Chapter 3: Rising Action
Victor couldn't believe his luck when he first stepped inside the penthouse suite. He'd only been in the city for a couple of weeks, but one thing was clear- adventure awaited. The bronze chandeliers gleamed low and soft against the gold and marble etchings that dressed the walls in opulence. Swirling patterns of black and white marbled floors reflected the warm glow of luxury. The jaw-dropping cityscape sprawled below never failed to steal his breath away.
But as impressive as the view was, that wasn't what held Victor's attention.
He looked around at the six remarkable women who had gathered here, ready to explore their sensuality and engage their desires.
Mia glanced at him from beneath her thick, dark lashes expectantly, and Victor's pulse quickened. He took a step closer, burying one hand in her soft waves of black hair and tipping her chin upwards, while the other slid around her waist.
"Have you ever tried anything truly dirty, darling?" Victor cooed at her, thumbing her lower lip gently.
"Have you ever tried anything truly dirty, darling? Bondage, maybe? Or role-play?"
Mia's emerald eyes flashed with intrigue. "Always open to new experiences," she murmured, stroking his chest.
Victor grew bolder as he leaned in to kiss her, hot and deep. His fingers expertly bound her wrists using soft leather cuffs that he conveniently slipped from his pocket. And with that easy motion, he'd claimed her, guiding her over to the plush bed.
"On your knees, sweetheart." He ordered, a devilish glint in his bright blue eyes.
Mia obeyed instantly, throwing her dark curtain of hair over one shoulder. He could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her anticipation coiling tight. Victor ran a finger down her spine, reveling in the shiver of pleasure it drew from her. He leaned over her shoulder to whisper,
"You're going to do exactly as I say, understand?"
An impatient noise escaped Mia, the hungry desire in her expression urging him on.
"Yes, Victor, I understand." She promised, barely recognizable in her own eagerness.
He didn't need to hear any more. Mia was his for the taking. Victor took a step back, admiring the curve of her ass, the way her body shone in submission. She was a glowing ember, and he wanted to fan the flames of her need until they raged out of control.
He ran a fingernail over her bare skin, causing a tremor.