Stacey's POV
The club's music disappeared and I can no longer hear the people's voices around me. I can tell we're no longer at the club because the floor was different, and the place is not crowded.
She took me somewhere but I was too weak to ask her.
"Where are you taking me?" I questioned Cindy because she was dragging me somewhere.
"Nathan is waiting for you in the room I paid for, sissy. I arranged this gift because next month you're getting married, and this is the only thing I know that will help you become a better wife."
I chuckled, "He did? Aww, you're so sweet, sissy."
"Of course! So stop asking too many questions because it starts annoying me."
The elevator stops and she takes me out while assisting me. I was drunk and had too much alcohol, making me unable to stand properly. My head was spinning and even if I tried to keep my feet walking normally, I couldn't.
Cindy took me to the club and that was my first time being there. It's also my first time drinking alcohol, making me get wasted easily. I never went out to have fun, and I agreed to her invitation because she told me she wanted to make amends for the mistreatments she'd done to me.
"Is the room ready?" She asked.
I lifted my head and saw a man standing in front of us. The man looked at me, and he was unfamiliar. But he's young and handsome, maybe he's my fiancé's new secretary.
"Yes," he replied.
"Here. She's your problem now," Cindy handed me to the man.
"I will handle her. Here's the payment," he said.
Payment? What payment?
I was about to ask them when the man took me from Cindy, and my sister walked away without turning around. Words are not coming out of my mouth, and confusion fills my head. He laid me in the bed, causing me to curl up because of how warm it was. He removed my heels, and then he turned off the lights.
I was furrowed because he left me without saying anything, and when I was about to speak. The bathroom door opened, filling the room with the light coming from it, and a man came out. He was half-naked, the towel was around his waist, and I could tell he had gotten out of the shower because of the water dripping from his hair.
My eyesight was blurry, I couldn't see his face and his perfume lingered on my nose. His curve was unfamiliar, making me realize he's not my fiancé.
"Who are you?"
He didn't answer yet he approached me and threw himself on top of me. His perfume filled my nose, but what left me breathless was when he kissed me. I pushed him away, trying to see his face, but the room was too dark since he had already closed the bathroom door.
He started kissing my neck slowly, sending chills down my body. I gulped because my hands weren't working, it was stuck and not doing anything to stop this man. He grabbed my hands, pinned them on top of my head, unzipped my dress, and pulled it down with one hand. His warm lips tickled me until they reached my chest, he s*ck my n*pples, causing me to arch my back.
"Hmm…" A moan slipped out of my mouth.
'No, Stacey! You should stop it!' I shout at myself.
His lips were moving perfectly in my curves, making sure he wouldn't miss a spot. I am aroused by his body's warmth, lighting up the fire within me and making me lose my sanity. This is wrong! But I couldn't make him stop… I was driven by alcohol and his way of putting me under his spell.
"Ohh…" I growl softly as he points his sharpness at my flower.
I grunted in pain when he was able to enter me halfway through. He leaned toward my ear and said, "You're a virgin. I never thought I would meet a virgin call girl like you. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
His voice was so manly!
"Ahhhh~" I murmured when he finally got in and started moving.
He moved his waist in harmony, s*cking my n*pples like a hungry baby while still holding my hand above my head. He's a pro!
"Ohhhh, yes…"
"F*ck…" he mumbled.
His every thrust made a massive impact on my body. Our bodies were making a harmony that I couldn't help but love. This is wrong, it is. But how could I stop myself from loving this sensation?
My body and mind aren't cooperating, causing me to blame myself for drinking too much. His manhood thrusted deeper, hitting the right spot as he let go of my hand and throbbed deeper. My mouth turns into a circle and I am completely under his spell. I moan, whimpering, gasping as if I'm going to lose my breath.
"Ohhh… ahhh…" I whimpered.
I felt like my femininity was ripped because of his huge length that was taking over me. Our lips collided, and to my surprise, I responded to that kiss. He's a good kisser. I chased after his lips when he pulled away, causing him to chuckle but I ignored it. His voice was like beautiful music in my ears, and I wanted to hear it again.
"I'm near," he stated.
"Hmm… yes…" I replied with a moan.
"F*ck! You're so tight!" He commented.
"Oh, yes! Harder!" I screamed. Damnit! This is not me! I'm committing adultery!
He gripped my waist, "I'm coming! I'm coming—f*ck!" He growled after burying his manhood inside me, and filling me up with his juices.
We're close to each other and I can feel his heartbeat. Who are you? Why did the alcohol not seem to be shaking off?
I could hear his heavy breathing and I was even exhausted. He pulled himself before standing up like nothing happened and even though I couldn't keep my balance, I woke up with a blurry vision.
"Who are you?" I asked.
He simply turned his head and replied, "Don't worry, you'll not get pregnant. The payment is on the bedside table."
"P-payment?" I murmured.
"Rest. You need it," he said.
His words are like magic because after he said those things, I fell on the bed. My pupils are getting heavier and even if I wanted to ask him more questions, I couldn't. I close my eyes and after a few seconds, I fall asleep.