The apartment was lit only by candles and the discreet glow of a red neon light that filtered through the window. The air smelled of vanilla, leather, and anticipation. I stood in the middle of the room, wearing a short, form-fitting black dress with a plunging neckline that barely covered my breasts. My hair was loosely tied back, and my lips were a bright red.
He entered and paused in the doorway, staring at me. His eyes were already dark with desire.
“Come here,” he said in a low, authoritative voice.
I approached slowly, swaying my hips. When I was in front of him, I stopped and looked up, playing my part perfectly.
“I’m here…” I whispered sweetly. Just for you.
He smiled slightly, running his thumb over my lower lip.
“Tell me.”
I swallowed slowly, going all in.
“I’m only yours tonight… I’m yours completely. My body, my mouth, every moan… everything belongs to you.”
His fingers slid down my neck, then down my collarbone. He slowly tugged at the strap of my dress, letting it fall over one shoulder.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
“I’m only yours…” I repeated, my voice trembling slightly with arousal. There’s no one else. No clients, no past, no future. Just you and me… and tonight.
He pulled me toward him and kissed me deeply, possessively. His tongue explored my mouth hungrily as his hands unzipped my dress. The material slid to the floor with a discreet rustle, leaving me in nothing but black lace and high heels.
He took a step back and looked me up and down, as if assessing what was his.
“On my knees.”
I obeyed immediately, descending gracefully. I unbuttoned his pants with slow, deliberate movements. When I released his member, already hard and hot, I looked up at him.
“Can I show you how much I am yours?” I asked in a soft, almost submissive voice.
“Show me.”
I began to lick him slowly, from base to tip, circling my tongue around the sensitive head. Then I took him deep into my mouth, moaning softly so he could feel the vibrations. The movements were slow at first, then deeper and wetter. His hands dug into my hair, guiding me, but without forcing me.
“Good girl…” he murmured. Only mine.
He picked me up after a few minutes and carried me to the bed. He laid me on my back and spread my legs. He sat between them, looking me straight in the eyes.
“Tell me again,” he demanded, as the head of his erection touched my wet entrance.
“I’m only yours tonight…” I moaned. Use me as you wish. I’m yours to fuck me, to make me moan, to fill me…”
He entered me slowly, inch by inch, until he filled me completely. I arched my back and let out a long moan, squeezing him inside.
He began to move—slowly at first, deeply, then harder and harder. Each thrust was possessive, as if he wanted to leave a mark in me. His hands held my wrists above my head, immobilizing me.
— Harder… please… I’m only yours, I whispered between moans, completely losing myself in the role.
He accelerated, hitting me rhythmically, deeply. My breasts bounced with each movement. He leaned down and sucked one nipple, biting it lightly, then moved on to the other.
When he felt I was close, he deliberately slowed down, prolonging the pleasure, until I was begging him again.
Finally, he turned me onto my stomach, lifted my hips and entered me again, even deeper. His hand lightly grabbed my hair, pulling my head back.
— Who are you tonight? he asked hoarsely, hitting me hard.
— I’m only yours… I cried out, orgasm hitting me violently. Only yours… ahh!
I contracted strongly around him, trembling all over. He followed almost immediately, thrusting deep and exploding inside me with a long moan, filling me with his hot cum.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing heavily, our bodies still joined.
He kissed my back, then the back of my neck, and whispered in my ear:
— This night is not over yet… because you are only mine until sunrise.
I smiled, still trembling slightly.
— Then… keep using me, I replied softly. I am only yours.
