The weekend came and the tension between Mia and Tyler had only grown worse. At work on Friday they had another big argument in front of the whole team about who would lead the next client presentation. Tyler called her ideas “safe and boring.” Mia shot back that he was “all talk and no substance.” By the time the meeting ended, the air was thick with anger.
That evening Tyler sent a single text: “My place. 9pm. Wear a coat and nothing underneath. Don’t be late.”
Mia stared at the message, her p***y already starting to throb. She hated how much power he had over her body now. Still, she did exactly what he said. She showed up at his apartment door at nine sharp, wearing a long black coat and a pair of heels. Nothing else.
The moment Tyler opened the door, he grabbed her by the coat and
