Chapter 347: Voice-Fucked?

"But here’s what’s interesting," I said, my voice dropping just slightly—not quite seductive, but... intense. "All of these lawsuits? They could disappear. Today. Complete withdrawal with prejudice, meaning they can never be refiled."

{There’s something in his voice... not flirtation exactly, but something that makes me want to lean closer, to agree to anything he says. Christ, what is wrong with me?}

"You’re proposing a settlement?" Sable asked carefully.

"No." I smiled—just a ghost of one. "I’m proposing a partnership. Quantum Tech needs media coverage for today’s auction of five major tech companies and the next projects, we need the media powerhouse, advertising machine gun. Rivera Next Media needs to rehabilitate its image and prove it wasn’t complicit in Antonio’s schemes. Imagine if all four entities—Quantum Tech, Harvard, Stanford, and Rivera—issued a joint statement about the fact that Antonio acted alone, that the Rivera family were victims of his betrayal."

Sable’s breathing had gone shallow. "That would require the universities to—"

"I hold the subpoena rights," I said simply. "Harvard and Stanford already sold them to me for a nice profit. They’d be happy to participate in a joint statement that makes them look like responsible institutions protecting academic integrity while supporting legitimate business."

ARIA’s voice whispered in my mind: "Master, you’re literally

seducing

her with corporate strategy. You’re such a

hypocrite

after claiming this wasn’t about sex."

I ignored her, focusing on Sable.

"You’re leveraging your advantage," Sable said slowly. "This sounds like a threat dressed up as partnership."

"You’re right," I admitted, surprising her. "It does sound like that. But look past the leverage for a moment. See what real partnership could bring."

I leaned back, letting my words hang in the air like smoke. "A few billion in lawsuits? That would only graze the Rivera empire. You could eat that loss and keep moving—wounded, but alive. The lawsuits themselves mean nothing to you in the long run."

Sable’s eyes narrowed slightly, caught between suspicion and intrigue.

"But imagine," I continued, my voice taking on an almost hypnotic quality without meaning to, "if instead of spending months or years rebuilding your reputation, fighting depositions, managing PR disasters—imagine if by end of business today, Rivera Next Media emerges as the heroic family who exposed their own son-in-law’s betrayal. The media empire that chose integrity, morality and righteousness over family loyalty."

{The way he paints the picture... I can see it. And God help me, I want it. Not just the business victory—I want to be part of whatever game he’s playing.}

"Your cleanup timeline goes from years to hours," I said. "Your stock price, which dropped 19% since yesterday, rebounds by market close. Your advertisers, who are currently ’reassessing their partnerships,’ suddenly see you as the trustworthy option again."

"And in exchange?" Sable asked, though we both knew the answer.

"Rivera Next Media becomes Quantum Tech’s exclusive media partner. You get first access to every innovation, every breakthrough, every announcement. The tech story of the century, and you own it."

She was quiet for a long moment, studying me with those storm-cloud eyes.

"You saw this coming," she said finally. "The arrests, the lawsuits, the opportunity. You positioned yourself to capitalize on our crisis."

"I saw a man destroying his family for personal gain," I corrected. "And I positioned myself to offer that family a way out. The fact that it benefits me too? That’s just good business."

Instead of making me seem untrustworthy, I could see something shift in her expression. This wasn’t predatory opportunism—this was chess. And she respected the game.

{He’s dangerous. Not physically—though God knows he could probably break me in half with that bulging cock I can see—but mentally. He’s three steps ahead of everyone, including us. A real player who capitalizes on disadvantages before advantages. That should terrify me as much as I am terrified of that cock in my small, lonely pussy. Instead... }

"What if I told you there was more?" I asked, watching her reaction carefully. "Evidence that not only clears the family name but identifies who else was involved in Antonio’s schemes?"

Sable went very still. "You have evidence of co-conspirators?"

"ARIA," I said to my phone, "show the network analysis."

New charts appeared, showing connections between Antonio and various media figures, politicians, even some board members from other companies.

"Antonio wasn’t working alone," I said. "He was part of a larger network using Rivera’s resources and reputation for their own gains. With this information, you don’t just clear your name—you become the heroes who exposed corruption in your own industry and clear your empire off pests trying to leech off you."

{This isn’t disinterest... this is control. Real control. Cold. Precise. Fucking terrifying... and it’s making me wetter than I’ve been in years. }

I pulled out a second phone—a burner—and slid it across the table. "Everything’s on there. Antonio’s offshore accounts, the shell companies, the bribes to the accusers, the communication trails proving the Rivera family knew nothing, and the identities of his real partners. My gift to you, regardless of what you decide." There was too the money I did not steal from him as well as his assets that I could take like his crypto.

Sable stared at the phone like it might explode. "Why would you—"

"Because I know what it’s like to watch your family get destroyed by someone else’s greed who’s not even family," I said, and for the first time, I let real emotion creep into my voice. "And because I believe in creating value, not just extracting it."

ARIA chimed in my head: "Master, that last line was absolutely layered with

seduction.

You turned corporate philosophy into

foreplay.

I’m actually impressed."

Sable picked up the phone with trembling fingers. "This is... significant."

"It’s just the beginning," I said. "Imagine what we could accomplish as actual partners. Not just in media coverage, but in shaping the narrative of the next technological revolution. Rivera and Quantum Tech, presenting the future to the world."

She stood slowly, smoothing her dress again—a nervous gesture that made her seem suddenly younger, more vulnerable.

"The Empress will need to review all of this," she said carefully. "The evidence, the proposal, everything."

"Of course. Take all the time you need." I stood as well, matching her movement. "But Sable?"

She paused, looking back at me.

"When she reviews it, make sure she understands—this isn’t about the money. The $4.5 billion means nothing to me, just like it means nothing to Rivera in the long run. This is about something bigger. It’s about choosing the right side of history."

{The way he says my name... like he’s already claimed me. Like I’m already his. And the worst part? I want to be. I want his dick in my mouth, my pussssy and my other hole. I want him to lay me down and fuck senseless.}

"I’ll make sure she understands," Sable said, her voice barely above a whisper.

After she left, I walked to the window, looking out at the manicured gardens. ARIA materialized in my vision, her digital form draped across a virtual version of the couch.

"So, Master," she purred, "still claiming this isn’t about

seduction?"

"It’s about business," I said firmly.

"Right. That’s why you

voice-fucked

her with talk about ’creating value’ and ’real partnership.’ That’s why you made her practically

orgasm

over litigation strategy. Face it—you can’t help yourself. You could make reading a grocery list sound like an invitation to the bedroom."

"The entire Rivera family board is probably watching through that camera," I pointed out.

"And according to their biometrics, all of those who were secretly watching with the Empress are showing elevated arousal levels. You’re not just playing corporate chess—you’re making them all want to be your pawns."

I didn’t respond, because honestly? She might have been right. The predator in me, enhanced by the Lust Incarnate transformation, turned everything into a hunt. Even corporate negotiations.

Especially corporate negotiations.

I settled back into the velvet chair, preparing for whatever came next. The burner phone I’d given Sable contained everything I’d promised—and a bit more. A tracking program that would show me exactly who she shared it with, when, and from where. Not malicious, just... insurance.

The real game was just beginning, and everyone in this house was about to learn what real partnership meant—whether they realized they were agreeing to more than just business or not.