The Interview Part: 3

Sophie’s eyes locked onto James’s, her lips curling into a slow, daring smile. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the way his dominance had shifted subtly, teetering on the edge of something new. This was her moment. She slid off his lap, her movements deliberate, her body radiating a confidence that made the air between them crackle with tension.

“You’re used to calling the shots, aren’t you, James?” she said, her voice low and smooth, like velvet sliding over steel. She took a step back, her heels clicking against the polished floor, and crossed her arms. Her gaze traveled down his body, lingering on the evidence of his arousal, before meeting his eyes again. “But not this time.” James raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—curiosity, maybe even anticipation. “And what exactly are you suggesting, Sophie?”

She took another step back, her smile widening. “Strip. Completely.” His lips twitched, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners. “Is that an order?” Sophie tilted her head, her expression unyielding. “You think you’re in control here, don’t you? That you can just stop when you want, leave me begging?” She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling in a way that made his gaze drop for just a moment. “But I’m not going to play by your rules anymore. If you want me to prove myself, then you’ll have to prove yourself to me first.”

James leaned back in his chair, his hands resting on the armrests, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. “And if I refuse?” Sophie didn’t flinch. “Then this ends here. You’ll never know what you’re missing out on.” The room was silent, the tension between them so thick it was almost suffocating. James studied her, his gaze intense, as if he were trying to unravel her, to see past the challenge in her eyes. Finally, he stood, his movements slow and deliberate. He didn’t take his eyes off her as he unbuttoned his suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor.

Sophie’s heart raced, but she kept her expression calm, her gaze steady. She watched as he loosened his tie, the silk slipping through his fingers before he tossed it aside. His shirt followed, the fabric sliding over his shoulders to reveal the powerful lines of his chest. He was older, yes, but his body was still strong, defined by years of discipline and control.

James unbuckled his belt, the sound of leather sliding against metal echoing in the room. He stepped out of his pants, the fabric pooling around his ankles, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Sophie’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening as she took in the sight of him. She could see the bulge of his arousal, the way his body responded to her challenge.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice low and rough, a hint of amusement in his tone. Sophie shook her head, her gaze never leaving his. “All of it.”

James’s lips curved into a smirk, but there was something else in his expression now—a flicker of something darker, more primal. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down, stepping out of them with a quiet grace that made her stomach twist with anticipation.

Sophie’s eyes widened as she took him in, her breath catching in her throat. He was completely exposed, his body on display for her, and she could feel the power shift between them, the control slipping from his grasp. She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the floor, until she was standing just inches away from him. “Good,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with authority. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. “Now you’re ready.”

James’s breath hitched, his muscles tensing beneath her touch. But he didn’t move, didn’t try to reclaim control. He just watched her, his eyes dark with desire, as she trailed her fingers down his chest, over the hard planes of his abdomen, until her hand wrapped around him. Sophie’s grip was firm but gentle, her thumb brushing over the tip of him, and she felt him shudder, his body responding to her touch. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “You’re mine now.”

James’s hands clenched at his sides, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she began to move her hand, her strokes slow and deliberate. His control was slipping, his composure crumbling under her touch, and Sophie could feel the power shift completely, the balance tilting in her favor. She pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his, and she could see the hunger in them, the way he was struggling to hold onto his dominance. But she didn’t give it back. Instead, she tightened her grip, her movements quickening, and watched as his jaw tightened, his body trembling with the effort to stay still.

“Do you feel it, James?” she asked, her voice soft but laced with a challenge. “The way it feels to give up control?” James’s breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling with each stroke, and he finally gave in, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer, his lips crashing down onto hers. The kiss was fierce, almost bruising, but Sophie met it with equal intensity, her free hand tangling in his hair as she kissed him back.

When they finally broke apart, James’s eyes were dark with need, his voice rough as he growled, “What do you want, Sophie?” She smiled, her hand still moving, her touch never faltering. “I want you to beg.”