The Exclusive Sex Worker Novel Novels & Stories

His hands pinned her down to the bed in order not to have any room for escape when she wants to. He planned on taking pleasures from her body till he is satisfied, it doesn't matter if it takes the whole night. She was brought in here for a sole purpose and that's to satisfy his sexual needs. To him, she is nothing but a mere sex slave he possessed under him, not his mate. She is nothing close to even being a concubine, his concubine. He positioned himself in her entrance and with no warning, he thrust into her venomously. He wasn't slow, he wasn't thrusting steadily too. Alpha Connor made sure to makes her scream or howl in agony.

Our whores were well taken care of, tested every week for diseases, and were clean but most of them were poverty-stricken women, who had nothing to their names and had chosen this as a last resort because we provided them with a good life and protection under the Costello name. I don't know if they enjoyed this job or not but having sex with a woman who didn't have another option didn't settle well with me. Niko gave me a stern nod and exit the club through the back door. I went to the bar and ordered a whiskey for myself. A woman sat by me, probably the same whore. "What can I do for New York City's only Consigliere?"

TRIGGER WARNING & DISCLAIMER This novel is a dark, anthropological erotica that explores the primal depths of human desire, power, and submission. It is not for the faint of heart. If you are uncomfortable with morally gray characters, intense power dynamics, or explicit scenes that push the boundaries of consent, this is not the book for you. This story contains: • Explicit Erotica – No fade-to-black, just raw, unfiltered passion. • Dark & Dubious Consent – Power struggles, mind games, and moments that blur the lines between pleasure and surrender.

That was all he said before he left Michael who was stunned by what he said. Nexus was already fixing himself when Michael entered the room that is exclusive to him. It has a large bed, two couches, and a small table. Every sex worker who works in the club has an exclusive room where they can entertain their customers. But the customers are also given a chance to take them outside, with their consent, of course, just like what happened to him and that kid last night. “You already have a customer,” Michael informs. “That fast? We just opened.” He said, his forehead furrowed.

My most sort of male sex worker, Darius, already had a middle-aged man bent in front of everyone, railing his bubble butt. No one was even irritated or looked shocked. Here, you were free to do anything you liked. Money bought silence. Victor, my husband's friend, gave me a smile as he spotted me coming his way. He had a wicked glint in his gaze, his eyes fucking me. I dropped onto the large, leather chair beside him, spreading my thighs wide. The shoelace panties dug between my pussy, the string already damp. "Victor. " His gaze dropped between my legs. "Sloane. Looking like you came here to get used. "

He fucked me hard, his hips slapping against my ass while the others watched and stroked themselves. “Fuuuuck, she’s tight,” he grunted. “And so fucking eager.” I moaned loudly, pushing back against him. “Yes, Don Vittorio… fuck me… use your new alliance whore…” One by one, they took their turns. The second don pushed into my ass while I sucked the third. The fourth bent me over the bar and railed me from behind while discussing shipments with Isabella. I was passed around the room like a living centerpiece, fucked on every surface, the couch, the bar, against the windows overlooking the city, even on the large conference table in the corner.

Their relationship was nothing more than a sponsor and an artist, with the main character dutifully warming his bed even without being asked. In one word, this was a fully spicy, abusive arc that won the hearts of many crazy readers and elevated the whole book into one of the top spicy books on the platform! Uea should have been excited. Aside from money, what else was the joy of life? Of course, it was sex. Sterly gave the main character both satisfying sex and money. What else could one desire? But humans were made to be inherently greedy. When they hadn't tasted something, they'd never see it as much, but after tasting it, it would be hard to pretend they hadn't.

* *Ezra's eyes gleam with sadistic delight at your pleas, her movements becoming even more erratic and punishing as she chases her own climax. "Such a good little cockslut, taking it so well," she sneers, her voice strained with the effort of holding back. "But don't think you've earned a reward just yet. We're far from done here." *With a particularly vicious twist of her hips, Ezra drives her cock as deep as it will go, grinding against your cervix as she unleashes a torrent of hot, sticky cum directly into your womb.* "Take it all, you filthy whore," she hisses, her face contorted in a mask of primal lust. "Every last drop belongs inside you, marking you as mine forevermore."

A business contract signed and sealed, finished with a dick. They have a portfolio of women who want to make money for their first sexual experience. All I had to know was which one paid the most. Matthew takes his cut off ten percent, but after that, it varies with the customer. He told me that some girls had sold for over six figures because the demand had been great. He wouldn't accept anything less than ten grand, after all, we were offering something of a lifetime. His clientele were fucking wealthy bastards who enjoy paying for something exclusive.

I felt overwhelmed, struggling to catch my breath as the world around me spun wildly. “Please,” I mumbled, my fist clenched tightly, feeling the weight of my regret from the very beginning. I could have been a good girl and stayed with Lucian; after all, he never pushes me to do anything. All he did was lock me away in one of those rooms. And now, I believe those rooms would be a more appealing choice than being a sex worker. I will never choose to be a sex worker. But do I really have a choice? I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on; it just wasn't helping me at all. The Godfather gripped the knife tightly as the men pulled me nearer, and then he seized my wrist with a firm hold.