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Valentina Reyes

The sheets were cool against my skin, but my body was still humming restless, like the city outside the window refused to let me settle. I lay curled on my side in my red dress knees drawn up, the blanket pulled high. The room smelled faintly of steak and red wine, a reminder of the meal I’d just devoured like someone might take it away any second. King bed. Soft pillows. No rats. No sirens right in my ear. It felt wrong. Too good. Too temporary.I stared at the ceiling, the faint glow from the city lights casting long shadows that moved like they were breathing. My hand rested on my stomach, fingers absently tracing circles.

The black card lay on the nightstand beside the empty wine glass, matte surface catching the light like it was watching me back.The burner buzzed again. Rosa.You sure you’re good for tomorrow? High roller. Quiet type. Pays extra for control play. Your favorite.I stared at the screen. Control play. Masks. Power. The things that usually made me feel alive instead of invisible.Tonight, though… tonight felt different.My thumb hovered. I typed slowly.Can’t tomorrow. Personal stuff. Family matter. Tell him I’m sorry.I hit send before I could overthink it.Rosa’s reply came fast 

You okay, mija? Need anything?I swallowed. Typed 

Fine. Just need a night. I’ll make it up next week.Three dots danced. Then she replied 

Okay. Take care. Call if you need me.I set the phone face down. Exhaled.No club tomorrow. No mask. No pretending to be in charge of rich men who thought they owned the world.Just me.And this card.And one more night to pretend I wasn’t going to get caught.

I rolled onto my back, hand slipping under the dress. The dress was soft against my fingertips as I pushed lower. My pussy was still wet from earlier hot, swollen, needy. I circled my clit slow, letting the pressure build.

The fantasy came unbidden strong hands pinning my wrists above my head. A low voice in my ear. “You stole from me. Now you pay.”I bit my lip. Fingers dipping inside, pumping once, twice. Wetness coating my hand. I imagined being bent over this very bed, dress yanked down to my knees, ass in the air. A wide palm cracking across my ass cheeks sharp, stinging, leaving heat blooming on my skin. Another smack. Harder. My pussy clenching with each hit. “Count,” the voice would growl. “One.

Thank you.”I’d whimper. “Two… thank you.”Three. Four. Five. My ass red, burning, pussy dripping down my thighs. Then fingers thick and rough pushing inside me from behind. Stretching. Filling. Fucking me slow while the spanking continued. “Beg for forgiveness,” he’d say.

“Please… I’m sorry… I’ll do anything…”I came with a choked moan, pussy pulsing around my fingers, wetness soaking the dress. My back arched off the mattress, breasts straining against the dress. When the aftershocks faded I lay there panting, hand still between my legs.

The room was still too quiet.But for the first time in a long time, the silence didn’t feel so lonely.It felt like anticipation.

 

Alessandro Rossi

The live feed from the hallway outside Room 407 hadn’t moved in forty minutes. Door  was closed. No sound. No light under the threshold.I sat in the dark of my office, laptop open, second screen frozen on the boutique exit footage. Her in jeans and hoodie, bags swinging from her hands. The denim stretched tight over her round ass with every step. The hoodie rode up just enough to show a sliver of golden skin at her waist. Full breasts shifting under the fabric. Red lips curved in that private, victorious smile.My dick was already hard and thick, throbbing against my trousers. I unzipped without hesitation. Wrapped my hand around the base.i Stroked once slow, deliberate. Eyes locked on her ass in the frozen frame.I pictured her in that room right now.Jeans shoved down to her knees. Hoodie rucked up to her armpits. Bent over the foot of the bed,her ass high and cheeks spread.

My palm coming down hard. The crack of skin on skin. Watching the flesh jiggle, bloom pink, then red. Her gasp high, surprised and needy.“Count,” I’d growl, voice low and dangerous. “One.”Smack. Harder. “Thank you.”Another. “Two. Thank you.”I’d keep going until her ass was glowing, handprints overlapping, heat radiating off her skin. She’d be dripping pussy wet and swollen for me, glistening down her thighs. I’d rub the head of my dick along her pussy teasing her entrance, coating myself in her wetness. “You stole from me,” I’d say. “This is what thieves get.”She’d whimper. “I’m sorry… please…”“Not yet.”I’d spank her again rhythmic, punishing while I pushed inside her. One brutal thrust. Her pussy clenching around my dick, tight and hot and perfect. Fucking her hard, hand coming down between strokes. “Beg for forgiveness.”“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I’ll do anything…”I’d pull out. Flip her onto her back. Bind her wrists above her head with my tie and Spread her thighs wide. Eat her pussy slow my tongue circling her clit, sucking hard, fingers curling inside her until she screamed.

Then I’d slide back in deep, relentless making her take every inch while I whispered filth against her ear.“You’ll come when I say. You’ll beg when I say. You’ll belong to me when I say.”My hand moved faster on my dick. Thumb swiping over the head, spreading pre cum. The image sharpened her round ass bouncing with every slam, red from my punishment, pussy pulsing around my dick as she came screaming, shaking, begging for more. For forgiveness. For me.I came hard thick cum spilling over my fist, stomach clenching, breath ragged. Her frozen image on the screen ass curved in denim burned behind my eyelids.

I cleaned up. Breathing steadying.Then I leaned forward. Hit play on the boutique clip again.She was spending my money.Sleeping in my city.Wearing clothes that I paid for.And she had no idea I was watching.No idea that the man whose wallet she stole was already obsessed with her round ass, her full lips, the way she moved like she owned the shadows.No idea that I was planning exactly how I’d punish her when I caught her.I closed the laptop.Tomorrow I would tighten the net.Tomorrow she would feel the eyes on her.And when she finally realized who was hunting her…She would run.Or she would beg.Either way she was mine.

 

Valentina Reyes

Morning came soft and golden.Sunlight slipped through the curtains in thin, warm ribbons. For once I didn’t wake to sirens or cold concrete. I woke to clean sheets, a full stomach, and the faint smell of last night’s wine still lingering on the air. My body felt… rested. Actually rested. No ache in my lower back. No crick in my neck. I stretched like a cat, arms over my head, toes pointed, A small, surprised laugh escaped me.“Damn,” I whispered to the empty room. “This is what sleeping feels like.”I lay there a minute longer, just breathing. No rush. No one banging on a door. No hunger clawing at my ribs. I felt light like I could float right out of this bed if I wanted to.Eventually I rolled out, padded barefoot to the bathroom. The shower was heaven hot water that didn’t run out after two minutes, thick steam, hotel soap that smelled like expensive oranges.

I stood under the spray until my skin turned pink, washing my hair twice, letting the suds slide down my breasts, my stomach and between my thighs. When I stepped out, the mirror was fogged. I wiped a circle with my palm and looked at myself.Eyes bright. Cheeks flushed. Full lips still a little swollen from biting them last night. I smiled real this time.I dug through the bags. Chose the emerald dress soft jersey, deep V neck, clinging to every curve without being obscene. Slipped it on. No bra. No panties. Just the dress and the new heels.

The fabric kissed my skin with every move. I felt brand new. Like someone who belonged in places with doormen and chandeliers.I grabbed the black card, a few bills for backup, and headed out.The lobby smelled like coffee and fresh flowers. The doorman nodded. “Good morning, miss.”“Morning,” I said back, actually smiling.Outside, Midtown was waking up. Delivery trucks idling, office workers rushing, the smell of fresh bagels and exhaust mixing in the air. I bought coffee from a corner cart ,black, two sugars and a plain bagel. Ate while walking, feeling light, almost giddy. The emerald dress swished against my thighs. Heads turned. I didn’t mind today.I let my feet carry me past the boutique, past the pawn shop, past the crowds I used to hunt in. Today I wasn’t lifting. Today I was spending.

I turned down a quieter street near Bryant Park. Window displays glittering with clothes I’d never buy. Jewelry. Shoes. Then I passed a small toddler store bright colors, soft toys in the window, everything clean and new and impossible.I stopped.A fluffy blue elephant sat in the center of the display. Big ears, tiny trunk curled, black button eyes shining. It looked soft enough to hug. Safe. Loved.My throat closed.I stared at it until my vision blurred.My hand pressed against the glass cold, unyielding.“Lo siento,” I whispered, voice cracking. “No tuve opción. Te amé… te amo todavía… y siempre te amaré.”I’m sorry. I had no choice. I loved you… I still do… and I will forever love you.The words tasted like salt. Like blood.My chest cracked open tiny sharp pieces lodging deeper than before.

I stood there longer than I should have. Heart splintering again, quietly, invisibly.Then I forced myself to move. One step. Another. The elephant stayed behind the glass perfect, untouched, everything I couldn’t give.My burner was in my pocket. I reached for it Then I pulled it out.i dialled An unsaved number. Colombian prefix. I knew it by heart.My thumb hovered. Then pressed call.It rang twice.A woman’s voice answered cold, familiar, cruel.“¿Qué quieres?”My mouth went dry. “¿Cómo está él?”Silence. Then a bitter laugh.“Why do you care?” she spat. “He doesn’t even need you. Filthy good for nothing bitch.”Click.The line went dead.I stood frozen in the middle of the sidewalk.People flowed around me like water around a rock.My hand shook. The coffee cup crumpled slightly in my grip.I looked back toward the toddler store.The blue elephant was still there.I turned away.And kept walking.