Aria
I couldn't believe he brought me to the hotel. Yes… he was going to do what I had asked. Even though I was drunk, I remembered every move he made.
Once we were in the room, neither of us said a word. My heart raced what was I doing? And yet… when his lips touched mine, all my doubts melted into fire. He pressed himself to me, hungry and desperate, as if he were devouring me. I kissed back like my life depended on it. God… I was enjoying every second, and I had to admit, he was the best kisser I had ever met.
Hungry and relentless, I started to unbutton my shirt, wet and trembling with need. But he smirked and grabbed the hair bands I had tied my hair with, and bound my hands. My heart skipped wildly; I feared it might burst. Then he threw me onto the bed.
Slowly, he began undressing me while kissing me with fierce hunger. My whole body burned under his touch. When I was completely exposed, he explored every inch of me with his lips and tongue. Soft groans escaped me as he reached my nipples, teasing and sucking, while his hand slipped to my most sensitive places. I couldn't stop moaning, lost in the intensity of him.
He paused briefly, tracing a line down my arm with his lips, letting the tension build before returning to my mouth. Every touch ignited me further. When he returned to my lips, the kiss stole my breath. His mouth roamed my neck and ears, and my body shivered helplessly. All I wanted was him inside me, and the need was unbearable. My whispered plea cracked under desire:
"Fuck me…"
Instead, he pressed his hand over my mouth, continuing to undress me. Then, he forced himself into me, and I lost all sense of control. The pleasure was overwhelming, every touch igniting me more. I groaned and screamed, surrendering completely to him. He was… unbelievable. No one had ever been this good.
When I woke the next morning, my first thought was: Was that a dream?
But the hotel room told me it wasn't. He was gone. On the table lay a note with his number. His words made me freeze:
"You're so bad in bed! You'll need to compensate me."
I couldn't stop staring at it. Bad in bed? Then why leave me your number? Compensate you? Did he think I'm a prostitute?
And yet… I knew I wouldn't forget him. Not ever. His skill, his hunger… it had left a mark I couldn't erase. For a moment, I forgot about Damon's world his cruelty, his coldness, his ruthless treatment in bed. Those memories of my husband's demands and abuse faded, replaced by the heat of the mysterious man's touch.
The phone rang, snapping me back. Damon! Panic surged through me. I scrambled to get a taxi, shaking. If Damon didn't kill me, he would at least throw me out maybe both.
When I reached home, what I saw made my heart stop. Damon wasn't angry at all… he was kissing another woman on the couch.
"Where did you go last night?" he asked.
"Ah… I slept at my best friend's house," I said nervously.
"I believe you. It's not like you could spend a night with a man anyway… a pig like you!" he said, laughing with his girlfriend.
I forced a weak nod. "Okay… I'll go to my room."
"Well! Let me introduce you to my new goddess woman," he said, grinning at his girlfriend. "I'd be rude not to show you such beauty, right?"
I faked a smile and sat back.
"This is my wife," Damon said, kissing the woman. "Weird, right?"
"You mean little pig slave," she replied, rolling her eyes.
"You're smart, Mia! She's my slave!" Damon laughed.
He turned to me "Go to my closet and prepare my favorite suit. I have an important party."
"Yes, sir," I said.
I left silently, my heart burning. This wasn't the first time Damon had humiliated me like this, but it never got easier. Every glance, every word, felt like salt on an open wound.
And yet… the memory of last night with the mysterious man made me smile. For the first time in years, I had done something bold something that would shock anyone who knew me.
Nancy has to hear about this, I whispered to myself, searching for Damon's so-called favorite suit.