Chapter 6 Obedience and Pleasure

Bella was out of breath, her naked body a moaning mess beneath Lucian as he gripped her slim waist tightly and swept his tongue over her breast. He had been at it for so long that she was convinced Lucian had never had his fill of his mother's breasts when he was younger.

He did nothing more. She thought he would fuck her, but he just focused on sucking her nipples.

She panted, gripping the sheets tightly.

"Please," she moaned in ecstasy, her nipples sore yet throbbing with that sweet, insistent tingle that refused to fade.

Lucian palmed her breasts harder, somehow managing to draw both swollen nipples into his mouth at once, his tongue dragging slow, deliberate circles over them.

"So full," he growled.

"Your nipples are so fun to suck on," he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak, eyes dark with hunger. "No wonder that child was so easily swayed by them."

Bella's moans grew louder, sharper, his filthy words pushing her right to the brink.

"I'm...I'm about to cum, ahh..." she gasped, the sound dragging out long and desperate as her body tensed.

Lucian only flicked his tongue faster, relentless, teasing the swollen peaks until Bella arched off the bed, back bowing in a perfect curve. Pleasure crashed through her in violent shock waves; she trembled uncontrollably, thighs clenching, breath hitching as the orgasm tore through her, from nothing but his mouth on her nipples.

He finally pulled back, lips glistening, and gazed down at her flushed, shivering form. A slow, satisfied smirk curled across his face, dark eyes gleaming with triumph.

"You can go now," he said "But this is just the beginning. Next time, I will ravage that pussy of yours. A little time to adjust... consider it a privilege I'm granting you."

Bella bit her lower lip hard enough to feel the sting, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. She nodded, cheeks flushed.

"O-okay... anytime, sir," she muttered, the words barely audible, submissive and breathless.

Yet beneath the haze of lingering pleasure, a thread of fear coiled tight in her chest. Her heart pounded not only from the thrill, but from the sudden, sharp question that filled her mind: had she truly made the right decision?

She rose from the bed and slipped her nightgown back on, the thin silk slid over her skin, clinging to her curves.

Lucian hadn't moved. He sat propped against the headboard, eyes dark and predatory, fixed on the sway of her hips, the round swell of her ass as the fabric settled over it. A slow, appreciative smirk tugged at his mouth. Maddening, perfect curves...he could already feel the ache building again.

In two strides he was behind her. His hand came down hard against her ass, a sharp, possessive smack.

Bella flinched, a startled gasp slipping from her lips... anger flared up in her chest.

She hated it...hated when men did that to her.

Yes, he had given her pleasure, and she had been okay with that. But smacking her ass was different. That was one thing she couldn't stand.

Her palm burned with the urge to hit him back, but she didn't. She couldn't.

One wrong move and the deal was off, he could throw her back into the cold with nothing.

So she swallowed the anger, pushed it down until it settled heavy in her stomach, and fixed her gaze on the floor.

"G-goodnight," she muttered, her voice small, brittle.

Her fingers closed around the doorknob. With trembling hands, she turned it, slipped out, and pulled the door shut behind her. She walked away quickly, her heart pounding as she fled down the hall to her room.

*******

Inside a towering skyscraper, a man stood by the window, hands buried in his pockets, staring out at nothing.

"Sir, Lucian has acquired the company before us. I'm so-"

The punch landed before the apology could be finished.

The man staggered back, clutching his face.

"Get out!" he roared.

The room emptied instantly.

He turned back to the window, jaw tight, eyes dark with fury.

"Lucian," he muttered coldly. "I will ruin you. This business world isn't big enough for the both of us."

******

It was morning. Bella stretched lazily in the huge bed, then went about her routine...bathing Zara, feeding her, then rocking her to sleep.

She finally settled in the living room to watch television. Lucian had already left for work, and she let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"Thank God... I thought I'd have to suck his dick or something as a starter." She muttered.

The TV paused on an interview about independence and finding your own path in life. The host addressed the guest, a powerful woman whose success radiated from the screen.

"Miss Ava Spark, do you have any advice for the women out there? You single-handedly run the biggest industry in Australia," the host added, leaning forward.

Ava Spark smiled, calm and confident.

"Don't be scared. Use every opportunity wisely, be smart okay. Don't hold back from life...stand up and go after what you want. You can be someone. Never rely on a man; they will fail you. Trust yourself first."

Bella felt warmth in her chest. She loved the woman's words. She had always dreamed of owning a little business herself, but life... life had other plans.

She sighed, remembering her teenage years. She had been a bright student, surviving just enough to earn her high school diploma on a scholarship. University had been impossible, survival had left no room for dreams.

But maybe... maybe I can still try, she thought, a spark of determination forming in her mind. Right there, she decided what she would ask Lucian for.

Turning on music, she danced around the living room, feeling light and excited. For the first time in a long while, hope stirred inside her, and she let herself enjoy it.

******

(RODRIGUEZ COMPANY)

Lucian sat in his office, eyes on the massive screen before him. The camera feed from the mansion's living room showed Bella dancing, spinning around in a crop top and shorts, shaking her hips completely lost in her own world.

Normally, he didn't bother checking the CCTV, but something made him glance over today. His "desperate little slut," was right there in full view-how could he not see what she was doing?

He narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping in. Women are always devious, he thought, even the ones scraping by in poverty. Something about her carefree movements didn't sit right with him, and he made a mental note to keep watching.

She began twerking, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, making her ass bounce and sway hypnotically.

Lucian's cock strained instantly against his trousers, throbbing at the sight. A dark smirk curved his lips as he watched her. He zipped it down with unhurried fingers, freeing his thick, rigid length. It sprang out, already leaking at the tip.

He wrapped his hand around the shaft and started stroking slowly, eyes locked on the screen, savoring every teasing movement of her body.

"Fuck," Lucian grunted, eyes glued to the screen, lust burning through him as he bit down hard on his lower lip. He was teetering right on the edge.

"Rosabella," he moaned, her full name rolling off his tongue like a prayer as his hand sped up, stroking faster, harder.

He squeezed his eyes shut, imagining her soft hands wrapped around his cock instead of his own-warm, teasing, perfect. The fantasy pushed him too far. With a ragged breath, he forced himself to stop just before the release, shoving his throbbing length back into his trousers and zipping up with trembling fingers.

He snatched his car keys from the desk and strode out, jaw clenched, every step fueled by raw, unresolved need.

********

Back at the house, Bella heard the low rumble of a car pulling into the drive, followed by the heavy click of the front door opening. She frowned, pausing mid-fold over one of Lucian's designer shirts. It was barely past noon; Miss Margaret never left the estate, and no one else had keys.

Curious, she set the shirt aside and padded down the stairs in her bare feet.

Lucian stood in the entrance hall, jacket slung over one arm, tie loosened and hanging crooked against his chest. His hair was slightly mussed, as though he'd raked his fingers through it one too many times.

"You're back early," she said, surprised, lifting her voice.

He didn't answer.

His gaze roamed over her slowly, deliberately, lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath the thin crop top, then drifting lower to the generous curve of her full hips, so perfectly on display in those tiny shorts. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, as he drank her in without a word.

Bella shifted uncomfortably under his stare but pressed on.

"Um... I have something to ask you," she said, lifting her chin. "I want a phone. I've never had one."

Lucian's brow arched. "What do you need a phone for?" His voice came off strong and intimidating "To gossip about our little contract with your orphan friends and invite them all here?"

Her heart sank, a sharp sting blooming behind her ribs. She was used to insults, had armored herself against most of them, but this one cut deeper than the others.

"I just want to use social media, listen to music , use headphones , watch reels and play games, it's boring here afterall , it's just me , Zara and Miss Margaret," she said, keeping her voice steady. "I don't have anyone to call. And according to our contract, you're supposed to grant my every wish. This is my wish."

Lucian pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he studied her. She didn't need a phone. Her world, in his eyes, was meant to shrink until it held only him. Connections, distractions, outside voices...they didn't belong here.

Yet she met his gaze with that stubborn spark in her eyes, daring him to refuse.

"Alright," Lucian finally said, voice rough and eyes fixed on her lips. "Suck my dick then. I need relief. I came back from work to bury it in your mouth...not to hear your demands."

He stepped closer, towering over her.

"Kneel."