(POV Luke)
I arrived at the building's door around 6:30 p.m., feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. The name on the screen was Sofia. We had exchanged contacts that morning; I'd had her number in the past, but the data was lost when I changed phones. I slid my finger across the screen and answered.
"Hi, Sofia. How are you?"
"Hi… I'm fine. I just wanted to hear your voice." Her voice sounded soft, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of my lips. "How was the rest of your day?"
I started telling her about going to the company, feeling a strange warmth in my chest. It was a new experience for me. Bianca usually never showed real interest; she didn't interact, didn't ask questions, didn't seem to care about anything that happened outside her reach. Feeling special to someone was, at the same time, good and unsettling.
I passed through the lobby, greeted the doorman, and when I stopped in front of the elevator, I warned her that I needed to hang up.
"Sofia, I'm getting into the elevator now. The signal here is terrible."
"Oh… I wanted to hear you a little longer…"
"We'll talk later. We have time."
"Okay. I love you, Luke."
"I know. See you later."
I hung up. The weight of not returning the "I love you" tightened my chest, but I couldn't lie. I entered the elevator wondering if I'd ever say it back. But before that, I'd need to organize the chaos that was my life and my relationships with other women.
When I entered the apartment, the silence hit me. Unlike usual, Bianca wasn't in the living room, hypnotized by her phone. I went upstairs and noticed her bedroom door was closed—something unusual. I imagined she might be sleeping or feeling sick, but knowing Bianca, any attempt to help would be met with an insult. I chose to go to my room.
I prepared a bath and sank into the tub to relax. While the hot water eased the tension, I exchanged messages with Olivia. She said she missed me at college and, of course, I made up some excuse; I couldn't say I'd been "kidnapped" by Sofia. Olivia mentioned that Luther was calm, which surprised me. I thought he'd cause a scene after the party, but his silence was suspicious.
I left the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around my waist, as I always did since I was in the privacy of my room. But when I crossed the doorway, I froze.
Bianca was sitting on my bed.
She was wearing a silk robe that covered almost her entire body, but the provocative look and the mischievous smile she gave me made it clear there was something underneath.
"Is everything okay, Bianca?" I asked, frowning, genuinely confused by the heavy robe in that heat.
"It is. I just wanted to know if I bought the right thing."
She stood up with calculated slowness. Bianca untied the knot of the robe and let the fabric slide off her shoulders, revealing the most sinful sight I had ever seen.
She wore black French lace lingerie, extremely sophisticated and minimal. The balconette bra lifted her pale cleavage, squeezing her breasts in a way that made them seem to beg for touch. The panties were a tiny thong, with sheer details that left very little to the imagination, framing her wide hips and firm thighs. The contrast of black lace against her light skin was breathtaking. She looked like an erotic work of art, sculpted to dominate.
"Well… I think I got it right, judging by your reaction," she said, pointing with her chin at the bulge that had suddenly raised my towel like a tent.
Before I could form a thought, she closed the distance. Bianca pressed her body against mine, her perfume invading my senses.
"Let me see…" she murmured.
With a quick movement, she untied the towel. The fabric fell to the floor, revealing my fully erect, throbbing cock. Bianca didn't step back; she stayed there, skin to skin, and began whispering in my ear while her long, cool fingers stroked my member with light, almost torturous movements.
"Look how hard it is… You need to cum, don't you? You really want this," her voice was pure malice as her grip slowly tightened. "If you ask me like a good boy, I'll make you cum. But you have to be an obedient boy…"
She blew warm air against my ear, and in that instant, everything became clear. The story about "buying something for a date" was a trap. Bianca didn't want a man; she wanted to control me. She wanted me to be her toy, a pleasure tool she could use, discard, and put away when she was satisfied.
A sudden desire for revenge burned inside me. She wanted to play? Fine. I'd accept the invitation—but flip the board. If she wanted me to be the "puppy," she'd find out that even dogs can bite the hand that leads them. I'd make her beg for what she thought she'd give me as a favor.
"Bianca… yes. I want to cum," I replied in a gentle voice, feigning submission.
I saw the triumphant gleam in her eyes. She gripped my cock firmly, as if holding a possession.
"I'll make you cum. But you'll have to obey me," she said, pulling me toward the bed with a superior smile. "Now, lick me. Like an obedient puppy."
Bianca lay back on the bed, legs spread in an invitation loaded with authority. I knelt between her thighs and, with my fingertips, slid the thin silk of her panties aside. There, her intimacy was revealed: a perfectly shaped pussy, delicately pink and impeccably shaved. The skin around it was flawlessly pale, highlighting the scene before my eyes.
"Hurry up," her voice lashed impatiently, trying to keep the commanding role.
I ignored the authoritarian tone and focused on pleasure. I leaned in and slowly ran my tongue over her, tasting the sweet, natural flavor that came from her, like fresh honey. Without giving her time to breathe, I focused on her clit. My tongue worked in short, precise movements, up and down over the small button of pleasure. Immediately, a deep sigh escaped her lips—the sound of Bianca's resistance crumbling, a "finally" she could no longer hide.
I intensified my efforts. My tongue became faster, circling and pressing in all the right spots while I slid two fingers inside her. Her inner grip was tight, but her lubrication was already abundant, easing the in-and-out motion of my fingers. The wet sound of friction filled the silence of the room.
"That… aaah… keep going like that…" her moans were now visceral, stripped of any trace of arrogance.
Bianca was completely surrendered to her body's reflexes. The liquid that flowed from her coated my fingers, warm and slick. It didn't take long; her body locked up, her thighs trembled violently, and a hoarse moan from deep in her throat announced her climax. I pulled back slowly, lips wet, eyes fixed on her.
"Fuck… that was good. Where are you going?" she asked, voice shaky, watching me stand.
"To get a condom," I replied, calm and controlled.
"Very good," she murmured, trying to reclaim her bossy pose.
I went to the wardrobe, grabbed the packet, and with deliberately slow movements, rolled the latex over my throbbing cock. I returned to the bed under Bianca's gaze, now glowing with devouring lust.
"Hurry up," she urged, eyes locked on the thickness I brought back to her.
I knew the control was shifting. Before I positioned myself, she removed the top of her lingerie, exposing her full, heavy breasts, nipples hard and pointed at me like needles. I knelt between her legs, but instead of penetrating her, I just slid the head along her entrance, lightly teasing her.
"Ah… what are you doing? Put it in already!" she hissed, anxiety overflowing.
"Not yet."
"What…? Aaah!"
She couldn't finish the sentence. I rubbed my glans directly against her clit, catching her completely off guard. The shock of pleasure made her arch her back.
"You know… I'm not going to act like your little pet," I whispered, rolling my hips forward, just sliding over her without entering. "You're really wet, aren't you?"
"Shut up, idiot…" she snapped, but her face was deeply flushed and her breathing a mess. "Just follow my orders."
I smirked and leaned over her. I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard and fast, making her yelp, while my hand squeezed the other breast firmly. I pressed my face close to hers, feeling the heat of her skin, and whispered into her ear:
"You want me to fuck you, don't you? Look how hard your nipple is… you're overflowing with desire, Bianca."
She fell silent, breathing heavily, fighting the fact that I was now in control. I didn't want to break her—I wanted her to understand that this power game had new rules. I slid my cock over her clit again, slow and torturous. It was the final blow.
"Please… fuck me," her voice came out in a tone I'd never heard before—purely pleading and sensual.
A satisfied smile spread across my face. I lifted myself, lined up, and with a firm, decisive thrust, entered her all at once. My cock slid fully inside, filling her to the hilt. Her eyes rolled back instantly, and a moan of pure ecstasy escaped her parted lips.
"Aaah…" she let out, finally surrendered to the pleasure only I could give.
That role reversal was the peak of their dynamic. Luke using "Good girl" was the killing blow to Bianca's ego, cementing that, in that moment, he was the one setting the rules.
It was a good thing she gave in, because maintaining that posture of control was costing me every ounce of sanity. Having a woman like Bianca, naked and pulsing beneath me, was a test of endurance for any man. But now that she had lowered her guard, it was my turn to work. With my cock filling her completely, feeling the heat of her inner walls hugging me, I started to move.
There was no room for gentleness. Bianca was already overflowing, so I didn't need slow foreplay. I began with fast, deep thrusts, plunging into her with a voracity that caught her off guard. With every thrust, I hit exactly where she needed it most; her face twisted, the mask of coldness melting into an expression of pure ecstasy. She seemed submerged in an ocean of sensations she could no longer navigate.
I was at my limit too. Her insides squeezed my glans with an absurd force, a rhythmic suction that made me want to go deeper every time. The only frustration was the barrier of the condom; I would've given anything to feel the natural wetness of that hot pussy directly on my skin.
"Ahh… fuck… this is so good," she let out, and the sound of that confession was music to my ears.
I braced my elbows on the mattress, leaning down until we were face to face. Seeing me so close, Bianca wrapped her arms around my back, pulling me into her. Our lips met in a kiss that started soft but quickly turned hungry and dirty. My tongue explored hers with the same urgency my cock explored her insides.
Sweat began to bead, gluing our skins together. Her breasts, pressed against my chest, bounced in a frantic rhythm. The room filled with the wet sound of my hips slapping against her thighs, mixing with the sounds of our kiss. Suddenly, Bianca broke the kiss, throwing her head back and rolling her eyes as her body short-circuited. Her inner walls clenched in violent spasms, trapping me like a vice. Her expression was total surrender, a genuine ahegao from someone who had lost all footing.
"You came?" I asked, voice rough, wanting confirmation of my victory.
"Ah… yes…" she admitted, breathless.
"Good girl," I praised with a crooked smile. Watching her arrogance turn into that momentary submission was the best part.
But I wasn't satisfied. I wanted her to lose herself once more before allowing myself to finish. I changed the angle, pulling her legs over my shoulders, exposing her even more. With her completely open, my thrusts became long and heavy, making the bed creak.
"Luke… wait… I can't…" she tried to say, but I silenced her with precise thrusts.
"You can take it, Bianca. Ask one more time," I provoked, watching her bite her lower lip until it nearly bled.
"More… do it again…" she begged, nails digging into my triceps.
I increased the speed until the movement became a blur of skin and sweat. Pleasure boiled at the base of my spine, ready to explode. Bianca began to tremble again, her moans rising in pitch, signaling the second orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She convulsed, screaming my name as she shattered in pleasure for the second time.
That final squeeze was the trigger. I felt my cock throb inside her, growing even harder under the pressure. With one last thrust that joined us to the bone, I let out a low growl and came. It was an intense release, pulsing through my entire body as I filled the latex inside her.
I collapsed on top of her, exhausted, feeling Bianca's heart hammer against my chest. We stayed there, just breathing the same heavy air, while the night outside seemed to stop and watch us.
After the climax, the room sank into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of our breathing returning to normal. I still felt the warmth of Bianca's body beneath mine, but as if a switch had been flipped, I felt the rigidity return to her muscles.
Bianca pulled away abruptly, grabbing the sheet to cover her body with forced elegance, like putting on armor. She fixed her messy hair with a gesture and looked down at me, regaining that cold, superior gleam in her eyes.
"Well… you were okay. You need to improve," she said sharply, with no trace of the vulnerability from minutes before. "I'm going to my room. I've already gotten what I wanted and I need to rest. Don't think this gives you any privilege, Luke. You're still a loser."
I watched her leave my room in silence. The performance was flawless, worthy of an actress, acting as if everything had gone exactly the way she wanted. I started to wonder if Bianca was a sexual tsundere.
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(POV Bianca)
As soon as I heard the click of Luke's bedroom door closing, my posture instantly collapsed. I entered my own room and slammed the door, leaning my back against the cold wood. My knees gave out, and I slid down to the floor, burying my face in my hands.
"Fuck… fuck, fuck!" I whispered angrily, my face burning with shame.
I was angry. Blindly angry at myself. Why couldn't I keep control? I had planned everything: I would seduce him, I would set the rules, I would use him like a tool and then discard him with a sarcastic remark to put him back in his place. That was the plan! Luke was supposed to be my toy, my obedient puppy.
But instead, what happened? The moment he touched me, the moment he defied my command and called me "good girl," I completely melted. I begged. Me, Bianca, I begged to be fucked by him. Nothing was working! Every manipulation tactic I tried seemed to ricochet and hit me twice as hard.
I could still feel the trace of his touch burning on my skin, and it infuriated me. How dare he flip the game?
"He's just an idiot… an annoying idiot," I muttered, throwing a pillow against the wall.
Worst of all was the feeling of defeat. I felt exposed, vulnerable… and to my complete horror, I was already craving to feel him on top of me again. I hated him for that. I hated the fact that my body now responded to him before I could even form an insult.
I spent the night awake, tossing in bed, alternating between hatred for Luke and frustration at not being able to tame him. I needed a new strategy. If I couldn't control him through sheer force of will, maybe I'd have to give in a little…