To his bed I oblige

chapter 3:How dare he!

Lena

The car stopped inside a private garage. I stepped out, knowing my way into the only sanctuary where I found undiluted pleasure and new styles with Mr. Anonymous. Tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear, I entered the villa that stood tall and lonely atop the hills.

I moved to switch on the light, intending to pick up the usual blindfold, but my fingers brushed against something different. A mask.

“A mask? What’s his plan now?” I shrugged but put it on immediately. I left the lights off and opened the door to the room that held all our secrets—the dirty, nasty, utterly exquisite things two strangers did to satisfy the body.

As usual, he wasn’t in the room, but his domineering presence saturated the air, making it feel both icy and opulent. I was about to take my dress off when a strong hand pulled me into the adjoining bathroom. He turned me to face the wall, clamped my hands against the cold tile, and tilted my lower body slightly. I gasped as he entered me,not where I expected, but anally, thrusting hard. The pounding was relentless, and to my surprise, I loved it. I hadn’t imagined this was how the night would begin—a brutal, thrilling compensation for the evening’s earlier disappointment.

Sex under the cold spray of the shower, our bodies moving in sync like a rehearsed string quartet, generated enough heat to blast through the room. The rain outside couldn’t compete with my moans. And tonight, for the first time, he moaned too. The folds of my dress he’d gathered for penetration fell loose, and with a growl, he just tore it.

“I will replace it,” he breathed into my ear, his voice a low, melodic rumble.

My joy climaxed at the sound. It was the first time he had ever spoken to me. I nodded, the dress was a piece of disturbance after all. He rode me so well I had to force myself not to plead in ecstasy for him to go faster.

He carried me to the bedroom.

“Kneel,” he ordered.

I immediately obeyed, knowing he wanted a blowjob. I set to my duty, taking his swollen length into my hands, fondling and gently pinching, which made him throw his head back in pleasure. He picked me up harshly—just how we enjoyed it, rough and wild, threw me onto the bed. He played with my breasts, making them ache for his mouth. When he placed his lips on my right breast, I groaned. Out of all my countless clients, only he stood out. What I had with him had always been pleasure, not just a transaction to settle my debt. He fondled and nipped at my t**s. I couldn’t wait for the same attention on the left, so I started massaging it myself. He pulled my hand away, squeezing my breast as if to draw milk from it. He truly had me. I was shamelessly, utterly in need of him teasing my entire body, even with our blindfolds on.

"Could I ever be this wild if I saw his face?”The silly question played on my mind as he dipped his middle finger inside me.

The night was packed with immense pleasure. When it came to an end, a new, expensive dress was already waiting for me on a chair. I slipped into it, dropped the mask, and left for the car that would take me back to my bleak residence.

Stepping out of the car, my phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number—him

"You can't f**k any jumbo anymore. You are exclusively mine for a year."

I had to reread it. Then, a formal notice from the club’s management, bearing the manager’s signature, followed. It detailed the staggering sum transferred to the club's account for the exclusive annual contract.

“How dare he?” I howled angrily, even as my eyes widened at the string of zeros. The number was life-changing. It was freedom. It was my brother’s safety. It was a gilded cage, and he had just bought the key.