002 — The Night I Lost My Name

(Ava’s POV)

His hot breath burned against my ear.  

“Don’t you think we need a room?”  

Those words sent a shiver down my spine, like warm oil sliding over my skin. My thighs squeezed together hard. A throb started between my legs, so strong it made my teeth hurt. I tried to speak—Leon, my vows, my promises—but the words stuck in my throat.  

Before I could get them out, his fingers grabbed my wrist tight. Not soft at all. He yanked me hard, and I lost my balance. My heels scraped across the marble floor. The VIP door banged shut behind us, cutting off the loud music and the people outside. The room went dark, except for a red light glowing from a lamp on the wall.  

He pushed me face-first against the cool wall. My hands pressed flat on the wall. 

Before I realized, he smacked my ass. The sting that came with it was what I needed. Heat spread under my skin, rushing right to my clit. I gasped and arched my back without thinking.  

“Fuck me,” I said, the words coming out rough, like a beg and a secret all mixed up together. I couldn't still believe how my body was responding to his actions.

He stopped moving. I felt his body change, Then he laughed in the darkest tone. “Oh, I will. But after.”  

After?  

He turned me around fast, picked me up like I was nothing, and threw me on the bed. The mattress sank under me. Black silk sheets felt cool on my bare skin. I tried to sit up, but his hand pushed flat between my tits and held me down.  

“Stay.”  

Just that one word and my nipples got hard.  

He opened the drawer by the bed and brought out red silk ties came out. My heart pounded in my neck. I should fight him at this point. Kick. Yell Leon’s name until my voice broke out. But instead, I lifted my wrists, giving them to him like I was under a spell.  

He tied me to the headboard.. The knots was so tight that I could never break them. It stretched my arms, and made my tits lift up, and every breath came short. I pulled a little— no give at all. I was stuck and wet between my legs.  

He leaned close, his lips touching my ear. “I’m going to make you want me so bad you’ll beg in words you don’t even know.”  

A shake ran through me. My hips moved on their own, looking for something to rub against. But nothing was there.  

The door opened.  

The blonde girl from before walked in. She had on pants and a bra, her lips puffy from what she did earlier. She didn’t look at me. Just at him.  

He took off his shirt.  

Fuck.  

His muscles were hard and well cut under his skin, with tattoos the club lights hid before. My mouth felt dry. I swallowed loudly.  

She got on her knees.  

Her fingers undid his belt slowly, on purpose. The metal clicked loud in the quiet room. His pants slid down his strong legs. Then his black boxers.  

His cock jumped out—thick, heavy. A drop of wet stuff shone at the tip. My pussy squeezed tight, the ache going all the way to my tight ass.  

She grabbed the base of his prick with her hand. Stroked once. Twice. He didn’t look at her. His eyes stayed locked on mine, hot like fire.  

“Slower,” he said, his voice sounding rough like rocks.  

She did what he said. Her tongue came out and licked the big vein on the bottom of his c*ck. He breathed out sharp through his teeth. I watched her lips open wide around the head, her cheeks suck in as she took more of him. Inch by inch, his cock went into her wet mouth.  

My wrists pulled hard against the ties. The silk rubbed my skin raw. I needed to touch something—my clit, his body, anything to stop the empty ache or relieve it at least.  

He put his fingers in her hair, moving her head. Not hard but in control. Each push of his hips was slow, like he was fucking my eyes instead of her mouth. The wet sounds filled the room—slurping, sucking, her tongue sliding along his length. I could see the spit start to drip from her lips, making his cock shine under the red light.  

“Look at me, Ava.”  

My name from him sounded dirty, wrong in a good way. I couldn’t stop staring. I wondered for a second about how he knew my name but my mind was really busy at the moment.

She made a hum sound deep in her throat. It shook through him—his belly muscles tightened hard. A growl came from his chest. She pushed forward until her nose touched his skin, her throat moving to take all of him. Spit ran down her chin, dripping onto her bra. The smell hit me, mixed with the whiskey on his breath.  

I made a small cry sound. A real whimper, like I was dying for it. My pussy was so wet now, I felt it soak through my panties and onto the sheets. My hips bucked up, but the ties held me down.  

He pulled her off with a loud, wet pop. His cock bounced free, red and mad-looking, covered in her spit. He slapped it on her cheek—once, twice. The smacks were wet and nasty, echoing off the walls. Drops of spit flew off.  

Then he looked right at me.  

I was breathing fast, my chest going up and down. My thighs were wet. The air smelled like my wet pussy now, thick and needy.  

He grabbed his own cock, stroking it slow, his hand sliding easy from all the spit. His eyes never left mine. “Tell me what you want.”  

I opened my mouth. No words. My tongue felt heavy.  

He stepped closer. His cock was right by my face now. Heat came off it like a fire. I smelled her on him—sweet lip stuff.  

“Say it.”  

“Please…” The word finally broke out of me, all shaky and desperate. I was giving in.

“Please what?”  

“Please let me taste you.”  

His smile came slow, and mean. “Not yet.”  

He turned back to the blonde, pushed her head down again. She opened wide and took him fast this time, slurping loud, gagging a little as he hit the back of her throat. His hand gripped her hair tighter. His hips moved sharp—once, twice, three times. Each thrust made her choke softly, her eyes watering, but she kept going. Her tongue swirled around the head every time he pulled back.  

I watched every bit. The way his balls tightened up. The veins on his cock bulging under her lips. The spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth, running down in strings. He breathed heavier, his chest rising really fast. Sweat gleamed on his skin, making the dragon tattoo look alive.  

She sucked harder.. Her hand twisted at the base, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. Wet, sloppy sounds got louder—gluck, gluck, like she was drowning in him. He groaned, his free hand clenching into a fist. “That’s it,” he muttered in his thick voice. “Take it all.”  

Her pace picked up, bobbing fast, her lips red and stretched. Spit dripped onto the floor now, pooling between her knees. I could hear her breathing through her nose, quick and ragged. His hips jerked forward one more time. His eyes shut for a second, head tilting back. His neck muscles stood out like ropes.  

A deep, rough sound ripped from his throat as he came. Thick white cum shot out, filling her mouth. She gulped it down, but some spilled over her tongue, running down her chin in sticky lines. Her eyes looked up at him, hungry, as she swallowed what she could. The rest smeared on her lips.  

He pulled out slowly, his cock still hard, twitching. Cum and spit mixed on it, shining wet. He slapped it across her face again—once, twice, three times. Each hit made a wet smack, spreading the mess over her cheeks. She licked her lips, catching drops.  

Then he turned to me who was still tied up, shaking my wet pussy   

He was right about one thing.  

I ended up wanting him madly.