The word escaped before she could stop it—raw, desperate, a plea wrapped in surrender.
The footsteps stopped.
She kept her eyes closed. Couldn't look at him. If she looked, she'd either send him away forever or do something irreversible—or beg him to fuck her right here on the kitchen floor.
"What would happen?" Her voice was so quiet, trembling. "If I said yes. If I was… honest."
The silence that followed felt like an eternity—charged, electric, thick with the scent of her arousal hanging heavy in the air.
"Whatever you wanted to happen," he finally said, voice low and steady—rough with restrained hunger. "This only works if you choose it. If you ask for it. I don't take, Ms. Chen. I only give what's requested—every touch, every lick, every inch of my cock inside you, exactly how you beg for it."
