The purple lights of the Sovereign still bathed them in that sinful glow when Maddie finally found her voice again.

Her eyes were glassy with lips swollen and parted; Maddie’s chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths.

The denial had left her strung tight as a bowstring, her soaked pussy still clenching rhythmically around nothing, thighs trembling where they bracketed his hips. The dress that had once looked so refined now clung to her like a second skin — the neckline slipped low from their earlier struggle, the tops of her full, heavy breasts threatening to spill free with every breath.

The hem was already bunched high around her waist, baring the smooth, creamy expanse of her thighs and the soaked scrap of lace barely covering the puffy, glistening folds of her cunt.

She leaned in until her forehead nearly touched his, the heat of her body pressed down on the thick, unrelenting hardness trapped beneath her. The soft, warm weight of her breasts brushed against his chest, nipples stiff and visible through the thin fabric.

"Phei..." Her voice came out husky, roughened by denied pleasure, a little broken at the edges in a way that made something primal and satisfied curl low in his gut.

"My offer still stands... I buy it for you if you can just keep quiet and take me?"

Phei’s mouth curved.

"Maddie," he said, scandalized in a voice that had clearly never met sincerity in its life, even as his free hand rose and hooked two fingers into the delicate neckline of her dress. He pulled it down with deliberate, torturous slowness.

The fabric dragged over the stiff peaks of her nipples, catching for one breathless second before it slipped lower. Her breasts spilled free in a heavy, perfect bounce — full, round, and impossibly soft, the skin flushed and warm in the purple light. Her dark areolas were tight, the nipples stiff and begging, already glistening slightly from his earlier attention.

They settled heavily against her ribcage, the underside of each breast smooth and pale where the sun rarely touched.

He didn’t stop there. His palm cupped one breast, his thumb brushing slowly over the stiff peak while his other hand remained between her thighs.

He didn’t push inside. He simply dragged the pads of his fingers in one long, lazy stroke from her entrance up to her swollen clit, gathering fresh juice and spreading it over her in a slow, torturous circle. "That is—"

"Extortion?" she supplied, not even remotely bothered, as if the word had walked into the room wearing her family crest.

She punctuated it by tilting his head back with one finger beneath his chin, baring his throat the way a predator inspects something it has already decided to keep, and pressing a single slow kiss just under his jaw that was far more threat than tenderness.

Phei went very still — not because of the kiss, but because at the exact same moment his fingers found her clit again and gave it one precise, firm stroke that made her entire body jolt.

At the same time, he leaned down and took one bare nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before he bit down gently. The wet sound of his mouth on her breast filled the cabin. Then another stroke. Then nothing...

...Just the lightest pressure, holding her right there on the knife’s edge without letting her fall.

Then he laughed, low, the sound catching slightly where her mouth had been.

"Maddie, that is not how extortion works. I was going to say that is..." He leaned in and kissed her lips, softer this time, brief but slow enough to make her eyes narrow with satisfaction — all while his fingers resumed their lazy circling and his mouth returned to her breast, sucking and licking the other nipple now, alternating between them with devastating patience.

He pulled back just enough to blow cool air over the wet peak, watching it tighten even further before sucking it back into the heat of his mouth. When he pulled back, he finished, "That is a fucking deal!"

This time Maddie’s eyes widened for real.

For one blessed second, Phei had managed to shock her.

Rare. Beautiful and worth documenting in a museum beneath reinforced glass.

But the shock didn’t last long — not when his thumb pressed flat against her clit and stayed there, unmoving, while his mouth closed over her nipple again and sucked in a slow, rhythmic pull that matched the pressure on her clit.

"You shameless man," she breathed.

Phei smiled like a dragon who had just discovered a fresh mountain of gold and a princess sitting on top of it. "What can I say? I believe in girl power."

Maddie stared.

He tilted his head. "Feminism, was it?"

She stared harder, then broke into laughter, shaking her head as her hair slipped over one shoulder, baring the elegant line of her throat to the purple cabin light in a way she absolutely knew did things to him.

"No, you shameless disaster. What you are doing is called having a Sugar Mommy."

Phei paused — and used the moment to finally, finally sink one finger into her pussy. Just one. Slow. Deep. He curled it immediately to stroke that perfect spot inside while his thumb returned to her clit in the same maddening rhythm.

His other hand squeezed her bare breast, fingers sinking into the soft, heavy flesh as he pinched her nipple in time with the slow thrust of his finger.

Maddie’s laughter fractured into a soft, helpless moan.

He felt her walls clench greedily around him, felt fresh slick coat his finger, and smiled against her neck.

Phei considered it.

Then nodded with solemn dignity. "That is the better analogy; Sugarmommy."

Maddie’s mouth fell open. "You are not supposed to agree that easily."

"I love it," he said, entirely unashamed — and rewarded her by adding a second finger, stretching her just enough to make her breath hitch, before going completely still inside her again. "If making my Sugar mommy happy gets me a twenty-five-million-dollar car, then no matter how rich I am, that sounds like a fair deal to me."

Maddie stared at him for a long second, then her smile returned, slower this time, warmer and more dangerous than before.

"Me too," she whispered.

Her fingers slid down to the collar of his clothes, not pulling yet, only holding, popping the topmost fastening free with an idle flick that was somehow more obscene than urgency would have been. Then she grew hungrier.

Both her hands moved lower in the quest of finding his belt.

She attacked it with sudden, desperate hunger — her fingers trembled slightly, as she yanked the buckle open, the sharp metallic sound echoing in the quiet cabin. She pulled the belt free in one smooth motion and tossed it aside without looking, then attacked the button of his trousers, popping it open with a quick, eager flick.

The zipper came next, the sound loud and filthy as she dragged it down slowly, savoring every tooth.

At the same time, her hips gave a tiny, involuntary roll, trying to fuck herself on his motionless fingers. Phei didn’t let her. His hand on her ass tightened, holding her exactly where he wanted her — full, stretched, aching, and denied.

The purple glow from the cabin lit the side of her face, making her eyes look almost molten as she leaned close again, close enough that he could feel the heat coming off her, the soft give of her settling fully against his chest.

Her bare breasts pressed against him now, warm and soft and perfect.

"Now don’t keep me waiting, dragon."