Chapter 12: Chapter 12
Melissa rode the elevator up to Georgios' penthouse, unable to believe that over just two days her life had turned upside down. She looked at herself in reflective metal doors, her reflection showing a woman with dark circles under her eyes, her usually neat blonde hair disheveled, and her clothes rumpled. She looked a far cry from the composed and confident detective she used to be and even further from the nubile woman who had stripped down to her panties for Georgios the night before.
The elevator chimed, snapping her out of her thoughts. The doors slid open, revealing a grand panelled hallway leading to a single, imposing door. Georgios' penthouse.
Melissa knocked and heard footsteps approaching, then the door swung open. Georgios stood there, bare chested, wearing only a pair of low-slung jeans. Melissa stared. His upper body was a masterpiece of muscle and ink, with a series of intricate tattoos covering his arms, chest, and shoulders. His abs were six clearly defined packets of strength that invited her to touch them.
But she didn't. Instead, she looked away, flustered and embarrassed at her own appearance. Georgios chuckled and stepped aside, gesturing for Melissa to come in.
"Welcome, Detective," he said kindly. "Make yourself at home."
The penthouse was even more impressive on the inside. It was bright, minimalist and airy despite the dark of the evening pressing against the floor to ceiling windows and in contrast to Georgios design choices at The Velvet Lounge.
"Would you like a drink?" Georgios asked, pouring himself a glass of bourbon from a decanter on the sidebar.
"No, thank you," Melissa replied, her voice stiff as she walked further into the penthouse and observed the sleek, expensive furniture. "I guess being a strip club owner really does pay."
Georgios casually swallowed his drink. "It has its perks. Now, your room is down the hall on the left. I have had Ivan pick up some fresh clothes and essentials. You should find everything you need in there. If you require anything else, please don't hesitate to ask."
Melissa nodded, still taken aback by the opulence surrounding her. "Thank you, Georgios. I appreciate this."
Georgios just smiled, as he pulled a t-shirt over his head, hiding those delicious abs from Melissa's view. "I must attend to a small matter at the club. I won't be gone long. In the meantime, please make yourself comfortable."
Georgios left and Melissa headed down the hallway. She found the room easily enough, the door slightly ajar. Inside, she found a king-sized bed, a dresser, and a walk-in closet with a selection of clothes that were clearly meant for her. She ran her fingers over the soft fabrics, marveling at the quality. On the dresser, she found a choice of toiletries, including a brand-new toothbrush still in its packaging. She picked it up, smiling to herself. Georgios had clearly thought of everything.
Melissa decided to take a shower, eager to wash away the day's events. She stripped off her clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor, and stepped into the massive walk-in shower. The water was hot and invigorating, cascading down her body in a torrent and taking with it her humiliation. She would not be a victim of her husband's betrayal.
She closed her eyes and put her head under the downpour. The image of Georgios' naked torso crept in her mind. God, it was impressive. It must have taken so much hard work. She imagined her hands roaming over his muscles, tracing the lines of his tattoos. That would be nice. Her mind wandered further, picturing what his cock might look like and then how it would feel in her hand, her mouth, her pussy. She had discerened it was big last night, but how big? It had been so long since she'd fucked. She wanted to be fucked. Now? Here? By Georgios? Stop it Melissa.
Scolding herself for the intrusive thought, she turned off the shower and stepped out onto the plush mat. She dried herself roughly and thoroughly to try to purge herself of these ideas.
Melissa returned to the closet to find something to wear. She opened a drawer in search of underwear and found a collection of lacy thongs and bras in various colors but on the top was a pair of tiny black lace panties identical to the ones she had worn at the club the night before. She picked them up to inspect and the memory of grinding on Georgios's lap flooded her mind. She could feel her pussy dampening at the recollection now, her nipples hardening. She couldn't brush the feeling off this time. Had he put these on the top on purpose? Was this a message? A request? It had felt so good to strip infront of him. She hadn't gotten to finish.
Melissa heard the front door open and close, signaling Georgios' return. She quickly slipped on the black lace panties and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly to calm her nerves, before heading back down the hall to the main open plan living area.
Georgios was standing by the kitchen counter, replacing his keys in a small wooden bowl. He looked up as Melissa entered the room, wearing just the panties, and eyed her appreciatively from head to toe. "You have made yourself at home, Detective."
"I thought," she began, moving silently across the tiled floor towards a large, plush sofa, "that you wanted me to make myself comfortable."
Melissa knelt up on the couch, looking over the back of it towards George, her tits shamelessly on display. "And I wondered, if you would like to finish what we started last night?" She asked him breathlessly as her heart threatened to burst out of.
"You understand, Detective," Georgios said as he approached and then sat down on the couch beside her, making himself comfortable. "That the rules of my club do not apply here?"
Melissa's breath hitched in her throat as Georgios reached out, his hand wrapping around her slender ankle and pulling her towards him. She gasped, her hands gripping the back of the couch as she was forced to straddle him as she had the night before, only this time, she knew, he would be allowed to touch her.
Georgios' hands moved up the back of her legs, his thumbs brushing against her inner thighs, making her legs shiver.
"Answer me, Detective," he growled, his eyes locked onto hers. "Do you understand?"
"Yes," she breathed softly, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her skin. "No rules."
A wicked grin spread across his face, and he leaned in, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips and explored her mouth as his hands continued their journey upwards, cupping her ass and pulling her even closer.
Melissa moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against him eagerly as Georgios' strong hands squeezed the firm flesh of her ass.
Melissa's tongue slid over and under Georgios', teasing him, tasting him. She felt no guilt, no hesitation. She wanted this, wanted him. Melissa reached down and took the hem of Georgios' t-shirt and, pausing their kiss, pulled it up and over his head, exposing his muscled torso again. Her eyes bulged in delight at the sight of his phenomenal body. She pressed her body against his, thirsty for their skin to meet, and returned to their lustful kiss.
Georgios' confident hands explored her body, travelling up from her hips to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her sensitive nipples. Melissa moaned into his mouth again, louder this time.
Georgios broke the kiss and tossed her off of his lap onto all fours on the couch. Melissa gasped, surprised, but her surprise quickly turned into excitement as she felt Georgios' rough hands grab her hips, pulling her ass up in the air and then slapping it hard. She yelped, she had never been spanked before, it stung but that was new and exhilarating.
Georgios spanked her again, harder this time.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, pushing her ass back against him, inviting another slap.
Georgios obliged, spanking her again. Melissa could feel her pussy dripping, her juices coating her thighs. Had she ever felt like this before? She couldn't remember a time.
Georgios ran his hand over her hot, red ass. Melissa moaned her encouragment and he spanked her a fourth and fifth time, harder still than before. She cried out, her pussy clenching with pleasure. It seemed unbelievable to her that being treated like this could feel so good but each slap sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"You like that, Detective?" Georgios growled, his voice thick with lust. "You like it when I spank your tight little ass?"
"Yes," she panted. "I've never been spanked before. I like it."
Georgios now pulled her panties down to her knees, exposing her wet pussy to the cool air of the penthouse. He ran his fingers along her slit, making her gasp and buck against him. "You're so fucking wet, Detective," he growled, pushing two fingers inside her without warning.
Melissa cried out in joy, her pussy opening gladly for his fingers as he began to pump them in and out of her. She could feel her orgasm building rapidly as this man she barely knew fingered her.
"Come for me, Melissa," Georgios commanded, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles as he added a third finger to her well lubricated hole and drove it too in and out of her fast and rough. "Come you little slut!"
"Oh god, Georgios!" Melissa screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her and forced a jet of liquid to spray from her vulva and splatter over Georgios' couch.
She had never squirted before, and the sheer intensity of it shocked her. "Oh wow," she panted, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "I've never done that before."
"There is a first time for everything," Georgios said, his voice laced with amusement.
Melissa blushed, still trying to catch her breath. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly turned on. She wanted more, needed more.
As if reading her mind, Georgios grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back on the couch. He loomed over her. "Now, where were we?" his hands going to the waistband of his jeans.
He popped the button open, and Melissa watched, her heart pounding in her chest, as he slowly lowered the zipper. She could see the huge outline of his hard cock straining against his boxers, and she licked her lips in anticipation.
Georgios chuckled, pushing his jeans down his legs and stepping out of them. He stood before her, his cock tenting his boxers, and Melissa couldn't help but reach out, running her fingers along the length of him through the thin fabric.
"Fuck, you're really big aren't you?" Melissa whispered with wide eyes as she reached for the hem of his boxers and pulled thrm down.
Georgios' cock sprang free and Melissa's mouth fell open in shock. It was twice the sized of her husband's, thick and veined, with a bulbous head that glistened with pre-cum. She could see his heavy balls hanging beneath, full and verile.
"Jesus fucking Christ," she muttered in awe.
Georgios smirked, his ego clearly stroked by her reaction. "You can take it, Detective," he said, his voice laced with confidence. "I know you can."
Any final reservations she had vanished. She wanted this, needed this. She needed a release, she needed to feel wanted. Georgios made her feel that and his endowment now felt like a massive fuck you to her shithead husband.
"Show me how much you want it, Detective," Georgios taunted, his voice low and husky. "Show me how bad you want my cock."
She reached up from her prone position on the couch with both hands and wrapped them around his shaft. She marveled at the thickness, her fingers struggling to meet around the base. Melissa pulled it down towards her, guiding the head to her lips. She mouthed at the tip, sucking the salty pre-cum into her mouth. She hummed in approval, her eyes locked onto Georgios'.
"Fuck, you look good like that," he groaned, his hips jerking forward slightly, pushing the head of his cock past her lips.
Melissa's entire face seemed to widden as she felt the girth stretch her mouth. Despite the initial discomfort, she found having such a big cock filling her mouth awakening, it felt so superior to her husband's and she moaned at the thought of finally getting what she deserved. She relaxed her jaw and took more of Georgios' cock into her mouth, until she felt the head hitting the back of her throat.
Georgios reached down, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair and lifting her head off of the couch slightly, allowing him to force his cock deeper into her mouth. Melissa gagged slightly, tears seeping from her eyes, but she held steady, wanting to take all of him.
"Take it, Melissa. Take my fucking cock." Georgios demanded as he began to slowly fuck her mouth, cramming as much of his length down her throat as he could before retracting it at his own pace.
"Look at how much cock you're taking, Detective," he taunted, watching her struggle to adapt to his size.
Melissa closed her eyes as she tried to relax her throat and take him deeper. She could feel drool leaking from the corners of her mouth, forced out by the constant plungeing in and out of Georgios' cock, but she didn't care. All that mattered was pleasing Georgios, feeling his cock throb with pleasure because of her.
"Open your eyes, Melissa," Georgios ordered.
Melissa did as she was told, her eyes fluttering open to meet Georgios' intense gaze. She could see the raw hunger in his eyes, the primal need that matched her own.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Georgios asked, his voice a low growl as he pulled his cock out of Melissa's mouth, leaving her gasping for air.
Melissa nodded, but that was not enough for Georgios. "Say it, Melissa. Tell me you want me to fuck you."
She wiped the saliva from her chin with the back of her hand. "Yes, yes, please fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Please." She begged.
Georgios picked her up from the couch by her waist, making her squeal in surprise, and carried her over his shoulder to the bedroom with her legs kicking the air as she laughed.
Melissa bounced slightly as he tossed her onto an enormouse king-sized bed that made her feel even smaller than she already did and her hair fanned out around her head. She expected him to climb on top of her right away, but instead, he walked around the side of the bed and laid down on his back, his cock standing straight up, ready for her.
"Come here, Detective," he commanded.
Melissa got up on to her knees and crawled across the bed towards him. Georgios positioned himself, lying on his back with his legs slightly spread. Melissa straddled his waist, her knees on either side of his hips. His cock was right below her now, its tip brushing against her wet slit.
Time seemed to slow and Melissa gasped as she eased herself onto his cock and it slowly disappearing inside her, inch by agonizing inch, her pussy stretching willfully to accomodate the undamilliar girth. They both moaned at the sensation, their eyes locked onto one another as she took him deeper.
She hadn't planned on this when she moved to the city, hadn't intended to find herself in this luxurious room, slowly impaling herself on another man's dick. But here she was, her husband's ring glinting on her finger under the dim light, as she relished every inch of the giant shaft squeezing into her. This was not her fault.
"Oh, fuck," she trembled, her head tilting back while her fingernails dug into his shoulders. "You're so big." She wasn't even halfway down his cock, but it already felt like he was filling her completely.
He chuckled and held her hips. "And you're so tight, baby. Your cunt is like a vice around my cock. Your husband must be very small."
Melissa bit her lip, trying to suppress a whimper. She wasn't used to such crude language, but there was something about it that now turned her on. She started to move, slowly at first, her pussy gripping him as she lifted herself up and then pushed back down.
Melissa felt like she was going to split in two, but she didn't care and moaned liberally as her vagina gradually loosened up around his colossal dick allowing her to move more quickly.
The bed creaked under them as she rode him faster and harder. She loved how his cock felt inside her, stretching her pussy walls to their limits and hitting that sweet spot deep inside that made her see stars.
Melissa's moans turned to cries of pleasure as she reached a steady rhythm and a fresh orgasm grew. How had she ever gone so long without feeling this? She felt like an animal in heat, lost in pure sensation.
Georgios watched Melissa's tits bounce as she zealously fucked him.