After finishing my wine, I went to the bathroom to begin my bath. I busied myself until it was ready. I poured a second glass and took my cell phone to listen to music while I relaxed, in case Wyan decided to call back. I lit candles, undressed, and slipped into the bathtub. Leaning back, I released a sigh. Five minutes into my bath, my phone rang again. Better not be calling to start an argument because I will hang up.

I dried my hand, picked up the phone, making sure not to drop it into the water. Instead of a phone call, it was a video call this time. An idea struck me, and I couldn't help but smirk. I had the perfect way to stop him from picking a fight with me. What can he do about it when he isn't here! He will make me regret it the second he sees me. I can deal with those consequences when the time comes. It sounds like it’s more fun than fighting.

Chapter Ninety-Nine – She Knows Exactly What She Is Doing

Despite my worries, I couldn’t focus on my climb. The brief argument I had with Alyssa is stuck in my head. She’s meant to need me always, not just sometimes. I could tell she was disappointed I wouldn’t see her tonight, but I had no choice. This deal could bring in millions of dollars for the company. That’s why I’m calling her back. I found a secluded place where we could speak privately. I can’t be too long. She answers quickly.

“Hello, sir,” she says evenly.

“Don’t ‘hello, sir’ me. I’m still angry with you,” I reply.

A pout forms on her lips. “For what?”

“You know what.”

Only when she slightly adjusts the phone do I realize she’s in a bath. The water level reaches just above her breasts.

“Sir,” she whispers, licking her lips.

“I am sorry. HT.”

What’s her angle? She has a plan in motion.

“You should be. I should be with my clients,” I sigh.

Simmering up, her bare breasts are revealed. “You phoned me,”

I let out a groan, momentarily losing focus. Now, I know her plan.

“Yes, because I couldn’t concentrate on anything else,” I breathe out.

Alyssa moves her hand leisurely from her throat to her bare chest. Her eyes are firmly on me with every second. I shift in my standing position.

“Why not?” She murmurs softly while gently massaging one of her breasts.

Fuck! My cock stirs to life in my boxers. “Alyssa, what are you doing? Stop.”

Tilting her head, she smiles innocently and says, “I’m not doing anything, sir.”

My name escapes her lips. She moves her hand, repeating the action on the other side, gently circling her nipple with her thumb. A quiet whimper escapes me.

“Alyssa. I swear you better stop,” I pant, my free hand clenching at my side, fighting the urge to rub my cock through my trousers.

Her playful grin turns into a more seductive smirk as she traces her fingers down her stomach, then submerges them in the water.

“Or what? How are you going to make me stop? You can’t leave where you are.”

“I may not be able to see you tonight, but I swear, when I do see you next, you know exactly what I can do. Are you sure you want to take that risk?”

A moan escapes Alyssa’s lips as her head falls back. Her hand is out of sight, but I can picture what she’s doing underwater. As my cock gets harder, my underwear feels tighter. Trust me, she’ll regret all this the moment I reach her. Her bravery fades when I’m around.

She answers simply.

I tighten my grip on the phone as I crack my neck. “Alyssa, stop, I can’t be doing this with you tonight. I have important people waiting for me.”

“I am not stopping you from leaving. You can end calls on your cell phone with the hang-up button.”

She shifts the cell lower, the drape of her leg over the tub, and she lifts her hips just enough to give me a view of her pussy. Quickly rubbing her clit, she moans loudly and calls out my name.

I avert my gaze, but I’m unable to. She slides her fingers over her folds and presses them inside herself. Her hips move into a gulp, attempting to contain her fingers.

“Yes, snogond,” she grips.

How is she even balancing herself with her two hands occupied? I watch her, my words halting. I’m fighting a losing battle. Fuck, I can’t keep letting—

“Alyssa, see if you don’t stop. I will put a no-sex policy for a month into play. I guarantee it.”

My last option. I rarely resort to implementing a sex ban as a form of punishment, but sometimes, it’s the only effective solution. Her hand pauses, and I finally meet her eye again. I suppress a smirk.

She laughs loudly. “A month? You wouldn’t last that long without it. Nice try, sir.”

I let out a frustrated groan, but she carries on regardless.

“The you really want to try me, kimen? I can do anything if I put my mind to it.” I hiss,

I am almost there, so close. God, how I wish you were here, so I could come all over your cock: fingers or tongue, whichever cries out. The movements of her hips quicken,

“Or you would prefer.” She—

“Don’t you dare come, Alyssa!” I warn.

“Go ahead, try to stop me.”

She doesn’t allow me to speak another word, immediately ending the conversation. Is she fucking serious right now? I reach her again, but she declines my call.

In frustration, trying to groan—

You should prepare yourself because the second I can get my hands on you, you are going to pay for your bad behaviour, little one, and that pretty little ass of yours will be red raw, I promise so.

I need to find a way to keep better control when it comes to her. She disobeys me way too much. The downfall of having a soft spot and a strong connection with your submissive. She needs a reminder about who is in charge.

All I want is to go over there and show her who the boss is, but I can’t. I have to stick around here until my potential client is ready to return to his hotel. Why did she need to choose tonight to do this? No. I know why. She knew I couldn’t do anything about it.

I can’t return like this. I have to calm myself and deal with the problem in my boxers since it’s noticeable. I let out a sigh and make my way to the bathroom. I lock myself in one of the stalls, readjusting and thinking of anything else, hoping for it to go down. I take my shirt out of my trousers, which I hate, but I don’t have a choice.

After leaving the stall, I splashed some cold water on my face. I stare at myself in the mirror. Lust has darkened my eyes and flushed my face. I’m willing to bet that woman is going to be the end of me. Recovering myself, I return to my table and apologize for my absence. They appeared to be fine with it. I speak fluent Japanese, which I hope will help me win them over.

Alyssa’s message is on my screen. I know exactly what is coming. I down my drink, cooling down. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I hesitantly take it out, and the second I see what’s coming… Alyssa sent a message with a photo attached.

I open it, being careful that no one can see. No one gets to see my girl naked or half-naked, whatever she is in the photo. She’s lying in bed, wearing only one of my vests that barely covers her. She has a seductive expression on her face.

“Goodnight handsome. I hope you get them. Mwah! Xx”

A thrill pulses through me once more. The woman is the devil. Ignoring the message, I put my phone away. I need to stop letting her distract me. I need to focus on my business more than anything else. My focus for tomorrow is Alyssa.