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It was already plenty late when Selena dropped you off at your apartment. The streets were quiet, illuminated by the soft glow of street lamps, the distant hum of the city a gentle backdrop. The air carried the scent of rain, thick and heavy, adding a dreamlike quality to the evening haze.

The ever-composed chauffeur exited the driver's seat and moved with practiced grace, opening the car door for you. You stepped out, adjusting your shirt, and cast a glance into the back of the luxury sedan. Inside, Selena lounged in a disheveled yet utterly satisfied mess, her designer dress in shambles after the intense "financial discussions" you had put her through. A woman of immense power in her own right, she had proven to be as devoted as she was ambitious—perhaps even rivalling Cerena in sheer masochistic indulgence.

You smoothed the creases in your clothes and turned back to her, voice even and composed. “I’m going to discuss your proposal with my partners and get back to you tomorrow. If you’re half as devoted to building my wealth as you just were serving me, then I think my future is in good hands.”

Selena, with no regard for the hard pavement or the eyes of her driver, slid out of the car with surprising elegance, sinking to her knees before you. Her head lowered, she pressed her cheek against the toe of your shoe in a wordless display of submission.

“Thank you, my Lord,” she purred, her voice thick with reverence. “I look forward to hearing good news during our meeting tomorrow. I will send Ronnie here to pick you up in the morning. He’s a good and loyal man.”

You turned your gaze to Ronnie, who, despite likely never having seen his employer in such a state, remained unshaken. Perhaps the mark of a true professional was knowing when to remain a silent observer.

“You married, Ronnie?” you asked, the casual confidence in your tone making it seem as though you had known him for years.

“Yes, sir. I’ve been married to my wife for sixteen years,” he replied with an air of dignity. His calm, steady presence was admirable.

“Sixteen years is a long time,” you mused. “I have to wonder—when was the last time you and your wife really connected? I can smell the distance between you.”

Ronnie hesitated, shifting ever so slightly. “It’s been a while,” he admitted. “The kids keep us busy, and by the time we get home, we’re exhausted.”

“A shame,” you said, genuine empathy in your voice. “Since you’re doing me a favor by driving me around, let me return one in kind.”

Ronnie looked at you, unsure whether accepting your offer would be appropriate. He glanced at Selena, still kneeling, awaiting his employer’s response. Selena did not interject.

“If you offer, Lord Asmodeus, I would be a fool to decline,” he finally said with measured humility. “Though I must say, Ms. Blackwood has always treated me generously. I owe her a great deal.”

“A loyal man. I like that,” you said approvingly. You extended a hand for a shake, and after a brief moment’s hesitation, Ronnie took it. His grip was firm, a testament to his quiet strength. The moment your hands connected, you sent a small pulse of magic into him—nothing overwhelming, just a nudge, an encouragement.

“Go home tonight,” you instructed. “Talk to your wife. I have a feeling you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

Ronnie’s eyes widened at the sudden shift in sensation, a barely perceptible tremor in his fingers as you released your grip. He looked at his hand as if expecting to see something different. Whatever he felt, he did not question it. Instead, he nodded, his expression unreadable.

You turned back to Selena, who had not moved an inch from her kneeling position. It struck you how surreal it was—this powerful, untouchable businesswoman reduced to such a state of devotion. By all conventional metrics, she was leagues above you in wealth and influence. And yet, she had willingly placed herself at your feet.

“As for you, Selena,” you murmured, tilting your head in contemplation. “It’s disappointing to see such a clever and ambitious woman so easily undone by a little indulgence.” You let the words hang in the air. “Did you even consider poor Ronnie here? A man who has served you loyally, who has upheld your reputation with dignity, now **** to witness you in such a… compromising position.”

You delivered your words with calculated precision, watching as a shiver ran through her body. She loved the admonishment, the mockery wrapped in subtle praise.

“Don’t you think you owe him an apology?” you added, voice laced with false embarrassment. “I mean, the things you did in that car.”

Selena shuddered. “I—I’m sorry, Ronnie. I apologize that you had to see me in such a state.”

You crouched down to her level, lifting her chin so her dazed, aroused expression met your eyes. “Good girl,” you murmured. “I’ll see you tomorrow. And—no pleasuring yourself tonight. You take pleasure from me alone, should I choose to give it. Understood?”

Selena whimpered, nodding fervently.

“Good. Now, kiss me goodbye.”

She didn’t make the mistake of aiming for your lips. Selena Blackwood was a cunning person and a quick learner. Instead, she bowed her head lower, placing a reverent kiss upon the tip of your foot. The moment she did, you willed a wordless command for her to cum. Her body trembled as a bestial grunt escaped her otherwise gorgeous lips.

“Thank you, Lord Asmodeus.”