The next day, Ariana's message arrived before the sun had fully risen. Short. Direct. No sweet embellishments. Theodore, who had just finished showering, picked up his phone and read the message.

"Be there at nine o'clock tonight. Hair cut short and dyed black, no beard, mustache, or other facial hair. Wear a white shirt. No undershirt. Don't be a second late."

— A

Theodore stared at his phone screen and smiled faintly. No need to reply. Because that command wasn’t an invitation. It was an order. And he was happy to be owned by someone who knew how to control his breath with just one sentence.

Theodore’s tattooed arms reached out, taking several body and facial care products to moisturize. He had no hair under his armpits, on his chin, or above his lips. His skin was smooth like a newly carved statue. This was the first time Theodore had been attracted to a woman after deciding to live alone and with his cats for so long.

He picked up a sensual-scented perfume, deliberately, to attract the woman whose name he didn’t know. He immediately wondered, what would the beautiful CEO do to him tonight?

Thinking about it, Theodore grew excited, smiling as he carried his car keys. He was going to the salon to get his hair cut and dyed, as requested by his “cat mother.”

"I can't wait for all of this," he said, turning the steering wheel.

**

Ariana opened the door again, for the second time that week. And for the first time… she let her gaze roam without shame.

The person she had been waiting for arrived, exactly as she had expected.

Theodore stood there in a loose white shirt, the top two buttons left open. His hair was slightly damp, short and neat, black, highlighting his beautiful face, his clean skin, and those eyes—oh, those eyes like a cat that knew it was cute but dangerous. Sexy, glowing, stunning.

Without saying a word, Ariana gestured for him to come in. This time there was no dining table. No candles. Just a dimly lit room with a large chair near the big window facing the city lights. Theodore seemed curious about what would happen next, so he stepped into the room without hesitation.

“You’re right on time,” Ariana said, walking slowly toward the chair, sitting down, and crossing her legs.

“You told me to come on time,” Theodore replied. “And I… like being told what to do sweetly.”

Ariana held back a smile, but her gaze changed. Dark. Deep. Powerful. She tapped her thigh, as if calling a cat onto her lap.

“Come here.”

Theodore froze for a moment. Ariana was wearing only a very revealing nightgown, exposing her beautiful body and driving Theodore nearly mad. Then he stepped forward. One… two… three… until he stood directly in front of Ariana.

“Sit down,” Ariana whispered.

“Can I touch you?” Theodore asked impatiently.

“Not yet,” Ariana replied calmly. “Sit on the floor. Between my legs.”

Theodore obeyed. He knelt slowly, then moved closer between Ariana’s widely spread legs, his head almost level with her chest. He looked up. Their gazes locked. Their breaths grew more intertwined. The scent of Theodore’s body, his breath, and his hair… Ariana was nearly driven mad by the overwhelming sensation.

Ariana lowered her head, her hands touching Theodore’s smooth, flawless cheek. Her thumb traced the line of his jaw slowly. Theodore moved his head, following Ariana’s fingertips like a cat. Ariana drew closer, their breaths mingling.

“You know, I could have kissed your lips from the very first night we met…”

Theodore rubbed his cheek against Ariana’s palm. His pupils turned upward, gazing at Ariana with pleading eyes. Ariana’s heart raced at the sight of that gaze.

“Honestly, I prefer watching you wait. Because when you wait… you become sweeter than usual.” Ariana spoke in a soft, low tone, her passion simmering beneath the surface.

Theodore opened his lips, as if to respond, but Ariana immediately placed her index finger over his reddened lips.

“Shh.”

Theodore closed his mouth again.

Ariana then touched the collar of his shirt, pulling it slightly to the side so that the pale skin on his collarbone was more visible. She leaned down… and didn’t kiss his lips, but…

… gently kissed the collarbone.

One soft kiss. Cold. Then another. Wetter.

Theodore tensed slightly. Ariana kissed the side of his neck. Then she stopped just below his chin, almost at the edge of his lips. Theodore’s alluring scent and his submissive demeanor made Ariana even more impatient.

“Dare to open your eyes?” Ariana whispered.

Theodore nodded.

Ariana lifted Theodore's face with her fingers, then stared at his lips for a long time. She touched his jaw, holding it facing upward. Theodore had completely smooth skin, not a single hair or mustache growing, and Ariana loved it all.

“If I kiss your lips,” she said almost like a threat, “you’re not allowed to touch me back. Not even a single finger. You can only receive. Understand?”

Theodore nodded slowly. His eyes began to burn. His breath was unstable. Ariana leaned in slowly. Even slower. The distance between them was just an inch. Then just a finger’s width.

And finally… their lips touched.

At first, it was just a light touch of lips, and Theodore didn’t respond at all. But Ariana pressed a little deeper, opening Theodore’s lips slightly with her tongue. Entering… tasting… pressing.

And Theodore—as promised—didn’t respond.

He only let out a restrained sigh. Surrendering.

His lips parted, accepting Ariana’s tender kiss, as sweet as a peach. His hands clenched on his thighs, holding back the urge to embrace her, to cling to her, even though Theodore desperately wanted to pin her down and take Ariana’s virginity. But Theodore remained silent; he would wait for that moment to come.

Ariana kissed deeper. The kiss was powerful. Gentle yet commanding. Hot yet not rushed. And when she finally pulled away slowly…

Their lips were wet. Their breath heavy. Theodore stared at her. His eyes blurry. His face red.

Ariana smirked.

“Good boy.”

And for some reason, those two words made Theodore’s stomach feel like it had been struck by a gentle electric shock. Ariana then stood up, pulling Theodore to sit on the chair.

“Sit down, and I hope you don’t attack me. I’ve decided, I’ll bathe you like a kitten.” Ariana whispered in a threatening tone.

Theodore seemed to swallow saliva as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Ariana unbuttoned Theodore’s shirt completely, revealing his tattooed chest. She then stuck out her tongue, licking Tennie’s ear before moving down to his neck, collarbone, armpit, and finally his nipple. Ariana sucked on Theodore’s nipple with such passion that he couldn’t take it anymore, his fingers rubbing the bulge beneath his pants.

"Shut up or I don't want to see you again!" Ariana snapped.

Theodore tried to hold back. He let the beautiful girl lick his nipples alternately and move down to his stomach. Eventually, Ariana moved down to the special part of Theodore's body and sucked it with passion. Every inch was not missed by Ariana, and Theodore could only surrender to the sensation of the cat licking him.

That night, they didn't spend it in bed. But every inch of Tennie's body touched by Ariana seemed to leave a mark. And at the corner of her lips, there was still a lingering taste from the first kiss that wasn't just hot.

It was an order. And he obeyed it with his whole body.