The mahogany doors to the presidential suite opened silently, revealing a world of luxury that even Nathan, who was accustomed to his new wealth, found breathtaking.
Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, antique furniture, and a panoramic view of the city stretching out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. However, that luxury paled in comparison to the sight that greeted him.
Monica Lim stood in the middle of the room, but this was no longer the stern and authoritative CEO Monica.
Her expensive designer dress had been replaced by a sheer black silk negligee, which hung on her slender body and showed off her every deadly curve.
Her hair, usually tied back neatly, now fell like black silk over her smooth shoulders. In her hands were two sparkling glasses of champagne.
"Right on time," she said, her voice low and smoky, a stark contrast to her angry shouts in the paddock. A small, seductive smile played on her lips. "Welcome to our private celebration, Nathan. My winner."
Nathan stepped inside, the door closing automatically behind him. He was still wearing his simple suit, a striking contrast to the luxury around him and the eroticism Monica exuded.
"Looks like the official celebration is over," Nathan said, accepting the glass of champagne she offered him.
"The official one was for the public," Monica whispered, moving closer, her hazel eyes burning with new intensity. "This one... is just for us."
She touched her glass to Nathan's. Ding. The soft sound echoed in the quiet room.
"To victory," said Nathan.
"To victory," Monica repeated, but her eyes said more than that. "And to fulfilling my promise."
They sipped their champagne. Nathan had just placed his glass on the small table when Monica closed the distance between them. Her free hand reached around the back of his neck, pulling him down, and without warning, her mouth covered his.
This was no ordinary kiss. It was a declaration. A claim. Her tongue slipped between his lips with the same confidence she used to run her company, but here, it was aimed at conquering him.
It tasted like sweet, bubbly, and very dangerous wine.
Nathan responded with equal intensity, his hands reaching for her slender waist, feeling the heat of her body through the thin silk.
Monica pulled away, her breath slightly ragged, her eyes dark with desire. "I promise I'll serve you," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "And I always keep my promises."
She slowly knelt on the luxurious Persian carpet. Her submissive position, contrasting with the power she had just gained, was extremely erotic. Her eyes never left his as her skilled fingers undid the buttons of Nathan's trousers.
Nathan sighed as his trousers slid down, freeing his already erect and ready shaft. Monica looked at him with admiration and hunger in her eyes.
"It seems... the winner is ready for his prize," she murmured, her warm breath hitting his sensitive skin, making him shiver.
Then she bent down, and Nathan's world exploded.
Her mouth was warm, wet, and expert. This wasn't just sucking. It was an art. Her nimble tongue explored every inch, from base to tip, with perfect pressure.
She used her lips to form a tight seal, creating a dizzying vacuum pressure while the tip of her tongue danced over Nathan's sensitive shaft.
"Monica... damn... eh..." Nathan moaned, his hands unconsciously grabbing her black hair, but not pushing—just holding, feeling every movement of her head.
Monica moaned with satisfaction, her vibrations felt directly on his shaft. She increased the rhythm, her free hand massaging and playing with his balls with just the right amount of pressure.
She was in no hurry, enjoying every reaction, every sigh, every tremor in his thighs.
She pulled away for a moment, only to blow on him with her cold breath, making Nathan hiss at the sharp contrast, before immediately diving back in, deeper this time, until the tip touched the back of her throat.
His gag reflex was slightly triggered, but he controlled it, even using the sensation to create deeper pressure.
Nathan turned his head to the side, his eyes closed, immersed in the sensation. His system might have given him stamina, but it didn't protect him from Monica's absolute skill. He felt heat gathering in his stomach, a pressure that was growing.
"Monica... I'm going to..." he warned, his voice hoarse.
But Monica didn't pull away. Instead, she deepened her suction, her eyes fixed on him, giving silent permission. It was the ultimate act of surrender, allowing herself to be used for his pleasure alone.
That was what triggered it. With a deep, hoarse groan, Nathan reached his peak, releasing himself into Monica's throat.
Monica swallowed without hesitation, continuing to suck gently until every last tremor subsided.
She finally pulled away, her lips shiny and swollen. She smiled, a smile of satisfaction and triumph. "Just the beginning," she whispered, her voice hoarse from use.
Nathan, still panting, pulled her up to stand and kissed her again, tasting himself in her mouth, an act of profound intimacy.
"Now," Monica hissed, leading him to the king-size bed covered in satin. "It's my turn to ride."
She pushed him down and nimbly straddled his body, grabbing his shaft, which, thanks to his stamina and system, was already starting to harden again. She guided it towards herself, and with a long moan, she lowered herself, enveloping it completely.
Nathan sighed. The warmth and tightness were incredible. Monica tilted her head back, her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of fullness.
Then she began to move.
This wasn't just up and down. It was a performance. Her hips moved in a twisting, grinding motion, rubbing every sensitive spot inside herself while also providing the perfect friction for Nathan.
Her hands reached for her own breasts through the silk, massaging and twisting her already hard nipples.
"Look at me," she growled, opening her eyes. "Look at your CEO satisfying you."
Nathan looks at her, mesmerised by her transformation. She is a vision of power and lust, a queen claiming her prize. He grabs her hips, helping her, following her rhythm.
Monica increases her speed, her movements becoming wilder, more desperate. Her moans grow louder, higher.
"Yes! Yes! Like that! Nathan! You feel... so... good!"
She pinched her own nipples, her eyes rolling back. Her body tensed, and she screamed, a long, choked scream as orgasm shook her. Her inner contractions massaged Nathan like a gripping hand, pushing him closer to the edge once more.
As her tremors subsided, she leaned forward, her breath ragged. "Now... it's your turn... take me... from behind," she whispered.
Nathan didn't need to be told twice. He pulled out and gently turned her body over. He knelt behind her, admiring the perfect curve of her back and her round buttocks. He held Monica's hips and with one smooth thrust, entered her again.
Monica moaned, pushing back towards him. "Yes... fuck me... fuck your CEO. Ahhhh!"
Nathan obeyed. He found a deep, powerful rhythm, each thrust a statement of dominance and ownership.
The sound of their skin colliding filled the luxurious suite. He caressed her back, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back, exposing her slender neck.
"You're mine tonight," he growled in her ear.
"Forever!" Monica cried, surrendering to the pleasure. "I'm yours!"
Those words, combined with her deepening grip, pushed Nathan over the edge.
With a deep, primal groan, he reached his peak for the second time, filling himself with hot fluid, marking his most intimate victory.
They collapsed together, their bodies sweaty and exhausted, their breaths ragged. Monica rolled over and hugged him, her head resting on his chest.
"No one... will ever serve me like that again," she whispered, her voice full of admiration.
Nathan held her close, staring at the luxurious ceiling. He had won more than just a race or a CEO.
He had won absolute recognition, both on the track and in bed. And he knew this wasn't the end. It was only the beginning of a much bigger game.