C18 As Long as You Can Please Me

"As long as you can please me, the spot is yours, and it's final."

Juno's body tensed, her breath catching at his words.

Zorin seemed to relish humiliating her, employing various methods to do so, regardless of her worth.

She had thought it all a ludicrous dream, one she could wake from to escape any further entanglement.

Yet contrary to her wishes, she was firmly grasped in his hold, trapped like a bird in his hand.

It appeared that his amusement stemmed from watching her shed every ounce of dignity, begging like a pauper, stripping away the pride ingrained in her very marrow.

"Why must it be me?" Juno's lips parted, but no words came out.

"Unwilling? It seems Miss Fowler doesn't value the opportunity to study abroad as much as I thought. I'll have the school draft another list for my review."

"I am willing," Juno said through gritted teeth, summoning the courage to lift her face and plant an inexperienced kiss on his lips.

Her kiss, likely laughable in Zorin's eyes, betrayed the struggle within her.

Despite the defiance and resentment in her gaze, she forced herself to submit, to stoop low and seek his favor.

But the girl, new to such experiences, had no idea how to truly please a man, her movements as awkward and rigid as wood on his lips.

A hint of annoyance crossed Zorin's features, yet his hand on her leg stirred slightly.

"Clumsy," Zorin abruptly released her, his eyes lingering with a suggestive intensity on the rash of red marks on her neck. "Is this all you know?"

Juno felt bewildered, trying to replicate the acts she faintly recalled to win his pleasure. The flush on her cheeks had not yet subsided under his icy, scrutinizing gaze.

She was unaware of the reason Zorin was drawn to her, of his fondness for her scent, and the untouched innocence of her being.

Zorin's gaze darkened with anger and disgust when he saw Juno enter the private room. Just by leaning close to her, he could catch the unique scent that was comforting and calming, reminiscent of the belated warmth of spring.

"You really are innocent," Zorin scoffed, though the desire in his eyes intensified at the sight of her fair skin.

In a swift motion, he pressed Juno beneath him and deftly removed her clothing. As they reached the pinnacle of intimacy, her soft moans echoed in his ear, reminiscent of a fawn's cry.

They were close enough to hear each other's breaths, and he could sense every bit of pleasure coursing through her body.

"It's only the second time. It won't hurt as much if you do it more often."

Juno's face blushed a deep red, and she frowned slightly. The car wasn't spacious, but there was just enough room in the backseat. Zorin seemed to deliberately adjust Juno's angle, maliciously positioning her to face the rearview mirror, forcing her to see her own flushed and impassioned reflection.

Embarrassed, Juno attempted to turn away, but Zorin firmly grasped her chin, compelling her to look up. The sight in the mirror was enough to make her brain reel, her eyes brimming with vulnerable tears.

Unbeknownst to her, her current state was driving Zorin wild with desire. He covered her eyes with his hand, his lips pressed into a thin line as he intensified his advances, ensuring her submission.

When Juno awoke, she found herself on a soft, white bed. The dense night outside made the room's details visible only by the dim light. As the familiar pain and exhaustion returned, she let out a pained hum, prompting Zorin to catch her wrist and draw her tightly into his embrace.

"You're up early. Seems I didn't tire you out enough," Zorin teased, his stubble tickling her and eliciting a reluctant laugh from her. Even the hand that roamed her body seemed to playfully coax out her laughter.

Juno bit her lip, her face tingling from the scratchiness of his stubble. She felt a twinge of unease but dared not voice her concerns, fearing she might offend him.

"What are you daydreaming about? You're standing there like a statue." Zorin's smile held a deeper meaning. "Waking up this early, you must have something on your mind, right?"

"I..." Juno let out a breath. For the first time, she felt a sense of self-contempt, yet she mustered the courage to ask, "Director Slater, have you fulfilled the promise you made to me?"

Instead of answering her directly, Zorin's gaze intensified. "Do you really think that's enough to please me?"

"What do you want then?" Juno was initially taken aback but quickly grasped the implication in Zorin's words. She made a move to stand up, indignantly exclaiming, "Zorin! You're crossing the line!"

The vague red marks and bruises on her body were telltale signs of their intense encounter. Her anger now fully consumed her. "Director Slater, a person should honor their commitments!"

"Miss Fowler, since you understand the importance of keeping one's word, you should also realize that you haven't pleased me. On the contrary..." Zorin's lips curled slightly. "The pleasure you experienced was all thanks to me."

Juno's face tensed, her teeth clenched tightly, yet she found herself at a loss for words.