POV: DIMITRI
Dimitri sat in his office, his door locked, his hand wrapped around his cock as he watched Eve fall apart.
He'd been rock hard since the moment she'd positioned that camera. Since the moment he'd seen her face....flushed with arousal and humiliation and desperate need....as she'd touched herself in a room full of people.
The power of it was intoxicating. Knowing she was his to command. His to control. His to pleasure and deny and break and rebuild.
He watched her fingers move faster, watched her head fall back against her chair, watched her mouth open in a silent scream as the orgasm hit her.
Her whole body shook with it. Convulsed. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, her thighs trembling, her free hand gripping the edge of her desk so hard her knuckles went white.
Beautiful.
Absolutely, devastatingly beautiful.
He stroked himself faster, chasing his own release, watching her pleasure play out on his screen.
