in your hands slipped through your fingers, hitting the floor with a quiet thud.

“Holy—” You barely managed to stifle the curse, slapping a hand over your mouth as heat rushed to your face.

Rows of neatly arranged sex toys filled the cabinet. Leather, silicone, metal—each item meticulously placed, organized by size, color, and, judging by the different harnesses folded at the side.

Mostly strap-ons… and there were so many. And was perfectly maintained.

You blinked. Then blinked again, your body paralyze as if maybe your brain had conjured this up in some fevered hallucination. But no—the collection was very real. A fresh wave of heat flushed up your neck as your mind betrayed you, painting lewd images started to grace your mind.

''S-shit...''

You had always known your boss as a workaholic—ruthlessly efficient, with little patience for nonsense. She hate useless people and embodied the very definition of a strong, professional woman. The idea of her indulging in this kind of pleasure? You had never once considered it. You even though she hate sex since she was basically married to her job.

You exhaled slowly, pressing your lips together to silence any more wayward thoughts. A warmth crept up your legs. She's a dom. Of course she’d be the type to take charge, you couldn't imagine a person knocking your boss out. And you weren’t gonna judge. Everyone had their preferences and hobby. It just so happened that your boss—the most perfect strict woman you had ever known—had this particular… taste.

But then, an image flashed through your mind. Her in those straps, mercilessly pounding—

NO—!!

What the hell were you doing?! That was your boss. Seriously? Yes, you had a secret crush on her—who wouldn’t? Half the women in the office did. She was tall, older, powerful, sexy as sin, and filthy rich. But this? This was too much.

Goodness… stop it.

You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to steady the storm inside your head. Calm down. Get it together. This has to stop. Let's just pretend you didn’t see anything, forget about it, and get the hell out of here. You reached down, to pick up your folder. You needed to leave this cabinet alone before your boss arrive. But your body froze and your ear perk up. The sound of the penthouse door close thud echoed through the space.

Your entire body ran cold.

Shit. Are you kidding me?

The sound of the penthouse door sent a jolt of panic straight through you, but now—now you could hear the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps. Not just one pair. Two. Comin in your direction.

Your mind barely had time to spiral. Your boss wasn’t alone.

The realization hit you like a freight train. What to do? what to do?!

If she found you here—inside her private bedroom, inside here with her cabinet of secrets—there would be no explaining yourself. Not only had you trespassed into her personal space, but you had also stumbled upon something you were never meant to see.

Your panicking. Pulling your hair you look around looking for a place to hide but everthing was spot on. Your body moved before your mind could even process a proper escape plan. You snatched the folder from the floor, and shoved yourself inside the cabinet, tucking yourself into the bottom shelf just as you pulled the door shut.

Then—

BANG.

The bedroom door slammed open.

You clenched your jaw, pressing a hand over your mouth as heavy boots crossed the threshold. From your cramped hiding spot, you could barely breathe. You barely swallowed a gasp as you scrambled backward, pressing yourself as tightly as you could against the back of the cabinet.

Then came the voices. Low grunt and breathy, needy moan into the room.

“—been waiting all day for this,” a unfamilliar woman voice.

“You’re impatient. Little one..” Your boss voice response with a deep chuckle..

Your body froze with your eyes widen holding your breath so that you can't make a single sound. You shouldn’t be here.. Your cheeks heat up, your face burning. Please, this can't be happening. The rustling of clothes fills the air, followed by the creak of the bed. Your breath hitches as a series of moans began to echo through the room. You can't believe it—you’re secretly listening to your boss having sex while hiding among her collection. You whimper and your legs started to squirm.

Your breathing starts to hitch as you hear those horny moans. The door is closed, and you don’t dare to move. All the worries about the paper vanish, replaced by panic—how are you supposed to get out of this situation? You definitely don’t plan on hearing them the entire night. Unless… you’re willing to stay hidden in this shelf for the rest of the day.

Please be done already.

"Let me get my stap—" You heard Ambessa’s voice, clear and commanding voice.

Her strap?

You almost screamed in horror when you heard that sentence, her footsteps drawing closer. Your eyes wide in immediate shock. What to do? Your mind went blank. Panic surged through you. You had to move, had to do something—but were would you go!

No, no, no— Someone help!

You braced for impact, panic tightening around your throat—this is how you die. Caught. Hiding. Under your boss sex toy collection. You curled into the smallest ball humanly possible, silently praying and begging the universe to spare you. You recite all the godess you knew. If she opened this cabinet—if she found you—it was over.

You could already see her face, the sheer disbelief, the inevitable horror. Her secretary. This would be the single greatest humiliation of your entire life. And you weren’t sure you’d ever recover.

The cabinet slowly began to open and light started to enter inside before a voice interrupted.

"Tch, just get your stupid ass here, do it later...!"

The tone was dispreate, deep and unmistakably familiar.

Ambessa chuckled, and then—mercifully—she left the barely open cabinet. Instead, you heard her footsteps shift away, followed by the rustle of sheets. You almost collapsed from relief, pressing a hand over your mouth to muffle you shaky breath. Your squeeze your shirt against your chest your breath hoarse with intense nervousness. Frightened the hell out of your nerves The folder in your hand was now all cramp out didn't care. That was too close...

But just as you started to calm down, the room filled with a new sound—

A creaking bed.

Then, the sharp, rhythmic thud of the headboard tapping against the wall.

And finally—

A low, sultry moan.

Ambessa chuckles darkly, “Look at that wet pussy it's clencing for my touch,” she mocks, her tone saccharine and taunting.

You bit down on your knuckle so hard it almost drew blood. Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Heat rushed to your face in shame, but—worse—your body reacted to the noises in ways you really wished it wouldn’t. You had always known Madam Medarda was an intense woman, but hearing her like this? Dominant, teasing, making someone beg—

Your thighs clenched involuntarily.

No. Stop.

You were not getting turned on by your boss getting laid. Absolutely not.

And yet—against your better judgment—your palm inched toward your pelvis, your body betraying you. Before you knew it, you were peeking through the small gap in the closet door.

Your breath hitched as you adjusted your view. The warm glow of the bedside lamp cast flickering shadows across the room.

''Ohhh yess keep going! Shit!''

In the center of the room, propped against the wall, was a bed stripped bare. The deep red, quilted mattress dipped under the weight of two naked muscular women tangled together, the relentless pounding of the bedframe against the wall echoing.

And then—you froze.

Your eyes went wide, your heart slamming against your ribs.

The woman with your boss—was Sevika!?

Sevika lay on her back, one leg raised high, the other bent in a loose butterfly stretch. Ambessa straddled her holding sevika legs up, their pussy grinding together out. The slick sound of skin against skin, mingled with husky grunts and breathless moans, filled the air. Your entire body trembled as you watched. You should have looked away, but you couldn’t. The sight was magnetic—two powerful, sweat-slicked women moving in perfect sync, their abs tightening, their muscular thighs and arms flexing under the dim, golden light. It was raw, unapologetic, and utterly impossible to ignore. It was like masterpiece painting..

Sevika. Her love-and-hate business partner. The woman who constantly stormed in and out of your boss’s office, always bickering, at each other. You never would have guessed. She wasn’t your boss’s lover—at least, that’s what your boss claimed. She had insisted she wasn’t interested in dating. Yet you had no idea they had this kind of secret affair. Not once had it crossed your mind that their constant arguments—their sharp words and heated glares—could have been hiding this.

Your boss wrapped her strong, wide fingers around Sevika’s throat, squeezing just enough to leave her gasping for air—but Sevika didn’t resist. She only smirked, locking eyes with Ambessa meeting her brutal grind their bodies colliding, tits bouncing with every movement.

Your breath hitched. You should have looked away if you want to be spared—but you couldn’t. Your were scared but they were too mesmerizing and intoxicating. The way their muscles tensed, the way sweat glistened on their skin under the dim light—it was too much. Too damn good. Too damn hot.

“Cum for me, Sevika,” Ambessa commanded, her tone leaving no room for defiance.

“Yes! Harder, Ambessa!” Sevika begged, her voice raw with need.

Ambessa leaned in, following the demand without hesitation. Sevika seized the moment, gripping Ambessa’s breasts, kneading them before pinching her stiffened nipple. A sharp whimper escaped both of them, fueling the fire between their bodies.

They grind against each other cunt in a desperate, feverish rhythm. Just watching them made your body throb, heat pooling low between your legs. Your toes curled, fingers twitching at your sides as moans filled the room. Ambessa’s pace quickened, her movements relentless, chasing and harsh. You imagined yourself between them, and the thought made you wetter, needier.

Sevika’s body tensed, her back arching off the bed. “Fuck’s sake—I’m coming! Don’t stop!” she gasped.

“Fuck, yes…” Ambessa threw her head back, her muscles flexing as their slick bodies moved in perfect sync. Their juices mixed, the scent of sex thick in the air. Their cries filled the room, bodies shaking as they rode out their climax, hips still grinding, chasing every last wave of pleasure. You couldn't look away. You keep watching them didn't blink every second.

Then—BZZZT!

The sudden blare of a ringtone shattered the moment. Your breath caught as your phone lit up in the dark closet. The sound startled you so badly that you jerked up, hitting your head on the shelf with a loud thud.

Shit.

The city outside was peacefully quiet, to the occasional distant sound of traffic along side with the continuous rain drummed against the glass walls of the penthouse. The warm glow of your bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room as you turned another page in your book, eyes flicking to the clock. 12:03 AM. Late, even for her.

The soft click of the door opening pulled your attention away. Ambessa Medarda your wife stepped in, her presence as commanding as ever despite the exhaustion lining her face. Her tailored suit jacket was already undone, the usual crispness of her attire slightly dulled. She look like she had a very stressful day.

But despite her stressful look. She still look damn good. Ambessa was tall—she loomed over everyone without even trying. The cut of her suit, the braided grey to white hair tuck in making the sharp angles of her beautiful face clear in the dim light—your wife was a grogeous human being. Each day you spend time with her she gets even more attractive in your eyes. You couldn't get enough of her.

She halted in the doorway and turned on the light, her caramel eyes narrowing slightly as she took you in. “You’re still awake?”

You closed the book, set it aside, “I was waiting for you.”

She studied you for a moment, suspicion flickering across her face before she strode forward closing the gap and leaned down, capturing your lips in a firm but brief kiss. The scent of hers—smoked vanilla and expensive cologne—lingered as she pulled away. But you weren’t done. You grabbed her nape and deepened the kiss, sliding your tongue inside, drawing a moan from both of you before finally letting her go.

A smirk graced your lips when her eyes darkened.

“There must be something going on in that pretty head of your, little one” she suspected, amusement flickering in her gaze before she straightened. “I’ll be back.”

With that, she turned and disappeared into the walk-in closet.

“How was your day?” you called out, shifting to lean against the headboard.

A sigh, heavy and tired. “Stressful.” The clink of jewelry being set down. “Too many issues piling up at once. The board members are full of stupid men.”

You chuckled. Of course they were. With Ambessa as the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in the city, pressure was a given. But despite being the only woman at their table, they couldn’t get through her. No one could. To be precise no one dared to.

“Anything serious?”

Silence stretched for a beat before she reappeared. “Nothing I can’t handle.” A pause, then, softer, “But it’s exhausting.” Ambessa faced before the full size mirror, unbuttoning her suit. The fine fabric parted with deliberate slowness, revealing the chiseled form of her arms. You couldn't help but bite your lip as you watched her muscles flex with every movement in her tight white shirt.

Ambessa’s caramel eyes flicked up in the mirror, catching your reflection. A smirk played at the corner of her lips.

“You’re making a dangerous habit of staring,” she mused.

You chuckled, not bothering to look away. “And what of it?”

She let out a low hum, “As much as I’d enjoy indulging the rest of the night,” she said, her gaze lingering on you “didn’t I already tell you? I have an important event tomorrow. We need proper rest.”

Her tone was firm, but there was something in the way she looked at you— desire—that made you grin. She was practically controlling herself.

“Quit playing around, little one” she added, though the smirk on her lips suggested she wasn’t entirely immune to your antics.

You playfully rolled your eyes and slumped down on the bed. But since you were a hard-headed brat, you wouldn’t let the hook go that easily. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you turned to face her. She finished removing her jacket, tossing it aside before undoing her tight white long sleeve. But your mind lingered for a moment at her posture.

“By the way, wifey.. why do you always wear pants?” you asked, watching as she change “Even when we first met, I’ve never seen you in anything else. Are you uncomfortable in a dress? I’d like to see you in one these days. I bet you’d look sexy.”

Ambessa stilled for a fraction of a second, then let out a breath through her nose.

''Are you really asking me that?” She exhaled a quiet chuckle, undoing the bottons “I wear what suits me. Dresses are impractical. They don’t command the same respect as a well-tailored suit.” Her gaze flickered back to her reflection, “And besides, I don’t need to look ‘sexy’. It wouldn’t suit me. I’m tall, broad. Not to mention—” She gestured vaguely to a long, jagged scar running down her shoulder.

That made your brows knit together. What does she mean?

You stood, padding barefoot toward her until you were just behind her.

“What’s wrong with it?” you murmured, your hands sliding over her arms, “I like your scar. And who say dress won't suit you. You would look stunning with it but I really think you’d look sexy and formidable in a dress. A dangerous combination.”

Ambessa arched a brow, ''You have an odd preferences.”

“I have impeccable preferences,” you corrected, tilting your head. “In fact, I had a dream last night—about you in a tight red dress. The way your muscles flexed under it…” You exhaled, warmth curling in your tone. “It was quite the sight.”

Ambessa’s gaze lingered on yours in the mirror. For a moment, you thought she would brush off the idea entirely. Does she have a problem with dresses?

To you, it would definitely look good on her. No—amazing on her.

You couldn’t understand what was stopping her.

Ambessa mused, turning slightly so you were now facing her directly. “Is that why you’ve been moaning my name every midnight these days…?”

Your lips parted. Eyes widen. Her hands finding your waist and pull you toward her.

“Did the dream me do inappropriate things to you? Is that why you’re asking me this now?”

Your face burned as you looked away, breath turning uneven. Guilty as charged.

Heck. Did you? You weren't even aware of it.

But Ambessa was both right and wrong.

Right, because ever since that dream, it had been replaying in your mind nonstop. The thought alone had you so turned on that you couldn’t help but touch yourself—right there, on Ambessa’s side of the bed.

And wrong, because your curiosity had started long before that.

''O-of course it's not just that-'' she didn't let you continue

“Do you truly wish to see me in a dress? Or is this some trick to get a rise out of me?” Ambessa lifted your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze. Fuck, she’s so hot. She always did this—turning the tables so effortlessly—and you? You were just a fool for her.

Reaching up to trace a teasing finger along her collarbone. “Would it be such a crime if I wanted both?”

Ambessa chuckled, the deep sound reverberating go through between your legs. She was open to the idea, she was considering it whether she admitted it or not. “Careful now,” she murmured, leaning in, her breath warm against your lips. “I’m not so easily swayed by flattery.”

“Who said I was flattering you? I meant every word.” Meeting her gaze with equal challenge

“You’re bolder than usual tonight,” she mused. “Perhaps I should tire you out, before you get any more ideas.”

You bit your lip, forcing down the giddy excitement threatening to bubble over. As much i love the idea. Ambessa might’ve thought she was shutting you up, but you knew better.

“You’re insufferable and persistent.” Ambessa muttered, shaking her head.

You grinned, fingers sliding lazily against her skin. “I take that as a compliment.”

She studied you for a long moment, her hands tightening ever so slightly at your waist before she huffed in amusement. “Fine,” she said at last, stepping back with a lingering touch. “You want to see me in a dress? I will consider it.”

You fought the urge to squeal and jump, biting your lip to suppress your smile. Ambessa was already turning away, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that she was just agreeing with whatever you’d spouted to shut you up. But to you, that was the wrong move. With practiced ease, she pulled off the rest of her shirt, leaving you with a perfect view of her sculpted back and black lacey bra.

“But if I do,” she added, glancing at you over her shoulder, a smirk tugging at her lips, “you’d best prepare yourself. Because if I wear one, I intend to make you regret ever challenging me.”

A shiver ran down your spine—not of fear.

"Really? You promise?" You asked, stepping forward, your fingers lightly grazing her waist.

Ambessa barely glanced at you, already reaching for her robe. "I said I’ll consider it."

"That's not the same," you huffed, refusing to let this go. "I want to hear you say it. No dismissive shrug, no ‘maybe.’ Say the words, bessa."

She let out an exasperated sigh, rolling her shoulders, the muscles flexing beneath her skin in a way that only made your determination.

"You are relentless," she muttered, shaking her head.

"And you’re avoiding the question," you shot back, stepping closer. You hug her waist and look up to met her gaze in the mirror "Do you promise?"

Her caramel eyes finally met yours, studying you, testing you. Then, slowly, a smirk curved at her lips.

"Fine," she murmured, tilting her head. "I promise."

A spark shot through your veins.

"Yesss!! There’s no turning back now," you said, pressing a kisses against her back before you let her go.

Ambessa hummed. She didn’t say anything—just faced the mirror, fingers moving to unbutton her pants like it was no big deal for her.

You moved slowly, deliberately, stepping toward the glass cabinet in the corner of room. Before you reached for a shopping bag tucked neatly inside, the glossy paper crinkled in your grip as you placed it on the queen-sized bed with a soft thud.

The sound caught Ambessa’s attention immediately. Her sharp instincts never failed her. She turned, her eyes flickering from the bag to you and the back again.

Her brow arched. “What is that?”

You smirked, folding your arms. “Why don’t you take a guess?”

Ambessa eyed the bag again, and then something shifted in her expression—realization dawning in her. She exhaled through her nose, her hands settling on her hips.

“No.”

Your shoulders immediately fell as you looked at her with mock disappointment.

“But you promiseee...” you whined. You bit your lip playfully, trying to suppress a smile.

Her gaze narrowed. “Is this what I think really it is?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to. The way her expression tightened told you she knew exactly what was in that bag.

A shopping bag. Not just any bag. A bag from your favourite luxury brand where you and Ambessa often buy your clothes. You spend countless hour to find a perfect dress. One you had picked out with her in mind. It had been forever for as long as you could remember—seeing Ambessa, powerful and unshakable, draped in something elegant. She already looked breathtaking in everything she wore, but this… this was entirely a new different level..

Ambessa exhaled, shaking her head. “This must be the reason you’ve been so persistent,” she questioned “I knew you had ulterior motives.”

“I—”

She held up a hand, cutting you off effortlessly. Her expression look like she was upset. “I know I agreed,” she continued, “But I didn’t say today. I told you—it wouldn’t suit me.”

You watched as she turned, clearly planning to walk out inside the walk in closet before you could press further. Your heart tightened at her refusal. But you were serious that why you can't let her go.

The second she moved for the door, you sprinted after her, closing the distance in a heartbeat. Your hands pressed against either side of the doorframe, blocking her path.

"Wait," you pleaded, breathless.

But when you met her gaze, you caught something—just a flicker, something fleeting, but there.

Doubt.

It hit you instantly. The reluctant at ambessa's eyes. It was a rare sight but it doesn't mean it was impossible. You stepped forward. “I-I didn’t mean to lower your confidence or anything, babe. I’m sorry if it feels like I’m forcing you…” You swallowed, searching her face. “B-but I just… I’ve noticed.”

Ambessa frowned. “Noticed?”

“That your gaze lingers on dresses when we go shopping,” you murmured. “That when I get dressed up, your eyes flicker—not just at me, but at the idea. You think I don’t see it, but I do.”

Ambessa scoffed, turning her head slightly as if that would hide the way her shoulders tensed. She didn't deny anything.

“You should to embrace your femininity, Ambessa.” you look at her in the eyes.. “Just because you have muscles, because you’re tall and broad, doesn’t mean you can’t wear a dress. Strength isn’t just in the tailored suits or the way you carry yourself in boardrooms. It’s in you. And you— you could walk into any room in a dress and still have the entire place in the palm of your hand. You don’t have to force yourself into a mold that was never meant for you. Femininity isn’t weakness. And if you think dresses don’t suit you, that’s not true...” You reached out, fingertips brushing against her forearm.

Ambessa didn’t say anything, but the hidden sparkle in her eyes made you strengthened your resolve. She might not admit it, but to you she was debating it—and you weren’t about to let it go. She could hide it from herself, but not from you.

''Bessa.. I know you've always been drawn to makeup, to dresses, to the softer, more delicate things. Not because they make you weaker, but because they speak to something inside you. But no one ever told you it was okay to want them. No one ever gave you permission. So please let me be the first—it's okay, Ambessa. It always has been."

Ambessa let out a slow breath, her shoulders stiff. “Who would want to see a woman like me in a dress?” she muttered, almost to herself. It was the first time seeing ambessa being so doutful at herself. And that made you smile.

Not because you wanted her to feel uncertain, but because it meant she was showing you a side she rarely let anyone see. You wanted more of that—to remind her that with you, she could be vulnerable too.

You stepped closer, standing right in front of her now. Your hands found hers, squeezing gently. “I would.”

Ambessa's gaze finally met yours.

“I want my wife to be confident,” you said firmly. “To wear what she wants without hesitation. And that starts today.”

Ambessa hesitated, her fingers twitching against yours. You could see the conflict in her—years of habit fighting against it, something that wanted to believe you.

You smiled, lifting the shopping bag and pressing it into her hands. “I don’t want you to dress up for everyone to see,” you whispered, “I want you to dress up for me. We can just do this for today. If you don’t like it, I won’t force you. I won’t even mention it again."

She was silent for a moment. "And if I do like it?"

Your grip on her hands tightened slightly. "Then we take it one step at a time. No rush. No pressure. Just you, choosing what makes you happy."

Another silence, but this time, it felt different "Just for today, then," she murmured. Ambessa’s breath hitched ever so slightly, her grip tightening around the bag.

....

You squirmed where you sat on the edge of your bed, your fingers gripping the sheets in anticipation. The air-conditioned room suddenly felt too warm, and no matter how much you shifted, you couldn't shake your excitement.

Ambessa was in the bathroom, trying on the dress, and your mind was running wild just imagining her in it. You had made sure it was a dress that would complement her height, her powerful frame—the perfect dress to suit Ambessa Medarda.

You glanced at your watch.

Your brow furrowed. Ten minutes had already passed. What's taking her so long?

Impatient, you called out, “Wifey, are you done?”

Silence.

You stood and walked toward the bathroom door, pressing your palm against the surface. “Are you okay?”

A beat. Then, finally, a deep sigh from the other side.

“Oh god what did you made me wear. This is ridiculous.” Ambessa muttered.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Step outside and let me see.”

“No.”

Your lips parted in surprise. “No?”

Ambessa’s voice was firm. “You made a bad choice. This dress—it’s a mistake. I’m changing back into my robe.”

Panic flared in your chest. “No—please.” You pressed closer to the door, resting your forehead against it. “Ambessa, I chose it because I knew it would be perfect for you. Just let me see. Please?”

A long silence stretched between you. Your heart pounded.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door clicked.

And then—your wife stepped out.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your jaw literally dropped.

Ambessa stood before you, a vision of strength and elegance wrapped in black silk. The black dress was flawless—a sleek halter neckline that framed her muscular shoulders, striking cutouts at the waist and hips that emphasized her sculpted figure. The fabric hugged her torso, flowing down into a long skirt with high slits that revealed her powerful legs with every subtle shift of her stance.

She was stunning. Breathtaking. More than you had ever dared to imagine.

Ambessa shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, folded her arms, brow arched. “Well? say something”

But you couldn’t. Words had abandoned you.

You swallowed, blinking, trying to find your voice. “I…” Stunning? Beautiful? Breathtaking? None of them felt strong enough.

You stepped closer, hands reaching instinctively to graze over the soft fabric against her waist. Your fingers trembled slightly, your pulse hammering in your ears.

“You look…” You exhaled sharply, still breathless. “Gods, you look incredible.”

Ambessa's gaze finally met yours, cautious, “You’re not just saying that?”

You shook your head, gripping the fabric lightly. “No. I’ve never meant anything more in my life.”

Ambessa stood there for a moment, unreadable, before she huffed. “You’re ridiculous. This dress? is this even a dress—” she gestured at you with a flick of her fingers— “shows too much skin. Hardly appropriate for public wear. I can’t believe you made me wear something like this at this age. I should’ve known better than to let you pick something for me. You have no sense of practicality. ” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “And are you even listening.. little one? Stop blushing. Your face is as red as a tomato.”

You covered your mouth, trying to suppress your grin, but it was useless. You couldn’t stop blushing—not when she looked this good. She was always imposing in her usual suit. But in a dress? She look so damn sexy, hot and stunning. The softer, feminine touch suited her in a way you hadn’t expected. The sight was too much for you to handle. You feel like you got smitten once again.

“D-didn’t I say to try the red first?”

Ambessa smirked, a glint of amusement in her eyes. “Technically, yes. But red is my color. I prefer to save the best for last. And where did you even get this'' She ran her fingers along her expose waist. Feeling flabbergasted. Then, her gaze flicked back to you. “The store wouldn’t dare to sell something like this.”

Your breath caught. “I—uh—”

Ambessa took a step closer, towering over you, her eyes narrows at your strange behaviour. “Well?” she pressed, voice dangerously smooth.

You clenched your jaw, heat creeping up your neck. “P-please don't be mad… I-it’s actually from a lingerie brand...”

Ambessa stilled. Then, slowly, her brow arched. “A lingerie brand?!”

You could only manage a small nod as her expression shifted.

Silence.

Then—low, sharp laugh. Amused, incredulous, entirely unimpressed.

“You expect me to wear this in public?” Ambessa drawled, her voice dripping with disbelief. She flicked at the sheer lace detailing near her thigh, the movement drawing your attention downward—right to where the fabric dipped scandalously low on her hips, exposing the sharp cut of her v-line.

Your breath hitched.

Gods, you were trying—really trying—not to stare, but the dress, if you could even call it that, left little to the imagination. And Ambessa knew it.

She caught your wandering gaze and smirked “Are you out of your mind.. little one?” she repeated, stepping closer, the sheer fabric shifting with her movements, revealing more of the toned muscle beneath.

Your face burned. “I—it’s not like that!” You waved your hands, desperate to explain. “T-the red one was the real dress. This one was meant…'' You pause hesitating..

''T-the black is actually just for me... For, uh, private wear. For me to see.” Your voice faltered, mortified. Avoiding her eyes.

Ambessa stilled, her expression unreadable. Realizing everything.

“Oh.”

You hated how much heat pooled in your stomach at just that single syllable.

You shifted awkwardly, struggling to maintain your composure. “That’s why I wanted you to try the red first! Because that one is actually appropriate.”

“I see now.” Ambessa took another step forward, forcing you back until you bumped into the vanity behind you. Her voice dipped lower, teasing. “That’s why you were so eager for me today. ”

You inhaled sharply “I—I wasn’t thinking.”

Her smirk deepened. “No,” she murmured, tilting her head, eyes flickering over your face. “And yet, here you are. Stammering. Blushing. I think you were thinking exactly what you wanted. Quite bold how you riled me into wearing this..” She took a deliberate step, the slit in the dress revealing a flash of her leg. “A little overwhelmed, are we?”

You swallowed hard. “I—uh—”

Her smirk widened. “That’s what I thought. And you really expect me to wear this for you?'' She questioned you.

You bit your lip. That was debatable. Knowing Ambessa, she never wore revealing clothes—it was a miracle, pure luck, that you had her in this position now. You knew convincing her in a normal way would be difficult, if not entirely impossible.

“W-Well… you always make me wear lewd lingerie during our lovemaking… wouldn’t it be fair if I did the same…?”

Your voice grew quieter with each word as Ambessa stared at you, unblinking. You were already brave saying that. God! She's scary when she's mad.

She didn’t respond, only continued to stare at you while you kept avoiding her gaze. Honestly, this wasn’t how you had imagined the night would go. You were completly sincere about her about dressing up. And you had bought the black dress for a completely different occasion and had forgotten all about it—until now. And now, somehow, Ambessa was wearing it.

Ambessa was quiet as she casting a glance at herself in the mirror. But her movements were deliberate,—the slow run of her hands down the fabric, the way her fingers lingered at the slit, just above her thigh. The way she shifted, hips tilting slightly as if testing the fit. She was such a divine in it. You weren't wrong it would suit her body.

You nibble your nail as you watch her admire herself. Your pulse thundered in your ears.

“It’s not terrible,” Ambessa admitted after a moment, her voice almost casual, but you could see the way her chest rose with deeper breaths. “Annoyingly impractical, yes. But…” She let the sentence hang, studying herself—or perhaps your reaction. “I suppose it has its appeal.”

Your fingers curled against the vanity, gripping it like a lifeline. Your throat was dry. “So you’ll keep it on? For me?” The last words slipped out barely above a whisper, hesitant.

Ambessa exhaled slowly, rolling her shoulders, letting the tension stretch between you like a pulled thread. Then, she turned, taking her time, her eyes locked onto yours.

“I’ll consider it,” she said, voice smooth.

You grinned despite yourself, pulse still erratic. “That’s practically a yes.”

Ambessa arched a brow. “Don’t push your luck.” But the glint in her eyes told you she was enjoying this just as much as you were.

“W-why not try the red too?” You tried to change the topic. As much as you want her to continue wearing it you didn't want continue to foul her mood.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned her gaze on you, heavy but unreadable —something different. Then, without a word, she strode toward the bed, each step measured. Before she sat down, one leg crossing over the other before she leaned back slightly, arms resting at her sides. Then, with deliberate slowness, she parted her legs.

You stiff and eyes widen. Realization struck you in.

Ambessa tilted her head, lips curling. “I will,” she said finally, “But first…”

Her gaze pinned you in place, your heart started to hammer.

“Because I agreed to wear one—didn't i say i intend to make you regret ever challenging me.” She exhaled, dragging her fingers along the slit of the dress, teasingly slow. “Didn’t you say it was for you?”

You could barely breathe.

“Now seems like such a great time.” Her smirk deepened. Her breathing harder now, “You have to satisfy me first before the night continues.”

The way your grin slowly appeared. God she was such a seductress. You have no idea what just happened, but before you knew it, you had bolted forward, closing the gap. Now, you're practically kneeling between your wife's open legs, her right leg resting on your shoulder.

“How eager… you wanted this so badly.” Ambessa smirked at your barely composed behaviour. Her words lashed through you like fire, making you shiver. You licked your lips, your hands gripping her thighs.

“God, Bessa… you have no idea how much I wanted this to happen. You, in this bed, in that dress, while I’m practically a dog for you… You look so damn hot.” You said her name like a secret—something meant for only the two of you—as your fingers traced the strength of her open legs.

Ambessa cursed softly, her breath hitching just enough to make your chest swell with pride.

“You win this time, little one,” she murmured, tilting her head back. “Now give me what you’ve got…”

The dress inched higher as she lifted her other leg, dragging you closer and locking your head between her thighs.

A victorious grin spread across your lips as you rumbled, “Fuck yesss…” before diving in.

FIN

Ambessa’s chuckle rumbled deep in her chest, the sound reverberating through you as her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over your collarbone. “Calm yourself, little one,” she murmured, “You’re trembling.”

How could you not? When two undeniable hot woman beside you eating up your personal space. The barely banked heat in their gaze, flaring hotter by every second.

Sevika, still at your side, had begun to undo the buttons of your blouse with a patience that made the act all the more unbearable. One by one, the fabric loosened, exposing more of your skin to the cool air. Your breath hitched, your body betraying you as she undid the first button, then the second—

You shut your eyes, turning your face away.

...

But then… nothing.

Your brows meet. Confused. The absence of movement made you hesitate. A heavy silence settled between the three of you. Slowly, you opened your eyes, only to find them both watching you.

Assessing. Waiting.

Sevika’s grip loosened, and Ambessa’s touch, though still warm against your skin, no longer roamed as freely.

“If you don’t want this, we won’t force you. We’d never force ourselves on you—especially after everything you’ve done for us.” Sevika murmured, her voice lower now, almost hesitant.

Your stomach flipped. You wanted to protest. You were expected them to jump you, to rip off your clothes and fuck you against your office table surface. You didn’t expect them to give you a choice. An escape. And in a rational thing to do, is to take it.

And yet…

They were wrong.. You had never been this aroused in your entire life. They had no idea what they had done to you. Enough to make you abonden your morals. You knew the right answer, the responsible one—the one that would keep you on the right side of the line. But that line had already blurred the moment their hands made a move.

And yet…you were touched by their restraint. That they weren’t actually forcing their way to you—they wanted you willing, unraveling, lost in their hands of your own accord.

And perhaps that was the most dangerous part.

Because you didn’t want them to stop. Too needy to stop.

Heat surged to your cheeks, and you looked away, pulse hammering. Your voice was barely above a whisper when you muttered, “I… I didn’t say you should stop.”

Silence.

Then—two smirks.

Sevika’s the corner of her mouth lifting in satisfaction. Ambessa’s, however, was something else entirely.

The older woman leaned in, her breath ghosting over your ear as she whispered, “Then ask for it.”

Your stomach twisted, realizing what she meant “I—”

Ambessa tutted, the sound sending a shiver down your skin. “Beg, teacher.”

Your breath hitched. You wanted to submit—God, you needed to. Desire burned through you, searing away any hesitation. You were past the point of reason, past caring about consequences.

You wanted to be bad, to be dirty. To let them do anything they wanted to you. This wouldn’t last forever—you knew that. But right now, you didn’t care. Right now, you’d take whatever they were willing to give. And you’d beg for more.

Sevika chuckled beside you, her grip firming once more around your chest, thumb stroking over your pulse point. “Go on,dove” she murmured. “Let’s hear you say it.”

You bit your lip, pride warring against the undeniable need burning inside you. The weight of their attention pressed against your skin, scorching, relentless. And when Ambessa’s fingers began to slid just a little higher up to your thigh.

“Shi-.'' You moaned.

"Beg," Ambessa commanded, her voice rich and smooth, like silk wrapping around your senses. You look into her caramal eyes full of desire. "I want to hear it properly."

You swallowed hard, heat burning through every inch of your skin. You already felt so exposed, so utterly at their mercy, but you wanted—needed—more.

"Please," you whispered, a desperate moan slipping out as Ambessa’s fingers hovered mere inches from where you craved them most.

You clenched your fists, your pulse pounded in your ears, every second stretching unbearably long. Sevika’s fingers ghosted along the buttons of your blouse again, her touch lingered just at the edge, barely grazing the swell of your exposed skin through the parted fabric.

A shudder wracked through you as her fingertips traced over the curve of your cleavage.. A smirk tugged at her lips as she felt the way you trembled beneath her touch.

Your lips parted, and before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out. "P-please… do anything you want to me. I don’t care anymore… just—please touch me."

Their concern melted into something far more wicked. Ambessa smirked, her fingers ghosting along your jaw. Your breath escapes in a shudder and you fight not to lean into her. Your not exactly helpless, not being held down, but the feeling is there all the same. Like your a toy for them to play with, a doll here only for their amusement and pleasure.

  At the thought, desire lights you up like you never seen before

“You heard her,” Ambessa murmured, amusement threading through her voice. “She doesn’t want us to stop.”

Sevika smirked, “Then we won’t.”

Sevika immediately undid the rest of your buttons, parting your blouse to reveal the delicate lace of your bra. You inhaled sharply, heat crawling up your skin as her eyes darkened.

''You look so beautiful.. dove'' Sevika said before dipping in to drag the fragile fabric down and bare your tits. Her fingers immedietly cup, squeezing and pinching both of your nipples and you jerk back against her, fighting down a moan. Your panting with desire as she circles your nipples until they pebble to hard points. It doesn’t change the fact that Ambessa watching this only makes it a thousand times hotter.

“Have you even been with a woman before?” Sevika eyes lock on yours.

You swallowed hard. C-can't focus enough'' “Y-yes… once.”

Sevika and Ambessa exchanged a pleasant look.

“Go on,” Sevika prompted, voice low, coaxing.

You hesitated, feeling as if you were confessing a sin. You cannot think straight with Sevika playing on your nipples. “I-It was from my neighborhood… A middle-aged single mother. H-her husband cheated and abandoned her. She was lonely, and I— I helped her relieve some stress.”

A slow, approving hum rumbled in Ambessa’s throat. “Naughty child,” she murmured, her grip on your waist tightend. “Not what I expected from our innocent teacher. So, you like older women, hmm?”

You sucked in a breath. You couldn’t meet their gazes, knowing all too well the heat, the amusement—perhaps even the hunger—lurking in their eyes. Instead, you nodded, they were gravely satisfied at your unexpected kind of response.

Sevika smirked, “And not just any older women. You want to be overpowered. Tossed around. Fucked senseless by women who can ruin you.”

You gasped at her words, at how your own desires were laid bare—exposed and undeniable. A deep, shameful moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it. You didn't correct or deny her, which only confirmed their assumption.

Ambessa chuckled, her voice curling around you like smoke. She looked devastatingly beautiful—no, not just her, but both of them are.

“That’s what you were thinking when you first saw us, wasn’t it?” Her fingers drifted lazily along your thigh, grazing over your heated skin with an infuriating lightness. “A woman straight out of your fantasies—something out of those magazines you’ve stashed away.”

Your breath hitched, shame and arousal twisting into a knot deep in your stomach.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she murmured, “How your eyes widened in realization when you first saw us… Not just some normal typical parents, but a pair of powerful women—big, strong, and more than capable of handling a little thing like you. Answer me, child”

You desperately nodded in response to Ambessa, overwhelmed by arousal and dizziness. Their words alone was like enough to make you come, the effect they had on you undeniable. You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind spinning.

Sevika hummed in agreement, “Turns out our sweet little teacher isn’t so innocent after all.”

You were moaning, helpless under Sevika’s touch until a firm hand suddenly gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up.

“Come.. child” Ambessa’s voice was low,

Before you could even process her words, her lips crashed onto yours in a deep, claiming kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

A whimper escaped you—soft, needy. Her lips was soft. And so so good and sweet just like you expect her to be. She taste like expensive wine. Her lips moved against yours, coaxing your tongue to dance with hers. God, the way she kissed you made your toes curl, your thighs clenching around. She was practically devouring your mouth while cupping your jaw to angle your head exactly where she wants it so she can plunge deep.

Ambessa pulled away, leaving a thin trail of saliva still connecting your lips.

“Look at you… so submissive,” she mused, her voice laced with satisfaction. “This is what you want, isn’t it, teacher?”

You barely hesitated before nodding, eyes dark with lust. Your ability to talk was been taken from you ever since they started to devoured you.

Her smirk deepened. “Such perfect timing… Sevika and I have been looking for a plaything.”

Your drew a sharp breath. “D-did I pass…?”

Ambessa humed, a rich, indulgent sound. “Oh, you passed so well.”

Then—movement. A sudden shift as firm hands guided you.

You nearly yelped as Sevika grab your ass and lifted you effortlessly onto the desk, her strength undeniable. Before you could fully process it, she push you down, parting your legs with ease placing herself between—leaving you utterly beneath their heated gazes. Your cheeks burned, a flush creeping down your neck. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs, but firm hands stopped you—one from each side.

Realization struck like lightning. You were laid out on your own office desk. The door loomed ahead of you, locked— the school was not practically empty yet anyone could have walked in. Your co-teacher, janitor or even your student. And the thought of being caught—of someone seeing you like this, with two powerful women claiming you—only made you hornier.

“W-Wait, this is embarrassing…” you protested, voice barely above a breath.

Ambessa chuckled,. “Oh, little one…. It’s far too late for second thoughts now.”

Your legs squirmed as Sevika’s fingers skillfully worked the zipper of your pencil skirt. You couldn’t help but bite your lip with anticipation.

Then—she dragged the fabric up, slow and deliberate, skirt up around your waist and panties dangling loosely from one ankle to give them free access to your now bare pussy.

A shiver ran down your spine.

Then—a sharp slap. A startled moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it. Ambessa just slap your needy pussy! The sting bloomed across your cunt. sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. You felt your pussy started to get even wetter at what she did.

"Stay still, little one," Ambessa’s voice was firm, authoritative.

You tried—God, you tried—but with both of them so close, so intent on you, staying steady was impossible.

Sevika then started tracing you with her fingers, teasing you, examining you. “Fuck.. your pussy looks so good. Tell me what this pretty wet pussy needs, dove. Ask us properly and we’ll give it to you.”

You can’t catch your breath, can’t figure out what answer should you give. In the end, you can only tell the truth. “T-touch me.. Make me come... fuck me.. Please. i can't take it anymore..”

Their hand shifts instantly and cups your pussy. We exhale shakily. Having both of their strong fingers together touching… you cry out. ''Fuck!''

"You like that, huh?" Ambessa murmured, her voice thick with desire. "You're dripping, little one. And look at you..." She let out a low chuckle as she presses a finger into your pussy with slow, teasing strokes. "You're moving your hips, chasing our touch. Were you this wet for us? little one ”

“Y-yes,” you moan. You writhe back, trying to take them deeper. “I wanted both of your fingers so bad.”

Ambessa’s smirked and comply, her hot fingers parted your lips taking her time exploring your entrance before diving two fingers inside making you moan louder. Meanwhile, Sevika’s grip tightened as she tugged at your sensitive clit, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips. Your head tipped back, a continuos moan spilling free, unrestrained.

You couldn’t help but squirm—too much!

Two pairs of strong, massive hands from butch femme older woman explored your pussy like it were their new favorite toy, teasing and claiming in tandem. Ohh .... The overwhelming sensation had you trembling, your body arching into their touch. They were driving you insane!

Then—suddenly—a hand covered your mouth.

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Shh…” Sevika voice was a low, “I know it feels amazing, dove, but keep yourself quiet… unless you want us to get caught.”

A thrill shot through you at her warning. You didn't even realize you were moaning so loud. Heat climb out your cheeks. Heart pounding, you nodded obediently, swallowing down another desperate moan.

...

Both of your hands on your mouth, desperately trying to suppress the moans threatening to spill out. Their fingers worked you mercilessly, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through your trembling body. Your slickness coated their digits.

Just a minute ago, you were conducting a personal parent-teacher meeting with the parents of your two most mischievous students. That was what you were supposed to be doing. And yet, here you are pressed against your desk as they break your pussy relentlesly.

You had told yourself that you were a professional. That you would never allow anything inappropriate to happen in your office—especially in school. But that promise had long since you stumble upon like Ambessa and Sevika.

How could you resist? These two women—gorgeous, beautiful, and utterly smoking hot—felt like beings carved from myth, like Greek goddesses descending upon and you were just a mere helpless mortal. You felt lucky enough that they grace you with their attention.

Ambessa pushed another fingers inside your pussy, fast and deliberate, stretching you open with ease. A wicked smirk played on her lips as she watched you struggle to stay silent. Your spine buckle coudn't lay straight any longer and let your head fall back against the desk.

Not to be outdone, Sevika suddenly slid in two of her own, filling you alongside Ambessa, their combined movements leaving you utterly helpless. Stretching you wider than you can handle. They were practically degrading your pussy together. They keep on pushing more with those wide strong fingers against your G-spot combining works on your clit with their other hand. One of Sevika’s hands remained possessively on your breast.

Above you, the ceiling blurred from your vision, lost in the overwhelming sensation of their hands began stroking in and out guiding you to ruin. You moan and roll your hips as much as you can, chasing the building pressure deep inside you...your so close to coming, almost sobbing.

“Oh fuck. Don’t stop. That feels so fucking good. You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop.”

Sevika looked at you, a small smile tugging her lips. " Are you going to come?"

You bit your lip, trying not to lose control. Your hips started thrusting erratically, with a desperate need to cum. "Yesss...."

They continued making it faster, spreading your thighs wider for more access, gaze never leaving you. Then, they stopped and pulled out their hand.

The moment they stopped, a desperate whine escaped your lips. Wide, pleading eyes flicked between the two older women—eyes that felt utterly betrayed by their sudden withdrawal. Your breath came slow and shaky as you tried to steady the flicker of frustration bubbling beneath your skin. How could they just leave you like that!!?

Before you could protest, Sevika’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you forward until you were barely sitting on the edge of the desk. Your legs dangled, unsteady, but Sevika’s firm grasp on your thighs keeping your feet from touching the ground.

Your breath hitched as Ambessa slid in beside you. Strong hands steadied you, keeping you upright, while your arms instinctively clung to her delicious muscular arm for balance.

Your heart pounded as anticipation coiled tightly in your stomach.

You had a bad feeling. A deliciously bad feeling.

You watch with wide eyes as Sevika goes to her knees placing your thigh on her shoulder. She push your chair back to make room, and then she’s between your legs, her big hands spreading them wider. She exhale at the sight of your pussy. Your knew you were dripping wet. Sevika blows out a long breath directly over your clit and this time you can’t stop a little moan from slipping free.

Sevika growls. “Let me see every bit of that pretty pussy.”

 Ambessa in the side use her free hand to part your pussy, putting your on full vulgar display for them.

“Fucking beautiful” Ambessa said before she pull your sensitive clit.

“Oh my god—” Your breath, barely able to form words.

Ambessa smirked, before tipping her chin toward Sevika. “Do it.”

Sevika smirked and nodded, "Hope you'll like your reward.. dove''

Her grip on you tightening just slightly holding your gaze before she presses an open-mouth kiss to your pussy. You bite your lip hard to keep a moan inside. You slump back in the table but with ambessa holding you still you can barely move as you accept sevikas as she works you with her mouth.

Sevika laid her tongue, wide and flat at the bottom of your little pink opening and dragged it up, savoring your sweet flavor. A sharp cry of pleasure spilled from your lips, muffled as you bit down to contain it as Sevika’s tongue continue to assaulted your pussy with a barrage of relentless licks and sucking.

Ambessa didn’t let the moment slip past her. A strong hand tilted your chin, forcing you to meet her intense gaze before she claimed your mouth—tongues and teeth clashing in a kiss just shy of vicious. Dominant. Demanding. Your once depleated failed orgasm rising up once again but much more intense than last time as the two woman work together.

Your hips bucked instinctively, chasing sevika's tongue, desperate for more. A ragged moan spilled from your lips

It’s almost too much, but you don’t want to stop. You don’t ever want to stop. Your so close, but you can’t get there. Your sobbing and trying to move, but they have you too effectively wrapped up. Your helpless to do anything but take it.

Ambessa’s hands found your tits, as if savoring the shape of you beneath her fingertips. You can feel her massive hand on your breast, her thumb stroking the hardened peak of your nipple. Her lips barely left yours, stealing your breath with every kiss, deep and consuming.

Then Ambessa let go of your lips before she dips down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to the curve of your right breast before moving to the nipple. “These deserve to be worshiped.”

Ambessa took one of your perky pink nipples into her warm mouth, gently swirling her tongue around. The sensation sent rising pleasure in ripples through your body and made you grind harder against Sevika. Ambessa pinched you rother sensitive little nipple as she nibbled on the one already in her mouth her tongue feels so devastatingly hot. You cried out loudly with pleasure.

God, you felt fucking incredible. The intensity was unbearable—you could die from it, and you wouldn’t even care.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, breathless.

Ambessa lifted her head, releasing your bud with a lewd pop. She met your gaze, dark amusement flickering in her eyes.

“What a little slut you are, teacher,” she mused. “Here you are—bare, legs spread open on your own desk while we devour you... anyone could walk in.”

The filthy truth of her words sent you spiraling. The thought of being their little slut, completely at their mercy, only made you aroused more.You will be more than willing to be their little slut.

Sevika, ever impatient, let out a low muffle as she slipped two fingers inside your hot, dripping, needy wet pussy and closed her lips around your sensitive clit, applying light suction and flicking her tongue back and forth. Your almost there. And they knew it. You ripple around her fingers with pleasure with every lick, flick, and bit of suction.

"Oh god, so good—ohh, I'm coming!" Your mindlessly working yourself onto their touch. More, more, more. You need more. You don’t even care. You feel so fucking dirty, so filthy, so fucking cherished when your with them. You don’t understand it, but you can’t stop.

As much as you want to savor it longer.. it was too much, too intense. Your fingers tangled in Sevika’s hair as a sob tore from your throat, come harder than you could have thought possible. A cry escaped your lips as you orgasm, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you came. You come so hard, you shriek, your hips jerking and shamelessly rubbing against Sevika's face.

You could barely registered the way Ambessa held you steady, keeping you from collapsing entirely. You might actually black out—your mind hazy, every nerve tingling. You weren’t sure if the wetness on your skin was sweat or tears, but it didn’t matter. Your wrung out. Gloriously empty.

You couldn’t stop shaking, your body still thrumming with aftershocks, so oversensitized that even the slightest touch felt like too much. They were incredible—far beyond anything you had imagined. That was the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced. Nothing compared to it, and nothing ever would.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Sevika stand, proud and smug, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. Your breath faltered as you took in the sight—your juices smeared at her from cheek to cheek, nose to chin. The hunger in her gaze hadn’t dimmed. If anything, it burned hotter. Like she wasn’t nearly satisfied enough.

"Come here," Ambessa commanded.

Sevika surprisingly complied without hesitation, stepping forward. Your breath hitched as Ambessa cupped Sevika’s jaw, pulling her into a deep, searing kiss. The sight stole the air from your lungs.

They were both so powerful, so commanding in their own ways— here they were, engaged in a slow battle of control, tasting and savoring one another, and you were caught in the middle of it. The heat in your stomach started to build once again, your pulse hammering as you watched Ambessa drag her tongue over Sevika’s lips, teasing, claiming, indulging the taste of you still lingering between them.

Oh god.

And they look so fucking good like you imagine it to be. Tall and buff women making out infront of you was chef kiss. You cross your legs hard, but it does nothing to relent the heat started to building inside you. The urge to touch yourself while they make out..

When they finally pulled apart, a string of something dark and unspoken passed between them..

“She tastes sweet,” Ambessa murmured, her gaze flickering back to you, studying you like a treasured indulgence.

Sevika smirked, her thumb brushing over her own lips. “I know, right?” she mused. “It’s addictive.”

“You’re quite the treat, little one,” Ambessa murmured. “But…” She cast a glance toward the locked door, then back to you, her smirk deepening. “A place like this hardly seems fitting for what we have in mind.”

Your breath caught. The weight of their attention made your skin tingle, your mind foggy. This was already reckless—dangerous—she wanted you. Not just her but Sevika too. And you wanted the two of them as well. This was too good just for you to just let go, the connection was to intense for you to end this like this. You wanted more and the though for this to end didn't sent well to you.

But also a sharp pang of guilt settling deep in your chest. Reality came crashing down on you like a tidal wave. This was supposed to be a parent-teacher meeting. You were supposed to be discussing the behavior of two troublesome students. And yet… it had spiraled into a threesome.

Your breath hitched as you straightened up, tugging your blouse together hastily, fingers fumbling with the buttons. You smoothed down the fabric, but the way your hands trembled slightly didn’t go unnoticed.

A firm tug at your waist startled you. You glanced front to find Sevika adjusting your skirt, pulling it down from where it had bunched up, her fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary before smoothing it down properly.

“There,” she murmured, low and satisfied. “Wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”

Ambessa, sitting at your desk, smoothen herself down before she took it upon herself to straighten the collar of your blouse, her large hands surprisingly gentle as she brushed away any signs of dishevelment.

You swallowed, glancing between them, the weight of everything settling on your shoulders. "W-what about Jinx and Mel?" The words left you in a breathless whisper, guilt tightening in your throat. "This was supposed to be about them. I—I shouldn't have…"

You knew it was too late to feel guilty just after fucking with them a few second ago, but pretending it was nothing? That, you couldn’t stomach at all. Ambessa must have noticed the shift in your expression. Before you could spiral further, she stepped closer. She reached out, her breast pressing on your spine. You bit your lips.

"Easy," she murmured, voice low, soothing. "No need to be afraid, little one." Her thumb brushed gently over your jaw, "Breathe."

You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until she said it. Slowly, you exhaled.

"You’re overthinking," she said, her voice rich and steady. "This—" she gestured between you all, her smirk never fading "—wasn't a mistake. It wasn't something forced upon you. It was something you wanted."

Your throat tightened. "B-but Jinx… Mel… I was supposed to be their teacher, i shouldn't have done this, i feel like i betrayed them for sleeping with their parents, not…" You trailed off, voice failing.

''You are their teacher," Sevika said, firm infront of you. "And you will continue to be. What happened here doesn’t change that. This isn’t some betrayal of responsibility. You made a choice. And I see no shame in that. The kids can take care of themselves..''

Ambessa nodded. "And as for us… we are grown women, capable of making decisions for ourselves. And we decided we wanted you, just as much as you wanted us."

Your breath hitched at the sincerity in her tone. They weren't manipulating you. They weren't brushing aside your concerns. They were simply offering you a truth that you hadn’t allowed yourself to believe.

“You are not doing anything wrong, little one,” Ambessa assured, her voice low and firm, grounding you. “You are not some naive child. You made a choice. And if you regret it, you can walk away now. But something tells me…” Her thumb traced the curve of your jaw, slow and deliberate. “That’s not what you want.”

You swallowed hard. She was right. You had wanted this. You still wanted this. You wanted more.

Ambessa tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable. But then, her lips curled into a reassuring smirk. She leaned in, her lips hovering near your ear. “Come to my place,” she murmured. “Where no prying eyes can interrupt us. We can do more than this... we can be more. It’s the perfect Friday night. Imagine two whole days, nonstop, just the three of us, little one.”

A thrill ran through you. Your mind began to play out endless scenarios, each one more tempting than the last. Just the thought of it was driving your desire higher and higher.

Sevika smiled, step toward you enough for her breast to press on yours while Ambessa was behind your back. “Unless you prefer we stop here, teach.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears. Every logical thought screamed that this was dangerous, reckless. But your body, your heart, craved the heat of their touch, the way they looked at you like you were something to be cherished.

A shiver ran down your spine as Sevika’s thigh started to pressed between yours legs and shamelessly enough you grind meeting her movement. While Ambessa started to caress your abdomen under your blouse. You barely recognized the needy whimper that escaped your lips. Your naked cunt under your skirt once again started to drench.

You exhaled, slow and shaky, before finally whispering, “N-no… we don’t.”

FIN

(What a dream rotation! Anyway another finish project!)

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Your fingers tightened around your pen. Your face burned even hotter. Of course she’s enjoying this. Stay professional. Focus. Ignore the way they’re looking at you. Ignore how hot your face is. Ignore how your thighs had started trembling under the presence of these two impossibly hot women.

Sevika reached into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between her lips. The movement was effortless, smooth—like she’d done it a thousand times before. You were so flustered that for a second, you just stared, mesmerized by the way her fingers moved.

Then your teacher instincts kicked in.

“Excuse me but that’s prohibited,” you blurted out, your voice firmer than before.

Sevika raised a brow, holding the cigarette between her fingers. “Really?” She didn’t seem offended—if anything, she looked even more amused.

Ambessa lay out a smirk and shook her head, finding it like it's rare for anyone to stand against Sevika. "Rules are rules, Sevika. Listen to the little woman.."

That caught you off guard. You blinked, processing the casual way she said it—like they were well-acquainted. You had noticed it when you walked in; you weren’t blind to the frequent glances they exchanged and those secret stare.

“Wait… do you two know each other?” you asked, curiosity slipping into your tone before you could stop yourself.

Sevika smirked, leaning back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest. “What can I say? Dove.. The world is small, and so is the circle when it comes to…” she let her words trail off for effect, her gaze flicked toward Ambessa, “… that women.”

Your stomach flipped at the way she said it. That was intentional.

You couldn't stop yourself from secretly grinning at the way they lock stared at each other—like they were seconds away from tearing each other clothes. There was definitely going on between this two.

Afraid to admit it, but you had a fantasy about buff women grinding each other out. And lucky you—now there were two of them sitting at your desk, right in your office. You stole secret glances at their physiques—at the sheer beauty in their bodies. Their muscular arms had been distracting you since the moment you walked in, and you were fighting the urge to not keep looking.

You wanted to touch them. You bit your nail.

What would it feel like to be between them, passed back and forth— ahem…

You blinked, snapping back to reality, only to realize—to your horror—that they were already smirking at your face. Immediately, you straightened your posture, pretending to organize whatever on your desk, as if you hadn’t just been caught red handed. Shitty dumbass!!

You quickly looked away when your gaze locked with Ambessa’s. Her smirk only widened before she turned to Sevika, something dangerously amused flickering in her eyes.

“Big words,” she mused, “coming from someone who likes begging me for more.”

The room stilled. Your jaw nearly dropped.

You froze. So did Sevika.

You watched, wide-eyed, as Sevika’s expression faltered—just for a split second. Speechless. Her smirk twitched, her cool demeanor cracking as her jaw tensed. You swore you saw the faintest dusting of pink on her cheeks, but just as quickly as it came, she covered it up with a scoff, rolling her shoulders like it was nothing.

“Tch.” She exhaled sharply through her nose, tilting her head toward you as if that would somehow shake off what just happened. “She likes to talk.”

. Ambessa, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the show. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Sevika's reactions, like she knew exactly which buttons to press to get a rise out of her.

And you?

You weren’t that clueless.

You wanted to scream in excitement. You were proven right. They were more than just acquaintances. You had a damn good idea of what kind of relationship they had—casual, intimate, no strings and commitments. A secret, yet with enough history to leave marks, to throw each other off balance with just a look.

And the proof of your claim?

The heated stare they always shared—a silent conversation passing between them, one you weren’t privy to. But you didn’t need to be. You already knew.

Ambessa’s statement alone revealed everything.

Now, your shivers had very little to do with the temperature and everything to do with desire. Your cheeks immediately heated at the thought of them together— fighting in bed whoever be the top. Muscles grinding as they explored each other’s bodies or the raw power they possessed as they took turns, relentlessly fucking each other ou—Stop!!

Sevika exhaled through her nose, rolling the cigarette between her fingers before finally tucking it away. Gave up completely before glancing at you. “Fine, fine. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You ignored the way your stomach flipped at that comment, biting back a blush as you inhaled deeply, trying to regain focus. Get it together. She was just good with words, that was all. Straightening your papers, you finally steered the conversation back to why you were here in the first place.

"Anyway..." You took a breath, regaining your professional tone. "Let’s begin. This meeting was called due to an ongoing issue—specifically, the escalating behavior of your children."

That got their attention.

You pushed past your nerves and continued, "Jinx and Mel… well, they seem to hate each other. I hadn’t realized it had turned into a full-blown rivalry."

Sevika, leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Oh?"

You nodded grimly and exhaled, closing your eyes for a moment. "To be blunt… it’s a disaster. Those two can’t be in the same room without it devolving into absolute chaos. It started with words—sharp insults, cutting remarks. Then it escalated. Pranks. Sabotage. Full-blown fights in the hallways. Just last week, Jinx set off a firework in the library after Mel insulted her artwork. And Mel? She responded by locking Jinx inside a janitor’s closet for an entire afternoon.''

Sevika let out a low whistle, while Ambessa merely raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

You rubbed your temple and sighed. "And yesterday? They decided to settle things with an actual fight in the courtyard. Half the student body gathered to watch before security had to step in."

You hesitated for a moment before adding, "Though Mel got the upper hand the—"

You didn’t even get to finish before Ambessa let out a low chuckle, a smirk tugging at her lips. "As expected of my child," she mused, her tone carrying an unmistakable note of pride. "I have taught her what I offer… and it seems she has put it to brilliant use. Though, she does have a rebellious streak at times."

For the first time, her brows didn’t knit together. Instead, Ambessa met your gaze, a rare, genuine smile curving her lips. "Tell me," she said smoothly, tilting her head ever so slightly. "What else?"

You were left speechless. Completely, utterly speechless. Among all the responses you had prepared for, Ambessa supporting Mel’s actions was not one of them. What type of parent would actually endorse their child's behavior when it inevitably leads them trouble — instead they were a source of pride for her.

Your throat tightened as you struggled to find words. "I—I we—"

A low, amused chuckle cut you off. Sevika, lounging comfortably, smirked at your reaction. "Did you really expect anything else?" she mused, shaking her head. "Come on. Ambessa lives for this kind of thing."

Ambessa scoffed, folding her arms. “I’d be disappointed if Mel didn’t.”

You didn't know what else to say. You sat there, staring both of them, struggling to find words that wouldn’t get lost in the sheer absurdity of it all. They were suppose to discuss about ways to solve about their child behavour. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose before running a hand over your face. Trying to argue against this was utterly hopeless. Whether you agreed or not, one thing was clear—Mel had inherited far more than just her mother’s ambition.

You turned to Sevika.

“Beside that, Jinx is...'' You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Difficult. Other parents have started complaining. If something isn’t done, things will escalate. Frankly, it’s lucky they have me as their teacher. If it were anyone else, this meeting would be happening in the principal’s office. Mel would be facing detention—and Jinx? They’re pushing for the school to take action against her behavior.”

Sevika frowned,. “What kind of ‘action’ are we talking about?”

You hesitated. “If she keeps this up… she’s looking at suspension. Or worse, expulsion.”

Sevika’s jaw tightened. You could see the way her fingers curled into fists on her lap, but she stayed quiet, waiting. Tring to process everything.

Ambessa observed listening.

Taking a deep breath, you continued. “But I don’t think it has to come to that.”

Both women raised an eyebrow.

“Jinx is difficult, yes, but she’s not beyond help.” You leaned forward slightly, setting your papers aside. “I'm the only one notice this but she’s brilliant. Creative. She sees things differently than most students. But she needs guidance. If she keeps being left to her own devices, she’ll keep lashing out, keep pushing boundaries because she thinks she has no other choice.”

Sevika scoffed. “And what? You think a few pep talks will fix her?”

You shook your head. “No, but structure will.”

That made them pause.

You took it as your cue to explain. “Jinx needs something to focus on—something that keeps her mind busy but also gives her a sense of accomplishment. Right now, she’s just rebelling for the sake of rebelling. If we redirect that energy into something productive, she won’t feel the need to cause trouble.”

Ambessa leaned forward, interested. “And you have a suggestion?”

You nodded. “I do.”

Both women waited, watching you carefully.

“Jinx is inventive. Give her an outlet for that. If she had a structured mentorship—something that challenged her, gave her a goal—I think she’d thrive.” You looked at Sevika. “She respects you. If you took on a more active role in guiding her, I think she’d respond.”

Sevika exhaled, running a hand through her short hair. “Tch. So, what, I become her life coach now?”

You allowed yourself a small smile. “Not a life coach. Just… someone who helps her channel that creativity before it turns destructive.”

Sevika huffed, “Look, I’m not against it or anything, but I know that kid. She won’t cooperate.”

You met her gaze, undeterred. “Well, if it doesn’t work out, at least we tried, right?” You tilted your head, offering a knowing smile. “I’d rather take the initiative than live with the guilt of not helping at all.”

A heavy silence followed.

Both women stared at you.

Then—Ambessa move, her voice cutting through the quiet atmosphere.

“And what about you?”

You blinked. “Me?”

“You clearly care about that child,” Ambessa said, voice steady. “Enough to come up with a plan instead of just pushing for punishment. You’re willing to put in extra effort. Are you offering to take responsibility for this?”

You hesitated—but only for a moment. “Yes.”

The weight of both their stares settled on you, heavier than before.

Sevika studied you for a long moment before shaking her head with a low chuckle. “Gotta say, I’m impressed. Didn’t think you had that kind of fire in you. I underestimated you, dove..”

Ambessa smirked, her gaze lingering—too long, too deliberate. “Neither did I.”

The way her eyes trailed over you, pausing at your lips, the exposed curve of your neck. You can't help but bit your lip going nervous.

There was something different in the way they looked at you now. Not just as a teacher. Not just as someone in the room. Your heart pounded as they spoke, as they sing you praises. It made your stomach tighten, heat creeping up your skin. You weren’t used to this. To their attention.

You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the way your skin burned under their gazes. “S-so… do we have a deal?”

Sevika exhaled through her nose, giving you a lopsided grin. “Fine. But if she drives me crazy, I’m sending that kid back”

You let out a small laugh, though it came out shakier than you intended. “Fair enough.”

You busied yourself with the papers in front of you, hoping to ground yourself. “W-well, I think that’s all for today. I’ll provide an update on the procedure soon.” You stole a glance at your watch. “Oh—look at that. Almost five already. We should all be heading out.”

You stood quickly, eager to put some distance between you and the tension coiling in the room. But before you could take a step, they didn’t move.

In fact, they were watching you.

Sevika tilted her head slightly amuse. “You in a hurry?”

You hesitated. “…I just thought—”

“Thought no one would be around anymore?” Ambessa’s voice was velvet-smooth, a slow hum that sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, her gaze sharp. “Even better.”

Your breath caught Before you could figure it out.

“That was quite impressive,” Ambessa continued, her fingers tapping lightly against the table. “The way you handled this situation. Far better than I expected. You’re far more capable than I initially assumed.” Her lips curved. “Especially for someone so young.”

Heat coiled low in your stomach.

“That’s why I believe rewards should be given where they’re due.”

Your pulse stuttered.

''R-reward?''

Ambessa smirked, tilting her head slightly as she studied you. "Yes. You went beyond your duty as a teacher. Instead of simply handing out punishment, you sought a solution. If it were any other teacher, this situation would have escalated into something far more troublesome." Her voice dropped a note lower, rich and deliberate. “That was… commendable.”

Her eyes flickered with some those menacing stare. You make a panicked sound. This is starting to feels dirty and wrong and your shaking with need clunging to the last threads of reason, scrambling for an excuse, any excuse, to put an end to this before it spiraled further. But your thoughts were sluggish, drowning beneath the weight of your devil mind to let go of your restrain.

Both women had been flirting with you from the very beginning, and now they were starting to push even deeper. Honestly, you wanted to applaud yourself for lasting this long. You were the type to give in easily—especially when it came to older, gorgeous, devastatingly buff women like them.

You should stop this. You had to stop this.

You were a teacher. A professional. A second parent to their child. You had no business being tangled in the dangerous game of a parent and her secret lover. You didn’t want to be caught in their web. And yet, your body betrayed you—your breath coming too fast, your hands gripping the desk just to keep steady. You could feel your thighs press together, desperate for relief. Their attention.

“Why not sit first and tell me…” Ambessa murmured, voice smooth, intoxicating. “What do you want?”

Your stomach flipped, and you obeyed.

Your mind screaming, it was drowning—drowning on the lewd thoughts that was clawing their way to the surface, desperate to break free.

“I—” Your breath hitched as you quickly shook your head. “That’s not necessary. I was just doing my job.”

Sevika let out a low chuckle, stretching out in her chair, watching you like a cat eyeing prey.

Ambessa hummed, her smirk never faltering. “Mm. A selfless one, aren’t you? little one” Her eyes dipped—to your lips—before returning to your face, her expression calm but lude.

Your pulse pounded. The way they watches me—God, you can’t breathe. The room suddenly felt too small. Too warm. Your eyes flickered to the door, mind racing, trying to calculate the possibilities of escape. But one look at them, at the predatory amusement in their gazes, and you knew—

They weren’t going to let you go that easily.

Sevika hummed “Come on dove, everyone wants something.”

“I don’t,” you insisted, trying to process everything “I mean—I don’t have anything in mind.”

Ambessa tilted her head, eyes gleaming. “No? Nothing at all?”

“Nothing.”

You paralyze on your seat, wishing—praying—for all of this to end before your mind was completely clouded by desire. You don’t know what you want anymore.

But oh, God.

Realizing this was it—your moment—made your breath hitch. This was the exact scenario you had fantasized about, and they were unknowingly granting your lifelong wish. The thought of being their plaything, against your better judgment, to be used as they pleased, sent a shiver down your spine. Your gaze flickered around the room.

There was a pause.

Then, Sevika chuckled, slow and deep, shaking her head as she adjusted her posture. Without warning, she stood, not hurried, not rushed her movements slow and deliberate. Your eyes widen as she started to rounded the desk, her heavy boots echoing against the floor with each step.

You stiffened when she stopped just beside you, leaning at the table, close enough that warmth radiated from her skin. You can smell the scent of smoke, leather, and hers—flooded your senses. Your pulse spiked. Heat coiled low in your stomach.

And then—she leaned down, half-perching on the desk, all casual. “Well, that’s a shame.”

You could barely look at her. “W-why?”

Sevika smirked, slow and sharp, before plucking your pen from the desk, rolling it between her fingers like it was something worth her time. “Because I was thinking of offering something… interesting. Perhaps a thanks for being a good teacher”

You swallowed hard. “W-what do you mean by that?”

Sevika didn’t answer right away. Instead, she moved—slow. She stretched just enough for her muscles to flex beneath her sleeves, and you couldn’t help but distracted. But the moment she noticed, you quickly looked away.

“You seem a little tense, teach.” Sevika voice was low, almost playful. “Relax.. After dealing with two headaches, you must be exhausted. but if you can't think of something i can.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

She tilted her chin toward your desk. “That magazine of yours seemed quite… nice..”

Your soul left your body.

Oh no. No, no, no.

Your breath caught, and you immediately started shaking your head. “It’s not mine! I swear! It was from a friend—she—she put it there—I wasn’t even—”

The words tumbled out in a frantic rush, heat crawling up your neck. Your hands waved in front of you, as if somehow that would make the whole situation disappear. Why did she have to remind you of that? Of course, they wouldn’t let you off the hook that easily especially as memorable as that.

Sevika chuckled, a low, rich sound. “You’re panicking, teach.”

“I’m not—”

Before you could say another word, Sevika reached forward, and in one smooth motion, she pressed a single finger against your lips. Silencing you.

You froze.

The warmth of her touch—pressed between your lips—sent a pulse of heat straight through you. Your breath hitched, eyes going wide as she leaned in slightly, her expression unreadable. Panic and desire coiled inside you, twisting together in a dizzying mix.

You wanted what Sevika was telling you. God, Lord, you wanted it so badly—needed it.

But you couldn’t.

Could you?

“Shhh,”Sevika murmured, the corner of her mouth.

Your pulse thundered in your ears. You were gasping, writhing, pulsing, trying to make her stop before you do exactly what it will take to get you trouble.

But before you do, Sevika took your hand in hers. slowly, deliberately. Her grip was firm and warm. You didn’t even have time to react before she lifted it to her lips—And pressed a slow, deliberate kiss against your knuckles. Your stomach flipped.

The kiss wasn’t just a kiss. It lingered. Her lips barely ghosted over your skin—soft yet teasing, like she was testing, taunting, waiting to see how you’d react. Somehow, everything she did became unbearably erotic, every touch, every movement. Your body felt like it was on fire, overwhelmed by the dizzying mix of emotions crashing over you.

You swallowed hard, fingers twitching in her hold.

“Sevika,” Ambessa drawled, watching at the side. Shifting you back to reality.

Sevika didn’t even look up. “What? Just giving our teacher here a proper thank-you.”

You were expecting Ambessa to stop Sevika. To put an end to this. But instead, she just smirked, shaking her head.. “Quite bold..” Then, in one smooth motion, she stood.

Your heart nearly stopped when she walked toward the door.

Click.

You jolted as the sound of the lock turning echoed through the room.

Slowly, so slowly, Ambessa turned back to face you, her caramel eyes gleaming. And then she started come to you as well.

Panic seized you, your throat tightening as you barely managed to swallow. Your fingers gripped the arms of your chair in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. Ambessa moved, coming to a stop on your other side—now, they were each flanking you.

It was ten times worse. You could barely handle Sevika alone and now here she was. They loomed over you, their presence suffocating in the most intoxicating way.

To your left, Sevika watched you with sharp, knowing eyes, drinking you in with an intensity that made your thighs press together involuntarily.

To your right, Ambessa stood tall, poised, utterly in control. When you dared to glance up at her, your breath hitched—just in time to see her undoing the fur black scarf around her neck. The fabric slipped away slowly, revealing more of her deep neckline—the soft plump of her cleavage, the way her dress framed her figure perfectly.

Oh. Oh, no. You were so done for.

“No need to be afraid, little one,” Ambessa murmured, her voice smooth, assured. “No one will know but us. No one is around to disturb or stop us. This is your moment to grant your fantasy, isn’t it? I’m not blind to the way you look at us with those adorable eyes of yours…”

Her words dripped with amusement, with certainty, as if she already knew your answer—knew exactly where this would all heading into.

Sevika’s grip on your hand tightened—firm, commanding. Then, Ambessa with deliberate ease, lifted your other hand, guiding it to her mascular thigh. The moment your fingers brushed against her skin, a jolt of electricity shot through you enough to make you gasp.

The sound must have pleased them because they both smirked, their expressions dark with amusement, with intent.

Being seduced by them was an instant, heavenly death.

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