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Chapter 5 – The Lair
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2026-07-28 15:06:54
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Curing the Cold-Hearted CEO (SPG R18+) Chapter 5 – The Lair
Only the wealthy could enter. Membership cost more than most people earned in a decade. However, Francis had never come here. He didn't know who owned it. Didn't know who ran it. The place existed as a myth, a shadow at the edge of polite society.Now he stood in its parking lot.Isabel walked toward the entrance. Francis followed.The lobby surprised him. No receptionist. No guard behind a desk. No cameras visible. Just marble floors, dim lighting, and a single elevator door at the far end. The silence felt intentional, curated. Their footsteps echoed as they crossed the empty space.Isabel pressed the call button. The elevator opened immediately. She stepped inside and pressed the tenth floor. The doors closed with a soft hiss.Francis's heart thudded against his ribs. The elevator rose smoothly. No music played. No digital display showed the floor numbers. Just the hum of machinery and Isabel's steady breathing beside him.The doors opened onto a long corridor. Carpet so thick it s
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Veronica worked harder. Her head bobbed. She moaned around him, the vibration desperate. Saliva slicked down her chin. Dirty, wet, messy. She pulled back and spat on the tip, then rubbed it across her lips. “Get hard for me, baby. I need you to fill my throat. Come on. You know you want to.”She engulfed him again. Sucking with purpose. One hand cupped his balls. The other stroked the base.Nothing.Francis stared down at the woman on her knees. Her red lipstick smeared. Her eyes full of lust. A gorgeous woman doing everything right. However, his body refused to respond.His jaw clenched. He yanked her head back by her hair. “Enough.”“Huh? What’s wrong?” Veronica wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I can try again. Let me put it deeper.”“I said enough.” His voice turned cold. Hard. He stepped back, leaving her kneeling alone on the floor. “Leave.”Veronica’s brow furrowed. “But Francis—”“Grab your bag and get the fuck out.” He turned away from her. He couldn’t even look at
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"Mr. Hamilton, I need you to open your mouth for me. As wide as you can."Francis obeyed. His jaw protested with a sharp stab of pain.She stepped closer. The scent of her perfume reached him. Something floral. Light. Completely different from the heavy, desperate fragrances the escorts had worn last night. He watched her gloved fingers reach for a mouth mirror on the tray."Wider, please. I want to get a good look at that problem tooth."Her face moved nearer. Francis could see the slight furrow of concentration between her brows. The way her lips parted slightly as she peered into his mouth. Her breath fanned across his cheek.Something stirred.Down low. Below his belt. A twitch.Francis stopped breathing. His hands gripped the armrests. Impossible. He had felt nothing for five years. Not a flicker. Not a pulse. Not a goddamn thing. And now, sitting in a dentist's chair with a woman he had just met, his cock decided to wake up?Dr. Dalton tilted her head. "I can see some inflammati
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Francis Hamilton lay sprawled across his king-sized bed. Three beautiful women surrounded him. Their naked bodies gleamed under the soft bedroom lights, curves and angles arranged around his motionless form.Elena pressed her lips to the tip of his soft cock. Her tongue traced circles around the head. Slow. Wet. Desperate. She’d been doing this for nearly two hours. The other two women, Sasha and Yvette, knelt on either side of Francis, their hands roaming his chest, his thighs, cupping his balls, stroking skin that refused to respond.“Mr. Hamilton,” Elena murmured against his flesh, her breath warm. “Don't you want to slide this big cock inside me? My pussy is dripping. Can you feel how wet I am?”She guided his limp hand between her legs. Her folds were slick. Hot. Francis stared at the ceiling.Sasha leaned close to his ear. Her tongue traced the shell of it while her hand worked his dick with practiced rhythm. “We want you so bad. All three of us. You can fuck any hole you want.
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PRESENT DAY 2026Miss I walked slowly into the private room, her heels striking the polished concrete with measured rhythm, each step a countdown.The room was inside a highly secret private BDSM club hidden in the city's rich district. Only wealthy and powerful people knew about its existence. Every member signed a strict confidentiality agreement before entering, making it one of the city's biggest secrets that had never been exposed to the public.The black lace bra cupped her breasts while matching panties clung to her hips. Thigh-high patent leather boots rose to meet them, leaving only a strip of bare skin that caught the amber light. Her eye mask sat like a second skin, black silk swallowing everything above her cheekbones.The whip hung loose from her right hand, leather tail pooling on the floor like a sleeping snake.A man knelt in the center of the room. Naked. Blindfolded. Hands resting on his thighs, palms up in offering.His back rose and fell with shallow, hungry breath
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2021“Yes, Mr. Hamilton! Fuck me, don’t stop! Your cock is so big!”The words cut through the thick, perfume-heavy air of the VIP lounge. Francis didn’t even look to see which one of them had said it. They all blurred together after his third glass of Macallan 25. Ten women. All drunk. All naked. All his for the night. The private club, Onyx, sat on the 40th floor of a building he owned, and this back room was his sanctuary.A tongue traced a line from the base of his shaft to the tip. Blonde hair spilled across his thigh. He didn’t know her name. “You like that, Mr. Hamilton?” she murmured, her lips brushing his skin.“Shut up and suck me more!” he said, his voice a low growl.She obeyed. Her mouth sank down, taking him deep. The vacuum seal of her lips was expert. Francis gripped her hair and guided her head down. Her head bobbing faster, a wet, sloppy sound filling the room. He felt the pressure building but he wasn’t ready to finish. Not yet. He tapped the blonde-haired woman’s
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