THE NIGHT I BECAME HIS

The city lights twinkled far below, like fallen stars. I stood in the middle of the room, dressed only in the long black silk dress he had sent me two hours earlier—no underwear, no jewelry, just high heels and the expensive perfume he had chosen himself.
I didn’t know what he looked like. I didn’t know his name. I only knew that he had paid an obscene amount so that, for eight hours, I would no longer be Elena’s escort… but his own.
The door opened silently.
He entered slowly, closed the door behind him, and stopped two meters from me. His impeccable black suit, his white shirt unbuttoned at the neck, his heavy watch on his wrist. His face was half hidden in the shadows, but I immediately felt his gaze: heavy, calm, possessive.
“Turn around,” he said simply. The voice was low, velvety, with a slight accent I didn’t recognize.
I turned slowly. The silk slid over my skin like a caress. I felt him watching me from behind, inch by inch.
He moved closer. His fingers touched the back of my neck, then slowly moved down the spine, pulling the zipper of my dress down. The dress fell at my feet with a soft rustle, leaving me naked before him.
“Tonight you are no longer the luxury escort,” he murmured, pressing his lips to my shoulder. Tonight you are mine. Completely. No limits. No “no.”
He turned me to face him. His eyes were dark, almost black. He lifted me effortlessly and sat me down on the long marble table in the living room. The stone was cool under my bare back. He slowly parted my legs, his large palms on the insides of my thighs.
He knelt down.
His tongue slid slowly at first, then more and more greedily between my already wet lips. He licked me like he had all the time in the world, but with a lust that made me tremble. Two thick fingers entered me deeply, curving exactly where they should, while his mouth sucked my clitoris with diabolical precision.
I came for the first time in less than two minutes, moaning loudly, my fingers digging into his black hair.
He didn’t let me recover.
He lifted me up again, turned me face the table, and leaned me over. I heard the belt unfasten, the zipper coming down. Then I felt the thick, hot head of his cock pushing itself between my legs.
He entered me in one slow motion, all the way. I screamed softly—it was big, thick, filling me completely. He began to move, first controlled, then deeper and harder. Each thrust knocked the air out of my lungs. His hand caught my hair, pulling my head back, while the other held me firmly by the hip.
“Say it,” he hissed near my ear.
“I’m… yours…” I moaned, my voice trembling.
“Harder.”
“I’m yours! I’m yours tonight…”
He accelerated, thrusting hard, until his second orgasm hit me like a wave. My body contracted violently around him. He let out a low, animalistic moan and poured himself deep inside me, pulsing long and hot.
He didn’t pull away immediately.
He turned me around to face him, lifted me into his arms, and carried me to the bedroom. He sat me down on the huge bed, lay down next to me, and stroked my hair with surprising gentleness.
“The night has only just begun,” he whispered, kissing my temple. By sunrise you’ll forget you ever belonged to anyone else.”
I pressed myself against his warm chest, still shivering.
“Then… make me forget.”