Novel Full Chapter 284: The Confession
Chapter 284: The Confession
“You taste much better than your boss, Helena.”
Helena froze.
The words echoed in her ears, sharp and impossible.
Your boss.
Not “your assistant.”
YOUR BOSS.
Her mind stuttered, trying to process. The pleasure still pulsing through her veins made thinking difficult, but the words cut through the haze like a knife.
If he thought she was Vivienne Vanderbilt… if he believed she was the CEO… he would have said “better than your assistant.”
But he didn’t.
He said “your boss.”
Which meant…
’Oh God.’
’He knows.’
Helena’s breath stopped.
Her eyes, still glazed from the denied orgasm, snapped into focus with sudden, horrifying clarity.
He knew.
He knew she wasn’t Vivienne.
He knew she was the assistant.
He knew everything.
Every word she’d spoken. Every command she’d given. Every moment she’d felt powerful, in control, victorious…
He’d been letting her.
Playing along.
Watching her perform.
The realization crashed over her like ice water.
’When did he figure it out? How long has he known? Has he been laughing at me this entire time?’
She was still on the table. Still exposed. Legs spread wide, gown bunched around her neck, breasts bare, pussy dripping.
She couldn’t hide.
Couldn’t run.
Couldn’t even close her legs without his permission… he was standing right there, between her thighs, blocking any escape.
Trapped.
Completely, utterly trapped by her own vulnerability.
Helena’s first instinct was to deny it. To shake her head, to laugh it off, to say ’I don’t know what you’re talking about, I AM Vivienne Vanderbilt… ’
But before she could open her mouth, Alex spoke.
“Don’t.”
The single word cut through the air like a blade.
His voice was soft. Almost gentle. But there was steel underneath.
“Don’t try to deny it, Helena.”
He leaned down, bracing his hands on either side of her hips, caging her completely.
“I knew your plan before you even started.”
Helena’s breath hitched. Another shock, sharper than the first, lanced through her chest.
’How?’
Her mind raced frantically.
’Did I do something wrong? Did I give myself away?’
She thought back through the evening… the greeting, the dinner, the commands she’d given Vivienne. Had she slipped up? Said something that revealed the truth?
’Or was it Vivienne?’
The thought made her stomach drop.
’Did Vivienne tell him? Did she betray the plan?’
But no… that couldn’t be. Vivienne had been too into it. Too committed. She’d been grinding on his lap, begging him to make her cum, playing her role perfectly.
Helena’s thoughts spiraled, tangled, desperate for answers.
’What now?’
Panic clawed at her throat. She was stripped bare. The power was gone. The charade was dead. She was just the assistant, caught trying to wear the crown, with her ass in the air and her pussy wet for the man she was trying to fool.
She opened her mouth to beg, to explain, to do something…
But Alex moved.
His hand sliding down between her spread thighs, his thumb pressing directly against her clit with devastating precision.
“Ahh…!”
Helena’s back arched violently off the table, a broken cry tearing from her throat.
The sudden, devastating contact after being denied… after being left trembling on the edge… was almost too much to bear.
He didn’t thrust his fingers inside her. Didn’t penetrate. Just circled that swollen, over-sensitive bundle of nerves with slow, deliberate pressure that made her see stars.
“Oh God… Alex… please…”
All thought evaporated.
The revelation, the shock, the fear of discovery… it all burned away in the white-hot blaze of need.
She didn’t care anymore.
She didn’t care that he knew. Didn’t care that the game was over. Didn’t care about Vivienne or the plan or anything except the maddening pressure of his thumb against her clit.
’It’s not my loss anyway,’ some desperate, selfish part of her mind whispered. ’It’s Vivienne’s. She’s the one who planned this. She’s the one who’ll be humiliated.’
’I just want to cum.’
Helena’s hips bucked against his hand, chasing the friction, shameless and desperate.
But just as the pressure built again, just as she felt herself climbing back toward that cliff…
Alex stopped.
His hand stilled.
Helena whimpered, a broken, pleading sound that would have humiliated her if she’d had any dignity left.
“No… please… don’t stop…”
Alex straightened, pulling his hand away completely.
“Not yet.”
His voice was calm. Controlled. The voice of a man completely in command.
He looked down at her… wrecked, trembling, tears of frustration gathering at the corners of her eyes… and smiled.
“You have a choice, Helena.”
He said her name slowly. Deliberately. Making sure she understood he knew exactly who she was.
“You can confess. Tell me the truth. Admit everything.”
He paused, letting the option sink in.
“Or…”
His hand moved again, this time gripping her hip… hard enough to bruise.
“…you can keep pretending. Keep lying. And get punished just like your boss.”
Helena’s breath caught.
“Begging to cum,” Alex continued, his voice dropping to a dark, cruel purr. “Denied again and again. Edged until you’re sobbing. Until you’re so desperate you’d do anything… say anything… just for release.”
His eyes gleamed with wicked promise.
“I have a very good punishment planned for her.”
The threat hung in the air, heavy and undeniable.
Helena stared up at him, her mind a chaotic mess of fear and need and desperate calculation.
Vivienne had been denied twice. Left aching and empty and humiliated.
’Is that what he’ll do to me?’
The thought should have terrified her.
But Helena was so desperate, so consumed by the aching void between her legs, that she couldn’t think straight.
She didn’t want to be punished.
She didn’t want to be edged and denied and left sobbing like Vivienne.
She wanted to cum.
And if confessing was the price…
’Fine.’
’Fuck the plan. Fuck Vivienne. Fuck everything.’
’I just want to cum.’
“Now.”
Alex’s voice cut through her spiraling thoughts.
His hand rose.
Came down hard on her ass.
CRACK!
The slap echoed through the dining room like a gunshot.
Helena yelped, her body jerking forward, the sharp sting blooming hot across her skin.
“Tell me everything, Helena.”
Another slap. Harder this time.
CRACK!
“Accept it.”
CRACK!
“Do it fast.”
The stinging heat, the commanding tone, the desperate need still pulsing through her core… it all crashed together.
Helena broke.
“I’m Helena!” she sobbed out, the confession tearing from her throat. “I’m Helena Vanderbilt!”
“Assistant to Mrs. Vivienne Vanderbilt!”
Her voice cracked, raw and desperate, the words tumbling out in a rush.
“She ordered me to do this! It was all her game… her plan!”
The words hung in the air.
The truth.
Finally spoken.
Alex’s hand stilled mid-swing.
He looked down at her… flushed, trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks… and smiled.
“Good girl.”
The praise was soft. Approving.
He set his hand gently on her reddened ass, rubbing the sting away with slow, soothing circles.
“There we go,” he murmured, his voice gentling. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”