(LANCE)
We made it back to the penthouse through the hidden service tunnel beneath the tower. The moment the reinforced doors sealed behind us, I carried Eliona straight into the private dungeon room I’d built behind the master bedroom — soundproof, mirrored on every wall, stocked with restraints, whips, and every toy a possessive President could ever need.
I didn’t bother with lights. The red emergency glow was enough.
I stripped her leather cut off slowly, then bent her over the padded leather bench in the center of the room. Her wrists were cuffed to the front legs before she could catch her breath. I kicked her legs apart and slammed my c**k back into her c*m-soaked p***y in one savage thrust.
“Penthouse dungeon,” I growled, f*****g her hard and deep while the mirrors showed us fro
