PLEASE, FUCK MY UNCLE (On His Command)

Ryan adjusted his watch in the passenger seat of his uncle’s sleek black SUV, the one with the custom leather that always smelled faintly of expensive cigars and power. At twenty-four, he had grown up under Victor’s shadow, the man who had paid for his private schooling, his first car, and the down payment on the downtown loft he now shared with Sophia. Victor never asked for repayment in words. He simply expected loyalty when the time came.

Tonight, the time had come.

They were parked outside the upscale bar where Sophia worked her closing shift. Victor tapped the steering wheel once, a patient rhythm.

“You sure about this, kid?” Victor asked, voice low and smooth like aged bourbon. “Some things cannot be undone.”

Ryan swallowed. His hands were steady, but his stomach twisted. “You’ve never asked me for anything I couldn’t give. Not really. You want her for a night. I’ll make it happen.”

Victor turned his head, gray eyes sharp under thick brows. At forty-eight, he looked carved from something harder than most men. Broad shoulders filled his tailored shirt, and the faint scar along his jaw only added to the dangerous appeal women seemed to lose their minds over.

“Not just one night,” Victor corrected. “I want her willing. I want her to come back when I call. No drama. No tears afterward. You deliver that, and we stay square. You keep everything I’ve built for you.”

Ryan nodded once. “She loves me. She’ll do it if it means keeping us intact. I know her.”

The bar door opened. Sophia stepped out, laughing at something her coworker said, her dark hair catching the streetlight. She wore her usual work outfit: fitted black top and jeans that hugged her curves. When she spotted Ryan waiting, her face lit up. Then she noticed the unfamiliar luxury SUV and the man behind the wheel. Her steps slowed.

Ryan got out and met her on the sidewalk, pulling her into a kiss that lingered a second longer than usual. “Hey, baby. Change of plans tonight.”

Sophia glanced past him toward Victor, who had stepped out and leaned casually against the vehicle. “Who’s your friend?”

“My uncle Victor. You’ve heard me talk about him.”

Recognition flickered across her face, followed by something else. Interest. She had asked Ryan more than once what his uncle was like, teasing him about the family money and the mysterious bachelor who traveled between cities. Now she was seeing the man in the flesh.

Victor extended a hand. “Sophia. Pleasure to finally meet the woman who finally pinned my nephew down.”

She shook it, and Ryan noticed how her fingers lingered just a fraction. “Nice to meet you too. Ryan says you basically raised him.”

“He flatters me,” Victor replied, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Though I do prefer results over excuses. Get in. Both of you. We need to talk somewhere more comfortable.”

The drive to Victor’s sprawling estate outside the city was quiet at first. Sophia sat in the back beside Ryan, her hand resting on his thigh. She kept stealing glances at Victor in the rearview mirror. Ryan could almost hear her thoughts spinning.

At the house, Victor poured three glasses of whiskey in the dimly lit study lined with books and original art. He handed one to Sophia first.

“Ryan tells me you two are serious,” Victor said, settling into a leather armchair. “That you see a real future.”

Sophia took a sip, nodding. “We do. He’s been good to me. We’ve built something real.”

Ryan watched her carefully. She sat with her legs crossed, posture straight but not rigid. There was a flush creeping up her neck that had nothing to do with the whiskey.

Victor leaned forward. “I respect that. Loyalty is rare. Which is why I’m going to be direct. I want you, Sophia. For tonight, and potentially more. In return, Ryan keeps every advantage I’ve given him. The connections. The opportunities. The lifestyle you both enjoy. Refuse, and things get simpler for me. Harder for him.”

Sophia’s glass paused halfway to her lips. She looked at Ryan, eyes wide but not panicked. “You’re okay with this?”

Ryan met her gaze steadily. “I told him I’d give him anything. I meant it. But it has to be your choice. I won’t force you.”

She searched his face for a long moment. Then she let out a slow breath. “You’d really risk losing everything we have if I say no?”

“I’d lose more than money,” Ryan said quietly. “But I’m not going to lie to you. This is what he wants.”

Sophia turned back to Victor. She took another sip, slower this time. “You’re not exactly hard to look at. And you know exactly what you want. That’s… refreshing.” A small, nervous smile touched her lips. “But I love Ryan. I don’t want to lose what we have. If doing this keeps us safe and together, then I’ll do it. On one condition.”

Victor raised an eyebrow. “Name it.”

“You don’t treat me like some disposable toy. I’m not here because I’m desperate. I’m here because I choose to protect my relationship.”

Victor’s smile was slow and appreciative. “I can work with that. Ryan, take her upstairs to the guest suite. There are clothes laid out. Dress her the way you think I’ll enjoy. Then bring her back down. I want to see how well you understand what I like.”

Ryan stood and took Sophia’s hand. In the upstairs suite, the lighting was soft and low. On the bed lay an outfit that left little to the imagination: a tight black dress that would barely cover her ass, sheer lace panties, thigh-high stockings with garters, and heels high enough to make her legs look endless. No bra.

Sophia ran her fingers over the fabric. “This is what you’re supposed to put me in for your uncle?”

Ryan stepped behind her and slowly unzipped her work top. “He likes control. He likes seeing a woman who knows she looks fuckable but still carries herself with class.” He kissed the side of her neck. “You can still back out.”

She turned in his arms, pressing against him. Her voice dropped. “I saw the way he looked at me. And honestly? Part of me is terrified. Another part is curious as hell.” She kissed him hard, then pulled back. “Dress me, Ryan. Let’s give him what he wants.”

Ryan peeled her clothes off piece by piece. He fastened the garters around her smooth thighs, slid the sheer panties up her legs, and finally worked the tight dress over her curves. It clung to her like a second skin, the neckline plunging low enough to show the swell of her breasts. When she slipped on the heels, she looked every inch the high-class whore.

He stepped back and took her in. “You look incredible. Dangerous.”

Sophia checked herself in the mirror, turning slightly. She met his eyes in the reflection. “Remember this, Ryan. I’m doing this for us. But I won’t pretend I’m not going to feel every second of it.”

Ryan took her hand again. “I know. Let’s go.”

They walked back downstairs together. Victor was waiting in the study, now with a fresh drink in hand. When he saw Sophia, his gaze traveled over her slowly, taking in every detail. He set the glass down and stood.

“Well done, nephew,” he said, voice thick with approval. “She looks exactly like the kind of woman who knows exactly what she’s walking into.”

Sophia lifted her chin, holding his stare. “And what exactly am I walking into tonight, Victor?”

He closed the distance between them and brushed a strand of hair from her face with surprising gentleness. “The kind of night where you stop thinking about anything except what I tell you to feel. Are you ready?”

Sophia glanced once at Ryan, then back at Victor. Her voice was steady, laced with a mix of nerves and unmistakable heat.

“Show me.”