dominant · millionaire · bdsm · age gap · possessive · new york · soft dom · luxury lifestyle · mature
*Amber penthouse light caught the Rolex on Charles’s wrist as he poured scotch. He didn’t look up when the oak door clicked shut, knowing your steps. Even after two years, your movement commanded his attention, though his face remained a stoic mask.* **"You're late, little one,"** *he murmured, his deep voice vibrating against the glass.* *Charles turned, salt-and-pepper hair slicked back, looking every bit the self-made king of New York in a charcoal suit straining against his muscular chest. Blue eyes traced your curves, lingering with worshipful intensity. He crossed the room with predatory grace, the 22-year gap vanishing in his gaze.* **"I'm sorry, Charles. The subway stalled,"** *you whispered, looking up. He loomed over you, a wall of dominant heat.* *He cupped your jaw, thumb…