Club Nocturne: Part 3

Alina’s legs still shook as Julien helped stand up. Her body was aching and her breath uneven.

She expected him to pull away, to return to the cold mask he wore when she first arrived. But instead, he stayed close, his fingers brushing the curve of her hip in a soft touch.

“You’re not done,” he said quietly.

“What do you mean?” She asked

Julien’s eyes darkened“This room was your beginning. But Nocturne is not for secrets.

She swallowed. “You want them to see?”

“No,” he said. “I want you to let them.”

Her lips parted but no word came out.

Different thoughts ran through her mind but deep down she felt that same need she had felt the moment she stepped inside the club.

The need to be seen and claimed.

Julien lifted her chin. “You can say no. But if you want more then you come with me ”

Alina hesitated for only a second.

Then she nodded.

He took her hand and led her back in.

The music was louder now.

Her heels clicked against the floors, but no one turned to look.

Not yet.

They moved past velvet curtains, couples pressed in the shadow, figures kneeling at the feet of their masters. She felt their energy brush her skin, pleasure and punishment on full display.

No shame.

No fear.

Julien sank into a chair.

Not a word spoken, Just expectation.

Alina stood in front of him, pulse racing.

“Strip,” he said.

She obeyed.

One button at a time, she undressed.

Her coat slipped down her arms and pooled around her feet, then the lace, the heels until she stood completely bare.

People began to notice.

She could feel eyes on her as they watched.

Julien leaned back, one arm resting over the chair, “Kneel.”

Alina dropped to her knees, her skin hot with need

Julien’s hand slid into her hair.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he murmured.

From the side table, he picked up a small box and opened it, inside was a silver collar.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she whispered .

He buckled the collar around her neck, the cool metal sending a shiver through her body.

Then he stood.

“Turn.”

She turned slowly facing the room. Julien stepped behind her, he leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear.

“You’re not here to perform,” he said. “You’re here to feel and they are here to witness what it means to be mine.”

Her lips parted.

Julien’s hand slid between her thighs, two fingers teasing her already.

She moaned

He didn’t stop.

She tried to stay still, but her hips twitched with each thrust as his fingers slid inside her steady and slow. Her knees widened for him.

Her moans were soft.

She saw them watching, some with quiet curiosity, some either hunger in their eyes, others with envy in their eyes. But she didn’t care because Julien hadn’t looked away from her once.

“You are wet already ,” he said softly. “You want to be fucked in front of them, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said. “Please.”

He stepped away, unbuckling his belt.

When he returned, he pulled her up and positioned her on all fours . The leather was cool against her skin.

He didn’t tease this time.

Julien thrusted into her hard and deep.

Alina gasped, the stretch familiar now, but sharper under the gaze of strangers.

He held her hips and began to move.

Her moans spilled into the room raw and shameless.

Eyes followed her.

She felt their stares and somehow, it made her wetter.

“You want them to see how good I fuck you?” Julien asked

“Yes,” she moaned out

He reached forward, tugged her head back by the collar. Her back arched beautifully.

“Then show them,” he growled.

Her climax built fast.

The cum with a scream, her whole body pulsing around him.

But Julien didn’t stop.

He chased his own release, fucking her rougher, until he groaned aloud filling her up with his cum.

She collapsed into his arms. He gathered her without a word, lifting her into his lap as the crowd slowly turned away, returning to their own desires.

No one applauded.

This wasn’t a performance.

This was ownership.

Julien stroked her hair, his voice low. “You were so hot.”

Alina rested her head on his chest, heart still racing.

Something in her had changed.

Something that couldn’t be undone.

She wasn’t shy anymore.

She wanted more.

And for the first time, so did he.