I lied my apologies I have a lot of shit going on rn and Greta has been on the back burner a bit but I love you all and thank you for your support I will crank out Pt 3 as soon as I can 🫶🏼
The elevator dings as you reach the bottom floor and the doors slide open to reveal a hallway lined with sconces and a metal door at the end of it.
“You ready?” He asks you.
“I guess ready as I’ll ever be.”
He walks you towards the door and stops to press his thumb against a fingerprint scanner.
“What is this? Some secret evil lair?” You joke.
“It is secret, that part is true. But it’s not entirely evil.”
He then opens the door and your jaw drops. It is a dungeon. A sex dungeon. There’s a spanking table, a St. Andrew’s cross, a sex swing, chains, whips, paddles, and a similar bed to the one upstairs only this one seems to be sitting on top of a cage of some sort.
You turn to face him. He must have removed his mask while you were distracted. The man standing before you is absolute perfection. Which makes you more nervous than you already were (if that was even possible).
“So tell me, love. Have you ever experimented in the bedroom? Maybe your husband smacking that perfect ass of yours? Handcuff you to the bed while he eats away at your soul from the outside in?” He draws closer to you and his eyes begin to darken.
You find yourself nearly speechless, looking up at him with doe eyes.
“N-no, I can’t say that he has done any of that.” You meekly respond.
He lifts up your mask and traces his pointer finger along your jawline. “Fuck, you are truly gorgeous. Did you know that? Does he tell you that?”
You simply shake your head.
“What a shame. You know, I could show you what it’s like to be worshipped. I could introduce you to a whole new world of pleasure. In ways that he couldn’t in a million years. All you have to do is say the word.”
“He pleases me just fine, thank you!”
He gives you a look that you can only describe as pity. “No he doesn’t. Because if he did, you would be with him right now. Not down here with me.” He pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb as the last sentence leaves his lips.
He smirks and spins you to face the wall, placing his hands on your hips and leaning over your shoulder to whisper directly in your ear, “Let me in little lamb.” He slides his right hand to the front of your dress and begins lowering it closer and closer to your center. You let out a soft moan which he takes as the go ahead to continue his path. When he reaches your heat, you inhale sharply. He unzips the back of your dress and it falls to the floor, pooling at your feet.
He slides his hand under the band of your panties and breathes in your ear once again, “You’re already soaking wet.” His voice changes into almost a mocking tone. “Is the little lamb needy? Does she need someone to take care of this sweet pussy?”
“Yes. Yes please.” You breathe out shakily. With that he starts moving his middle finger in gentle circles around your clit.
“Mmm that’s it lamb. So wet and ready for me.” He drops to his knees and loops his thumbs into your panties. He pulls them down around your ankles and you lift your leg to help slide them off. Then he pushes your legs further apart and starts nipping the backs of your thighs, alternating between them and soothing each bite with his tongue. He places one hand on each of your cheeks and uses his thumbs to spread you wide for him.
“Fuck. You’re even prettier than I imagined. So wet, so pink, so perfect.” Suddenly he licks a stripe from your clit to your ass, stopping to swirl his tongue around your untouched hole.
“Oh fuck!” You cry out, closing your eyes and involuntarily arch back into his face.
“Oh she liked that didn’t she? Dirty little thing aren’t you? We will have to come back to that later. First, I need more of that divine pussy.” He turns you to face him and pulls your right leg over his shoulder then places a soft kiss to your clit. He wraps his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks it into his mouth, causing your hand to fly to the back of his head. It’s impossible for him to be any closer to you but that won’t stop you from trying. He then begins to flick his tongue over you as you feel him insert one finger. After a few pumps he adds another and starts working them inside you.
“Oh fuck! Oh god!” You wail as he devours you like a man starved.
“Cum for me. I need it. That’s it little lamb. I know you can do it. Almost there. Cum for me love.” He quickens his movements as your vision starts to blur and the knot inside you grows tighter… and tighter… until it quickly snaps and your knee buckles. He doesn’t miss a beat as he wraps his arm around your thigh to keep you from dropping straight to the ground.
Gradually, he slows his fingers letting you come down gently from euphoria. The feeling is something you’ve never experienced. No man has ever touched you like this. Like they weren’t just doing a chore. Like they wanted, no… Needed you to cum. This man that you had never met before, did exactly what he said. He just ate your soul from the outside in.
He gives one last kiss to your clit before he stands to place another on the side of your neck. Then your lips.
“So. Fucking. Sweet. Like fucking peaches. The most ripe, juicy fucking peach.” He lands a firm smack to your ass that makes you jump. Then starts kissing and biting your neck, repeating the same soothing motion with his tongue after each one.
“I need to feel you from the inside.” He grinds himself into you and he is much bigger than you had anticipated in both length and girth.
A soft moan escapes your lips as you feel the clothed tip brush against your clit.
“I’m gonna need you to use your words lamb. Either tell me you want it or tell me to stop.”
This gives you a moment to think about what’s about to happen right now.
‘What on earth am I doing? Here with a stranger that’s about to fuck me in his sex dungeon?
“Stop. I’m sorry I can’t do this.” You place your hands to his chest to move him away from you and quickly pull your dress back up. You run out of the room back to the elevator, and frantically press the button. Once inside, you zip up your dress (as much as you can).
Upon reaching his bedroom, you try to gather yourself and then walk back down the stairs and start looking for Steven. You see him sitting at the bar and make a beeline straight to him.
“Hi honey, sorry I took so long. This place is easy to get lost in!”
“Oh, I didn’t even realize you left!” He says with a laugh.
‘Shocker.’
“When will we be leaving?” You ask while trying to subtly keep an eye out for the masked stranger.
“Here pretty soon. There is one person I’d like to speak with before we leave but I haven’t seen him yet. Oh, speak of the devil, here he comes now.” Steven stands to shake the hand of someone. You reluctantly raise your head to meet the eyes of none other than the man who just had that same hand in your pussy not even 10 minutes ago.
He smirks and extends an open palm to you, “Pleasure to meet you, my name is Jacob Kiszka, the owner of Sinergy Consulting.”
“Nice to meet you Jacob.” You place your hand in his and he brings it gently to his lips.
“Please, call me Jake.” He looks back over to your husband. “Steven, who is this stunning woman on your arm?”
“Oh, my apologies sir. This is y/n, my wife.” Steven says with a somewhat confused expression.
“Y/n. What a delicious name. Leaves a delightful taste in the mouth doesn’t it?” Jake says as he looks back at you with a wink.
“Well sir, I think we’re going to call it a night. Thank you so much for having us but we must be going.” Steven shakes Jake’s hand once more and starts heading for the door.
Jake leans into your ear, “Have a good evening y/n. Hope to see you again soon. Also, you might need these.” Jake whispers as he places something in your hands.
Your panties.
You quickly shove them into your clutch and rush out the door.
The elevator dings as you reach the bottom floor and the doors slide open to reveal a hallway lined with sconces and a metal door at the end of it.
“You ready?” He asks you.
“I guess ready as I’ll ever be.”
He walks you towards the door and stops to press his thumb against a fingerprint scanner.
“What is this? Some secret evil lair?” You joke.
“It is secret, that part is true. But it’s not entirely evil.”
He then opens the door and your jaw drops. It is a dungeon. A sex dungeon. There’s a spanking table, a St. Andrew’s cross, a sex swing, chains, whips, paddles, and a similar bed to the one upstairs only this one seems to be sitting on top of a cage of some sort.
You turn to face him. He must have removed his mask while you were distracted. The man standing before you is absolute perfection. Which makes you more nervous than you already were (if that was even possible).
“So tell me, love. Have you ever experimented in the bedroom? Maybe your husband smacking that perfect ass of yours? Handcuff you to the bed while he eats away at your soul from the outside in?” He draws closer to you and his eyes begin to darken.
You find yourself nearly speechless, looking up at him with doe eyes.
“N-no, I can’t say that he has done any of that.” You meekly respond.
He lifts up your mask and traces his pointer finger along your jawline. “Fuck, you are truly gorgeous. Did you know that? Does he tell you that?”
You simply shake your head.
“What a shame. You know, I could show you what it’s like to be worshipped. I could introduce you to a whole new world of pleasure. In ways that he couldn’t in a million years. All you have to do is say the word.”
“He pleases me just fine, thank you!”
He gives you a look that you can only describe as pity. “No he doesn’t. Because if he did, you would be with him right now. Not down here with me.” He pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb as the last sentence leaves his lips.
He smirks and spins you to face the wall, placing his hands on your hips and leaning over your shoulder to whisper directly in your ear, “Let me in little lamb.” He slides his right hand to the front of your dress and begins lowering it closer and closer to your center. You let out a soft moan which he takes as the go ahead to continue his path. When he reaches your heat, you inhale sharply. He unzips the back of your dress and it falls to the floor, pooling at your feet.
He slides his hand under the band of your panties and breathes in your ear once again, “You’re already soaking wet.” His voice changes into almost a mocking tone. “Is the little lamb needy? Does she need someone to take care of this sweet pussy?”
“Yes. Yes please.” You breathe out shakily. With that he starts moving his middle finger in gentle circles around your clit.
“Mmm that’s it lamb. So wet and ready for me.” He drops to his knees and loops his thumbs into your panties. He pulls them down around your ankles and you lift your leg to help slide them off. Then he pushes your legs further apart and starts nipping the backs of your thighs, alternating between them and soothing each bite with his tongue. He places one hand on each of your cheeks and uses his thumbs to spread you wide for him.
“Fuck. You’re even prettier than I imagined. So wet, so pink, so perfect.” Suddenly he licks a stripe from your clit to your ass, stopping to swirl his tongue around your untouched hole.
“Oh fuck!” You cry out, closing your eyes and involuntarily arch back into his face.
“Oh she liked that didn’t she? Dirty little thing aren’t you? We will have to come back to that later. First, I need more of that divine pussy.” He turns you to face him and pulls your right leg over his shoulder then places a soft kiss to your clit. He wraps his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks it into his mouth, causing your hand to fly to the back of his head. It’s impossible for him to be any closer to you but that won’t stop you from trying. He then begins to flick his tongue over you as you feel him insert one finger. After a few pumps he adds another and starts working them inside you.
“Oh fuck! Oh god!” You wail as he devours you like a man starved.
“Cum for me. I need it. That’s it little lamb. I know you can do it. Almost there. Cum for me love.” He quickens his movements as your vision starts to blur and the knot inside you grows tighter… and tighter… until it quickly snaps and your knee buckles. He doesn’t miss a beat as he wraps his arm around your thigh to keep you from dropping straight to the ground.
Gradually, he slows his fingers letting you come down gently from euphoria. The feeling is something you’ve never experienced. No man has ever touched you like this. Like they weren’t just doing a chore. Like they wanted, no… Needed you to cum. This man that you had never met before, did exactly what he said. He just ate your soul from the outside in.
He gives one last kiss to your clit before he stands to place another on the side of your neck. Then your lips.
“So. Fucking. Sweet. Like fucking peaches. The most ripe, juicy fucking peach.” He lands a firm smack to your ass that makes you jump. Then starts kissing and biting your neck, repeating the same soothing motion with his tongue after each one.
“I need to feel you from the inside.” He grinds himself into you and he is much bigger than you had anticipated in both length and girth.
A soft moan escapes your lips as you feel the clothed tip brush against your clit.
“I’m gonna need you to use your words lamb. Either tell me you want it or tell me to stop.”
This gives you a moment to think about what’s about to happen right now.
‘What on earth am I doing? Here with a stranger that’s about to fuck me in his sex dungeon?
“Stop. I’m sorry I can’t do this.” You place your hands to his chest to move him away from you and quickly pull your dress back up. You run out of the room back to the elevator, and frantically press the button. Once inside, you zip up your dress (as much as you can).
Upon reaching his bedroom, you try to gather yourself and then walk back down the stairs and start looking for Steven. You see him sitting at the bar and make a beeline straight to him.
“Hi honey, sorry I took so long. This place is easy to get lost in!”
“Oh, I didn’t even realize you left!” He says with a laugh.
‘Shocker.’
“When will we be leaving?” You ask while trying to subtly keep an eye out for the masked stranger.
“Here pretty soon. There is one person I’d like to speak with before we leave but I haven’t seen him yet. Oh, speak of the devil, here he comes now.” Steven stands to shake the hand of someone. You reluctantly raise your head to meet the eyes of none other than the man who just had that same hand in your pussy not even 10 minutes ago.
He smirks and extends an open palm to you, “Pleasure to meet you, my name is Jacob Kiszka, the owner of Sinergy Consulting.”
“Nice to meet you Jacob.” You place your hand in his and he brings it gently to his lips.
“Please, call me Jake.” He looks back over to your husband. “Steven, who is this stunning woman on your arm?”
“Oh, my apologies sir. This is y/n, my wife.” Steven says with a somewhat confused expression.
“Y/n. What a delicious name. Leaves a delightful taste in the mouth doesn’t it?” Jake says as he looks back at you with a wink.
“Well sir, I think we’re going to call it a night. Thank you so much for having us but we must be going.” Steven shakes Jake’s hand once more and starts heading for the door.
Jake leans into your ear, “Have a good evening y/n. Hope to see you again soon. Also, you might need these.” Jake whispers as he places something in your hands.
Your panties.
You quickly shove them into your clutch and rush out the door.
The elevator dings as you reach the bottom floor and the doors slide open to reveal a hallway lined with sconces and a metal door at the end of it.
“You ready?” He asks you.
“I guess ready as I’ll ever be.”
He walks you towards the door and stops to press his thumb against a fingerprint scanner.
“What is this? Some secret evil lair?” You joke.
“It is secret, that part is true. But it’s not entirely evil.”
He then opens the door and your jaw drops. It is a dungeon. A sex dungeon. There’s a spanking table, a St. Andrew’s cross, a sex swing, chains, whips, paddles, and a similar bed to the one upstairs only this one seems to be sitting on top of a cage of some sort.
You turn to face him. He must have removed his mask while you were distracted. The man standing before you is absolute perfection. Which makes you more nervous than you already were (if that was even possible).
“So tell me, love. Have you ever experimented in the bedroom? Maybe your husband smacking that perfect ass of yours? Handcuff you to the bed while he eats away at your soul from the outside in?” He draws closer to you and his eyes begin to darken.
You find yourself nearly speechless, looking up at him with doe eyes.
“N-no, I can’t say that he has done any of that.” You meekly respond.
He lifts up your mask and traces his pointer finger along your jawline. “Fuck, you are truly gorgeous. Did you know that? Does he tell you that?”
You simply shake your head.
“What a shame. You know, I could show you what it’s like to be worshipped. I could introduce you to a whole new world of pleasure. In ways that he couldn’t in a million years. All you have to do is say the word.”
“He pleases me just fine, thank you!”
He gives you a look that you can only describe as pity. “No he doesn’t. Because if he did, you would be with him right now. Not down here with me.” He pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb as the last sentence leaves his lips.
He smirks and spins you to face the wall, placing his hands on your hips and leaning over your shoulder to whisper directly in your ear, “Let me in little lamb.” He slides his right hand to the front of your dress and begins lowering it closer and closer to your center. You let out a soft moan which he takes as the go ahead to continue his path. When he reaches your heat, you inhale sharply. He unzips the back of your dress and it falls to the floor, pooling at your feet.
He slides his hand under the band of your panties and breathes in your ear once again, “You’re already soaking wet.” His voice changes into almost a mocking tone. “Is the little lamb needy? Does she need someone to take care of this sweet pussy?”
“Yes. Yes please.” You breathe out shakily. With that he starts moving his middle finger in gentle circles around your clit.
“Mmm that’s it lamb. So wet and ready for me.” He drops to his knees and loops his thumbs into your panties. He pulls them down around your ankles and you lift your leg to help slide them off. Then he pushes your legs further apart and starts nipping the backs of your thighs, alternating between them and soothing each bite with his tongue. He places one hand on each of your cheeks and uses his thumbs to spread you wide for him.
“Fuck. You’re even prettier than I imagined. So wet, so pink, so perfect.” Suddenly he licks a stripe from your clit to your ass, stopping to swirl his tongue around your untouched hole.
“Oh fuck!” You cry out, closing your eyes and involuntarily arch back into his face.
“Oh she liked that didn’t she? Dirty little thing aren’t you? We will have to come back to that later. First, I need more of that divine pussy.” He turns you to face him and pulls your right leg over his shoulder then places a soft kiss to your clit. He wraps his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks it into his mouth, causing your hand to fly to the back of his head. It’s impossible for him to be any closer to you but that won’t stop you from trying. He then begins to flick his tongue over you as you feel him insert one finger. After a few pumps he adds another and starts working them inside you.
“Oh fuck! Oh god!” You wail as he devours you like a man starved.
“Cum for me. I need it. That’s it little lamb. I know you can do it. Almost there. Cum for me love.” He quickens his movements as your vision starts to blur and the knot inside you grows tighter… and tighter… until it quickly snaps and your knee buckles. He doesn’t miss a beat as he wraps his arm around your thigh to keep you from dropping straight to the ground.
Gradually, he slows his fingers letting you come down gently from euphoria. The feeling is something you’ve never experienced. No man has ever touched you like this. Like they weren’t just doing a chore. Like they wanted, no… Needed you to cum. This man that you had never met before, did exactly what he said. He just ate your soul from the outside in.
He gives one last kiss to your clit before he stands to place another on the side of your neck. Then your lips.
“So. Fucking. Sweet. Like fucking peaches. The most ripe, juicy fucking peach.” He lands a firm smack to your ass that makes you jump. Then starts kissing and biting your neck, repeating the same soothing motion with his tongue after each one.
“I need to feel you from the inside.” He grinds himself into you and he is much bigger than you had anticipated in both length and girth.
A soft moan escapes your lips as you feel the clothed tip brush against your clit.
“I’m gonna need you to use your words lamb. Either tell me you want it or tell me to stop.”
This gives you a moment to think about what’s about to happen right now.
‘What on earth am I doing? Here with a stranger that’s about to fuck me in his sex dungeon?
“Stop. I’m sorry I can’t do this.” You place your hands to his chest to move him away from you and quickly pull your dress back up. You run out of the room back to the elevator, and frantically press the button. Once inside, you zip up your dress (as much as you can).
Upon reaching his bedroom, you try to gather yourself and then walk back down the stairs and start looking for Steven. You see him sitting at the bar and make a beeline straight to him.
“Hi honey, sorry I took so long. This place is easy to get lost in!”
“Oh, I didn’t even realize you left!” He says with a laugh.
‘Shocker.’
“When will we be leaving?” You ask while trying to subtly keep an eye out for the masked stranger.
“Here pretty soon. There is one person I’d like to speak with before we leave but I haven’t seen him yet. Oh, speak of the devil, here he comes now.” Steven stands to shake the hand of someone. You reluctantly raise your head to meet the eyes of none other than the man who just had that same hand in your pussy not even 10 minutes ago.
He smirks and extends an open palm to you, “Pleasure to meet you, my name is Jacob Kiszka, the owner of Sinergy Consulting.”
“Nice to meet you Jacob.” You place your hand in his and he brings it gently to his lips.
“Please, call me Jake.” He looks back over to your husband. “Steven, who is this stunning woman on your arm?”
“Oh, my apologies sir. This is y/n, my wife.” Steven says with a somewhat confused expression.
“Y/n. What a delicious name. Leaves a delightful taste in the mouth doesn’t it?” Jake says as he looks back at you with a wink.
“Well sir, I think we’re going to call it a night. Thank you so much for having us but we must be going.” Steven shakes Jake’s hand once more and starts heading for the door.
Jake leans into your ear, “Have a good evening y/n. Hope to see you again soon. Also, you might need these.” Jake whispers as he places something in your hands.
Your panties.
You quickly shove them into your clutch and rush out the door.
The elevator dings as you reach the bottom floor and the doors slide open to reveal a hallway lined with sconces and a metal door at the end of it.
“You ready?” He asks you.
“I guess ready as I’ll ever be.”
He walks you towards the door and stops to press his thumb against a fingerprint scanner.
“What is this? Some secret evil lair?” You joke.
“It is secret, that part is true. But it’s not entirely evil.”
He then opens the door and your jaw drops. It is a dungeon. A sex dungeon. There’s a spanking table, a St. Andrew’s cross, a sex swing, chains, whips, paddles, and a similar bed to the one upstairs only this one seems to be sitting on top of a cage of some sort.
You turn to face him. He must have removed his mask while you were distracted. The man standing before you is absolute perfection. Which makes you more nervous than you already were (if that was even possible).
“So tell me, love. Have you ever experimented in the bedroom? Maybe your husband smacking that perfect ass of yours? Handcuff you to the bed while he eats away at your soul from the outside in?” He draws closer to you and his eyes begin to darken.
You find yourself nearly speechless, looking up at him with doe eyes.
“N-no, I can’t say that he has done any of that.” You meekly respond.
He lifts up your mask and traces his pointer finger along your jawline. “Fuck, you are truly gorgeous. Did you know that? Does he tell you that?”
You simply shake your head.
“What a shame. You know, I could show you what it’s like to be worshipped. I could introduce you to a whole new world of pleasure. In ways that he couldn’t in a million years. All you have to do is say the word.”
“He pleases me just fine, thank you!”
He gives you a look that you can only describe as pity. “No he doesn’t. Because if he did, you would be with him right now. Not down here with me.” He pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb as the last sentence leaves his lips.
He smirks and spins you to face the wall, placing his hands on your hips and leaning over your shoulder to whisper directly in your ear, “Let me in little lamb.” He slides his right hand to the front of your dress and begins lowering it closer and closer to your center. You let out a soft moan which he takes as the go ahead to continue his path. When he reaches your heat, you inhale sharply. He unzips the back of your dress and it falls to the floor, pooling at your feet.
He slides his hand under the band of your panties and breathes in your ear once again, “You’re already soaking wet.” His voice changes into almost a mocking tone. “Is the little lamb needy? Does she need someone to take care of this sweet pussy?”
“Yes. Yes please.” You breathe out shakily. With that he starts moving his middle finger in gentle circles around your clit.
“Mmm that’s it lamb. So wet and ready for me.” He drops to his knees and loops his thumbs into your panties. He pulls them down around your ankles and you lift your leg to help slide them off. Then he pushes your legs further apart and starts nipping the backs of your thighs, alternating between them and soothing each bite with his tongue. He places one hand on each of your cheeks and uses his thumbs to spread you wide for him.
“Fuck. You’re even prettier than I imagined. So wet, so pink, so perfect.” Suddenly he licks a stripe from your clit to your ass, stopping to swirl his tongue around your untouched hole.
“Oh fuck!” You cry out, closing your eyes and involuntarily arch back into his face.
“Oh she liked that didn’t she? Dirty little thing aren’t you? We will have to come back to that later. First, I need more of that divine pussy.” He turns you to face him and pulls your right leg over his shoulder then places a soft kiss to your clit. He wraps his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks it into his mouth, causing your hand to fly to the back of his head. It’s impossible for him to be any closer to you but that won’t stop you from trying. He then begins to flick his tongue over you as you feel him insert one finger. After a few pumps he adds another and starts working them inside you.
“Oh fuck! Oh god!” You wail as he devours you like a man starved.
“Cum for me. I need it. That’s it little lamb. I know you can do it. Almost there. Cum for me love.” He quickens his movements as your vision starts to blur and the knot inside you grows tighter… and tighter… until it quickly snaps and your knee buckles. He doesn’t miss a beat as he wraps his arm around your thigh to keep you from dropping straight to the ground.
Gradually, he slows his fingers letting you come down gently from euphoria. The feeling is something you’ve never experienced. No man has ever touched you like this. Like they weren’t just doing a chore. Like they wanted, no… Needed you to cum. This man that you had never met before, did exactly what he said. He just ate your soul from the outside in.
He gives one last kiss to your clit before he stands to place another on the side of your neck. Then your lips.
“So. Fucking. Sweet. Like fucking peaches. The most ripe, juicy fucking peach.” He lands a firm smack to your ass that makes you jump. Then starts kissing and biting your neck, repeating the same soothing motion with his tongue after each one.
“I need to feel you from the inside.” He grinds himself into you and he is much bigger than you had anticipated in both length and girth.
A soft moan escapes your lips as you feel the clothed tip brush against your clit.
“I’m gonna need you to use your words lamb. Either tell me you want it or tell me to stop.”
This gives you a moment to think about what’s about to happen right now.
‘What on earth am I doing? Here with a stranger that’s about to fuck me in his sex dungeon?
“Stop. I’m sorry I can’t do this.” You place your hands to his chest to move him away from you and quickly pull your dress back up. You run out of the room back to the elevator, and frantically press the button. Once inside, you zip up your dress (as much as you can).
Upon reaching his bedroom, you try to gather yourself and then walk back down the stairs and start looking for Steven. You see him sitting at the bar and make a beeline straight to him.
“Hi honey, sorry I took so long. This place is easy to get lost in!”
“Oh, I didn’t even realize you left!” He says with a laugh.
‘Shocker.’
“When will we be leaving?” You ask while trying to subtly keep an eye out for the masked stranger.
“Here pretty soon. There is one person I’d like to speak with before we leave but I haven’t seen him yet. Oh, speak of the devil, here he comes now.” Steven stands to shake the hand of someone. You reluctantly raise your head to meet the eyes of none other than the man who just had that same hand in your pussy not even 10 minutes ago.
He smirks and extends an open palm to you, “Pleasure to meet you, my name is Jacob Kiszka, the owner of Sinergy Consulting.”
“Nice to meet you Jacob.” You place your hand in his and he brings it gently to his lips.
“Please, call me Jake.” He looks back over to your husband. “Steven, who is this stunning woman on your arm?”
“Oh, my apologies sir. This is y/n, my wife.” Steven says with a somewhat confused expression.
“Y/n. What a delicious name. Leaves a delightful taste in the mouth doesn’t it?” Jake says as he looks back at you with a wink.
“Well sir, I think we’re going to call it a night. Thank you so much for having us but we must be going.” Steven shakes Jake’s hand once more and starts heading for the door.
Jake leans into your ear, “Have a good evening y/n. Hope to see you again soon. Also, you might need these.” Jake whispers as he places something in your hands.
Your panties.
You quickly shove them into your clutch and rush out the door.
Plot: Reader is in a loveless marriage and attends a charity event at a mansion for her husband’s new job. She decides to explore and ends up meeting the owner of the home. He then takes her on his own tour. Was she getting in over her head?
“Y/n what the fuck are you doing? We were supposed to leave 10 minutes ago!”
You sit up from fastening your heel and take a deep breath before responding, “I’m coming down now!” You grab your clutch off the bed and take one last look in the mirror to preen and check for any imperfections.
Tonight was some sort of charity ball that your husband was invited to by his coworkers at a new consulting firm. You had met Steven in college and from the beginning your relationship was never built on passion or love but rather logic. He was smart, getting a degree in something admirable and not to mention easy on the eyes. After graduation you had the picture perfect wedding and bought a house with the proverbial white picket fence. That was a year ago. Now your days mostly consist of going running your boutique and coming home to make dinner (which you more often than not eat alone). Then winding down with a glass or two of wine and your trusty rose. Sex wasn’t really a component of your marriage anymore. With Steven’s long hours you hardly spent any time together at all and when you did it was mostly spent screaming at each other. This isn’t the life you had pictured for yourself at 25 but it is what it is.
You make your way down the steps and there is Steven waiting for you in his all black suit with a silver mask covering half of his face.
“Let’s go, we're already late.” He grabs your arm and practically drags you out to the car that’s been waiting on you. You wince at his touch, “Why is it so important that we’re exactly on time anyways? Isn’t it just a party?”
“It’s not just a party, it's THE party. Everyone important will be there and it’s a prime opportunity to network, you couldn’t possibly understand.”
“Ok then…” you climb into the car and place your clutch in your lap.
The ride there was uncomfortably silent but not unusual. Steven pulls onto a side road that leads up a mountain. The road begins as gravel and then becomes paved about halfway up. At the very top sits a large white brick mansion with black trim. The mass of a driveway is lined with Bentleys, McLarens and the like, meanwhile you’re sitting in a 5 year old Mercedes C class.
“Who’s house is this?” You ask.
“Don’t worry about it, come on.” He grabs your hand and leads you out of the car up to the double doors which are being guarded by a large bald man.
“Password?”
“Luna.” Steven replies in a semi hushed tone.
The man opens the doors and you both walk inside. You’re greeted by a massive foyer with a double staircase that looks like it belongs in a vampiric film. The interior of the home almost takes your breath away. Charcoal walls, black marble floors, silver accents adorning the room and crystal chandeliers half the size of your car hanging over your head.
Soft jazz is coming from a room nearby. You follow Steven to the ballroom where you see about 200 people. Some standing in groups talking and some gliding with one another across the floors.
You turn to Steven,“Can we get a drink?”
“You go ahead I’ll be over here.”
You roll your eyes and make your way to the bar. You greet the bartender, “Hi, can I get a glass of champagne please?” He acknowledges your order and you turn around to scope the room. Middle aged men and their too young wives. Decrepit Vanderbilt types that resemble walking corpses. The amount of money in this room could probably end poverty for the whole country. Doctors, lawyers, philanthropists, businessmen, and a few that you wouldn’t be shocked if they were involved with organized crime, all mingling amongst each other.
You finish your drink and spot your husband across the room and walk over to him. He continues his conversation as though you weren’t even there, not even taking a moment to introduce you. After 20 minutes of conversations about new businesses and architecture, you grow increasingly bored.
“If you’ll excuse me.” You give the group a polite smile and nod then go back into the foyer to ask the doorman where the bathroom is.
“Up the stairs, to the left and then it’s the first door on your right.”
You walk up the staircase and enter the bathroom. You’re immediately drawn to the giant mirror encased in an ornate frame of delicately carved flowers and foliage. Jesus this guy is ridiculous. As you sit, you look around and your mind starts to drift thinking about what kind of man would have a home this extravagant. ‘He probably has a trophy wife with big fake tits and a bbl. Maids and chefs to do all the work while she sits and looks pretty. What a fucking dream.’ You finish up and wash your hands. When you re enter the hallway you decide to explore a little. Steve won’t even notice you’re gone honestly.
You begin to peek into the rooms down the hall, noting the spacious bedrooms and also a theater room. What really grabs your attention is the study. You step into the room and the walls are top to bottom shelves filled with books. You notice a few familiar names, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, The Alchemist, etc. You walk around the desk and see out on the balcony there’s a small seating area and a large telescope pointed at the sky. You step outside and begin looking through it, searching for constellations.
“Lovely night isn’t it?” You jump at the raspy voice coming from behind you and quickly spin around.
“Y-yea it is. It’s very clear tonight. Not a cloud in the sky.” Your throat is dry as you eye up the man.
He’s small in stature but appears fairly sturdy nonetheless. The top half of his face is covered with a black mask but you can see a neatly trimmed mustache sitting above his heart shaped lips. His long hair pulled back into a bun. Very well dressed. Donning a gray suit. He has on black button down with what appears to be only the bottom two buttons secured, revealing a smooth chest that he’s decorated with a few necklaces that hold coin pendants. He has an Italian leather belt around his waist that matches the loafers on his feet.
“This is my second favorite room in my home. Especially on nights like tonight.”
“This house is YOURS?!” You choke out.
“You seem surprised. Why?”
“I guess I expected an old crusty bastard to live in something like this. Something so… over the top.”
“Well that’s one thing about me. I tend to have a habit of enjoying the more lavish things this life has to offer.” He takes a sip of what appears to be whiskey in his glass.
“I can see that… You said this is your second favorite room. What is your favorite?”
“I could tell you.. but I think I’d rather show you. Would you like a tour?” He asks and you notice he’s now returning the favor of eyeing you up and down. Seemingly taking a few extra moments on your curves and specifically the neckline of your dress that cuts just below your sternum.
He extends an arm towards you. You look down at his hand as you reach for it. The voice in your head is screaming at you. Telling you that you shouldn’t go with this stranger but there’s something about him. Something Alluring... Dangerous... Sinful even. ‘Fuck it.’ You place your hand in his and instantly electricity shoots through you. It feels as though you’ve just sealed a deal with the devil himself.
He walks you through the maze that is his home, showing you a billiard room with a bar, an indoor pool, his office space, numerous guest rooms and finally, the master bedroom. Each space was decorated in a way that you’ve come to realize is very on par with his personality. Dark and luxurious. His bedroom was no exception.
He lets go of your hand and snakes his arm around you with his hand resting on your lower back. His thumb gently strokes your exposed skin. He guides you through the doorway and flicks the light switch. The room illuminates in a red glow. In the center of the room sits a four post bed with an extravagant wrought iron headboard. You notice above the bed, there’s a circular mirror on the ceiling. ‘Strange.’
“Why is there a mirror up there?” You question innocently.
“Why do you think there’s a mirror up there?” He gives you a look that immediately connects the dots in your brain and you feel your cheeks begin to flush.
“Oh right... Naturally. Okay.” You feel your throat becoming dry once again.
“Well go on, take a look around.”
You follow his instructions and begin to explore the huge room. Another bookcase that reaches the ceiling. His closet could be another bedroom in itself, filled with designer suits and Italian shoes, silk ties and rows of shirts. The bathroom contains a freestanding tub that could probably hold 4 people and the shower about 8.
“Wow. This is absolutely…” You stop yourself as your eye catches an… elevator? You walk over to it and look at him. “Where does this go?”
“The basement.” He replies matter of factly.
“What’s down there?”
“Would you like to see?” He quirks an eyebrow.
“Tell me what it is first. Is it like a dungeon or something?” You laugh.
“Well…”
Your laugh instantly ceases.
He smirks at you, watching the wheels begin to spin in your head. He can tell he’s piqued your curiosity.
“Well? Well what? Is it a dungeon or not?”
“Why don’t I show you and you can be the judge of that.”
You stop for a moment to think of what awaits you. “As long as you promise not to murder me.”
“Cross my heart, hope to die.”
‘If I die, I die.’
He takes your hand again as the elevator dings and opens. The inside is wall to wall mirrors. You notice there’s only two buttons. One for his bedroom and one for wherever he’s taking you.
Summary: When you go on tour with Greta Van Fleet as their medical liaison, you end up getting more than you signed up for. Nursing school didn’t prepare you on how to deal with a situation like this.
A/N: I struggled for three whole ass weeks with this chapter because of timing and pacing and what I wanted to happen. I have re-written it three times and finally JUST settled on this one last night. It’s a little on the short side, and for that, I am really sorry, but thanks to everyone who has reached out to check if I am still alive and asked kindly for an update. I love angst and I hope y’all do, too! Thanks to @janksfatass and @barbarians-guitar-solo for stopping me from deleting this entire thing off Beyonce’s internet.
Warnings: sexual content, explicit language, sexual daydreaming, mentions of erections and other sexually charged dialogue
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