"Alright, Petra… answer me this. What were you doing in this room?"
That was the first question.
Rafah's sharp eyes fixed on her without blinking, both arms crossed over her chest. The posture felt deliberately imposing, enough to make the air heavy with discomfort.
Even if that gaze was not overtly threatening, it was clear enough to tell Petra that every word she spoke from this point on would be watched closely, without mercy.
Petra sat upright on the sofa, her face drained of color. She forced a smile, trying to mask the surge of panic tightening in her chest. The room now held only the two of them, since Rafah had already ordered Napassorn to leave.
"I… I didn't see anything."
It did not answer the question at all. And worse, it was an obvious lie.
Rafah lifted an eyebrow slightly, her voice calm.
"I asked what you were doing here. I did not ask whether you saw anything."
Petra swallowed hard. "I… I just came in to rest in this room… and I fell asleep. Please don't make a big deal out of this, Khun Rafah. I really didn't see anything. I swear."
The words rushed out in a flustered stream, half explanation, half plea for mercy. Rafah merely glanced at her, unimpressed.
"Go ahead and swear. You would die for nothing."
Her tone was so flat it carried almost no emotion at all.
Petra managed a weak smile.
"Give me your phone," Rafah ordered.
Petra froze.
"Why do you need it?"
"Don't ask questions. Unlock it too."
But Petra resisted.
"Then answer me first, Khun Rafah. What are you going to do with it?"
Rafah shot her a sharp, disapproving look. "I'll have my assistant check whether you secretly took any photos or videos. Even if Napassorn and I are only temporary bed partners, if any clips or images were leaked, I'm sure you understand what the word 'disaster' means."
Petra went still. "So… you're just bed partners?"
"Yes. Why?"
Petra hurriedly waved her hands in denial, even though she had no hidden agenda, only shock. At first, she had assumed Napassorn was Rafah's girlfriend. The truth was the complete opposite of what she had imagined.
It was not that Petra was naive about sex. She simply never expected two women who appeared so perfect on the surface to have a no-strings-attached relationship, let alone a sexual dynamic that involved choosing a risky location and role-play that resembled a mistress and her submissive. Napassorn stripping, crawling on her knees, and touching herself in front of Rafah had shattered that image entirely.
The Rafah Witchakornin Petra thought she knew had twisted into something unrecognizable in a single instant.
"No, it's nothing. I swear, Khun Rafah. I really didn't record anything. I just came in here to rest and fell asleep."
Rafah paid no attention to the explanation. She remained standing with her arms crossed, looking at Petra with cool detachment. The pressure in her gaze tightened until Petra had no choice but to pull out her phone, unlock it, and hand it over.
Rafah scanned through it briefly, then let out a quiet sigh.
"Petra, where do you live? I'll drive you home."
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A black luxury Jaguar glided quietly through the night streets. Streetlights passed over the windshield, casting soft shadows across the face of the woman in the passenger seat. Petra sat with her bag clutched tightly in her lap, her gaze drifting toward the driver from time to time. She had never imagined that Rafah herself would be the one to drive her home.
That beautiful face looked as flawless as a sculpture. Petra tried to look away, but found herself unable to. Rafah was the kind of woman whose beauty felt unreal, as if she should not exist in this world at all.
Beautiful, yet cold.
Seemingly gentle, yet undeniably powerful.
The image of Rafah in that room remained vivid in Petra's mind. The way she had ordered Napassorn to undress, to crawl toward her, to touch herself for her pleasure, as if Napassorn had been nothing more than a toy for the night. Petra knew well that what she had witnessed was a secret no one would ever want exposed.
And yet, the memory was far too intense to push aside. It stirred a strange feeling she could not quite understand. Petra closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to drive the heat out of her chest.
At last, the luxury car slowed and came to a stop in front of her condominium.
"Thank you for driving me home, Khun Rafah."
"You're welcome."
Rafah's reply was brief, but the look she cast toward Petra felt as if it could swallow her whole. It was not the kind of gaze meant for someone you had just met. It was something more than that. It was the gaze of a predator, ready to seize its prey the moment it let its guard down.
Or at the very least, the moment it allowed the opportunity.
Petra sensed the pressure hidden behind that look. She forced a faint smile, quickly opened the car door, and stepped out. Then she walked into the building without looking back even once.
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That night, inside her condominium,
Petra lay still on the bed, a thin blanket draped over her thighs. Light from outside the window filtered through the sheer curtains and fell softly onto the carpet. She should have been asleep, yet she could not force her eyes to close.
The moment she shut them, the image returned again and again. Rafah watching Napassorn with clear satisfaction as she stood naked, knelt, crawled closer, and offered her body in obedience to every command.
Petra had seen countless intimate scenes between women on a screen before, but she had never felt inside them. Not until tonight.
A question she should never have allowed to surface echoed relentlessly in her mind.
What if it were her instead of Napassorn?
What if she were the one kneeling in front of Rafah?
Her heart trembled as heat spread through her body. Petra closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, trying to push the images away. But the more she resisted, the more sharply her senses flared, as if Rafah had awakened an instinct she had never dared to acknowledge.
Rafah made her body feel desire.
Without realizing it, Petra's hand drifted lower, until that touch merged with the image of Rafah in her mind. She had never done this before. Not like this. Not while imagining a woman she had only exchanged a few glances with.
But Petra could not stop.
Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts, meeting warm, sensitive skin that pulsed beneath her touch. Her heart screamed for her to stop, yet her body felt as though it had been stirred by something irresistible.
Petra squeezed her eyes shut.
In her mind, it was Rafah touching her body.
Her fingers moved softly at first, then gradually quickened. The sensation came in waves, crashing again and again, as if Rafah herself were setting the rhythm.
Petra felt something building, rising higher with each moment. Heat flooded her entire body, too intense to control. She bit down on her lower lip every time the image of Rafah's sharp gaze flashed through her thoughts, and each time, her fingers moved faster, deeper, more desperate.
And in that moment, her body shuddered.
The pleasure flared briefly, but it left behind a truth she did not want to admit. She desired Rafah.
And deeper than that, she wanted to be completely under that woman's control.
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