Evelyn entered the opulent room, her heels catching briefly on the edge of an incongruous shag rug. The entire space seemed curated solely to flaunt wealth — neon lights flickered behind an imposing rusted chrome sculpture, while a green velvet loveseat sat beneath a haunting oil painting of a screaming face. The mismatched elements clashed, creating a dizzying cacophony of style.
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But Evelyn’s gaze didn’t rest on the extravagant decor. Instead, it landed immediately on Ivan.
He lounged against the extravagant white headboard, naked from the waist down, casually stroking himself as she approached. Usually, scenes like this held no surprises; Ivan and countless paying clients had all been seen naked by her before. This was just another transaction, another fantasy she’d bring to life. Yet now, her breath caught in her throat as the weight of reality sliced through her.
Because Elijah waited silently just beyond the door in the hallway. He would hear everything – if he stayed.
Noticing her moment of hesitation, Ivan smirked and tightened his grip on himself. “Is he settled out there?” he asked. Evelyn said nothing.
He snapped his fingers sharply, gesturing to the bed. “Come over here and suck me,” he commanded loudly, ensuring his voice carried for Elijah’s ears. A knot tightened in Evelyn’s stomach. This time it was different. Ivan was an easy mark, one she usually enjoyed draining, but now tension coiled within her like a taut wire stretching between guilt and desire.
Perhaps lingering longer than she realized, her stillness earned a sharper snap of Ivan’s fingers. “Hey. You still with me? Get the fuck over here.”
Summoning a practiced, teasing smile, Evelyn slid her fingers inside the damp waistband of her underwear, slowly peeling them off. “Can’t give it to you too easily, can I?” she purred.
Ivan scoffed, stroking himself harder. “Always with the fucking games.”
She let her soaked panties fall, bare feet kissing the cold wood floor as she stepped free. A glance cast towards the hallway revealed silence — Elijah was either watching quietly or had slipped away.
A delicious shiver traveled up Evelyn’s spine, arousal quickening her heartbeat. It would be simpler if he left, predictable even, allowing her to return to whatever normal meant. Yet deep inside, she secretly hoped he stayed.
Her palms traced slow, teasing paths along her thighs as she climbed onto the bed. Eyes locked onto Ivan’s as she crawled forward, knees sinking into the mattress, fingers trailing to his thick shaft just beneath his cock. She kissed and licked his throbbing tip gently, eliciting a low moan as Ivan’s head tilted back in pleasure.
He’s just a mark.
He will never truly have me.
Imagine it’s Elijah.
Taking him into her mouth with one fluid motion, she felt her throat tighten on his length. Gagging just enough to please, she swallowed him deeply as Ivan’s pace quickened. His hand cradled her head, urging her rhythm, and she worked every trick she knew—popping lips, tender kisses on the shaft’s side, both hands grasping him as she sucked vigorously.
Her efforts were all to make him climax swiftly. He needed to finish quickly.
Soon, Ivan’s hips jerked violently. She gagged as he pushed fully inside her mouth, then pulled free slowly, strings of saliva clinging between them. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, trembling hands betraying the thrill spreading through her.
“Fuck, I didn’t know you missed me that much,” Ivan laughed, grabbing a handful of her hair and slapping his cock against her cheek. Then, drawing her upright, he pressed himself between her thighs, rubbing against her slickening folds.
Evelyn closed her eyes, stifling moans as Ivan thrust steadily, gripping her ass against his toned frame. “I hope he’s fucking listening,” he growled. “I want him to hear everything I’m about to do to you.”
Burying her face in his chest, Evelyn clenched her teeth, feeling the head of his cock tease her clitoris. His hands slid up to her waist, gaze hungry and urgent.
“Turn around,” Ivan commanded, voice thick with raw desire.
She obeyed, pivoting slowly, pressing her ass into his pelvis as he pushed her onto the bed. Her palms flattened the mattress, spine arched, hair tumbling over shoulders in ebony waves. Ivan stood behind her, cock slick and poised as he slid between her cheeks before sinking inside.
The sensation stole her breath — he brushed deep against her cervix.
Don’t moan.
Ivan’s thrusts grew harder and deeper, each powerful stroke pressing Evelyn further onto the bed, breasts flattened against the sheets. The staccato sound of skin meeting skin echoed. Evelyn bit her lip, fighting the pleasure burning through her as she stole a glance toward the hallway — empty and hushed.
Had Elijah left? Would he stay?
Trying to hurry Ivan’s climax, Evelyn began to move against him, hips grinding in sync.
SLAP. Ivan’s palm cracked sharply across her ass, leaving a fiery sting. A gasp escaped her lips, pain and delight colliding.
He seized her hair again, yanking her head back and claiming her mouth in a harsh, possessive kiss. Tongues tangled, breath swallowed, before he forced her face down into the pillows.
“Make some fucking noise,” he demanded.
A part of Evelyn longed to be heard — to admit her desire, to confess she’d invited Elijah to witness this, to let him know just how wet and wild she’d become beneath another man’s touch.
So she moaned freely, shamelessly, her voice carrying into the silence beyond.
“Good girl,” Ivan purred.
The night turned a blur from there — Ivan flipped her onto her back, hands spreading her thighs wide, slamming into her relentless and deep. Her breath caught with every brutal stroke.
Dragging her to the wall, Ivan spun her around and drove himself into her from behind, her hands pressed flat against the cool painted surface, cheek flushed as her body jolted with his relentless rhythm.
Elijah’s face blurred behind Evelyn’s closed eyes — the way he touched her neck, gripped her hips, whispered his need. She thrust back, moaning, calling for him silently.
“That’s right, you fucking slut!” Ivan growled, pounding into her with raw ferocity, legs shaking beneath the assault.
Edging closer to climax, the storm of humiliation and desire swirled inside Evelyn. She clenched her jaw, mid-thrust Ivan hauled her back to the bed, face pressed into the blankets, arching high as he lined up and entered her anew with a guttural groan.
The angle took her breath away — here she was, giving herself completely, doing things no ordinary woman would for the man she truly wanted.
She remembered Elijah, perfect and patient from their first dinner — the genuine interest in his eyes, his calm acceptance of all she was.
Now, he sat outside the door — listening as Ivan claimed her body.
The thought of facing an empty hallway afterward felt like a waking nightmare.
Ivan’s relentless thrusts pounded her cervix, blurring pain and pleasure as Evelyn gripped the sheets tight. Then with one final push, her body shattered in orgasm, her lips parted in aching moans pressed against the sheets.
She hated how good it felt. She hated how much she didn’t want it to end.
When Ivan rolled her over, touching and kissing her with growing hunger, Evelyn surrendered fully — trembling, slick, aching.
“Say my name,” Ivan growled between brutal thrusts.
She looked up but remained silent.
His pace quickened, bed frame crashing against the wall. Her cry of pleasure pierced the room.
“Say it, or you don’t get paid.”
Though the threat was false, Evelyn longed for it to be over. “Fuck, Ivan!” she gasped, breathless and sultry.
“Say you want me to cum inside you,” he pressed, voice low and demanding.
The words ignited adrenaline rushing through her veins.
“I want you to cum in me! Give it to me, Ivan!”
His thrusts became frantic and possessive as he drove deep, muscles taut and trembling. A guttural moan escaped him as he spilled inside her, filling her completely.
Collapsed atop her, Ivan held her close, both breathing hard. His warmth against her slick skin grounded her amidst the whirlwind of sensations.
Normally abrupt and brisk when finished, tonight Ivan drew her into a tight embrace — a silent claim of possession, made even more potent by Elijah’s unseen presence.
The weight of the moment pressed on Evelyn like a storm. After minutes that felt too long, she shifted beneath him, whispering, “I should go.”
Ivan didn’t reply, but tightened his grip and pressed a kiss onto her shoulder.
“I didn’t say we’re done,” he murmured, fingers sliding between her thighs to tease her sensitive clit.
A breathless moan escaped her as his mouth found hers again, swallowing every sound. Yet her thoughts remained fixed on Elijah, and whether he was still waiting, listening, watching.