Club Nocturne: Part 2

The door clicked shut.

Alina stood frozen, her coat still half draped over her arms. Her skin was hot despite the chill that slipped through the room. She didn’t know who Iris was exactly, but she knew enough: powerful, uninvited, and clearly once close to Julien.

Julien didn’t move. He simply looked at her.

“Don’t let her get in your head,” he said

“She knew you,” Alina murmured.

He nodded. “This place attracts people who want control.”

His steps were slow as he approached her. “You still want to be here?”

Her breath shook, but her answer was steady. “Yes.”

“Then drop the coat.”

She obeyed

“Eyes on me,” he said softly. “Always.”

Julien reached to the side and picked up a silk ribbon. He moved behind her, blindfolding her.

She felt his hands settle on her waist.

“Kneel,” he said, voice low.

Alina sank slowly to her knees, her hands resting on her thighs.

His hand wrapped around her neck., “Good girl.”

The blindfold made everything sharper.

“Hands behind you.”

She gasped softly as cool leather cuffs encircled them.

Julien’s voice was low,“You’re going to sit perfectly still. You’ll feel everything more that way.”

Then his fingers touched her mouth.

Just one finger, tracing the edge of her lips before slipping inside.

Her tongue met it instinctively, suckling lightly.

“Good girl,” he said.

Then his hand moved slowly between her breasts, tracing along her stomach to her opening.

She was wet already.

“You’ve been waiting for this?” he asked.

“Yes,” she gasped.

He spread her legs wider.

“Say what you want.”

“You.”

“No,” he corrected. “Be specific.”

“I want your fingers,” she said, breathless. “I want your cock, i want you please .”

The words felt foreign and hot on her tongue.

She heard the quiet sound of him kneeling .

Her knees trembled as his mouth found her wet opening, pinching her clit as he fingered her.

She moaned loudly

Julien groaned against her. “Stay still.”

He kept her on the edge.

Her body trembled with each touch, hands twitching in the cuffs, breath coming hard and fast.

“I’m close,” she whispered

He stopped.

“Not yet,” he said softly

His fingered her until she was shaking.

“I’m close,” she said.

He stopped.

“Not yet.”

He rose, unbuckling his belt.

She heard the sound of a condom tearing, then felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.

He entered her with a deep thrust that made her cry out.

He held her hips and began to move hard and steady.

“You feel that?” Julien growled. “That’s how you know you’re mine.”

She moaned, nearly crying.

His hand slid into her hair, tugging her head back. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped.

“Again.”

“I’m yours.”

He thrusted deeper.

“You don’t get to cum until I say.”

Every stroke took her closer.

Her hips moved back against him without permission, desperate to feel all of him.

His hand curved around her throat not choking, just holding and he slowed his thrusts, hips grinding against her.

“Beg,” he said.

“Please.”

“For what?”

“Let me cum,” she breathed. “Please, Julien, Please ”

“Now.”

Her orgasm shattered through her.

She screamed, shaking as wave after wave of pleasure broke through her.

Julien followed with a groan, thrusting deep, as he came.

His breath was warm against her neck.

He removed the blindfold .

Julien was in front of her, his eyes softer and unreadable.

He reached down and removed the cuffs. His fingers stayed at her wrists, tracing gently where the leather had pressed.

“You were perfect,” he said.

Alina blinked up at him.

“I’m not done with you,” he said, “But tonight was the beginning.”

“The beginning of what?” she asked softly.

“Of me showing you what it means to be truly wanted,” he said.