Club Nocturne Part 1

The neon sign flickered like a warning: CLUB NOCTURNE. A black steel door in a quiet alley, guarded by a man in a suit with eyes that didn’t blink.

Alina shouldn’t have been there.

She didn’t wear latex or heels high enough to make her feel like prey. But she’d been watching him for weeks.

The stranger in the booth.

Every Friday night, he sat in the back of Club Nocturne, drinking untouched, eyes scanning the crowd like he was hunting. He never danced.

He just watched.

Tonight, the woman who usually played it safe, the quiet girl with control, was gone. She wanted something raw, something that would tear through her nerves and leave her burning.

Alina’s skin prickled as the bass vibrated deep into her bones. She moved carefully, trying to remain invisible but somehow unable to look away from the dark corner where he sat.

Tonight, she stepped into his line of sight. Tight black dress, no bra, a heartbeat she could feel in every inch of her skin.

Alina swallowed her nerves and walked closer. Their gazes locked—his cool, assessing; hers, burning with a secret hunger.

She had heard stories about him. The man who controlled the club like a puppeteer, who demanded obedience without question, who left every woman both shattered and craving more. The thought made her heart race with curiosity.

His eyes stayed fixed on hers, steady and intense. It was as if the noise, the flashing lights, the entire club faded away.

Dominic stood up without a word, moving toward her with a smooth and quiet confidence. When he spoke, his voice was low and firm.

“Follow me.”

Her heart skipped. She hesitated, then followed him down the narrow hallway away from the noise.

The door to a private room shut softly behind, muffling the music and chatter. Here, the air was thick with leather and musk, shadows pooling like ink beneath the soft glow of hanging lamps.

“Take off your dress,” Dominic said calmly.

Alina swallowed hard. “Here? Someone could see.”

He smirked. “Good. That’s the point.”

Her hands shook as she pulled down the zipper. The dress slipped off and gathered at her feet. She stood there naked in the warm red light, she felt every nerve come alive.

No panties tonight. She’d taken care of that on purpose, ready to give herself entirely to whatever he demanded.

Dominic's eyes darkened. He approached her, his breath warm against her ear as one hand wrapped around her throat firmly, while the other slid down her body to her inner thigh.

Dominic let out a low, amused chuckle. “No panties tonight?” he murmured, leaning in closer. “You really came ready to behave.”

His fingers traced a slow path over her wet pussy, teasing her. His grip on her throat tightened, igniting a fierce hunger low in her belly.

“I want to hear you beg,” he murmured, his voice rough.

She gasped.

His lips met hers, possessive and hungry. His fingers pushed inside her, slowly curling to find her most sensitive spots.

She moaned, the sound muffled against his lips.

He shifted his hand, pressing firmly against her clit while his fingers moved inside her, in a slow, deep stroke . Her legs trembled as the knot inside her tightened.

His grip on her throat loosened , sliding to up her jaw as he kissed her again, slower now.

“We play by my rules,” he said, his voice low.

“No safe word.”

The warning sent a thrill through her, sharper than any fear.

He ground himself against her. Her hands found his belt, fingers fumbling to free him.

“I want to taste you,” she said. And with that she went on her knees, unzipped his pants and took out his erected cock.

He slips his cock between her lips, which she opens wide to take him all in.

Alina felt him almost buckle at the sensation as he set his hands on either side of her body to steady himself. She reaches back and grabs his hips.

He grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth. Each stroke takes him deeper down her throat. His cock fills her mouth and throat, making her eyes water.

Dominic groaned and kept muttering words.” fuck... Oh my fucking lord."

His breathing hard and ragged, Alina could feel him take back control.

He lifted her effortlessly, legs wrapping around his waist.

Click.

The door creaked open behind them.

Dominic’s jaw tensed. Alina froze and glanced over her shoulder.

A woman stood in the doorway. She wore a violet corset that fit her body, paired with thigh-high boots. Her hair was jet black.

“Dominic,” she purred,“I didn’t expect to find you… breaking in the new girls personally.”

Alina’s hands dropped, the tension in her shoulders flaring into something like humiliation. She pulled her coat tighter, instinctively shielding herself from the stranger’s sharp gaze.

“You weren’t invited, Iris,” Dominic said.

Iris smirked and stepped fully into the room, boots clicking against the black marble floor. “Oh, darling, I don’t wait for invitations in my own club.”

She let her eyes trail over Alina slowly, like she was appraising a new toy on display. “She’s cute, shy. Is that what you’re into now? She doesn’t belong here.”

Alina tensed, but Dominic spoke before she could.

“She came to me,” he said coldly. “That makes her mine.”

The room fell quiet for a bit.

Iris’s smirk twitched. “Possessive tonight, aren’t we?”

She turned back to Alina,“You don’t even know what he is yet. He starts slow—makes you feel like you’re wanted. Then he ruins you.”

Alina didn’t flinch. Her voice was soft, but steady. “Maybe I want to be ruined.”

For a moment, Iris stood there. She gave a small shrug and backed away.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Dominic turned back to Alina, eyes darker than before.

“Now,” he said, voice low, “where were we?”