Seduction – Part ll

"Your actions make me want to punish you," Onyx murmured, his eyes promising of what he said, and she gulped. Mr. Stevenson began speaking again, and Ophelia turned to face him. Onyx leisurely took her hand and pushed it away from his crotch.

"Okay, Mr. Reighs!" Me. Stevenson nodded curtly as he shook hands with Onyx and turned to face Ophelia. "Ms. Jade." He also shook hands with Ophelia before exiting the conference hall with his secretary. Lilian walked away as Onyx nodded his head. Ophelia began to walk towards the exit when Onyx grabbed her wrist and yanked her to him, slamming her body against his.
Onyx scooped up her thighs and hoisted her up onto the table. As he stood between her thighs, he placed his hand on either side of her body on the table.
His gaze sweeps over her face as he took in how she looked while pinned against his body. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her lips were slightly parted, her nose flaring with every breath she took, her eyes were looking up at him with anticipation as he leaned in. His lips were just a hair above hers. Their lips would touch if anyone made even the slightest movement. Onyx's lips formed a smirk as Ophelia faintly tilted her head, waiting to feel his lips against hers. With a teasing smirk, he drew away saying,
"Let's go." Leaving her dumbfounded on the table with her legs wide open. She snorted in disbelief and turned to face him as he walked out of the conference room.

The next two days flew by as Onyx continued to provoke her. And Ophelia's s*exual frustration grew tenfold in a matter of days. She could tell he was doing it on purpose. To exact vengeance for touching him during the meeting, and to tease and frustrate her to the point where she gives up. And she was gradually slipping into his trap. How could she not when he would take her to the pinnacle but never let her ride down the ecstasy?
She was the one who was constantly pinned in the corner, and she had to do something about it! And Ophelia knew exactly what!

As she wore the second earring and sprayed the citrus fragrance on her exposed neck and wrist, Ophelia hummed along with the music. Through the mirror, she saw the bedroom door fly open and Onyx walk-in still wearing the black suit he had gotten out wearing in the morning. He came to a halt at the door, his burning gaze slowly descended from her face to the tip of her toe. She was dressed in an emerald c*ocktail dress that hugged and dipped at every curve and ended just above her mid-thigh. The dress was held up by thin straps, and the neckline was a deep V that exposed the outline of her plump mounds. When she noticed his eyes darkening, she tried to hide the smirk that was forming on her lips.
Her hair was curled into soft waves and pulled up into a ponytail, with a few strands of hair loosely falling over her forehead framing her face. Her neck was exposed as the scent of citrus engulfed him. His gaze dropped to her long legs, which were hidden beneath a nude shade of tights, and he watched her slip into a pair of black pumps.
She took her purse and walked towards him to walk out the door. She didn't even bother to look at him as she passed by, but she came to a halt when his hand blocked the door. He inquired as she looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Where are you going?"
"Out," she said curtly, turning around to face the door, but he didn't take his hand away.
"Out where?" He inquired again, and she crossed her arms across her chest. "Out to have some drinks and dance the night away."
"Alone?"
"Yes," she replied, "Give me a few minutes and I'll change and come." He said seriously as he removed his hand from the doorframe and began walking inside. "Come where?" She inquired as she turned around.
"Where ever you're going." He replied as he dashed into the bathroom, and Ophelia smirked as she turned around and walked out of the bedroom and the hotel suite.

Ten minutes in Onyx emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and a second towel in his hand. His hair was still wet, with water dripping from the strands. With the towel in his hand, he attempted to dry his hair while looking around the room.
"Ophelia?" He called her name but received no response. He frowned and walked out of the room, only to discover that the suite was empty. He dashed to his room with his jaw clenched. He quickly changed into a pair of grey slacks and a black shirt after quickly drying himself. He walked out of the suite while folding his sleeves up to his elbow.

He tried to call Ophelia, but her phone was unreachable and his calls went unanswered. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Elio approached him, who was waiting for him there.
"Hass Dir erausfonnt wou hatt ašs?" Onyx inquired as he began walking out of the hotel with Elio on his toes. (Did you find out where she is?)
"Här, jo. Si ašs am Club Berghain." Elio informed Onyx, who nodded as he slipped into his car and began driving down the road. (Sir, yes. She is at Club Berghain.)
Onyx had a hunch about what she was up to, and if it is what he thinks it is, punishment is in order.

Onyx walked into the club, his gaze darting through the crowd in search of her. His gaze wandered around the bar counters, VIP booths, and the crowded dance floor. And there he found her, swaying her hips and body to the beat in the middle of the dance floor. As she danced in sync to the beat, Ophelia looked carefree. Every movement of her body seemed to tease him. And her body was designed to seduce him, bring him to his knees, and make him beg for a taste. Onyx took a step towards her but came to a halt when an arm wrapped around Ophelia's waist. Onyx expected her to punch the guy in the face, but to his utter surprise, she didn't. Instead, she began to dance with him, grinding their bodies to the beat of the music while his hand explored her body. As Ophelia threw her head over the man's shoulder, Onyx's hands balled into fists and his jaw clenched in rage. His whole body was filled with raw possessiveness and want to rip away that man away from her body. But when her gaze was drawn to him in the midst of the crowd, and her expression was indifferent. Onyx spun around on his heels and walked out of the club. Leaving her with the stranger. She will have to return to the hotel, and when she does, she will be met with his wrath!