The next day, you returned home happy and content. Nanami had put you up for the night, but he had to take care of the business the next day, so you decided to spend the day at your place. Within hours, your bank account had skyrocketed: $25,000! The thought of Nanami's cock between your legs, however, made you wetter and wetter, as sweat clung to your tank top as you stared at the screen, your fingers still trembling from the orgasm that had shaken your body to the core. The air conditioning in your apartment was broken, so you felt sticky; even the futon beneath you was glued to your ass. You noticed Satoru online, but after a few seconds, your phone vibrated again:
Satoru: Send me audio. Now. I want to hear you say exactly what you were imagining while touching yourself. Every detail. Every moan. Every time you thought of my cock inside you.
You swallowed, feeling your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You weren't used to speaking so explicitly. Not out loud. But something in Satoru's tone made you want to obey. To submit.
You raised the phone to your lips, the microphone close to your half-open mouth, still panting. You pressed record.
"S-Satoru..." your voice was hoarse, broken. "I was... I was imagining your hands on me. Big and strong. Holding me down, spreading my legs..." A pause, you took a deep breath. "And your cock... God, your cock. I felt it. I felt it inside me. Thick, hot, stretching me, breaking me..."
You moaned, your fingers sliding between your thighs again, grazing your still-sensitive pussy.
"I was touching myself, and those fingers were yours. Every time I slipped another finger in, I thought of you. Of how much you'd hurt me with those 13 inches. How much I'd love that..."
You stopped, your breath coming out short. Then, in a whisper that was almost a plea:
"I want you to fill me up. I want you to open me up, Satoru. I want you to use me until I can't walk. Please..."
You hit send before shame could stop you. The message was delivered. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, the blue checkmark appeared.
Satoru: "Good, very good." Then an audio message.
You pressed play.
Satoru's voice was low, raspy, as if he were speaking with his lips very close to the microphone. Every word was a whiplash on your already hypersensitive skin.
"Listen carefully, Y/n. Tomorrow, when you wake up, you'll be mine. You won't need that shitty job anymore. You won't need to count pennies anymore. Because I will give you everything. I will give you myself."
Then, another message.
"But in exchange, you will give me yourself. Every inch. Every moan. Every hole I intend to fill. And they will all be mine. Your pussy, your ass, your mouth. And when I'm done with you, you'll be so full of my cum that you'll walk with my drops dripping down your thighs."
You gasped, your fingers tightening around the phone. You felt your pussy contracting, hungry.
"Tomorrow morning," he continued, "I'll send you an address. You'll come to me. No panties, no bra. Just stockings and coat.. And when you arrive, I'll already be hard. I'll be ready to take you. And you..." His voice dropped to a whisper. "You'll get on your knees and beg me to make you mine."
The audio file ended.
You stood there, paralyzed, the phone slipping from your fingers and falling onto the futon with a thud. Your breathing was a rattle, your heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of your chest.
Then another message.
Satoru: Now sleep. Rest. You'll need all your energy tomorrow.
You closed your eyes, but you knew you wouldn't sleep. Not with the image of that monstrous cock dancing in your mind. Not with his voice ringing in your ears, promising pain and pleasure in equal measure.
You stood up, unsteadily, and headed for the bathroom. The dim light from the hallway cast strange shadows on the walls. You paused in front of the mirror above the sink, staring at your reflection: your eyes shining, your cheeks flushed, your nipples still hard, pressing against your sweaty tank top.
You took everything off, letting it all fall to the floor. Then, slowly, you ran your hands over your body, imagining they were Satoru's. His large hands, his calloused fingers, his possessive touch.
You leaned forward, resting your hands on the sink, arching your back. The mirror reflected back to you the image of your slim ass, your thighs still trembling from your orgasm, your swollen, wet pussy between your legs.
"Tomorrow, I'll be all his," you whispered to yourself.
***
The Presidential Suite at the Grand Eclat Hotel was a temple of decadence, where every detail screamed opulence without needing to shout. The walls, covered in ivory-colored silk, reflected the golden light of the crystal chandeliers, casting slender shadows on the veined black marble floor. The air smelled of vanilla and wood, an expensive aroma that mingled with the faint hint of aged whiskey left by a half-full glass on the coffee table. In the center of the room, a king-size bed dominated the space, its black silk sheets so shiny they looked wet, its goose-down pillows arranged with military care. Satoru lay on it, his naked torso rising and falling with slow breathing, his arms crossed behind his head. The bluish veins on his arms bulged slightly, like taut threads beneath his pale skin, and his lean but powerful muscles flexed every time he moved a few inches. He was wearing only a pair of black boxers, so tight they left little to the imagination; the bulge between his legs was evident. Very evident.
Outside, the noise of the nighttime city filtered through the soundproof windows, but inside, a silence filled with anticipation reigned. Satoru glanced at the Breguet clock on the bedside table: 9:47 PM. You were late. Not that he minded; the wait was part of the game, that moment when the prey approached the trap without yet realizing it had already been caught. He ran a hand through his very white hair, slightly damp from his recent shower, and smiled to himself. He'd chosen that room for a reason: the full-length mirror hanging on the wall opposite the bed, reflecting every corner of the room. He wanted to see everything.
The click of the electronic lock made him turn. The door slowly opened, revealing first a black stiletto heel, then a slender leg encased in a fine fishnet stocking, and finally the rest of you. You hesitated in the doorway, your fingers clutching your leather purse as if it were a life preserver. The dress you were wearing was a masterpiece of sexual engineering: a little black dress in stretch jersey, so tight it looked painted on your skin, with a side slit that reached almost to your hips. Nanami, your first Sugar Daddy, had bought it for you along with several lingerie sets, revamping your wardrobe.
You'd never worn anything so expensive, so intentional. The fabric caressed your skin like a second epidermis, and every movement reminded you that there was nothing underneath. You bit your lower lip, nibbling on the dark red lipstick Nanami had given you, and took a step inside. The door closed behind you, and you... couldn't believe your eyes: the man's beauty was stratospheric.
Satoru didn't move. He remained lying there, his eyes half-closed, but his gaze scanned you from head to toe with calculated slowness.
"Come in," he said, his voice low and smooth, as if he were ordering a drink at the bar. "Don't just stand there. Come here."
The command shot through your spine like an electric shock. You stepped forward, your heels digging lightly into the Persian carpet, your knees threatening to buckle. It wasn't the first time you'd found yourself in a situation like this, especially since you'd met Nanami before, but none of them had made you twist your insides like Satoru. There was something about him, an animalistic confidence that sent shivers down your spine. His eyes, so deep and blue, seemed to be studying you. When you approached within a meter of the bed, you stopped, your hands trembling slightly at your sides.
"Turn around," he ordered.
You obeyed, slowly pirouetting. Your dress rose slightly with the movement, revealing another inch of thigh above your garter belt. Satoru made a guttural sound, almost a growl.
"Good girl. Now come here."
You leaned closer, your knees finally giving way as your thighs brushed the edge of the bed. Satoru propped himself up on one elbow, his body tensing like a predator ready to pounce. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, yanking you down with a snap. You fell forward, your hands planting themselves on the sheets to avoid hitting his chest. His scent filled your nostrils, making you dizzy.
"You're even more beautiful than you look in the photos," Satoru murmured, his fingers trailing up your forearm, tracing the fine veins beneath your pale skin. "But those stockings..." His voice grew hoarse. "I love them. Are they silk?"
You nodded, your breath coming out in gasps. "Y-yes. They were a gift to me."
"Good. Then it would be a shame to ruin them."
In one fluid motion, Satoru pushed you back until you were sitting on the bed, then knelt before you. His hands slid under the hem of your dress, finding the garter.
"Stand up for a moment."
You obeyed, your legs shaking. He slipped your shoes off one by one, his thumbs massaging your ankles before sliding the heels off. Then, with sadistic slowness, he began to roll down your stockings. The silk slid away from your skin like a sigh, revealing inch by inch your slender legs, muscles tense with tension. When he reached your thighs, Satoru stopped, his fingers lingering on the bare skin above your garter belt.
"Hey, you're shaking," he said, noticing you were holding your breath. "I don't want you to pass out."
You took a deep breath, but the air didn't seem to reach deep enough into your lungs. He continued to remove your stockings, until only the black garters around your thighs remained.
"Perfect," he whispered, licking his lips. "Now lie down."
You stretched out on the silk sheets, your body sinking into the soft mattress. Your dress rose further, exposing your lower abdomen. Satoru stood up, his gaze fixed on you as he slowly removed his boxers. His cock sprang out, already hard and enormous, its tip glistening. It was thick, much bigger than the photo he'd sent you, and the veins running through it were visibly throbbing.
"See what you're doing to me?" he asked, grabbing the base of his penis, giving it a squeeze that brought a moan to your lips. "Just looking at you makes me want to tear you open."
You closed your eyes for a second, your heart pounding in your ears. When you opened them again, he was on top of you, his arms framing you, his body towering over you but not touching you.
"Don't be afraid," he said, "I'll make you cum so hard you'll forget your name."
Then his mouth was on you.
The kiss wasn't gentle. It was a kind of bite, a conquest. Satoru's lips pressed against yours with a hunger that made you jump, his tongue slipping inside without asking permission. You moaned against his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. He bit your lower lip, tugging lightly before letting go.
"Open your eyes," he ordered. "I want you to watch me drive you crazy."
You obeyed, your eyelids lifting heavily. Satoru's gaze was black, sideways, his pupils so large they almost swallowed the entire iris.
"Good girl..." He murmured, then moved down his body, his lips tracing a hot trail along your neck, collarbone, and sternum. When he reached your breasts, he didn't stop to play with your bra. With a sharp movement, he tore the fabric of your dress just above your left breast, revealing an already hard, pink nipple protruding from the red lace.
"Holy shit," he growled, then captured it between his lips, sucking so hard that your back arched, a strangled cry escaping your throat.
"S-Satoru..."
"Shhh." He moved on to your right breast, treating your nipple with the same delicious brutality. His hands, meanwhile, had moved down your body, grabbing your thighs and spreading them.
"God, you're so wet," he murmured against your skin, his voice vibrating. "I can feel it through your dress."
You blushed furiously, but you didn't have time to respond.
"Fuck, look at this pussy," he gasped, running a thumb along your lips, collecting the dripping moisture. "It's so swollen...so ready!"
Then his mouth was there.
There was no sweet foreplay, no gentle caresses. Satoru buried his face between your legs like a hungry man at a feast, his tongue slipping between your wet folds in a long, slow motion. You cried out, your fingers gripping the sheets, your hips bucking uncontrollably.
"Oh my God!"
"Yes, like that," he groaned against your flesh, his lips closing around your clit, sucking with a pressure that made you see stars.
"Tell me. Tell me how much you like it."
"It's...too much!"
"There's no such thing as 'too much.'"
His tongue moved faster, tracing tight circles around your sensitive organ, then pressing down with the tip.
"Cum for me, now, y/n."
His words were the final straw. A wave of pleasure exploded in your lower abdomen, so intense that for a moment you couldn't breathe. Your thighs trembled, your muscles contracted violently, and then you came, an orgasm that shook you from your toes to the tips of your hair. Satoru didn't stop. He kept licking, sucking, drinking every drop of you, his fingers sliding into your tight pussy, pumping in sync with his tongue.
"S-Satoru, please...!"
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking up for a second, his lips slick with your juices. "Don't you like it?"
"That's...too intense!"
He laughed, a dark, satisfied sound.
"This is nothing, baby. Wait until you see what I do to you when I fuck you."
With a swift movement, he positioned himself on top of you, his cock pressing against the entrance of your pussy.
You didn't have time to say anything. He sank inside you with a single, powerful thrust.
Pain and pleasure fused into one burning sensation. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as your body adjusted to the invasion. He was huge, bigger than you expected, and the tightness of your pussy made him seem even bigger.
"Fuck, it's almost in!" Satoru gasped, his teeth clenched. "You're choking my cock."
"It...it's too much...really!"
"No, it's not." He withdrew almost all the way, then sank again, even deeper.
"Take it. Take it all, damn it."
You sobbed, tears burning the corners of your eyes, but it wasn't pain. It was too intense, too full, too everything. Satoru began to move, his thrusts long and deep, his hips slamming against yours in a relentless rhythm. Every time he entered you, his cock rubbed against that spot that drove you so crazy, and you felt a second orgasm building inside you, bigger and more destructive than the first.
"Satoru...I'm going to...!"
"I know," he growled, his fingers digging into your hips, leaving red marks on your skin. "Cum for me, cum on my cock."
And this second orgasm hit you like a runaway train. You screamed, your back arching off the mattress, the muscles of your pussy contracting around his cock in convulsive waves. Satoru didn't stop. He continued to pump into you, his thrusts becoming wilder and wilder, deeper and deeper, until you felt his own orgasm building.
"Fuck, y/n!" His voice was an animalistic growl. "Take it. Take it all."
Then he came, his cum exploding inside you in hot, thick jets, filling you to the brim. You felt every thrust, every pulse of his cock, and when he finally collapsed on top of you, panting, you were already lost, your body shaking, your mind clouded.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was your labored breathing. Then Satoru propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze piercing you.
"Quit your job," he said, his voice low and intense. "Come with me. I'll give you the world."
You looked at him, your eyes still clouded with pleasure, your lips swollen from kisses and bites. You didn't respond. You couldn't. The future, the debts, the rent, everything, seemed so far away in that moment, irrelevant next to the warmth of his body still inside you, the weight of his promises.
Satoru smiled, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Don't answer now," he murmured, moving down to kiss your neck. "But you will. You know you will."
Then he began to move again, his cock hardening inside you again, ready for another round. And you, with your body already on fire again, knew you wouldn't have the strength to say no.