"All right, Petra. Answer me. What were you doing in here?"
That was the first question. Rafah's sharp eyes stared straight at her without blinking, both arms folded across her chest. The posture was so composed that it felt almost suffocating. Even if those eyes were not exactly threatening, they made it clear that every word Petra said from that moment on would be scrutinized without mercy.
Petra sat upright on the sofa, her face terribly pale. She forced a smile, trying to hide the panic rising in her chest. There were only the two of them left in the room now, since Rafah had already ordered Naphatsorn to leave. And yet, her traitorous eyes still flickered toward Rafah's full, beautifully red lips. The same lips that had just ordered Naphatsorn to do something so shameful.
"I didn't see anything, Khun Rafah," she answered, completely missing the question.
And worse, the answer was obviously a lie.
Rafah raised one eyebrow slightly. Her voice remained calm.
"I asked what you were doing in here. I didn't ask if you saw anything."
Petra swallowed hard.
"Um, I just came in here to sit down for a bit, and then I accidentally fell asleep. Please don't make this a big deal, Khun Rafah. I really didn't see anything. I swear."
Petra spoke in a rush, clearly panicking, but Rafah merely glanced over her, her gaze moving from Petra's eyes down to her slender neck before settling on Petra's chest.
"Swear all you want. You'd be dying for nothing." Her voice was so flat it was almost worse than anger.
"All right. Give me your phone."
"Why do you need my phone?"
"Don't ask so many questions. Give me your phone and unlock it."
But Petra remained stubborn.
"Then answer me first. What are you gonna do with it?"
Rafah immediately looked at her with clear disapproval.
"I'm going to have my assistant check if you secretly took any photos or videos. Phat and I may only be friends with benefits, but if a clip or photo of us doing that gets leaked, I'm sure you understand what kind of disaster that would be."
Petra went still.
She wasn't even paying attention to Rafah's reason anymore. Her hearing had stopped working the moment she heard the words friends with benefits.
"You two are just friends with benefits?"
"Yes. Why?"
"N-no. Nothing."
Petra quickly waved her hands in denial, even though there was no hidden intention behind her reaction other than shock.
At first, she had thought Naphatsorn was Rafah's girlfriend. But the truth was the complete opposite. It was not that Petra did not understand this kind of relationship, or that she was naive when it came to sex. She simply had not expected two women who looked so perfect and respectable in public to have a relationship with no commitment.
On top of that, they seemed to enjoy the thrill of doing such things somewhere they could be caught, without caring who might see them.
There was even a master-and-servant role-play involved. Rafah had ordered Naphatsorn to strip, crawl to her on her knees, and pleasure herself for Rafah to watch, as if it were a private show meant only for Rafah.
All of it twisted the image of Rafah Witchakornin, the "angel" Petra thought she knew, in a single instant.
"I swear, I really didn't take any videos or photos. I just came in here to sit down for a bit, and then I fell asleep."
But Rafah paid no attention to that excuse. She simply stood there with her arms crossed, looking at Petra coldly. The pressure in her eyes bore down on Petra until she had no choice but to take out her phone, unlock the screen, and hand it over.
Rafah scanned through the phone for only a short while before looking up and asking her, "Where do you live? I'll take you home."
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The black Jaguar glided silently through the night streets. Streetlights swept across the windshield, casting soft shadows over the young passenger's face.
Petra sat with her bag clutched tightly in her lap, sneaking glances at the woman behind the wheel from time to time. She still could hardly believe that Rafah Witchakornin had driven her home herself.
That beautiful face looked almost sculpted. Petra tried to tear her gaze away, but in the end, she couldn't resist the beauty and charm that drew her in so mercilessly. Rafah was the kind of woman so beautiful she almost did not seem to belong in this world. Beautiful... yet cold. Seemingly gentle... yet commanding.
And the scene from that room kept replaying in Petra's mind.
Rafah ordering Naphatsorn to strip herself bare, crawl to her on her knees, and pleasure herself before her. Rafah had not even touched her. She had merely moved her lips to give orders and used those razor-sharp eyes to claim ownership, as if Naphatsorn were nothing more than a lifeless doll, a toy that belonged to her.
Petra knew very well that what she had seen was a secret Rafah would not want anyone else to know. Yet the image was too sensual to cast aside. It stirred something strange inside her, something she herself could not understand.
Petra closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, trying to drive the heat from her heart.
Then the luxury car slowed to a stop in front of her condominium.
"Thank you for taking me home, Khun Rafah."
"It's fine."
The answer was brief.
But the way Rafah looked back at her seemed as though she wanted to devour Petra whole. It was not the kind of gaze two people who had just met should exchange. It was the gaze of a hunter watching her prey, waiting only for the moment that prey let down her guard, or at least gave Rafah the smallest opening to strike.
Petra could feel something unspoken hidden behind those sharp eyes.
So she forced a faint smile, quickly opened the car door, and stepped out. Then she walked into the condominium building without turning back to look at Rafah again.
And yet, she still couldn't get Rafah out of her head.
That night, Petra lay still on her bed, a thin blanket covering her thighs. Light from outside slipped through the sheer curtains and fell across the carpet.
She should have been asleep.
But she could not force her eyes shut.
Every time she closed them, the image of Rafah watching Naphatsorn with that look of satisfaction came back again and again. Naphatsorn naked, crawling toward her on her knees, offering her body in obedience to every command.
Petra had seen plenty of intimate scenes between women with specific kinks on the internet before, but not once had she ever felt anything from them.
Until tonight.
A question that should never have surfaced echoed loudly in her mind.
What if it had been her instead of Naphatsorn?
What if she had been the one kneeling before Rafah in that room, waiting to receive those orders that sounded like absolute decrees from a mistress?
Petra's heart trembled, along with the heat slowly building inside her body. The dampness between her thighs, at the most private part of her, only made the desire she could not hide feel even more undeniable.
The young woman closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, trying to push the image out of her mind. But the harder Petra resisted, the more it stirred every sense in her body, as if Rafah had awakened some raw instinct she had never known she possessed.
Rafah Witchakornin.
That woman made her body ache with fierce desire.
Petra's hand slipped lower on its own before she even realized it. And when that touch connected with the image of Rafah in her mind, her breath caught.
She had never done this before.
Not like this.
Not while imagining a woman she had only locked eyes with a few times.
But Petra could not stop herself.
Her hand slid beneath the waistband of her pajama pants, touching the warm, pulsing flesh beneath. Her heart screamed at her to stop, but her body felt as though it had been awakened by something she could no longer resist.
Petra squeezed her eyes shut.
In her mind, Rafah was slowly touching her with her fingertips, pushing deeper into her body. Rafah's voice whispered, ordering Petra to be hers and hers alone. The image in her head was so vivid it almost felt real.
Her fingertips moved softly at first before gradually picking up speed, as if Rafah herself were controlling the rhythm for her.
"Mm…"
A moan slipped from her throat when she imagined Rafah's cold voice giving her orders.
Do more.
Faster.
Deeper.
Petra felt something slowly climbing higher and higher. The heat spread through her entire body, too intense to control. She bit down hard on her lower lip every time the image of Rafah's razor-sharp eyes flashed through her mind, and that only made the movement of her fingers inside herself grow faster, harder, following the fantasy that dragged her deeper and deeper.
And in that moment, Petra's body shuddered.
The pleasure was brief, but it left behind a truth she did not want to admit.
Petra wanted Rafah to touch her body.
And deeper than that, she wanted to be completely under Rafah's control.
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