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Alyhana lingered outside Room Seven for a moment, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open. The space was dim, illuminated by a single lamp that cast a warm glow over the plush velvet couches and mirrored walls. Kai stood near the window, his back to her, hands clasped behind him as he gazed out at the twinkling city lights.
She slipped inside, quietly closing the door behind her. The sound echoed in the stillness.
"You wanted to see me?" she asked, keeping her voice low and steady.
He turned slowly, his face unreadable. His gaze swept over her, lingering on the curve of her hips beneath the robe and the swell of her chest above the low-cut top.
"Violet," he said, his voice deep and rumbling.
She hated that name.
"Kai, right?" she replied, stepping further into the room. She maintained eye contact, determined not to let him intimidate her. "What do you need?"
A blow job? A hand job? Or maybe just getting on all fours?
He didn't respond right away, simply watching her with narrowed eyes.
"Pour me a drink," he said at last, gesturing towards the bar in the corner.
Alyhana nodded and walked over, picking up a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. She poured a generous amount into each glass, the amber liquid catching the light as she moved.
She handed him one, their fingers brushing against each other for a brief moment.
"To birthdays," she said, lifting her glass slightly.
He took a sip, his eyes locked on her. "To birthdays," he echoed.
An awkward silence stretched between them, heavy and thick. Alyhana took a slow sip of her whiskey, letting the warmth spread through her.
"So, pretty boy." She mirrored his tone with light playfulness. She closed the door behind her firmly, sealing them in their little gilded cage. "Did you enjoy the show?"
He smirked, his white teeth glinting in the low light. "Enjoyed? That's an… understatement." He stepped closer, closing the gap between them, his eyes unwavering.
She tilted her head slightly, a deliberate gesture. "And is that a good thing, Kai?"
He stopped just inches from her, the air thick with unspoken tension. "It's… confusing." His fingers brushed against the curve of her neck, sending a shiver through her. "I shouldn't want you. Not like this."
Alyhana's breath hitched, her heart racing under his touch. "But you do." It wasn't a question. "You want to fuck a whore."
His grip tightened possessively. "Yes," he admitted, the word escaping him raw and torn. "Goddamn it, yes."
Without waiting for her response, he kissed her fiercely, claiming her with a desperate need. It wasn't gentle; it was a fierce, hungry kiss that demanded everything. Her lips parted, an unspoken invitation, and his tongue delved inside, asserting dominance.
She met his passion with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. She tasted of sin and secrets, a dangerous mix he couldn't resist. He groaned, the sound primal and forceful.
Breaking the kiss, he gasped for air, his eyes burning with intensity. "I want you, Violet, now."
"Then take me, Kai." She whispered, weaving her words around him like a silken thread, binding him to her.
He didn't need any prompting. His hands moved urgently, ripping at her costume, the sequins scattering like broken stars. He wanted her naked, wanted her completely exposed, wanted to see every inch of her.
Alyhana didn't resist. She let him undress her, reveling in the heat of his gaze and the frantic touch of his hands. She was his canvas, and he was the artist painting her with his desire.
At last, she stood before him, naked, her skin glowing in the dim light. Her breasts were full and high, nipples tight with anticipation. Her stomach was flat, hips curving beautifully, legs long and slender.
He stared at her, breath caught in his throat. She was everything he shouldn't want, everything he shouldn't crave. But he did. More than anything he had ever desired in his life.
Reaching out, his trembling hand cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple. Alyhana gasped, her body arching towards him, overwhelmed by sensation.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough with longing.
"I know," she purred, eyes half-closed, swaying with anticipation.
He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders, her body trembling with need.
Moving to her other breast, he lavished the same attention, tongue flicking and teeth teasing. She was a symphony of sensation, a masterpiece of flesh and desire.
Pulling away, eyes locking with hers, he exclaimed, "I can't wait any longer."
He reached for his belt buckle, fingers fumbling. He needed her now, craved her, had to have her.
Alyhana watched him, a slow smile blooming. She understood what he wanted, what he needed. And she was ready to deliver.
He tossed his shirt onto the floor after unbuttoning it and went for his belt, gaze still locked on hers.
She held her breath as he undid the buckle, tension building in the air. He pulled the belt off and tossed it aside, then reached for his pants. Her anticipation grew as she saw the outline of his cock beneath the fabric, hard and thick.
With a smirk, he enjoyed the reaction he was provoking, slowly yanking his pants down, revealing his boxers.
She let out a soft moan, body aching for him as he freed himself, his cock springing forth, thick and engorged, pulsing with desire.
Alyhana gasped, eyes widening. He was even bigger than she'd imagined.
"Like what you see?" he asked, voice husky, and she nodded eagerly, playing into her role.
Her eyes were wide with excitement, breath hitching in her throat. He was everything she had ever wanted, everything she had ever craved.
With a practiced touch, she reached out and wrapped her hand around his shaft, fingers closing around him effortlessly. He groaned, body tensing, eyes closing in pleasure.
"God, Violet," he moaned, voice thick with desire. "You feel amazing."
She squeezed him, fingers gliding up and down his shaft, teasing him, driving him wild. She knew just how to push him to the edge.
With his eyes locked onto hers, he said, "I want you on your knees."
She dropped down, gaze unwavering. She was his to command, his to control.
Watching her, his breath ragged, he relished the way she obeyed, the submission that empowered him. It was a thrill he had never known before, a control that sent shivers down his spine.
Even knowing this was part of her act, the mysterious submissive willing to do anything for the right price.
He reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling her closer, forcing her to take him into her mouth. She opened up, letting her tongue taste him. He groaned, body arching as he savored the sensation.
She took him deep, cheeks hollowing, throat working. He was lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure.
He came, a guttural roar escaping him as his body shuddered. Alyhana swallowed him whole, savoring every drop, relishing the taste.
Pulling away, he gasped for air, body still shaking. Looking down at her, he felt a mix of lust and appreciation.
He had a hard, lean body, with a light dusting of hair across his chest and defined abs. She licked her lips, desire simmering.
Blushing, heart pounding, he leaned down and kissed her again, lips gentle at first, then growing more demanding. She opened her mouth, inviting him in.
He tasted like whiskey and desire, like everything she had ever wanted and feared.
His hands traveled down her body, caressing her breasts, squeezing her nipples. She moaned softly, body arching against him.
Breaking the kiss, his eyes dark with hunger, he whispered, "I want you."
"Yes, you do," she breathed, voice trembling.
They always do...
He reached for her robe, fingers fumbling with the knot. She helped him, letting the fabric fall to the ground.
Once more, he gazed at her, eyes filled with lust. He touched her breast again, circling her nipple as if he couldn't help himself. She gasped, body quaking.
He squeezed gently, then harder. She moaned, head falling back.
Leaning down, he kissed her nipple, tongue flicking across her skin. She cried out, body arching.
He sucked her nipple hard, teeth grazing her. She moaned loudly, gripping his shoulders.
Moving to her other breast, he repeated the torturous pleasure. She writhed, body begging for release.
Finally releasing her breasts, eyes dark and hungry, he reached down, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her costume.
She jolted, gasping. He found her clit and began to rub gently, teasing her.
Moans escaped her, hips bucking against his hand. She was so close, nearing the edge.
He increased the pressure, rubbing her clit harder and faster. She cried out, body convulsing.
Then it happened—a long, shuddering orgasm shook her to her core. Collapsing against him, she felt weak and trembling.
He held her close, arms wrapped tightly around her. Once more, he kissed her, lips soft and gentle.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently, eyes never leaving hers.
Climbing onto the bed beside her, his body hot against hers, he kissed her again, lips demanding.
She opened her mouth, inviting him in. He tasted of passion and power, everything she had ever wanted.
His hands caressed her body, squeezing her breasts. Soft moans escaped her, body arching in response.
He stared at her, eyes filled with desire. She was exquisite, perfect. Never had he wanted anyone so desperately.
Leaning down, he kissed her again, tongue tracing her lips. She moaned, body trembling.
Reaching down, he spread her legs, fingers probing her entrance gently. She gasped, body jolting.
Finding her clit, he rubbed it, teasing her sensitive skin. She moaned louder, hips bucking.
She was so wet, so ready. He could feel the heat radiating off her. Positioning himself between her legs, his cock throbbed against her entrance. Pausing, he searched her eyes.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, voice low.
She nodded, desire evident in her eyes. "Yes," she whispered. "You did pay for this after all."
He frowned at her words and pushed forward, his cock sliding into her warmth. She gasped, body arching.
He filled her completely, pushing deeper. She cried out, body convulsing.
He began to thrust, hips meeting hers. She moaned loudly, body syncing with his rhythm.
Thrusting harder and faster, each motion pounded against her cervix. She called out again, pleasure reaching its peak.
She came again, a long, shuddering orgasm that shook her. He held her close, arms wrapped tight.
Continuing to thrust, his body moved instinctively. He was so close, so close.
Feeling the pressure build, his release looming, he thrust one last time, body convulsing as he came. A powerful orgasm shook him to his core, leaving him weak and trembling.