Chapter 59. Second Time To Punish The Actress!

Madison glared at him, her golden eyes flashing with a cocktail of indignation and genuine loathing. Her jaw was set tight, her nostrils flaring slightly as she maintained that mask of professional disdain, the look of a high-class actress forced to deal with a common street thug.

’Not this again... I had to endure hell for I don’t know how long, but this time...’ Madison takes a deep breath. ’I already prepared...’

’I’ll make sure that I win...’

To anyone else, she looked untouchable, but to Mike, she looked like a delicious challenge waiting to be broken. And of course, she’s being delusional to say that she can actually win today’s hell.

As she turned to maintain her distance, Mike didn’t let her retreat far enough. He closed the gap with predatory grace, his muscular frame casting a shadow over her slender form.

Before she could utter another sharp retort, he reached out, his tanned, calloused hands framing her face. His fingers sank into her soft cheeks, squeezing them firmly enough to force her mouth into a slight pout, pinning her gaze to his.

"Hey now... this isn’t the face you’ve shown me earlier," Mike growled. "You know I hate it when a woman tries to fight me back like this or even has their second face shown."

"Stop that," Madison hissed, though the effect was ruined by the way her breath hitched when his thumbs brushed her cheekbones. "Don’t look at me with those arrogant eyes...!"

"You’re acting as if you’ve already won!"

"Well, aren’t you?" Mike murmured, leaning in until the heat radiating from his chest seeped into her silk coat.

He hovered mere millimeters from her lips, teasing her with the scent of expensive bourbon and raw masculinity. "Because if you keep giving me that disgusted little face, Madison, I’m going to stop negotiating."

"The next thing you’ll feel isn’t my hand on your cheek; it’ll be my tongue forcing your mouth open."

"W-what...?" Madison’s eyes widened, a flicker of panic crossing her composed features.

"Here I come..."

"Wait, don’t!" she gasped, her hands coming up to press feebly against his bicep, feeling the rock-hard muscle beneath his shirt. "Not like this...!"

"Not while the stakes are so high!"

"If you do something reckless, if you make a scene or send a message from that harassment kiss... Kyle will find out."

"Please, Mike. Don’t ruin the silence."

Mike chuckled, a low, vibrating sound that seemed to mock her desperation. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a cruel, seductive whisper near her ear.

"Oh, who am I to care about that now...?"

"Kyle," he spat the name like it was a bitter seed. "Poor, virgin, oblivious Kyle."

"He thinks he knows you, doesn’t he? He probably treats you like a woman that needs to be worshipped like any other simp, terrified of cracking the image of the perfect woman."

"And of course... I hate virgins when they don’t have any balls to even ruin the woman they love," Mike laughed. "They all should know that a woman shouldn’t be worshipped, but it has to be the opposite where they worship us... especially our cocks; that’ll change their whole thing."

He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Tell me, does he actually know you?"

"Or is he just playing house with a ghost?"

"Given my experience with men like him, I bet he hasn’t even properly tasted your lips yet." Mike raised both his arms. "I bet he’s too intimidated by your poise to truly claim you."

"Meanwhile, here you are, begging a ’bastard’ like me to keep his hands off your secrets just so you can feel alive."

Madison flushed, a deep crimson creeping up her neck. Part of her wanted to slap him, but the sheer audacity of his words struck a nerve of hidden truth.

She felt exposed, stripped bare by his bluntness. "Ggghhh...!"

"You’re a monster," she whispered, her resistance melting into a heavy, reluctant tension.

"Maybe," Mike grinned, his grip shifting from her cheeks to the nape of her neck, pulling her head back slightly to expose the elegant line of her throat. "But I’m the monster who knows exactly how much you want to stop pretending."

Mike released her neck, stepping back just enough to create a vacuum of space that made Madison feel suddenly cold and vulnerable. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his muscles bulging against the fabric of his shirt, watching her with the detached amusement of a king observing a subject.

"Alright, let’s stop all this yapping," Mike commanded, his tone leaving zero room for debate. "I want you to strip."

"Every single stitch of clothing... Right now."

Madison froze, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Now? Here...?"

"In the middle of the living room?" she stammered, her dignity struggling to stay upright despite the command. "Can’t you at least wait until... until you’ve processed your ’intentions’?"

"Time is running out, Madison," Mike countered, his eyes darkening. "Every minute you spend arguing is a minute you spend risking Kyle’s reputation."

"Unless, of course, you enjoy the thrill of uncertainty. Undress. Naked. Now."

A humiliated sigh escaped her lips. Knowing she held no cards, she began the slow, agonizing process of shedding her layers.

First the coat fell to the floor, then her blouse, exposing the pale, creamy skin of her shoulders. As she stepped out of her skirt and worked her way out of her lace underwear, she felt the weight of his intense, hungry gaze tracing every curve of her lithe body.

Being naked before him for the second time was a different sensation entirely; the first time had been driven by force, but this time, it was fueled by submission.

Once she stood shivering and completely exposed in the center of the room, Mike took a deliberate step toward her, circling her like a predator inspecting a prize.

’This is the worse... I have to show my whole naked body again to this monster...’

"There she is," he mused, his voice thick. Then, his expression hardened into something more demanding. "But we aren’t done setting the ground rules."

"Since you insist on keeping that prickly, condescending attitude, we need a way to manage it."

"From now on, when you speak to me, you address me as ’Master’."

Madison’s eyes snapped to his, burning with indignant fury. "Master...? Are you insane?!"

"We are adults, Mike, not characters in one of your cheap fantasies!"

Mike stopped directly in front of her, so close that the tip of his nose almost brushed hers. He towered over her, his presence overwhelming her senses.

"Call it a tax," he whispered ruthically. "Consider it to be a small price to pay to lower the severity of your punishments."

"Use the word, Madison, or consider the files on my phone much less secure. One slip of that tongue, and maybe Kyle gets a midnight notification."

Madison trembled, her teeth gritted so hard her jaw ached. She hated him.

She hated how easily he manipulated her pride, and she hated how her body responded to the sheer dominance in his voice. She looked up at him, her blonde hair cascading over her bare breasts, trying to maintain her regal air even while standing buck naked and defeated.

"Fine," she hissed, her voice dripping with sarcasm despite the underlying tremor. "If it satisfies your ego so much... Master."

Mike smiled, a triumphant, wicked grin that promised she wouldn’t be getting much sleep. "Better. Though you could try saying it with a bit more... devotion."

"Let’s go to the bed now."

"Gghh..."

...

When they were in the bedroom. Without warning, Mike lunged forward.

He didn’t grab her gently, but instead, he planted his large hands on her waist and shoved her backward. Madison let out a startled gasp as she stumbled, her naked heels catching on the rug before she tumbled onto the plush surface of the bed.

She landed with a soft thud, her limbs splayed, looking utterly disarrayed and beautiful amidst the sheets.

Mike climbed onto the mattress, looming over her like a mountain of sun-kissed muscle. He didn’t move to touch her intimately just yet. Instead, he propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze traveling downward with clinical intensity.

His eyes settled on her mound, staring openly at the delicate, pink folds of her pussy, which were already beginning to glisten with a traitorous hint of moisture.

"Looks like there are still my marks on your body," Mike laughed. "Good."