Georgina

He yanks my bikini bottoms to my thighs, thrusting himself inside of me before I can catch my breath.

When he takes me like this, I know it's because he can think of nothing else. He'll go mad with it, his want for me. But it's just who Richard Platton is. A conqueror. A man atop an empire.

And yet, and yet — the longer I stay with him, working day in and day out, sleeping in his bed, in his arms, the more I learn there is more to him than meets the eye. Not too deep beneath the surface, there's a man of real passion. A man with a soft and wounded heart, conditioned by a life of materialism and reverence. His beauty and power have placed him too far above the world, but some things bring him down.

I bring him down, in a way he can't possibly like. With me, in quiet moments, he's vulnerable.

He's a man I know, stupidly, I could fall in love with.

This man is easier. The man who commands me, who fucks me dizzy, whose objective is to break me with my own pleasure.

This I can handle. This