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Shalom already knew what the white-haired woman had in mind. The weight of her gaze, the subtle air of expectation, were all too familiar. Still, she played it cool, her voice smooth and nonchalant. "Hm?" she hummed, turning on her heel, an edge of curiosity in her tone as if she hadn't already pieced everything together.

She couldn't suppress the faint shudder that ran down her spine as Paradeisos-02's hand closed around her wrist, the thin wrapping doing little to dull the commanding pressure. There was no urgency in the grip, just an unspoken expectation that Shalom would yield—and she did, allowing herself to be pulled closer.

Paradeisos-02 leaned in, her breath grazing Shalom's ear as her voice fell into a whisper, low and deliberate. "You'll come with me. Now."

There was no heat in the words, no obvious seduction—just the cold, quiet certainty of someone who didn't ask for what they wanted but took it.

Shalom's lips curved into the barest hint of a smile, equal parts intrigued and amused. "As you wish" she replied softly, the obedient lilt in her voice tinged with the faintest trace of amusement. She let the woman lead, her thoughts a swirl of curiosity and indulgence as she played along, her composure never faltering.

Paradeisos-02 said nothing more as she led Shalom down the stark corridors of Paradeisos, her grip firm yet unhurried. The silence between them was heavy, yet it carried a peculiar rhythm—one that Shalom had grown used to. It was part of the unspoken language Paradeisos-02 spoke fluently: control.

Shalom followed without protest, her amusement simmering just beneath her calm exterior. She knew the game well, knew what was expected of her. Even so, her sharp eyes darted to the side, catching glimpses of 02's pale hair, the set of her jaw, and the calculated ease of her movements.

Finally, they stopped before a door—no numbers, no markings, nothing to suggest where it might lead. 02 released Shalom's wrist, the absence of her touch oddly electric. She turned to face Shalom, her icy gaze unwavering as she spoke again, her voice calm but commanding.

"Inside."

Shalom raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening as she reached for the door. "Should I be nervous?" she asked lightly, her words carrying just enough mischief to invite reaction.

02's response was immediate and dismissive, a tilt of her head as if the question wasn't worth answering. "Your nerves are irrelevant. Obedience, however, is not."

The cool finality of the words sent a ripple through Shalom, and though she didn't outwardly react, the corner of her smile tugged just a bit higher. "Understood" she murmured, stepping through the threshold.

The door slid shut with a quiet hiss, leaving the two of them in the dimly lit room. Shalom barely had a moment to take in her surroundings before Paradeisos-02 closed the distance between them.

"You waste too much time talking" 02 said, her tone as sharp as the glint in her eyes. Her hand shot out, gripping Shalom by the chin—not harshly, but firmly enough to leave no room for defiance.

Shalom's breath hitched, not in fear but in anticipation. Her eyes flicked upward, meeting the cold, calculating gaze that bore into her with unnerving precision. "You'd prefer me quiet, then?" she asked softly, her lips curling into a faint smirk despite the hold on her face.

02's thumb brushed across Shalom's lower lip, not gently but with an air of detached authority. "I'd prefer you useful" she replied coolly, the words deliberate and cutting. She tilted Shalom's head slightly, as though examining her like a particularly intriguing piece of equipment.

Shalom let the silence linger, her amusement flickering as she stayed still, yielding completely to the moment. She could feel the tension coiling in the air between them, the dynamic so stark it was almost palpable.

02's other hand pressed against Shalom's shoulder, guiding her back until she collided with the edge of a sleek table. The gesture was far from rough, but the strength behind it was undeniable. "Take off your coat" 02 ordered, her voice low and even, giving no room for argument.

Shalom hesitated for half a second—just enough to tease—before slipping the garment from her shoulders. "Anything else?" she asked, her tone light, as if to test the boundaries of the woman's patience.

The faintest twitch of annoyance crossed 02's face before she leaned in, her breath brushing against Shalom's cheek. "Don't make me repeat myself."

The tension in the room thickened, the air charged with unspoken intent as Shalom stood there, the cool metal of the table pressing against her back. She felt the sharpness of Paradeisos-02's gaze—unwavering, unforgiving—but it only fueled the fire inside her.

02 didn't wait long. She stepped closer, the subtle scent of her presence invading Shalom's space. There was nothing gentle about the way she moved; each step was a promise, each gesture calculated to remind Shalom of the power she held in this moment.

With a quick motion, Paradeisos-02 placed a hand on Shalom's stomach, her fingers cool against the warmth of her body. "I told you to obey" she said, her voice lower now, a barely contained edge of command laced through every syllable. Her other hand slid down Shalom's side, the movement slow but deliberate.

Shalom's lips parted slightly, her breath catching in a quiet anticipation. She let 02 take the lead, her body tensing under the touch, but her mind was still sharp, teasing. "And I am" she murmured, "obedient... in my own way."

02's expression never faltered, the smallest flicker of annoyance crossing her face again before she closed the distance, her mouth brushing Shalom's ear. "You test my patience." The words were barely a whisper, but the weight of them was unmistakable.

Shalom could feel her pulse quicken, a sharp thrill running through her veins. "Patience is for those who need time" she quipped softly, but her voice had a subtle edge now—a challenge, one she knew would not go unanswered.

Without warning, 02's grip tightened, her fingers digging into the curve of Shalom's waist as she leaned in, her mouth brushing just above Shalom's jaw. "You'll learn quickly, then" she said, her voice low and cold, before her lips pressed hard against Shalom's neck, a sharp, possessive kiss that sent a rush of heat through Shalom's body.

Shalom's breath hitched, her eyes flicking closed. The sudden intensity took her off guard, but it only made her smile widen. "I always do" she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

02 pulled back slightly, her icy gaze locking onto Shalom's, and for a moment, the silence between them felt almost suffocating. But it wasn't uncomfortable—no, it was taut, electric, charged with anticipation.

With a cool, practiced motion, Paradeisos-02 straightened Shalom's posture, guiding her hands to rest at her sides, as though positioning her for inspection. "I do hope" 02 began, her voice low but controlled, "that you don't make me repeat myself again. You'll wait for my commands, and you'll follow them without hesitation." Her eyes flicked to Shalom's lips, her words deliberate, each one an unspoken order. "Do you understand?"

Shalom's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. The submissive part of her didn't need to be told twice, but the playful side still hung on to the edge of rebellion. "Of course" she replied smoothly, her tone dripping with feigned innocence. "I always follow... when it's worth following."

02's eyes narrowed, a silent warning flashing before her fingers brushed over Shalom's throat, a simple touch that felt like a tether. "You'll be thoroughly obedient, Shalom. I will make sure of it." Her voice was polite, even formal, but there was an underlying edge—one that promised there would be no room for error.

Shalom's smile softened, the teasing glint never leaving her eyes. "I'm sure you will" she replied, her words also polite, but thick with the unspoken implication. She was still in control of this, still playing the game, even though 02 held all the power. "But don't get too comfortable just yet" she added, her voice soft and almost sweet, "because I'm not sure how long I can keep this up."

02's gaze turned icy, her hand slipping under the fabric of Shalom's top, fingertips grazing the soft skin of her abdomen. "I don't need you to keep it up, Shalom" she murmured, her voice like velvet over steel. "I need you to submit, and I need you to understand that when I give you an order, you follow it. No questions. No resistance."

Shalom's breath hitched, but the words that followed were both an acknowledgment and a challenge. "Understood" she replied, her tone finally shifting to something deeper, more honest, as she let the weight of the woman's authority settle over her. "I'm all yours."

Paradeisos-02's fingers lingered just above Shalom's waist, her touch so light it almost felt like an insult—until it wasn't. Shalom's breath stilled, the air thickening between them as 02's gaze never wavered, her eyes now dangerously calculating.

There was a coolness in the way she assessed Shalom, as if deciding whether to indulge her or push her further. "Tell me what you want, Shalom" 02 said, her voice almost clinical, polite, but carrying an undertone that sent a rush of heat through Shalom's chest. Her words were a direct command, as though she expected Shalom to be completely transparent, to lay bare her desires as though they were nothing more than a simple request.

Shalom's heart raced, the challenge clear in her mind. But she held steady, her voice low and laced with both amusement and need. "I want you to take what you want from me" she murmured, her lips curling into a seductive smile. "I'm ready for whatever you have in mind. I've been waiting for this moment."

There was no hesitation in her words, no uncertainty—just a quiet acceptance of the power 02 wielded over her. The shift in tone, however, was unmistakable. The air around them seemed to crackle with tension, the promise of something darker, more intimate on the horizon.

02's lips curled into a faint smile, a cold, calculating expression, before she moved closer, her breath now warm against Shalom's ear. "You've been waiting, hmm?" she whispered, her voice dropping even lower, her words practically a caress. "You should have said something sooner."

Paradeisos-02's eyes gleamed with predatory intent as she pressed Shalom firmly against the table, her body close enough to feel the heat radiating off her. Shalom's breath quickened, and despite herself, she felt a pulse of desire surge through her. It was a stark contrast to the cool control 02 exuded, but it was all part of the game.

"You'll stay still" 02 ordered, her voice even but dripping with an unspoken promise. "And you'll take what I give you—without complaint, without hesitation."

With one hand still on Shalom's waist, 02 traced a finger down the center of her chest, the motion slow, deliberate, as if savoring the moment. "I told you" 02 murmured, her voice a low hum, "that you would be obedient, didn't I?"

Shalom's chest rose and fell with each breath, but her eyes never left 02's. "And I am" she replied, the hint of amusement still lingering in her tone. She leaned in, her lips brushing against 02's ear. "But you're not making it easy" she teased softly.

Without warning, 02's hand slipped lower, a firm grip at the base of Shalom's back drawing her even closer. Her other hand moved to Shalom's jaw, tilting her face up. "If you want it easy" 02 said quietly, almost too calmly, "you're in the wrong place."

The words hit like a jolt. Before Shalom could respond, 02's lips crashed against hers, the kiss forceful, dominating, as if to silence any further defiance. Her tongue slipped past Shalom's lips, deep and possessive, as she pulled Shalom closer, guiding her body with ease.

Shalom let out a soft moan into the kiss, her hands moving of their own accord to grip 02's shoulders. She wasn't going to resist—not now. She let the kiss deepen, let her body mold against 02's as her pulse raced.

When they broke apart, Shalom's breath was uneven, her chest heaving. She met 02's eyes, and the unspoken demand in them was clear. "You want me" Shalom whispered, a challenge lacing her voice.

"More than you can imagine" 02 replied, her voice still cold, but her hand was suddenly at the waistband of Shalom's skirt, pulling at the fabric with an unmistakable sense of purpose. She moved slowly, deliberately, as if she had all the time in the world—only Shalom knew better. She knew that the cold detachment in 02's gaze masked an intensity that would break through in the most unexpected ways.

"Do you want me to take you?" 02's voice was calm, almost polite in its formality. But the question was sharp, direct.

Shalom's lips parted as she inhaled, her body trembling with the force of the tension between them. "Yes" she breathed. "Take me."

With a swift motion, 02 guided her hands to the table, urging Shalom to lean forward. "Then stay still" 02 commanded softly, her voice deceptively gentle. "Let me do all the work."

Her gaze never wavered from Shalom's, cold and commanding as she methodically unbuckled the belt of Shalom's skirt. The action was slow, deliberate, each movement giving a sense of control, like a reminder of who was in charge. "Good girl" 02 murmured, her voice low and almost approving.

The words landed like a gentle stroke against Shalom's skin, and for just a moment, her gaze faltered, the faintest flicker of something vulnerable flashing across her face. It was a brief break in the veneer, one that 02 would no doubt notice—but it quickly hardened again.

"Praising me already?" Shalom's voice was light, teasing, as her hand reached out with the same fluid confidence. She cupped 02's cheek, her fingers grazing the cool skin before she pressed her lips softly against 02's in a kiss, a touch that was both a challenge and an invitation.

02 didn't flinch, didn't even blink. She accepted the kiss with cold precision, her lips firm and unyielding against Shalom's. When she pulled back, there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes, though her control was absolute. "You'll find I have a taste for efficiency, Shalom" she said, her tone as polite as ever, but the undercurrent of command was unmistakable. "And I prefer it when my good girls stay quiet and follow orders."

Shalom's lips pressed eagerly against 02's again, the kiss deep and hungry, as though trying to devour the coldness in 02's demeanor. Her arms wrapped around the older woman's body, pulling her in closer, her fingers tracing the edges of 02's sleek, perfectly tailored clothing. It was all part of the game—Shalom knew it. The power struggle, the submission, the control—it was intoxicating.

As the final tug of 02's hand coaxed her skirt down, it pooled at Shalom's feet, the fabric whispering against the cold floor. With a swift movement, Shalom kicked it aside, the skirt no longer a barrier between them. She stepped out of it, her bare skin now exposed to 02's calculating gaze.

Shalom's heart thudded, but she didn't hesitate. She reached up to grip the back of 02's neck, pulling her down into another kiss, this one more insistent, more demanding. Her body pressed flush against 02's, the heat between them palpable.

When she pulled back, Shalom's breath was shallow, eyes glowing with desire, the faintest hint of a challenge still in her expression. "Is this what you wanted?" she asked softly, her voice edged with something darker. She knew exactly how to push 02's buttons—how to keep the tension tight, the anticipation hanging just out of reach. "Or do you want me to beg?"

Shalom's lips curled into a sly smile as she looked up at 02, her body still pressed closely to hers. She could feel the heat of the woman's anger simmering beneath that icy exterior, and it only made the game more exhilarating. With an exaggerated sigh, Shalom let her shoulders sag slightly, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she mock-begged.

"Please, 02" she cooed, her tone a perfect blend of teasing and submission, "I'm so desperate for you. Can't you just take me already?"

02's eyes darkened, but she didn't respond immediately. Her fingers tightened around Shalom's waist, the pressure growing until it was almost painful. Shalom could feel the tension building, but she refused to back down, letting the challenge hang in the air between them.

She leaned in, pressing a light kiss against 02's neck, her lips grazing the cold skin. "I'll do anything you want. Anything" Shalom whispered, her voice softer, but no less mocking. "Just say the word."

It was enough. The patience in 02's eyes had started to crack, and with a sudden, sharp movement, she gripped Shalom by the chin, forcing their eyes to meet. "Enough" she snapped, her voice low and biting. The coldness in her tone was laced with frustration. "You'll beg when I decide it's time, not before."

Before Shalom could respond, 02's lips were on hers again, hard and unforgiving, as if to silence her completely. The kiss was commanding, more aggressive now, as though 02 was punishing Shalom for her playful taunt. She didn't allow Shalom any room to breathe, her hand moving swiftly between them, her actions no longer patient—just driven by the singular desire to take control.

02's hands wrapped around Shalom's throat, the pressure firm but controlled, enough to leave Shalom gasping for air. A soft, needy whimper escaped her lips as she was forced to surrender to the kiss, her breath stalling in her chest. Every move of 02's was calculated, each touch deliberate—this wasn't just about pleasure; it was a lesson, one Shalom had come to understand all too well.

Shalom's hands found 02's wrist, but not with the intention of pulling it away from her neck. No, she gripped it tighter, her fingers trembling slightly, as though savoring the control that 02 had over her. She let herself go limp under the pressure, the heat of the moment clouding her mind. The lack of air made her feel more alive, more vulnerable, and she wasn't sure whether she was resisting or surrendering.

When 02 finally pulled away, Shalom's chest heaved, her lips swollen and wet, eyes glazed with a mixture of lust and submission. She blinked, trying to regain some focus, but the sensation of 02's hands still lingered around her throat, the imprint of control still strong.

02 smiled, a satisfied, almost triumphant curve of her lips. "Good girl" she purred, the words low and approving. It was the kind of praise that felt like a reward and a command all at once. She ran her thumb over Shalom's lips, a touch so gentle it almost felt like an afterthought, but it only served to remind Shalom of her place in this dynamic.

Shalom's breath was still unsteady, but she managed a teasing smile. "Is that all?" she asked, her voice weak but defiant. She could feel her body thrumming with the desire to push further, but for the moment, she waited—waiting for 02 to decide what would come next.

Her lips parted, a soft exhale escaping her as her eyes locked onto 02's. Slowly, teasingly, Shalom's tongue flicked out, dragging it over 02's thumb with an almost reverent slowness. She felt the smooth skin against her tongue, the taste lingering faintly, and without hesitation, she took the digit fully into her mouth, sucking lightly, her lips parting just enough to accommodate the motion.

Shalom's eyes never left 02's as she worked her mouth around the thumb, a slow, sensual rhythm that was both teasing and deliberate. The act itself was submissive, but there was a defiance in the way she did it—an unspoken challenge in the way she made the gesture more intimate, more consuming. Her lips closed around the thumb, her mouth warm and wet, as though savoring it like a prized possession.

02's gaze sharpened, a flicker of approval passing through her eyes, though her control never wavered. "You like this, don't you?" she asked, her voice low and controlled, though the subtle edge of possessiveness was clear. Her free hand brushed against Shalom's jaw, holding her in place as she continued to suck, the soft sounds of her mouth echoing in the still air between them.

Shalom didn't respond immediately. She didn't need to. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her focus solely on pleasing 02, submitting to her control while silently claiming what was hers. When she finally pulled back, her lips glistening and swollen, she gave a soft, almost satisfied sigh. "More, please" she whispered, her voice a perfect blend of eagerness and submission, her body already anticipating the next move.

02 finally indulged her, a soft laugh escaping her lips, laced with amusement. Her fingers traced the outline of Shalom's slick folds through the thin fabric of her panties, feeling the heat that radiated from her skin. Shalom's breath hitched, a soft sigh leaving her as 02's touch pressed gently against her, coaxing a soft response from her body.

Shalom's head fell forward, her forehead resting against 02's shoulder, her eyes closed as she tried to steady her breathing. The feeling of 02's hand against her was everything she wanted, and the control in 02's touch made it all the more intoxicating. It was a contradiction—a slow, measured touch, but one that held undeniable power. She knew what 02 was doing. She was being toyed with, made to ache for more.

Shalom didn't fight it. Instead, her hands gripped the older woman's body, pressing closer, trying to intensify the contact. "Please" she murmured against 02's skin, her voice thick with desire. "Don't tease me..."

But 02's fingers only tightened their pressure for a moment, pulling away just enough to make Shalom gasp in frustration. "Patience" 02 murmured, her tone as cold and commanding as ever. "You'll get what you want, Shalom. But only when I decide you've earned it."

Shalom's breath was shallow as she struggled to contain herself, the desire to push 02 further warring with the need to remain obedient. "I'm ready" she whispered, barely able to keep the pleading from her voice. "I want it..."

02 chuckled softly, the sound rich with amusement as her fingers curled around the back of Shalom's head, gently guiding it. Her other hand moved to push the fabric aside, the heat of her body palpable. With a swift, deliberate motion, 02 pushed inside, making Shalom gasp against her. The sudden, controlled intrusion left Shalom breathless, her body responding instinctively.

"Y-Yes" Shalom murmured, the word strained as her hands clung to 02's body for balance, her chest rising and falling with every labored breath. She raised her head, her lips grazing against 02's neck before pressing a soft, lingering kiss against the delicate pulse that throbbed beneath her skin. The kiss was gentle, almost reverent, a clear indication of her desire to please 02—no matter the circumstances.

02's grip tightened at the back of Shalom's head, holding her in place as she relished the feeling of Shalom's kiss, the soft surrender in her submission. "Good girl" she breathed, her voice low and possessive. "Such a quick learner."

The words stung with praise and authority, making Shalom's body flush with a mix of pride and yearning. She kept her kiss slow, soft, but her body was starting to tremble, eager for more as 02 continued to take control, each movement reinforcing her dominance.

02's grip on Shalom's head remained firm, guiding her with a subtle but undeniable force. She withdrew slightly, only to thrust deeper, pulling a breathless gasp from Shalom. The sound of their breath mingling, slow and heavy, filled the room, each touch controlling.

Shalom's hands, still gripping 02's body, pulled her closer, urging her for more, but 02 was in no rush. She set a pace, slow and steady, drawing the pleasure out, teaching Shalom to wait for it, to need it.

"Patience, Shalom" 02 whispered, her breath hot against the skin of Shalom's ear. "You know I don't like to be rushed." Her voice was the epitome of calm, even as her body pressed against Shalom's, every inch of her a reminder of the power she held.

Shalom whimpered at the slow rhythm, her body aching, desperate for more. "Please" she breathed, her voice thick with need, her hands clutching at 02's waist, pulling her in closer. "I can't... I need more."

02's eyes gleamed with cold amusement as she pulled back again, making Shalom's body quiver with frustration. "You need more?" 02 asked, her voice dangerously soft, the dominant edge returning. "What do you need, Shalom?"

The question hung in the air, Shalom's heart raced, her body trembling in anticipation. She knew what she wanted, but she was still waiting for 02 to decide if she was worthy of it.

Shalom's breath hitched, her body trembling from the slow pace, desperate for more. She could feel 02's control tightening around her, and with it, her own frustration grew. But in the midst of it, something inside her snapped. She couldn't hold it back any longer, the need to please 02 overpowering everything else.

Her voice was a hushed, eager whisper, dripping with submission. "I want to please you" she murmured, her eyes meeting 02's, intense and unwavering. "I'll do anything you want... just tell me."

The words hung between them, raw and earnest, and they were everything 02 needed to hear. Shalom was acknowledging her place, fully surrendering to her control. It was exactly the kind of submission 02 craved, and the possessive gleam in her eyes grew sharper.

"Good girl" 02 breathed, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. Her hand tightened on Shalom's neck, pulling her closer, guiding her with a firm, possessive hold. "You've earned it now."

02's smile deepened, a flash of approval crossing her face as she heard Shalom's admission. She didn't need to say anything more—Shalom had already given her what she wanted. With a swift movement, 02 pulled Shalom in completely, her body pressing firmly against hers. The power of the moment intensified as 02 took full charge, setting a pace that was both commanding and relentless.

Shalom's body responded, her hands gripping 02's back, her breath hitching with each thrust, her mind lost in the sensation of being owned, being controlled. There was no escape now—only surrender.

The pleasure built, each movement bringing them closer to the inevitable release. 02's steady control over Shalom never faltered, and Shalom, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, felt herself unravel, every inch of her devoted to satisfying 02, just as she'd promised.

Finally, with a sharp gasp, Shalom's body tensed, her release sweeping through her, leaving her breathless and exhausted in the aftermath. 02's hands held her steady, never once losing their grip, guiding her through the climax with a final, possessive thrust.

As Shalom's breathing slowed, she leaned into 02's touch, still trembling. The space between them felt electric, the air heavy with the weight of everything that had just transpired. 02's hand gently cupped her cheek, lifting her head so their eyes met. "You did well" she murmured, her voice low and satisfied.