Ava raised her head, her voice sharp and loud.
"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?"
Jace was wiping his fingers on a tissue, calm as ever.
He didn’t answer. Just smirked, then leaned in until his face was inches from hers.
Ava’s eyes burned with rage. "What the fuck were you thinking, doing something that disgustin—"
He cut her off coldly, then grabbed her chin and yanked it toward him. Her cheeks pressed tight under his grip.
She didn’t flinch. She kept glaring.
His voice dropped, deep and dangerous. "Know your place."
"There’s no one to support you. Didn’t you see how Clara acted? She pretended it never happened. You’re alone."
"You can’t fight me."
Then, smiling darkly, he added, "So be a good girl. Be my loyal little pet. And who knows... I might even throw you a nice bone."
Ava’s lips trembled. Her breath was stuck in her throat. Her glare was still there, but weaker.
Shame burned behind her eyes.
And this continued. Every time Jace had a meeting with Clara, Ava had to stand there, still, silent.
Over time, Clara stopped running. She no longer ended the meetings early. She stayed. She watched. And something about her changed too.
The proud, and polished Ava, the woman who once looked down on everyone when the company was thriving, now trembled under Jace’s touch like a helpless toy.
A dark amusement lit up Clara’s face. Her cheeks flushed red. Her eyes lingered too long. There was a hunger in her, the kind that only came from enjoying someone else’s downfall.
Ava stayed quiet. Powerless. Humiliated. She was at the end of her rope. She was barely holding on.
Then the day finally came.
Time left for Ava Mission: 6 days.
Jace sat at the top floor of a high-end restaurant. The view was stunning. Expensive wine, polished silverware.
But Ava wasn’t enjoying any of it.
She sat stiff beside him, hands in lap, back straight, eyes down. No hint of the pride she once had.
He had broken her. Marvelously.
Clara sat across from them, humming softly as she looked out the window.
She wore a red, form-fitting cocktail dress that hugged her figure. Her waist was slim, and her posture confident. Her skin was fair, her long dark hair rested neatly over her shoulders, and her brown eyes had a playful glint.
Jace picked up his fork and knife. "Let’s eat, ladies."
The room was empty except for the three of them. Jace had paid extra to keep the restaurant floor clear of any waiter or staff unless he called.
While cutting into a thick piece of steak, Jace’s hand moved under the table. It slid down to Ava’s thigh.
She only flinched slightly. She was used to it.
He kept eating with one hand, the other exploring her. His fingers slowly stroked her inner thigh while he brought a forkful of grilled vegetables to his mouth.
Then his hand moved higher.
He slid his hand in from the top of her skirt, near her waist, slipping between the waistband and her shirt.
When he pulled his hand back out, her tucked-in white shirt came loose with it.
She squirmed in her seat. Her breath caught. Her hands tightened around her fork and knife.
Then his hand moved to her waist, feeling the bare skin around her navel.
"Ava, what happened?" Clara asked with a mocking smile. "Why are you shaking so much?"
Ava didn’t respond. She looked away.
Clara stood up. "Sir, I’ll use the washroom."
As Clara turned, she paused. She caught a clear view of his hand sliding up, lifting Ava’s shirt just enough to reveal the edge of her black bra.
Jace spoke without turning. "Ms. Clara. Why aren’t you going?"
Clara snapped out of it and left. "Ah! Yes, sir."
The moment the door clicked shut, Jace leaned in toward Ava’s ear.
"Will you open your shirt, or should I tear it apart?"
Ava hesitated. Her hands shook slightly, but she obeyed.
She started unbuttoning from the bottom. One by one. Her fingers fumbled slightly.
As soon as the last button came undone, Jace reached in and cupped her breasts.
"I never thought a girl like you would wear something this lewd," he said.
Her bra was thin, black lace, barely covering anything. Her nipples poked through the fabric.
"Were you looking forward to tonight?" he asked. "When I told you it was a private room?"
Ava’s voice came low, "Sir... that’s not it."
Jace unhooked her bra, threw it on the floor.
He leaned in and sucked one of her pink nipples hard, already stiff before his touch. His tongue circled, then his teeth grazed.
She twitched. Her head fell back slightly, a breath away from moaning.
Then he groped both of her soft breasts roughly, squeezing and kneading, until her breathing grew faster.
Jace didn’t give her a moment to rest. He grabbed the back of her head and guided her down toward his lap.
He stopped when her nose touched his zipper.
"Suck it," he ordered.
Jace’s voice turned sharp. "NOW."
She reached up, unzipped him slowly. His cock sprang out, already hard.
She stared for a second, then lowered her head and put the tip into her mouth.
But she just held it there.
Jace frowned. "What the hell are you doing?"
Her voice was muffled by his cock. "...It’s... my firs-tt... tim... e."
"Tch." Jace was annoyed.
He gripped her head and pushed her down all the way, forcing his cock deep into her mouth. Her lips hit the base.
"If you lack technique," he said, smirking, "then make up for it."
He lifted his hand, she rose a little, then he forced her down again.
"Don’t even dare to move on your own," he said coldly.
Ava obeyed. She gagged but didn’t resist. His cock pushed into her throat.
While she sucked him, he played with her breasts again. Squeezing. Twisting her nipples.
She flinched. Shivered.
While they were busy, someone was quietly watching them.
She hadn’t gone to the washroom, just made the sound of the door shutting. She stood by the entrance, watching everything.
Her breath was uneven. Her eyes wide. Her hand touched her pussy through her dress, rubbing slowly. Her other hand cupped her breast.
She bit her lip, trying not to make a sound.
Watching Jace force Ava’s head down, watching her mouth stuffed full of his cock, watching how he groped her like a toy — something inside Clara snapped.
She imagined how he would handle her if he caught her peeping.
Would he be even rougher with her?
Her hips rolled slowly. Her eyes locked on Ava’s mouth.
Then Jace’s breathing changed. He gripped Ava’s head tightly, and pushed her up and down in fast, rough motions.
A thick stream of cum filled her mouth. It spilled over her lips, dripping to the floor.
"Swallow it," Jace ordered.
Ava choked slightly, then obeyed.
Behind the door, Clara let out a soft moan. She didn’t mean to. It slipped out.