Chapter 203
**Sara**
I finished the last sip of wine, letting the empty glass dangle from my fingers. The red lace of my lingerie caught the city lights, casting shadows across my skin.
Tom reached for the bottle, his movements precise - too precise. He was trying so hard to maintain control. "Another?"
"Mm." I held out my glass, watching him pour. "Though I have to say, I'm a little disappointed."
His eyebrows shot up. "Disappointed?"
"I mean, I just landed an amazing job. At Westbridge Capital, no less." I swirled the wine. "And here I am, drinking wine instead of champagne."
"You want champagne?" His voice dropped lower. "I thought we weren't celebrating your new job, considering how quickly you got it. Cost me a month of..." He cleared his throat.
"Frustration?" I supplied helpfully.
"I was going to say pleasure."
"Same thing." I stretched my legs out, purposely brushing against his thigh. "But if you're offering champagne..."
"I have a bottle in the wine fridge. Cristal." He started to rise. "I can-"
"No need." I caught his wrist, pulling him back down. "The wine's fine. Besides..." I traced my finger up his arm. "I enjoy watching you squirm too much to let you escape."
"Squirm?" He scoffed. "I don't squirm."
"Really?" I shifted, letting my breasts press against his arm. "So that bulge in your pants is just my imagination?"
His jaw clenched. The muscles in his face tightened so hard I thought he might snap. I had him right where I wanted him.
"So," I began, drawing out the word, "what exactly did you plan to do with me for that one week if you won?"
He glanced away, swirling the wine in his glass. "What's the use of discussing it? You already won."
"Come on, Tom. Tell me."
He sighed, a mix of frustration and desire. "Alright, if you insist."
"I do."
He set his glass down, turning to face me fully. "I planned to take you away for a week," he began slowly, measuring each word. "Somewhere secluded, just the two of us. No distractions, no interruptions."
"Go on," I urged, feeling excitement run down my spine.
"A place where we could... explore." He paused for effect, letting the word hang between us.
"Explore?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Your limits," he clarified with a smirk. "I'd start by tying you up every night, using different techniques and materials – ropes, silk scarves, maybe even leather straps if you're feeling adventurous."
"Adventurous is my middle name," I teased.
"Oh, I know." He leaned in closer. "Then there'd be blindfolds. Sensory deprivation can heighten your other senses. Imagine feeling every touch tenfold because you can't see it coming."
My breath hitched slightly at the thought. "What else?"
"Different toys," he continued nonchalantly as if discussing dinner plans. "Vibrators of varying speeds and sizes, clamps to test your tolerance for pain and pleasure combined... perhaps even some impact play if you're up for it."
"You've put a lot of thought into this," I remarked.
"You have no idea." His gaze was intense now. "There'd be nights where you wouldn't know what was coming next - feather-light touches followed by sharp stings from a crop or flogger... keeping you on edge the entire time."
I shifted in my seat, my body reacting to his words despite myself.
"And then there are bondage positions," he went on with an almost casual air. "I'd tie you in ways that make it impossible for you to move but keep all your most sensitive parts exposed for my enjoyment and yours."
"And mine?" I asked with a smirk.
"Oh yes," he confirmed. "Because let's be honest - despite all this talk of control and domination, at the end of the day, it's all about your pleasure, too." He reached out and traced a finger along my collarbone. "I'd test your endurance with edging - bringing you close to orgasm again and again without letting you come until you're begging for release."
My heart raced at the imagery he painted so vividly.
"And when we weren't exploring these activities," he continued with a softer tone now, "we'd have moments of tenderness too - slow lovemaking under the stars or lazy mornings in bed just holding each other."
"That sounds intense," I managed to say through my racing thoughts.
"Exactly." He pulled back slightly but kept his eyes locked on mine. "It was meant to be a week where we push boundaries but also deepen our connection - physically and emotionally."
I swallowed hard before finding my voice again. "Too bad you lost then."
"Too bad indeed," he agreed with mock regret in his voice, though there was still that glint of mischief in his eyes.
"Nothing is stopping us from doing all that after your month of celibacy is over."
Tom's expression darkened. "A month is a long time."
"Poor baby." I pouted dramatically. "Want me to describe what I'll be doing during that month? All alone in my bed."
"Don't you dare."
"With my collection of toys."
"Sara." His warning tone only made me grin wider.
"I'll send you pictures. You know, to help with your frustration."
"You're trying to make me break."
"Would I do that?" I shifted closer, letting my breath ghost across his neck. "I'm just helping you prepare for your month of solitude. Being thoughtful, really."
"Thoughtful." He scoffed. "Is that what we're calling torture now?"
I grinned, trailing my finger down his chest. "Yes, thoughtful. I care about your well-being during this difficult time."
"Really?" He caught my wrist, stopping my downward path. "Then I should return the favor. Show you how thoughtful I can be."
"Oh?"
"Mhm. I have quite a collection of workout photos. Shirtless, of course. Fresh from the gym, all sweaty..." His thumb traced circles on my captured wrist. "I'll send them when you least expect it. During important meetings, perhaps."
I swallowed hard but kept my composure. "That's cute. You think that'll break me?"
"I think watching droplets of sweat roll down my abs while you're trying to focus on your work might be distracting." His free hand brushed my thigh. "But you're right - I should step up my game. Maybe some videos of my post-workout shower."
"I can wait," I said, though my voice wasn't as steady as I'd hoped. "Unlike some people, I have excellent self-control."
"We'll see about that. One month is a long time, Sara. A lot can happen."
"Bring it on." I pulled my wrist free and shot him a challenging smile.
Tom leaned back, looking thoughtful. "Wait a minute. When exactly does this month of celibacy start?"
"It already has. I got the job, remember?"
"You haven't received any official paperwork from HR."
I paused mid-stretch. "What?"
"No salary details, no formal position title, no start date," He ticked off each point on his fingers, looking far too pleased with himself. "For all you know, Lucas could change his mind tomorrow."
"He won't." But uncertainty crept into my voice.
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