My head spins as the elevator shoots skyward, each floor ticking by in a blur of golden numbers that swim before my unfocused eyes.
"Almost there," she whispers, her fingers tracing circles on my lower back. Her touch sends electricity through me despite my alcohol-dulled senses.
I nod, trying to look composed even as the elevator walls seem to pulse around me. I've been tipsy before, sure, but this is different. This is my first time being genuinely drunk, and it's equal parts terrifying and liberating. My limbs feel disconnected from my brain, my thoughts syrupy and slow.
The elevator chimes as we reach our destination, and Selena guides me down a hallway that seems to stretch forever. Her arm is around my waist now, supporting me as I try not to stumble. I'm vaguely aware that I should be more afraid, this woman literally owned me as property a few weeks ago, but the wine has washed away my fear, replacing it with a buzzing, reckless courage.
"Here we are," she announces, producing a key card from her purse. The door swings open to reveal a suite that's bigger than my aunt's entire apartment back in Boston.
I barely have time to register the opulence, the floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city lights, the massive bed with its mountain of pillows, before Selena's hands are all over me. The door hasn't even clicked shut behind us when her lips crash against mine, hungry and demanding.
"Mmph," I manage, caught off guard by her eagerness. Her kiss tastes like expensive wine.
I stumble backward a step, my back hitting the wall as Selena presses against me. Her fingers work at my tie, loosening it while her mouth never leaves mine. There's an urgency to her movements that surprises me. At the restaurant, she was all cool control, but here in private, something else has taken over.
"I've been thinking about this since I saw that stream," she breathes against my lips. "You were so Insatiable."
Despite my drunken state, I remember why I'm here. This is a job. I'm being rented out, and I need to perform well enough that she doesn't report back negatively to Irina. The thought sobers me slightly, bringing a flash of clarity through the alcoholic haze.
I kiss her back with renewed purpose, my hands finding her waist as I try to match her intensity. My movements are clumsy, uncoordinated, but what I lack in precision I make up for in eagerness. I pour everything into the kiss, trying to be the enthusiastic boy she saw on camera.
Selena's hands make quick work of my clothes, fingers deftly unbuttoning my shirt while I fumble with her blouse. The alcohol makes everything harder than it should be, but somehow we manage to shed our clothing in record time, pieces dropping to the floor in a scattered trail leading to the bed.
She pulls away from me, backing toward the massive bed. The city lights streaming through the windows paint her body in shades of blue and gold. She's older than Irina, but her body is incredible, toned and confident. Her tan skin glows in the half-light, and those green eyes never leave mine as she settles on the edge of the mattress.
"Come here," she commands, her voice husky with desire as she spreads her legs wide.
I can't help comparing her to Irina, it's inevitable, but there's something magnetic about Selena that draws me forward. She's not as conventionally perfect as my Russian owner, but there's a raw sensuality to her that's undeniable.
"I want to feel that tongue of yours," she says, leaning back on her elbows. Her fingers trace down her stomach before spreading herself open for me. "Come have a taste, Matthew."
I drop to my knees without hesitation, the plush carpet cushioning my descent. The wine has made me bold, washing away any nervousness I might have felt. I place my hands on her thighs, feeling the warmth of her skin as I lean in.
The first stroke of my tongue makes her gasp. I take that as encouragement, diving in with the same eagerness I showed Irina. There's no technique to what I'm doing, just pure enthusiasm as I explore her with my mouth.
"Dios mío," she breathes, one hand finding my hair. Her fingers tangle in my locks, guiding me to where she wants me most.
I follow her lead, focusing my attention where she directs. Each moan, each twitch of her thighs gives me feedback that I use to adjust my approach. I might be inexperienced, but I'm a fast learner.
"Just like that," she encourages. "Right there."
There's something intoxicating about the way she responds to me. Despite everything, the circumstances of our meeting, the power imbalance between us, in this moment, I have a kind of control. Her pleasure is in my hands, or rather, my mouth.
Her thighs suddenly clamp around my head, trembling as she approaches the edge. Then she yanks me up by my hair, the sudden movement making my head spin even more.
"Enough," she pants, her voice thick with need. "I want you inside me. Now."
She flips onto her back in one fluid motion, pulling me on top of her with surprising strength. Her hands find my hips, positioning me between her legs with an urgency that leaves no room for hesitation. My erection brushes against her wetness, the contact sending electric pulses up my spine.
"Do it," she commands, her green eyes locked on mine.
I push forward, sliding into her with one smooth thrust. The sensation is overwhelming, hot, tight, perfect. A moan escapes my lips as I'm enveloped completely.
But what happens next catches me completely off guard. The moment I'm fully inside her, Selena's entire body convulses. Her back arches off the mattress, eyes flying wide open as a powerful orgasm rips through her without warning. Her inner muscles clench around me in rhythmic waves, her mouth open in a silent scream.
What strikes me most is the expression that crosses her face, pure shock followed by what can only be described as embarrassment. Her cheeks flush dark red, visible even in the dim hotel lighting, as if her body has betrayed some carefully guarded secret.
"I…" she starts, then stops, clearly at a loss for words.
"I'm not cumming," she gasps, even as her body tells a completely different story.
I feel bewildered by the contradiction between her words and what's obviously happening to her body. Her inner muscles are still pulsing around me rhythmically, her thighs quivering against my hips.
"Um..." I start thrusting experimentally, completely confused by what's happening. "Are you okay?"
She looks like an absolute mess beneath me, hair splayed across the pillows, eyes unfocused, cheeks flushed dark with what I'm now realizing might be shame rather than just arousal.
"Don't you dare..." she begins, but her words dissolve into another groan as a fresh wave of pleasure seems to crash through her. Her eyes roll back slightly, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I immediately stop moving, worried I've done something wrong. "Do you want me to stop?" I ask, genuinely concerned now.
Her hands fly to my hips, gripping me with surprising strength. "No!" she practically growls, pulling me deeper. Her eyes snap open, suddenly focused and intense despite the tremors still running through her body. "Don't tell anyone I came that fast," she demands, staring up at me with an intensity that cuts through my drunken haze. "Ever."
I blink down at her, processing this strange request as she starts moving her hips against mine, encouraging me to continue. So I do, finding a rhythm that has her gasping again.
"Okay?" I say uncertainly, not fully understanding why this is such a big deal but sensing it matters tremendously to her.
"Harder," she commands, her accent thickening with each thrust. "Make me forget this embarrassment."
I comply, driving into her with renewed vigor. My hands find grip on the mattress as I increase my pace, watching her face transform with pleasure.
"That's it," she encourages, her earlier mortification giving way to something hungrier. "Show me what Irina's been keeping to herself."
The mention of Irina sends an unexpected pang through my chest. I push the feeling aside, focusing instead on the physical sensations, on making this good enough to be worth it.
A sobering thought suddenly crashes through my alcohol-addled brain.
"Oh shit," I blurt out, "what about protection? A condom?"
My hips slow as panic sets in. Irina never gave me any specific rules about this situation. Is this normal? Expected? I have no idea what the protocol is when you're being rented out to someone.
Selena shakes her head violently, her eyes flashing with irritation. "Shut up," she hisses, yanking me down by the back of my neck.
Her mouth captures mine in a bruising kiss that silences any further protests. Her teeth nip at my bottom lip, demanding rather than asking for my compliance.
Message received. I start moving again, pumping harder than before. The force of my thrusts pushes her up the mattress, the sheets bunching beneath her back. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper with each thrust.
"Yes," she gasps against my lips. "Just like that."
Her body starts trembling again, those inner muscles clenching around me in rhythmic waves. She's cumming again, her second orgasm crashing through her. This time she doesn't try to deny it, just surrenders to the pleasure with a series of breathless moans.
Her pleasure is contagious, setting off my own release. The pressure that's been building explodes through me, and I cry out.
"Where should I…" I gasp, barely able to form words as the sensation overwhelms me.
Selena's eyes lock with mine, a wicked smile spreading across her face despite her own ecstasy. "Inside," she pants. "Of course."
Her permission sends me over the edge. I explode inside her, emptying every last drop of myself as pleasure rips through my entire body. I'm pulsing so hard I see stars behind my eyelids, my muscles tensing as I pour myself into her completely. The sensation is so intense I nearly collapse on top of her.
"Holy shit," I gasp, my arms trembling as I hold myself up.
Selena looks up at me with half-lidded eyes, a satisfied smirk playing across her lips. She reaches up to stroke my face, her touch surprisingly gentle.
"Not bad for a soccer failure," she purrs.
I flush under her touch, still trying to catch my breath. She pulls me down beside her, one arm snaking around my waist as she turns to face me. Our bodies press together, skin against skin, her warmth seeping into me.
Selena cups my cheek in her palm, her thumb brushing across my cheekbone.
"I've got you for all night, baby," she whispers, her lips curving into a smile that's both predatory and pleased. "And we're just getting started."