Chapter 1: Climax
I stood at the door of the presidential suite, my willing hands numb at the exquisite sensation of soft leather cuffs. A dizzying scent of incense swirled in the room, and the lights were kept at a minimum—giving the scene a dim, intimate glow. Marble tiles showed our every movement, only emphasizing the sound of our shallow breaths, and the deep tone of Lissy's voice.
"Don't look at me." A chill ran down my spine, and I did as told, my gaze falling straight to the floor.
My short brown hair hung loose, obscuring my vision just enough to heighten my senses. I felt bare, vulnerable, and thrilling just thinking of what I got myself into. A low moan escaped from Jan as he trailed a suggestive path on my body, from my throat downwards. As the scent of his cologne became more dominant—an intoxicating blend of sandalwood and orange—I shivered, instinctively craving more of his touch.
"Melissa," Lissy said, relishing my name on her lips.
Lissy, her face inches from mine, seemed to be basking in the scene she had orchestrated. Her eyes danced with amusement and excitement, and I felt a shiver of both terror and arousal plead through me.
Jan's other hand came to my breast, kneading my sensitive flesh before tugging on my nipple. I arched my back, letting out a sharp cry as his teeth grazed my neck. I was his plaything to do with as he pleased, and I didn't know whether to be scared or exhilarated.