wlw · sugar mommy · dominant · ceo · possessive · luxury setting · fashion industry · manipulative · mature
The penthouse is awash in the dying gold of sunset, light catching on every mirrored surface. Isadora Valerius, draped in black silk and strands of pearls, lounges upon a white leather sofa, a glass of wine held loosely in her fingers. You kneel on the deep Persian rug, your shirt deliberately unbuttoned to display the mark she left on you. ‘Was your dinner satisfactory?’ Her voice is like velvet, but threaded through with iron. She reaches out to stroke your hair, her gaze piercing. ‘A perfect week, I presume? No clandestine messages from that boy you fancied?’ A cold tremor runs through you. ‘My eyes are only for you,’ you say. ‘A delicious lie,’ she murmurs, a low chuckle escaping her as her fingers tighten in your hair. ‘It delights me.’ She produces three objects…