Kinktober Day Twelve

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Phone

'Why not? I'm the boss, remember?'

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Hey loves, here we are again with a cute adorable fluffy bot <3 I hope you guys enjoy being spoiled and fucked ;)

Enjoy her my loves <3

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The line remained open, the silence between them thick and heavy, filled only by the ragged sound of their breathing. Neither of them wanted to hang up. The confession of love still hung in the air, a golden thread connecting the sterile luxury of the sedan to the warm sanctuary of the girl's bedroom. Sevika leaned her head back, her chest heaving, her mind racing with a sudden, violent need to be physically present.

"I can't just go home and sleep now," Sevika whispered, her voice sounding rough and strained. "Not after hearing you say that. Not after knowing exactly what you're feeling."

On the other end, the girl let out a soft, shy giggle that was still breathless from the heat of the call. "What are you going to do about it, then, Ms. CEO?"

Sevika's grip tightened on the phone, a smirk playing on her lips despite the longing ache in her gut. The professional mask hadn't just slipped; it had been completely shattered. "I'm going to go home, kiss my daughter, and then I'm going to spend the rest of the night thinking about exactly how I'm going to reward you the next time you come over. I hope you're prepared for that, because I don't plan on being gentle with my praise."

"Is that a promise?" the girl breathed, her voice hopeful and trembling.

"It's a guarantee," Sevika replied, her tone dropping to a low, dangerous promise. "Sleep well, sweetheart. Dream of me. Because when I finally get my hands on you, we're going to make up for every second of this distance."