CHAPTER TWO

Rhaena’s POV

I stood in front of my vanity mirror longer than I meant to.

Staring. Waiting. Like the girl in the glass might do something before I did.

She looked like me, but not quite. My face was the same, but my hair wasn’t. The blonde was gone. In its place was dark brown, framing my face in a way that felt new and unfamiliar. The empty dye box sat in the sink like proof I couldn’t undo this.

Then there was my mouth.

Red lipstick. Bold. Loud. The kind I always said was too much. It made me feel exposed, like it was announcing something before I even spoke.

I’d changed everything tonight. New hair. New makeup. A dress that hugged me instead of hiding me. I told myself it was just about looking different, but that wasn’t true. I wanted to be different. I didn’t want to be recognized—by anyone, not even myself.

Tonight mattered.

In less than an hour, I would finally have something that always felt just out of reach. A real orgasm. Not faked. Not imagined later in the dark. Something real.

My phone buzzed. I checked the time and sucked in a breath. I was almost late.

When I reached the address, I slowed down.

The building didn’t look romantic or inviting. No soft lights. No warmth. It looked bold instead. Dark windows. Clean lines. A small, discreet sign you’d miss if you weren’t searching for it. It looked expensive too, the kind of place that didn’t explain itself to anyone.

I swallowed and parked.

Inside, there was no confusion about what kind of place this was. A sex club. Straightforward. No pretending. No soft lies to make anyone feel better. I gave myself a small shrug, forcing calm. That was the point, wasn’t it?

I gave my booking ID to the attendant at the desk. She didn’t smile. She didn’t judge. She just nodded, like this was another normal night and I was another normal woman making another normal choice.

She led me down a hallway lit with low red lights. The deeper we went, the quieter it felt. Warmer. The air pressed in on me, thick and heavy. My heartbeat sounded too loud in my ears.

She stopped in front of a door and handed me a mask.

Black. Smooth. It covered half my face.

“For privacy,” she said simply.

I slipped it on. My breath sounded different behind it, softer and closer. She turned and walked away without another word.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the door. My hand hovered over the handle. My chest felt tight, but not in a bad way. It felt like standing at the edge of something deep, knowing once I stepped in, there was no turning back.

I turned the handle.

The room was dim. Shadows everywhere. Soft light that didn’t quite reach the corners. The air smelled warm and clean—leather, maybe, mixed with something masculine. Before I could take another step, a voice cut through the silence.

Deep. Slow. Certain.

“Close the door.”

A shiver ran straight down my spine. I obeyed without thinking, gently pushing the door shut behind me. The click felt final.

“Take off your clothes.”

The command wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be. It filled the room. My heart pounded as my fantasy stepped out of my head and into reality, familiar and terrifying all at once.

My hands shook as I undressed. I could feel him there even though I couldn’t see him clearly. Like the air itself leaned toward him.

When I was done, I stood still, exposed in my lingerie, unsure of what came next. My skin felt too aware, every breath too sharp.

Then his voice came again.

“Crawl to me.”

The command landed deep inside me, heavy and sure.

It went straight through my chest and settled low, right where I felt everything most. My heart started racing, fast and loud, and I hated how quickly my body responded. Hated it—and loved it.

This was what I wanted.

What I paid for.

Slowly, I lowered myself to my hands and knees. The strange thing was, the more I submitted, the steadier I felt. Like giving up control was somehow giving it back to myself.

My eyes adjusted little by little. The darkness softened. Shapes came into focus. And then I saw him.

He was sitting on a couch deeper in the room, relaxed, unhurried, like time bent around him. I crawled toward him slowly, my body aware of every shift, every breath. When I finally knelt in front of him, I stopped.

He wore a mask too. It hid part of his face, but that only made him feel more dangerous. More intentional. His white shirt was unbuttoned, showing a broad chest, strong and solid. Black slacks hugged his thighs. His legs were spread, confident, like he already knew how this would end.

He lifted a glass to his lips, watching me the entire time. I couldn’t look away. His mouth was full, deliberate. I wondered if everything about him was planned. If this was all a part of the fantasy experience.

The thought made my stomach twist.

Then I noticed his scent.

It wrapped around me as I got closer—deep, warm, unmistakably masculine. I inhaled before I could stop myself. He leaned forward then, reaching out. His hand touched my face, gentle and firm at the same time, tilting my chin up just enough that I had no choice but to look at him.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

The words hit harder than anything else so far. Heat rushed through me, fast and overwhelming. My breath caught. I hadn’t known words alone could do that.

He leaned closer, his mouth near my neck. I felt his breath before I felt anything else. He inhaled slowly, deliberately.

“Cherry,” he said quietly.

My heart skipped. That was me. My scent. The fact that he noticed made something loosen inside my chest. Made me feel seen.

His lips brushed my neck, light and slow. One kiss. Then another. Each one sent a sharp spark through me. I gasped softly, unable to stop the sound. His mouth lingered, more intent now, leaving warmth behind, leaving proof.

I should’ve felt embarrassed.

I didn’t.

I moaned, soft and broken, my hands curling at my sides, unsure if I was allowed to move. Every nerve in my body felt awake, tuned only to him. Without thinking, I tilted my head, offering more.

He pulled back just enough to look down at me.

His voice dropped, rough and commanding.

'Suck my cock, Cherry,'

I froze for a second, surprised by how direct he was, but damn, it made my whole body tingle with excitement. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears.

My hands were shaking as I reached for his belt. The metal buckle felt cold under my fingers, and I fumbled with it for a moment before it finally clicked open.

I tugged at the leather, pulling it through the loops slowly, like I was unwrapping a present I wasn't sure I deserved. Then came the zipper.

I pushed his pants open and reached inside, wrapping my fingers around his hard cock. God, it was so thick and long, way bigger than anything I'd ever touched before.

Bigger than Jake's, no doubt about that. It throbbed in my hand, hot and heavy, the skin smooth but stretched tight over the veins that bulged out along the shaft.

I pulled it free and just stared for a second. The head was swollen and purple, a drop of pre-cum already beading at the tip, shiny and inviting.

I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the warmth of him pulse against my palm. My fingers barely met around his girth. I started stroking him slowly, up and down. He let out this deep groan, low and rumbling from his chest, and it sent a shiver straight to my core. His hips bucked a little, pushing into my grip, like he couldn't help himself.