[Music: I Put A Spell On You By Annie Lennox]

"You fucking punished me for buying them!" I exploded.

"So?"

I gasped, taking a step back, but he snatched my waist and brought me closer.

"We can’t let it go to waste, especially when you have such a wonderful pussy..." His eyes twinkled as he recalled what happened in that closet, and I did too.

No, no, no! I was meant to put a wall over that!

"Now... open that pretty mouth for me."

"You animal—Ah!"

Zade squeezed my asscheek and seized that opportunity. I glared hard at him as I felt the texture of the small-sized silicone vibrator in my mouth.

Then he took it out, yanking me further to the car until my front pressed against the leather, hips in the air.

Zade ripped through the barrier of my stockings directly at my clit.

"You psycho! This is Maxine’s creation!" I screamed.

"I’m appreciating her talent, kitten."

I swallowed when I felt his finger penetrate me gently as if to test me out.

"Hmh!" I moaned, clenching the leather with my fingers, greatly resisting the urge to bury my face and ruin my drop-dead gorgeous makeup.

"Z-Zade!" I panicked when his finger went deeper.

"Shhh... kitten. You can take it."

We’re in the fucking compound for Christ’s sake!

He retreated his finger and replaced it with the vibrator, and the penetration was smooth because of how wet I was already.

I swallowed a thick breath as I felt it set in place. The cold air was gone as he covered me up with my dress, but that doesn’t erase the fact that I now have a fucking hole between my legs.

Zade helped me stand, but I don’t think I was doing much of that.

"You took that so well..." he praised, his breath hot against my ear. "You should’ve seen it." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

I don’t even know what to say anymore. My attempts to get on a boss girl aura have been reduced to a slutty girl aura.

But I wasn’t gonna give up that easily.

I pushed him off me, or maybe he chose to step away. His eyes dared me, and I knew he wanted my disobedience right now. The moment I do, then the opera would be history, his eyes screamed for it.

So I did the opposite. I got into the car, taking my bag and clenching it tightly as a means to rule out the mix of sensations shooting up across my body as if I held onto a pole during a storm.

I exhaled sharply when he got in, and the doors closed.

"Seatbelts."

With shaky hands, I strapped it on, determined to show poise and whatever was left of it.

I flipped down the visor mirror to check my face.

Zade chuckled. "Relax, kitten. You’re unspoiled."

I shot him a glare, and his grin only widened as he tucked the cigar between his lips and murmured in a breath.

"You’re breathtaking."

I felt butterflies in my stomach. Completely taken over by that bizarre reaction, I peeled my eyes away.

Thankfully, he didn’t say anything else and drove out. However, the silence was the most awkward I have ever experienced.

I was uncomfortable, and the urge to adjust in my seat felt like war. The sensation of something crammed up in my pussy was difficult to handle. I felt almost suffocated down there.

I’ve never used something like this before, and this was all kinds of wrong to the point I couldn’t find my own damn conscience anymore.

Where’s sensible Ana?

She helped me keep my conscience alive, but now it was just downright slut energy.

What happened in the closet... the car... has triggered something I can’t explain.

In a heavy breath, I moved my eyes as secretly as possible to Zade, in the middle of turning the wheels smoothly with one hand, a lit cigar tucked between his lips.

As if he knew I was looking, no matter how discreet I was... he slowly shifted his hollow gaze to me, soft smoke curling from his lips.

I forced my eyes away, my chest rising and falling heavily like I was about to have a heart attack.

We arrived at the opera house, and my nerves jammed out of place.

Zade was the first to get out of the car, and I watched him with far too much attention as he took the last drag of his cigar and flicked it somewhere.

Soft breaths fled from me as he rounded the car to my side, and the door opened.

He stuck out his hand for me, and I took it. The moment I got out, the flashes blinded me, and voices erupted as several questions were thrown from all angles.

I didn’t even realize we had moved onto the red carpet, not until my eyes adjusted to the fast flashes, and the photographers were eager, going crazy at the mere sight of us.

We lingered, allowing them to take as much as they wanted. I couldn’t withstand looking at Zade because the entire time, I could feel his eyes piercing through my skull.

When our gaze connected, the flickering sounds went dead silent, and everything slowed like we were in a time loop.

My heart battered in my chest until I was convinced my ribcage was gonna snap.

So I forced a smile, the fakest I could muster, to give the public what they wanted as I looked away.

We move, Zade’s hand still possessively on my waist as we step into the building.

There was a grand hallway, with bright chandeliers lining the ceiling like a path, and it was almost as if we had stepped into a regal threshold.

"That was quite a performance, darling..." Zade remarked. "I almost thought you were gonna kiss me there."

My smile dropped instantly.

It was at the tip of my tongue to bite back and curse at him to oblivion, but I was too busy addressing the problem between my legs.

Every step felt like my own doom. This entire night was my doom already.