“You pervert.”
Richard’s voice was a jagged blade.
Zara’s back hit the cold tiles of the restroom wall.
The world tilted.
She had been looking at his big fat cock lustfully.
That drink, whatever was in it, was turning her blood into fire, a current pulling her under.
“I…I…sorry,” she gasped, her hands shaking as she grabbed the sink for balance.
“I think I was drugged.
Please, I need help”.
She was breathing heavily.
Richard didn’t move away.
He just stood there, his cock pulsing, looking at her with a sick, detached interest.
“Hmm”.
He said.
He picked up her phone from the floor, his thumb hovering over the screen.
He saw the photo of her at the party, looking happy and untouchable and chuckled.
“You put this here because you wanted someone to look,” he said, his eyes hard.
“You knew someone was going to see this or are you trying to seduce me?
What are you even doing in the males’ bathroom?”
“No,” she wheezed, her head lolling back.
“Please.
I don’t feel right.
My body… it won’t stop.” She breathed fast.
He stared at her for a while.
“I know exactly who you are,” he said.
The shift in his tone was sharp.
“You work for Lily Chen.
Which makes you my enemy.
And I don’t help my enemies.”
He turned to leave, and panic exploded in Zara’s chest.
The heat between her legs was unbearable, a desperate, hollow ache that only he could fix.
She didn’t think.
She couldn’t.
“Wait,” she sobbed, stumbling toward him.
“Don’t go.
Please.”
He stopped, a dark smirk tugging at his lips.
“Begging already?
What happened to that professional assistant act?”
“Please at this point, I don’t care…I don’t care about Lily,” she whimpered, her hands fumbling with her jeans.
She was breathing hard this time.
She ripped the button open, her breath hitching as she slid them down.
She was slick, her pussy throbbing, desperate for the friction.
“Help me”.
She sobbed.
Her body was beating up.
She started to finger herself, her movements frantic and clumsy.
Richard laughed, the sound cold and amused.
“I see how desperate you are.
Pathetic.”
“Please,” she whimpered, arching her back.
“Help me.
Fuck me already.”
He stepped closer, his cock twitching.
He reached out and set his phone on the counter, angled perfectly, a calculated move she was too far gone to notice.
“You like it, don’t you?” he teased, stroking himself slow and heavy.
“You’ve been staring at it since you walked in.”
“I want it,” she groaned, her voice was raw.
“Inside me.
Now.”
“I’ll help you,” he whispered, stepping into her space.
“But you do whatever I say.
Tonight, you belong to me.
Deal?”
“No.” She said.
He chuckled and started to move away then she held his arms.
“Deal,” she gasped.
“Just fuck me.”
He laughed.
“Face the wall.”
She obeyed, pressing her palms into the cold tile.
He grabbed the back of her shirt, the fabric tearing loudly as he ripped it away, then her bra snapped.
He didn’t waste time.
He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, and slammed into her.
“Call me Daddy”.
“Dadddyyy!”
Zara screamed as he filled her, the force of it knocking the breath from her lungs.
“Urghhhh…ohhhhyymmmmmyyy…fuck”.
“God,” he growled, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back.
He started to fuck her, fast and brutal.
Every thrust was a claim.
“You are so sweet”.
She sobbed, her body clenching around him, the friction sparking waves of electricity through her nerves.
He shifted his grip, pinning her against the wall, his mouth descending to her neck, his teeth grazing her skin before he cupped her breasts then pinched her nipples slightly.
She gave a light moan.
Then he sucked hard on her breast.
She couldn’t stop the moans that tore from her throat.
“Daddyy…yes, right there!”
He kept going, hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her vision white.
He flipped her around, lifting her legs over his hips, his cock sliding in and out with wet, slapping sounds that echoed against the tile.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, biting his shoulder as the pleasure built, a tidal wave ready to crash.
“Are you mine?” he hissed, grinding his hips against hers.
“Yes,” she sobbed.
“I’m yours.
Fuck me, please, just fuck me!”
He went harder, his thrusts deep and punishing.
She hit her climax, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on him until she was shaking, her cries muffled by his shoulder.
A second later, he groaned, his body stiffening as he finished deep inside her, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
When he finally pulled out, he didn’t even look at her.
He adjusted his suit, his face already back to that cold, billionaire mask.
A sharp knock came at the door.
“Is everything alright in there?”
Richard walked to the door and unlocked it without a word.
The staff member outside paled, staring at the sight of him.
“Sorry, sir!
We didn’t know…,”
“It’s handled,” he said, walking out like he’d just finished a business meeting.
The walk home was a blur.
The drug was fading, replaced by a cold, hollow shame that settled in her stomach like lead.
What have I done?
She thought.
“Sex with Lily’s father in law”.
She said aloud as soon as she got into her apartment.
Zara get yourself together.
She wouldn’t know unless you tell her.
Besides, it was a mistake.
She thought to herself.
She collapsed onto her bed, not bothering to change.
She didn’t cry.
She just stared at the ceiling until sleep finally took her.
She woke to the sound of her phone buzzing.
8:00 AM.
Ten missed calls from Lily.
Two from an unknown number.
Her heart hammered against her ribs.
She threw on clothes and raced out the door, her mind screaming for answers she didn’t have.
She burst into the LChen Events office.
Lily was already there, pacing near her desk.
She stopped when she saw Zara, her eyes raking over her disheveled state.
“Where have you been?
I’ve called you ten times.”
Zara couldn’t find her voice.
Behind Lily, the office TV flickered.
The news was on.
A high-definition photo of Richard Sinclair filled the screen.
Her stomach dropped into the floor.
She wasn’t just a worker anymore.
She was a pawn.
And she had already been moved.