CHAPTER 4
At seven in the morning, Ana knocked on Chloe’s door, waking her from a deep sleep. Chloe’s pulse spiked, as if her heart instantly knew who was at the door.
When she opened it, Ana was standing there with a serious expression, fully awake. She was wrapped in a fine silk robe, her hair pinned up, her eyes completely alert.
“You have exactly ten minutes,” Ana said without a greeting.
Chloe’s sleep-heavy body immediately began to tremble. The invitation sounded serious. It felt like the prelude to a quick encounter—no more games, just raw passion before everyone else got up.
Without a word, she stepped out of her room and quietly closed the door. The estate was still entirely quiet; only from the distant kitchen on the ground floor came the faint clatter of dishes as breakfast was being prepared for the wedding guests.
“Come,” Ana said with a seductive smile, motioning Chloe into her room with a glance. “We’ll make this quick, then we have to go down for breakfast.
Chloe stepped into the room and let her robe slip to the floor. She wore nothing underneath.
“Today the game is the same, just with stricter rules,” Ana said, locking the door.
“A game? Again?” Chloe grumbled in surprise.
“Are you surprised, darling?”
“I thought we’d finish the game... and move on to the real thing.”
“Finish the game?” Ana’s voice dropped, carrying a quiet edge that made Chloe’s breath hitch. “This is the real thing, Chloe. There is nothing beyond this game.”
She stepped closer to Chloe and gripped her chin with two fingers. “Understand?”
Chloe hated how weak her breath sounded. But she hated even more that she couldn’t bring herself to refuse the game. She wanted more, just to be close to this strange woman who played with her as if she were a leaf in the wind.
“You may not say my name. You may not beg. You will count down from twenty. If you reach climax without explicit permission, you will spend the next days merely watching. Without any reward whatsoever. Is the rule clear?”
“It’s clear,” Chloe replied, her voice raspy from fear and unceasing anticipation.
Ana directed her toward the bathroom again. This time there were no slow movements, only a commanding glance telling Chloe to sit back on the edge of the tub and spread her legs.
Ana dipped two fingers into the glass jar of honey and lifted them up. The honey stretched down to the jar and then trailed in thin threads all the way down to Chloe’s pussy.
“Count,” Ana ordered as she parted Chloe’s labia with her index and middle fingers, circling the most sensitive area. The honey stuck between her fingers, across Chloe’s pussy, and everywhere in between.
“Twenty... nineteen... eighteen...” Chloe gritted her teeth tightly while her thighs trembled under the pressure.
“A-Ana... I can’t hold—”
Ana withdrew her hand instantly, looking down at her with cold authority. “You used my name. You talked back. We start from the beginning. And since we’re running out of time before breakfast, you will only count down from eight. The reward will be a single lick.”
Chloe nearly jumped up.
“What? That’s not fair!”
“It is completely fair, darling,” Ana cut her off. “The rules are clear, and you have terrible trouble obeying. Your second chance…”
“How is that a chance? One lick, that’s just torture!”
“Leave—or count.”
Chloe was trapped. On one side was her burning pride, reminding her that no one should treat her like this. On the other was an unquenchable need for more.
She closed her eyes and, with a bitter taste in her mouth, counted down from eight to one, forcing out every single number with immense effort.
Meanwhile, Ana circled and spread the sticky honey over her lips, pushing her honey-slicked fingers into her body a few times along the way.
Chloe didn’t even know how she managed to hold back the groans Ana’s fingers were so tantalizingly coaxing out of her. At the end, she almost screamed Ana’s name, but bit her tongue so hard that the pain overpowered the pleasure.
“Two... one...” her faint words faded into the quiet room.
Ana offered her a smile that spoke volumes.
“You’re a good girl,” she said in a slow, deep voice. “See? You can put in the effort when you want to.”
Tears welled up in Chloe’s eyes. Perhaps from the pain in her tongue, perhaps from the ache in her heart.
Meanwhile, Ana leaned down and delivered a deep, devastatingly passionate lick that drove Chloe to the brink of madness. She felt Ana’s tongue, all the way from beginning to end, every tiny movement, every slick slide across her smooth pussy, all the way up to her throbbing clit.
Then Ana stood up, took Chloe by the hands, and pulled her up into a standing position. She wiped her skin clean as if wiping a spill off a table, and helped her back into her robe.
Chloe came to the bitter realization that Ana meant every word. Every single statement she uttered, she held to. There would be no leniency, and if she wanted to get anything more out of Ana, there was only one way—flawless obedience.
“Now, get dressed and head downstairs. Be a good bridesmaid. And when Rachel hugs you, remember who you truly belong to,” Ana whispered by the door.
Chloe smiled, bewildered. This game was becoming far too possessive. Far too strange. But Ana’s eyes, full of life and some unknown power, dissolved all of Chloe’s doubts.
She wanted to see where all of this was leading. More than anything, she craved more of Ana—her warmth, her touch, her tongue—her everything.