Chapter 2: The Blue Room's Judgment
The silver dress pooled at Elizaveta’s feet like molten mercury. She hadn’t moved to remove it; Kim’s hands had been the ones to find the hidden zipper, to slide the straps from her shoulders. The cool air of the study washed over her skin, raising goosebumps. She felt utterly exposed, yet under Mr. Hung’s gaze, it wasn’t shame that bloomed inside her, but a strange, hyper-awareness. He looked at her the way she looked at a flawless garment on a rack—evaluating construction, material, potential.
Kim circled her, a predator in emerald silk. Her fingers, cool and deliberate, traced down the dip of Elizaveta’s spine. “God, look at this line,” Kim murmured, more to Hung than to her. “It’s insane.”
From a drawer in the mahogany desk, Kim produced a slender, yellow tape measure. The mundane object in the opulent, shadowy room was a shock.
“What are you doing?” Elizaveta finally managed, her voice thinner than she intended.
“Documenting perfection,” Mr. Hung said from his chair. He had made no move to cover himself. His semi-erect state was a fact, a piece of the room’s furniture more intimidating than any sculpture.
Kim’s hands were businesslike. She wrapped the tape around Elizaveta’s hips, pulling it snug. “Thirty-two inches,” she announced, her voice holding a note of triumph. She gave the firm, rounded globe of Elizaveta’s ass an approving squeeze. “And look at this tight little bubble. I bet she’s never been stretched properly. Not by anything that matters.”
The words were a dart, landing deep. Elizaveta’s breath hitched. She’d had boyfriends, flings, the occasional photographer who crossed a line. But this… this was a different category of intention.
Mr. Hung stood. The motion was fluid, powerful. He approached, and the sheer scale of him blocked out the aquarium’s glow. His erection, now fully awake, was a daunting sight, thick and heavy, the veined length of it aiming just below her navel. The earlier shock crystallized into a flat, metallic fear in her mouth.
He stopped so close the heat from his body radiated against her naked skin. The head of his cock brushed her lower lip, a faint, shocking touch of silken skin and salt.
“Show me what you can do,” he murmured. His voice wasn’t a command; it was an invitation to a test she hadn’t studied for.
Kim was there instantly, kneeling beside her on the plush rug. She placed a guiding hand on the back of Elizaveta’s head, not forcing, but presenting. “Open up, beautiful,” Kim whispered, her own breath coming faster. “Just try. Let’s see if that pretty mouth is as perfect as the rest of you.”
Elizaveta’s mind screamed a dozen protests, but her body, trained for years to perform, to meet expectation, moved on a delay. She parted her lips.
Kim guided her forward.
The initial taste was clean, like skin, then musky. The reality of his girth was a physical impossibility. Her jaw stretched painfully wide as the broad head pushed past her lips. She couldn’t take more than an inch, maybe two. Her teeth scraped gently and she flinched, but Kim’s hand steadied her. “Shhh, relax your jaw. Use your tongue.”
She tried. The solid, living weight of him on her tongue was overwhelming. She made a choked, gagging sound deep in her throat.
“Good,” Mr. Hung breathed, his hand coming to rest on the crown of her head. His touch was not cruel, but it was absolute. “Just like that.”
The next several minutes were a blur of strain and sensory overload. The salty-bitter taste of pre-ejaculate seeped onto her tongue. The low, approving groans from above. Kim’s whispered, filthy encouragement in her ear, detailing exactly how he felt. Elizaveta’s world narrowed to the ache in her jaw, the stretch of her lips, the hypnotic glide of the stingrays in their silent tank across the room.
After about ten minutes her jaw was getting stiff and Hung pulled her off. He felt up her amazing tits with one hand, his large palm enveloping the soft, heavy weight of one 34D breast, his thumb rubbing rough circles over the tight nipple. He cupped her ass with the other, his fingers digging into the firm cheek, pulling her against him. She moaned, a weak sound of protest and unwanted stimulation mixed together.
As he carried her over to the low, wide bed draped in emerald velvet, she knew resisting was no use. His strength was utter, tectonic. He was going to take her amazing body. He was going to fuck her tight little bottom section. He was going to put his thick cock inside her tight cunt. She will find out if she really is as sexy as she looks.