The Pleasure Archive

, and mouth open, while Elias thrust into me. Elias shifted beside me. Then he spoke, "This is blackmail. Do you think this will end well for you?" Though his voice came low and controlled, I coul

. no panties because I want access the moment you walk in." Heat rushed to my face and humiliation filled my soul. Elias's grip on my shoulder tightened until it almost hurt. "Eight o'clock sharp," Marcus added. "If you are late, the video will start circulating." The meeting ended like that with no handshake or paperwork, just a sick agreement hanging among us. Elias walked me out of the building in silence. ******** The moment we reached his car, he opened the passenger door for me but didn't let me get in right away. "Look at me," he ordered. I looked up and met his eyes. "You don't have to do this," he said. "I can find another way. I can arrest him and destroy his whole existence before he even touches you." "And if you fail?" I asked. "Then the video goes out and we both lose everything. I can handle one night, Elias. I survived you last night. I can survive him too." His eyes darkened instantly. "You think it's the same? He's not me and he won't care if you are comfortable. He just wants to humiliate you because he knows you are mine." I stepped closer to him, my voice low, "Then make sure you are waiting for me after. Remind me who I really belong to." Elias pulled me against him suddenly, right there in the parking lot. His mouth crashed down on mine, kissing me hard with possessiveness. I melted into it for a few seconds, forgetting where we were. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine. "I hate this. But if you walk into that office tonight, you do exactly what he says, survive it then come straight to me." I nodded, my throat tight, "I will." He drove me back to where he had picked me up in silence, dropped me off, and drove off. ******* By the time I got home, Sarah had already left the house, probably to class. I spent the whole day pacing and checking my phone every few minutes for more threats, but nothing came. At 7:30, I changed into a simple black dress that zipped down the front. No panties, just as Marcus demanded. Even though I was covered, I felt exposed and dirty. My phone buzzed at 7:40. It was a text from Marcus: Don't knock. Walk in and lock the door behind you. Get on your knees the moment you enter. I stared at the message for a while, my stomach twisting. This was really happening. I left the apartment and walked across campus to Elias's office. The hallways were quiet since most people had gone home. I reached the door at exactly eight. I turned the knob with shaky hands and stepped inside. Marcus was already sitting behind the desk, legs spread, and