MasukCole had been watching from the balcony.One floor above, behind smoked glass, he stood in his usual tailored black, a tumbler of bourbon forgotten in his hand. The club throbbed with dim red light and soft moans below, shadows of bodies flickering across velvet walls. But his eyes never left her.Aria.Hair a little messy. Lips swollen. Walk uneven—subtle, but not to him. She was trying to be discreet, trying to mask the aftermath of a good fucking. That would’ve amused him… if it wasn’t someone else who had given it to her.His jaw clenched, the muscle twitching under the weight of restraint. He didn’t move, didn’t blink. Just watched her. Her fingertips trailed along the gold rail by the staircase. Her dress was different from earlier. Not her choice. Elias had likely brought it in for her.Of course it was Elias. Soft-spoken, painfully polite Elias, with his tender little commands and slow caresses. The kind of Dominant who whispered things like "Good girl" and meant it in a nurtu
Aria could not sleep... Could not think, could not get her mind to wrap around the difference between Cole and Elias. Either way, she knew she needed to go back again. For Elias.Maybe it was her. Maybe it was Elias.Maybe it was the soft way she’d left the last time—barefoot and wrapped in silence, feeling like a balloon Elias had carefully untied instead of popped.She told herself she shouldn’t come again.And then she found herself standing in the lounge, scanning the room for him.Not Cole. Elias. And there he was.In the same seat. Same black slacks. Different shirt—gray this time, sleeves still rolled. His hands were folded in his lap, not clutching a drink, just waiting. When his eyes lifted to hers, he smiled like he already knew she’d show.“Aria,” he said as she approached.“Hi.”She sat before she could think. No games. No small talk.She leaned in. “Can I lie on you tonight?”Elias’s eyes softened.“You can do anything you want.”And that’s how it started. No rules. No r
The next time Aria returned to The Velvet Room, she wasn’t sure why she was there.Cole hadn’t summoned her. Hadn’t left a note, a text, a whisper through staff. And yet… she came anyway.She wore red this time. Tight, elegant. Still no panties. Her body still ached from their last session, but more than that, it remembered him. The weight of his hands. His mouth. His voice.She didn’t know if she wanted more of it, or if she simply didn’t know where else to go.But when she entered the lounge, he wasn’t there.Instead, she was greeted by a soft-spoken woman in a gold corset. Not a handler—something else. She approached quietly, and offered Aria a warm, knowing smile.“Cole isn’t seeing anyone tonight.”Aria’s stomach sank before she could stop herself.“Oh.”“But there’s someone else. He… asked about you.”That surprised her.“Who?”The woman tilted her head toward a booth in the corner. “He’s quiet... A little different, but safe.”Aria hesitated. Then followed her gaze.He sat alon
The moment Aria stepped inside The Velvet Room, her pulse changed. Like her body knew. Like her blood remembered.This was the third time she’d come here, but it was different tonight. She didn’t hesitate at the door.Aria hadn’t even knocked.She didn’t need to.The door to the Velvet Room opened the second her heels touched the top step. The same velvet hallway stretched out before her, rich and red, lit like a secret. But there was no handler this time. No escort. Just the quiet hum of silence… and the pull she felt low in her stomach that told her: he’s here.Cole was waiting. She found out his name from the chatty bouncer outside the club. Everyone else seemed to avoid speaking about him altogether. She hadn’t seen him in days. Not since he left her trembling and ruined on the padded bench. Her body had healed, but her mind? Her heart? They hadn’t stopped circling that moment. That kiss. The softness that came after the surrender.Tonight, she walked into the club with no hesit
Time slowed.Aria didn’t know how long she’d been kneeling. It could have been minutes. Hours. Her thighs were burning. Her back ached from holding still. Her mouth was dry and her skin was flushed all over, burning with want, with exposure, with shame so sweet it bordered on pleasure.But she didn’t move.Not when her knees began to sting.Not when her muscles twitched involuntarily.Not even when she thought she might cry.He just sat there. Watching her. Silent. Sipping his whisky like this was nothing more than a game of chess. She couldn’t read him. Couldn’t even begin to guess what he was thinking.All she knew was that she wanted to please him more than she wanted relief.Then finally—finally—he moved.He stood slowly, setting his glass aside, and walked toward her with measured steps. His shoes stopped just in front of her knees. She didn’t look up until she felt his hand under her chin, tilting her face to his.Her eyes were glassy. She could feel the tears building behind th
Aria swore she wouldn’t come back.Not because she didn’t want to. She did. Desperately. But that was the problem. She’d spent three days feeling like her skin didn’t fit. Nothing soothed the ache between her legs. Not a hot bath. Not her own hands under the covers at night. Not even the memory of his voice saying kneel replaying in her head like a forbidden prayer.She didn’t know his name.He hadn’t touched her beyond a hand in her hair and a ghost of a kiss.And yet…He lived under her skin now.So on the third night, dressed in black again, with no panties and no plan, she took a car back to The Velvet Room.This time, the door opened before she even reached it.A different woman greeted her in the velvet hallway. This one was younger, in leather and lace. Her voice was light when she said, “He’s waiting.”Aria didn’t ask who.She knew.The woman led her deeper into the club—not to the Lounge this time, but down another hallway she hadn’t noticed before. The lighting was darker he







