Ils s’étaient retrouvés seuls. Juste un instant, entre deux phases de la mission. Le silence du Queen Zenobia, une salle vide, et Léon face à elle. Jessica le fixa sans un mot. Elle s’approcha, lentement, puis posa la main sur sa ceinture. « Enlève. » Il hésita une seconde, puis obéit. Elle ne souriait pas. Elle ne le touchait pas encore. Mais elle savait qu’il la regardait différemment, et c’était exactement ce qu’elle cherchait.
Elle leva la main et saisit son sexe sans douceur, comme une évidence. Elle resta debout, combinaison fermée, concentrée sur ce qu’elle faisait. Ses doigts glissaient avec précision, réguliers, presque chirurgicaux. Léon ne disait rien. Il était dur, elle le tenait. Elle ne voulait pas l’exciter — elle voulait le marquer. Lui imposer ce souvenir, cette faiblesse. Qu’il se rappelle qu’elle l’avait fait jouir, sans lui demander son avis, sans jamais se dénuder. C’était un test, ou peut-être un piège.
Il éjacula quelques instants plus tard. Un spasme discret, un souffle retenu. Jessica essuya sa main contre sa cuisse, sans un mot. Elle recula d’un pas, regarda son visage, puis tourna les talons. Léon ne le savait pas encore, mais il avait changé. Il l’avait laissée faire. Il lui appartenait un peu plus qu’avant.
They had found themselves alone. Just a moment, between two phases of the mission. The silence of the Queen Zenobia, an empty room, and Leon facing her. Jessica stared at him without a word. She stepped forward slowly, then placed her hand on his belt. “Take it off.” He hesitated for a second, then obeyed. She didn’t smile. She didn’t touch him yet. But she knew he was looking at her differently — and that was exactly the point.
She raised her hand and grabbed his cock without ceremony, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She stayed fully dressed, focused on what she was doing. Her fingers moved with precision, rhythm, almost surgical. Leon said nothing. He was hard, she had control. She didn’t want to excite him — she wanted to brand him. Leave a memory, a weakness. Let him remember she had made him come without asking, without showing anything. A test, or maybe a trap.
He came a few moments later. A discreet twitch, a held breath. Jessica wiped her hand on her thigh, silent. She took a step back, looked at his face, then turned away. Leon didn’t know it yet, but something had shifted. He had let her do it. He belonged to her — just a little more than before.