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I gesture for Tilly to follow me to my pride and joy—my sprawling computer setup with multiple high-definition monitors. It’s the nerve center of all my hacking activities, though I don’t mention that part to her.

Settling into my plush gaming chair, I pull up a complex-looking coding interface on the central screen. Lines of code scroll by in a terminal window while a 3D wireframe model rotates on the display above it.

“This is one of the IDEs I use pretty often,” I explain, glancing over at Tilly. “You familiar with this environment at all?”

Her eyes widen as she takes in the high-tech setup. “Yeah. We used this same program in my advanced programming course last semester. I was starting to get the hang of the 3D rendering integration.”

“No shit? Well, color me impressed.” I flash her a grin. Most people look at this stuff like it’s ancient Greek. “Want to show me what you were working on?”

Tilly nods, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. I slide my chair back, giving her room to approach the keyboard. Her fingers fly over the keys, pulling up the project files and dependencieswith quick commands.

In moments, she has a basic 3D model of a castle rendering in real time as she changes the underlying code. I watch, fascinated, as she adds shading and texture and manipulates the virtual light sources. She has a real talent for this.

“Damn, Tilly,” I say after watching her work for a few minutes. “You’ve got some skills. I mean, this is quality stuff.”

A small, proud smile tugs at her lips. “Thanks. I love working with the visual and design aspects, making something from nothing, you know?”

“Absolutely. You’re a natural at this.” I meet her eyes, letting my admiration show. And I mean it. With time and training, she could be a formidable hacker herself.

The thought sends a secret thrill through me. Tilly and I would be an unstoppable force. Maybe, in time, she’ll be ready to see this other side of me. But for now, baby steps.

There’s a spark in Tilly’s eyes that I haven’t seen since I kidnapped her as she delves into the code. She’s in her element, and damn, is it sexy to watch. I show her some tricks to speed up the rendering process, and her eyes light up even more. She’s a fast learner, quickly picking up some of my advanced techniques.

“How did you even do that?” She leans closer to me as I navigate through a particularly tricky section of code.

“Trade secret.” I grin at her, feeling her body close to mine, our arms brushing. “You’ll have to stick with these lessons to learn the good stuff.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she murmurs.

Our fingers brush on the keyboard as we reach for the same key, and an electric jolt passes between us. My dick goes rock hard at the contact, and I shift in my seat.

“Sorry,” she says, her cheeks flushing.

“Don’t be.” I turn to face her, our faces just inches apart. I can feel her breath on my lips. “I was just going to say, you’re pretty good at this.”

“Me?” She laughs. “You’re the one with the insane skills. This is like child’s play to you.”

“I told you I could teach you anything.” I let my voice drop lower, and our gazes locked.

I’ve been holding back, trying to give her space, but it’s driving me fucking crazy. I’m about to lose it, and she knows it. Her eyes keep flicking down to the bulge in my pants, and I see the desire burning in them.

“Have you been thinking about this cock, baby?” I growl, my voice gruff with need. I adjust myself in my pants, unable to hide my arousal any longer.

Her eyes are glued to my crotch. “Maybe,” she whispers.

I let out a hoarse laugh, savoring the moment. “Don’t play coy with me. I’ve seen the way you keep looking at it. Bet you’ve been thinking about everything I could do to you.”

She bites her lip, but a spark of defiance enters her eyes. “What things?”

I lean in close, my voice low and gravelly. “Filthy things. Bet you want me to spank that pretty little ass of yours until it’s nice and red.”

Her breath hitches, and I see her nipples pebble under her shirt. “Maybe I do,” she challenges.

“Oh, you do, do you?” I squeeze my cock, letting out a groan at the pressure. “Do you want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you from behind until you scream?”

“Yes,” she moans, her cheeks flaming red. But her eyes are locked on mine, daring me to continue.

“How about I fill that tight pussy up and pound into you until you no longer know you’re own name?” I growl. “Do you want me to breed your tight little cunt, so everyone knows you belong to me?”

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