Madison"Careful with that smart mouth," he warned, though I could hear the amusement in his voice. "Now, lie down on the couch." I straightened up and turned to face him. His tie was loosened, and the top button of his shirt undone. His eyes were dark with desire as they roamed over me. "Lie down," he repeated, his voice commanding in a way that weakened my knees. I sat on the couch and reclined, my heart pounding against my ribs. The leather was cool against my back, starkly contrasting the heat building inside me. "Spread your legs," he instructed, taking a seat in an armchair opposite the couch. "And touch yourself." I stared at him, my cheeks burning. "What?" "You heard me." He leaned back, getting comfortable. "I want to watch you touch that pussy that belongs to me." My face flushed hot with embarrassment. "Mr. Knight, I—" "Are you refusing?" One eyebrow arched in a challenge. "Because I can think of far more demanding punishments for disobeying me twice in one day." I
MadisonWe entered a massive bedroom dominated by a king-sized bed with dark blue sheets. The room was minimalist but luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the private lake. "On the bed," Alexander commanded. "On your back, legs spread." I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself as instructed. Alexander opened a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out what looked like a small, egg-shaped device. "Do you know what this is?" he asked, holding it up. "A vibrator," I replied, my mouth suddenly dry. "Smart girl." He pressed a button, and the device hummed to life. "Let's see how long you can last before begging me to let you come." He knelt between my spread legs, running his hands up my thighs. Without a preamble, he lowered his head and licked a long stripe up my center. "Fuck!" I cried out, my hips bucking against his face. "Mmm, you taste even better than I remembered," he murmured against me, his breath hot on my sensitive flesh. He dove back in, his
MadisonAlexander's hand lazily stroked my back, tracing patterns on my sweaty skin. "Not bad for punishment," I murmured against his chest, a small smile on my lips. "Who said the punishment is over?" I lifted my head to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "You mean there's more?" "There's always more, Ms. Harper." His hand came down on my ass with a light smack that made me jump. "That was just the warm-up. Something about you makes me want to fuck you until neither of us can walk straight." I laughed, sitting up on his chest. My hair was a mess, falling around my face in tangled waves. "Is that a challenge or a promise?" Alexander's eyes darkened as they roamed over my body. "Both." He sat up suddenly, keeping me in his lap as he kissed me hard. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me all over again. When he pulled back, we were both breathless. "I need to get rid of this," he said, gesturing to the condom. I climbed off him, wincing slightly at the soreness between
MadisonI trudged down the sidewalk, eyeing the heavy clouds overhead, which hung like a bad mood over the city. The weatherman had promised rain by evening, but so far, the sky had been just threatening without delivering—kind of like my social life lately. I pulled out my phone and dialed Hazel, shifting my purse to my other shoulder as I waited for her to pick up. "Madison Harper, as I live and breathe," Hazel's voice came through after the fourth ring. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure on a Tuesday evening?" "Very funny. Are you coming or what? I'm almost at Caffeine Dreams." I sidestepped a guy walking his tiny dog, which yapped at me like I'd personally offended its ancestors. "Coming where? Did I miss something?" I stopped walking. "Please tell me you're joking. Jackson? Coffee? The plans we made last week?" "Oh shit," Hazel muttered. "That's tonight? I totally forgot." "How could you forget? You're the one who insisted we should hear him out!" "In my defense,
MadisonJackson spotted us and smiled, that same crooked smile that used to appear when he'd finally solved a difficult math problem. He weaved between tables toward us."Madison! Hazel!" He spread his arms wide. "You both look amazing!"Hazel, who had been ready to verbally destroy him moments ago, stood up and accepted his hug like they were long-lost relatives. "Jackson! What a surprise! We were just saying how it's been forever!"I caught her eye over his shoulder and mouthed, "Traitor." She responded with a subtle shrug that clearly meant, "But he's hot now."Jackson turned to hug me next, and I caught a whiff of expensive cologne. "Mads, so good to see you in person. Thanks for meeting me.""Sure thing," I replied, patting his back awkwardly before pulling away. "It's been a while.""Three years, two months, and approximately sixteen days," Hazel said sweetly, then added, "Not that I was counting."We all sat down, and an uncomfortable silence fell over the table until Jackson c
MadisonWe spent the next hour catching up. Jackson told us about London—the tiny apartment he'd shared with four other guys, the constant rain, and the surprising quality of British fast food. He'd worked for a small financial firm that had been acquired by a larger company, which led to his transfer back to New York. "What about you, Madison?" Jackson asked. "What's it like working for Alexander Knight? He's practically a celebrity." I shifted in my seat, suddenly uncomfortable. "It's just a job. Busy, demanding. You know how it is." "She's being modest," Hazel interjected. "I already told you that she just got promoted to project manager for some fancy new building development. While still being his assistant." "Seriously?" Jackson looked impressed. "That's a lot of responsibility. I thought promotions usually meant moving up, not piling on more work. Juggling both jobs is going to be tough, isn't it?" "It's fine," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "I like staying busy." "
Madison"You can wipe that look off your face," I told her. "Jackson could look like Chris Hemsworth's better-looking brother, but I still wouldn't be interested.""So you admit he's hot," Hazel said, pointing an accusing finger at me."I have eyes, don't I? But acknowledging someone's attractiveness doesn't mean I want to date them." I gathered my purse and stood up. "Besides, we have history as friends. It would be weird.""Friends make the best lovers," Hazel singsonged as she collected her things. "They already know all your weird habits and like you anyway.""You've been reading too many romance novels," I said, leading toward the door."I've been reading exactly the right amount, thank you very much." She pushed the door open, and we stepped out onto the sidewalk.The night air hit my face with a refreshing coolness after the warmth of the coffee shop."Well, this was surprisingly not terrible," Hazel said, wrapping her scarf tighter around her neck. "Jackson turning out to be h
AlexanderI stepped out of the car, taking in the sleek façade of Noir, one of Manhattan's most exclusive lounges. John had parked right out front, a privilege only money and influence could buy in this city. "I'll text when I'm ready," I told him, adjusting my cufflinks as I closed the door. The bouncer straightened when he saw me approach, nodding respectfully as he unhooked the velvet rope. Inside, the bar hummed with the quiet energy of people who could afford to drink here on a Tuesday night. Dim lighting cast everything in amber and shadow, giving even the most ordinary conversations an air of conspiracy. I spotted Leo immediately. He was seated at our usual corner table, nursing what looked like a neat whiskey. His eyes tracked me across the room, his face giving away nothing. "You're late," he said as I slid into the seat across from him. "Traffic," I replied, flagging down a server with just a glance. "Scotch. The Macallan 25." The server nodded and disappeared. I
MadisonThe car pulled away from the curb. I sat quietly, watching the city lights blur past the window. Alexander's fingers tapped rapidly against his phone screen, his brow furrowed in concentration. After several minutes of silence, he finally set his phone down. "The Harrington Foundation expects to raise over eight million tonight." "That's impressive," I replied, turning toward him. "What causes do they support?" "Medical research, primarily." His eyes finally took me in properly, lingering on the neckline of my dress. "You look acceptable." I bit back a smile. "Thank you, Mr. Knight." His hand moved to my knee, fingers tracing small circles just above the slit in my dress. "Did you follow all my instructions?" "Yes." I felt my pulse quicken as his hand slid higher. "Show me." I glanced toward the privacy partition separating us from John, confirming it was closed before reaching for the slit in my dress. I parted the fabric, revealing the black lace underneath. Alexand
MadisonI was deep into reconciling the budget projections for the Manhattan project when my desk phone rang. I picked it up while still typing with my free hand. "Madison Harper speaking." "Miss Harper, I have a Herbert Hayes here to see Mr. Knight." The security desk's voice crackled through the line. "One moment, please." I checked Alexander's calendar—11:30 AM meeting—which was right on schedule. "Yes, please send him up." I returned to my spreadsheets, determined to finish before my lunch break. The soft ding of the elevator barely registered until footsteps approached my desk. I looked up to find an older gentleman standing before me. He was impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit that had clearly been tailored to his frame. Silver hair swept back from a distinguished face marked with laugh lines around his eyes. I guessed him to be in his mid-fifties. "Good morning," I said, offering a professional smile. "You must be Mr. Hayes. Mr. Knight is expecting you. Please, go right
MadisonLightning flashed outside, briefly illuminating the room in stark white light before plunging it back into the warm glow of Hazel's lamps."Just promise me you'll be careful," she said, her expression unusually serious. "And if he hurts you, remember that I know people who can make bodies disappear."I snorted. "Your cousin who works at the morgue isn't going to help you dispose of a billionaire's body.""You'd be surprised what Derrick would do for a case of good beer." She grinned, and then her expression turned mischievous. "So, when do I get to officially meet him? As your boyfriend, I mean. Not as your boss who's pretending not to be your boyfriend.""About that," I said, setting my mug down. "I need you to keep this between us. No social media, no telling your coworkers, no 'accidentally' running into us again."Hazel's eyebrows shot up. "Why the secrecy? Is he ashamed of you or something?""No! Of course not," I said quickly. "It's not like that.""Then what is it like?
MadisonSunday evening brought the kind of rain that New Yorkers both love and hate—the dramatic downpour that transforms the city into something straight out of a noir film—beautiful from behind glass but miserable to navigate. I stood under the awning of my apartment building, watching sheets of water cascade from the sky. "Gonna be a while, miss," my doorman said, eyeing the deluge. "Weather app says it's getting worse before it gets better." I nodded, pulling my phone from my purse to check the time. I'd promised Hazel I'd be at her place by seven; it was already quarter till. After our awkward encounter with Alexander at the café, I owed her an explanation – or at least some version of the truth that wouldn't reveal the exact nature of our arrangement. I stepped to the curb and raised my hand, grateful when a yellow cab immediately splashed to a stop. I darted through the rain, my shoes already soaked by the time I slid into the backseat. "Where to?" the driver asked, wiping
MadisonAlexander took screenshots of their faces, his jaw clenched. He emailed the images, then picked up his phone again. "Laura, I need you in my office immediately. I'm sending you images of three employees who need to be identified and brought here. It's regarding a harassment issue." He listened for a moment. "Yes, now. It's urgent." He hung up and turned to me. "Laura Taylor, head of HR, will handle this." I nodded, suddenly feeling nervous. This was escalating quickly, and while I appreciated Alexander standing up for me, I wasn't sure I wanted to face my anonymous bullies. "What exactly are you planning to do?" Alexander's eyes flickered to mine, a hint of amusement cutting through his anger. "Curious to know, Ms. Harper?" "Not curious," I corrected, straightening my posture. "Just wondering what you'll do with them." I gestured toward the frozen images on his screen. "It seems like a lot of trouble for some juvenile notes." "You'll know about it soon enough." Before I
MadisonI took a deep breath and pulled up the meeting agenda, determined to be over-prepared. If they were going to judge me, I'd at least give them something substantial to judge. The distinctive ding of the elevator caught my attention, and I glanced up to see Alexander stepping out. He walked with that confident stride that seemed to part the air around him, heading toward his office. My heart did that stupid little jump it always did when I saw him unexpectedly. He slowed as he approached my desk, his eyes catching something on the floor. Before I could react, he bent down and picked up a folded piece of paper that had fallen beside my trash can. "Playing schoolyard games with notes, Ms. Harper?" he asked with an amused smile, already unfolding it. "Wait, Mr. Knight, don't—" I started, but it was too late. His expression hardened as he read the note. I couldn't see what it said, but from the way his jaw clenched, I knew it was worse than the ones I'd already seen. "Where di
MadisonThe shrill ring of my phone cut through my morning routine like a chainsaw. I glanced at the screen while struggling to zip up my pencil skirt and groaned. Jackson. My thumb hovered over the decline button. I could always claim I was in the shower or cooking. But something about ignoring him felt unnecessarily mean. With a sigh that carried the weight of social obligation, I accepted the call. "Hello?" I wedged the phone between my ear and shoulder while searching for my other heel. "Good morning, Maddie!" Jackson's voice was irritatingly chipper for 7:30 AM. "Hope I didn't wake you." "No, just getting ready for work," I said, triumphantly fishing out the missing shoe. "Perfect timing then. I'm heading to my office downtown and have to pass right by Knight Industries. Thought I could swing by and give you a ride." I rolled my eyes at my reflection in the mirror. Of course, he did. "Oh, that's so nice of you," I said, injecting fake disappointment into my voice, "but the
Madison"You look stressed, Maddie," Mom said, reaching out to touch my hand. "Is that Alexander Knight fellow working you too hard?" I nearly choked. If only she knew how hard he'd worked me over his desk just hours ago. "It's just the usual work stuff," I said, recovering quickly. "Lots of responsibility." Mom sighed, her eyes taking on that distant look I'd come to dread. "If your father were still here, you wouldn't have to push yourself so hard. He would have made sure we were taken care of." "Mom, please—" "I know, I know," she said, squeezing my hand. "It's just... he was so good with money. We never worried when he was alive." I swallowed the lump in my throat. Dad had been gone for years now, but Mom still talked about him like he'd just stepped out for groceries. "We're doing okay now," I assured her. "You focus on getting better." "Have you heard from your brother?" she asked suddenly. I stiffened. "Mom, I don't want to talk about him." "Madison—" "No," I said fi
MadisonI could feel Alexander's eyes on me as I leaned against his desk for support, my legs still wobbly. "Look at you," he said, his voice low and appreciative. "Thoroughly fucked and still gorgeous." I brushed my hair out of my face, feeling the flush on my cheeks. "Is that your professional assessment, Mr. Knight?" He laughed, tucking himself back into his pants with practiced ease. "Very professional. I should add it to your performance review." "Please don't," I said, but I couldn't help smiling. Alexander moved toward me, his hand reaching out to cup my face. His thumb traced my lower lip, still swollen from his kisses. "You're something else, Madison Harper," he murmured before leaning in to kiss me. His lips were softer than they had any right to be, moving against mine with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the rough fucking we'd just engaged in. I melted into the kiss, my hands finding their way to his chest. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with ren