Several days had passed since the gala, and Claire had been feeling bold—perhaps too bold.
She wasn't sure when it started, this playful need to push back against Morgan's control. Maybe it was the way Morgan always held herself with such effortless dominance, the way she dictated every touch, every kiss, every moment they shared. Or maybe, deep down, Claire just wanted to see how far she could go before Morgan reminded her exactly who was in charge.
The opportunity came at an exclusive high-end restaurant in Manhattan, where Morgan was meeting with potential clients—two corporate executives looking for the best legal representation for their high-profile divorces. Claire had joined her, dressed in an elegant black dress that hugged her curves, knowing full well the effect it had on Morgan.
At first, Claire behaved, sitting quietly beside Morgan as she led the conversation with her usual commanding presence. But then—Claire decided to test her limits.
She started subtly—running her fingers along Morgan's thigh under the table, tracing small circles. A small smirk played on Claire's lips as Morgan shot her a warning glance.
Behave.
Claire didn't.
She leaned in close, brushing her lips near Morgan's ear under the pretense of whispering something innocent, but the words she spoke were anything but.
"You look so damn good when you're in control like this," Claire purred, letting her fingers travel higher. "Makes me wonder if you'd ever let me take over."
Morgan stiffened. Her emerald eyes darkened with a promise—one Claire had seen before. A slow, burning warning.
But Claire wasn't done. She pushed her luck further, letting her fingers graze between Morgan's thighs, pressing ever so slightly.
Morgan's grip on her wine glass tightened. Her jaw clenched. But outwardly, she remained perfectly composed, never breaking her conversation with the clients.
Claire was playing with fire.
And Morgan was going to make sure she burned for it.
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The moment they stepped into the penthouse later that night, the air was charged with an unspoken tension.
Morgan shut the door behind them, locking it with a deliberate click.
Claire barely had time to smirk before Morgan was on her.
"On your knees."
The command was sharp, leaving no room for negotiation.
Claire's breath hitched. The playful arrogance she had carried all evening wavered under the weight of Morgan's voice.
Still, she hesitated.
That was a mistake.
Morgan's fingers gripped Claire's chin, tilting her head up so their eyes met. Her expression was unreadable, a mix of restrained dominance and something even deeper.
"I gave you an order, darling," Morgan murmured, her voice dangerously soft. "Don't make me repeat myself."
A shiver ran down Claire's spine. Slowly, she dropped to her knees, her heart pounding in anticipation.
Morgan circled her like a predator, her heels clicking against the marble floor, her presence overwhelming.
"You think you can tease me in public like that?" Morgan mused, running a single finger down Claire's cheek. "Touch me where anyone could see? Disrespect my authority?"
Claire swallowed hard. "I—I was just playing."
Morgan knelt, bringing their faces level. "And now," she murmured, her fingers brushing over Claire's lips, "you're going to learn the consequences of misbehaving."
Morgan led Claire to the bedroom, her grip firm but never cruel. She guided her to the center of the room, where a sleek black padded bench awaited—a piece of furniture Claire had only seen once before, when Morgan had hinted at its purpose.
"Bend over," Morgan instructed.
Claire's breath came faster, her heart pounding against her ribs. Slowly, she obeyed, pressing her body against the cool leather, her hands gripping the edges.
Morgan stepped behind her, running her hands over Claire's exposed back. "You wanted to test me," she murmured, leaning down until her breath tickled Claire's ear. "Now you'll see what happens when you do."
The first crack of the leather paddle against Claire's bare skin made her gasp. It wasn't just the pain—it was the anticipation, the delicious edge between pleasure and discipline.
Morgan didn't rush. Each strike was measured, deliberate. Claire whimpered, her body trembling beneath the firm but controlled punishment.
By the time Morgan was satisfied, Claire was panting, her body both aching and alight with need.
Morgan leaned down, pressing a soft kiss between Claire's shoulder blades. "Good girl," she murmured, soothing the sting with gentle fingers.
Morgan didn't rush the next part. She helped Claire onto the bed, wrapping her in a soft silk robe before settling beside her. She traced gentle circles on Claire's back, her touch now the exact opposite of the dominance she had displayed moments ago.
"Are you alright?" Morgan asked softly.
Claire nodded, nestling closer. "I… I liked that," she admitted, her voice still breathless.
Morgan chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I know."
There was something comforting in the way Morgan held her now, her warmth chasing away any lingering soreness.
"This isn't just about control," Morgan murmured, her fingers threading through Claire's hair. "It's about trust. You test me because you want me to show you where the line is. You want to feel that I'm strong enough to handle you."
Claire swallowed hard. That was exactly it.
Morgan tilted her chin up, her gaze softer now. "But it's my job to take care of you, too."
Claire sighed contentedly, allowing herself to melt into Morgan's embrace. She never thought she'd crave this kind of discipline, this balance between dominance and tenderness.
But with Morgan?
She never wanted anything else.
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The next morning
Claire's hands trembled slightly as she held the small pink panties with the built-in remote-controlled vibrator. A deep flush crept up her neck as she read Morgan's note again.
"Be a good girl and wear this for me before you leave. Text me when you're shopping. Love, Morgan."
Claire swallowed hard. The heat that had settled between her legs after last night's punishment was still lingering, and Morgan knew exactly how to stoke the fire.
She slipped into the panties, the silky material hugging her in all the right places. The small vibrator nestled perfectly against her most sensitive spot, sending a thrill through her body at the mere thought of Morgan holding the remote.
After taking a steadying breath, Claire grabbed her phone and sent Morgan a text.
Claire: I put them on. Heading out now.
Morgan's response came almost immediately.
Morgan: Good girl. Have fun shopping.
That was it. No hint of what was to come, no indication of when Morgan might decide to tease her. The anticipation alone was enough to make Claire's thighs clench.
She slipped on a sundress, grabbed her purse, and made her way downstairs where Vincent was waiting by the car.
The drive to Fifth Avenue was uneventful, Vincent remaining his usual quiet self as he pulled up to one of Claire's favorite boutiques.
"Miss Claire," he said, stepping out to open the door for her. "Miss Pierce has taken care of any purchases you wish to make today."
Claire raised an eyebrow. Morgan was spoiling her again.
She stepped inside the high-end boutique, her fingers grazing over the delicate fabrics as she browsed. She had almost convinced herself that maybe Morgan had forgotten about the little gift she was wearing.
Until she felt it.
A slow, teasing vibration thrummed against her core.
Claire inhaled sharply, her fingers tightening around a silk dress she had been admiring. The sensation was light, barely noticeable—but it was enough to make her body react.
She quickly glanced around, but no one seemed to notice the sudden shift in her composure.
Then, her phone buzzed.
Morgan: Feeling good, darling?
Claire bit her lip.
Claire: Morgan...
The vibration increased.
A sharp, needy gasp almost escaped her lips, but she clamped her mouth shut, pretending to examine the dress more closely.
Morgan: Use your words, sweetheart.
Claire exhaled shakily and typed with trembling fingers.
Claire: Yes, Mistress. It feels… good.
Morgan must have been pleased with her response, because the vibrations slowed to a slow, torturous pulse. Enough to keep Claire aware of Morgan's control, but not enough to push her over the edge.
Claire forced herself to continue browsing, trying to act normal. But Morgan wasn't done playing.
As Claire moved toward the fitting rooms, another pulse hit—this one stronger. Her knees nearly buckled.
She ducked into the private fitting area, gripping the mirror for balance. Her phone buzzed again.
Morgan: I want a picture.
Claire's breath hitched.
Claire: Here? Now?
Morgan: Don't keep me waiting, sweetheart.
A mix of arousal and nervous excitement pooled in Claire's stomach. She bit her lip, glancing at the locked door before hiking up her dress just enough to snap a photo of the pink panties hugging her thighs.
She sent it.
Morgan's response came instantly.
Morgan: That's my good girl.
Another vibration. Longer this time. Claire whimpered softly, her body strung tight with need.
Claire: Please, Mistress…
Morgan: Not yet, darling. I want you squirming for me all day.
Claire groaned, knowing Morgan was going to make her suffer deliciously before granting her release. But even through the frustration, a shiver of excitement ran down her spine.
She was completely at Morgan's mercy.
And she loved every second of it.