Chapter 5 First Touch of Pleasure

Thrane's party continued. It seemed that night all the guests were having a lot of fun with bunches of tips that were just spread out. While everyone is still dancing, Iris becomes the target of the scorn of all her coworkers, especially Sherry who is trapped by Marten's savagery.

Some of the invited guests looked at them like a very compatible couple. While not a few sneer about their togetherness.

"You look like you need a drink!" Thrane took Iris' tiny wrist.

Women are like programmed robots. She didn't answer or respond. Her expression was sometimes sad, often flat.

Thrane bought her a margarita because Iris was silent and didn't even open her mouth when the man offered her.

Thrane pulled Iris' hand, who seemed reluctant, to stay by his side. In one jolt, Iris was forced to sit up. Her teeth were clenched together, holding back fatigue and anger.

Her hand reached for the glass and then downed the margarita without pause.

"Wow, you look thirsty, Iris! Want another drink?" said Thrane. Iris was silent and only gave a sinister glance.

"Marten, can you help order a drink for my woman?" Thrane demanded loudly, over the sound of the music.

Marten, who was fondling Sherly suddenly stuttered and had to stop his activities. With a nervous movement, he unzipped his pants and agreed to Thrane's request.

Iris was surprised, then turned to Thrane who winked at her. It seemed that Thrane's position was much higher than Marten's, that old man didn't have any courage to refuse.

Marten looked similar to a waiter as he brought a margarita glass for Iris. He put it on the table and walked away clumsily.

"Mr. Pascale! How was the party tonight?" asked Juarez, greeting back in a friendly manner.

Thrane has given him a fantastic check to close the nightclub. Juarez will want to make sure Thrane is both satisfied and happy!

"I'm getting bored." That answer made Juarez anxious. "Come on, Iris! Let's find some other pleasure!" take Thrane casually.

Iris, who had finished drinking quite a bit, now felt her head starting to get dizzy. Thrane guided her patiently.

"Juarez!" calls Thrane before leaving. The sly director turned his head back. "From this moment on, no one is allowed to touch Iris! She is mine! Do you understand me?"

"U-understood!" Juarez said without denying it. "I'll look after it for you, Mister Pascale!" shouted Juarez, and Thrane continued nonchalantly.

Iris stumbled following Thrane's long steps who were now heading to the room. Impatient, the man's strong hands grabbed Iris' body and carried her without hesitation.

"I ...."

"Shut up and don't move!" Thrane replied in a cold voice. "I know they often treat you like trash! If you want to get a better position, follow all my orders and don't fight back!"

The girl gasped and stared at Thrane in disbelief.

Iris wondered, how did Thrane know about her current situation? She wanted to ask, but her tongue was numb, and her concentration was not focused. She had drunk too much and now the nausea was starting to dominate. Her stomach seemed to be churning.

As she was in Thrane's arms, she smelled a scent that made Iris comfortable. The smell that wafted from the Thrane was very soothing to her mind. The man seemed to protect her from the colony of Marten and Juarez. But was that really what happened, or was it just Iris' feeling?

Iris pushed away from the comfortable feeling and chose not to fall into her imagination of hope. There is no good man who is selfless and does not expect anything from her. Iris was too aware of that. All men are the same and they only want one thing and that is to make love with her!

Once in the room, Thrane threw Iris roughly on the bed.

"Hey, slow down!" Iris felt her head spinning and was dizzy. Her mouth is now ready to vomit all the contents of her stomach.

'As I thought, it was all just a charade and I'm still a slut like everyone else!' Iris thought as if she was thrown back into the abyss of bitter reality.

"Go to the bathroom! Clean up, change clothes, and all that sticks to your body!" Thrane orders.

Iris shuffled off and walked towards the bathroom with staggering steps.

After removing her entrails, she splashed her head and body with warm water from the shower. Slowly, Iris regained her senses. She resigned if that night served Thrane who seemed arrogant, as long as it wasn't Marten. The young man was probably much more civilized than Marten who sometimes asked her to do some disgusting things.

Having finished, Iris opened the closet door and gasped. She found underwear and nightgowns that all fit her size.

Weird coincidence!

Iris put on that outfit with question marks running through her mind. In front of the mirror, she ran her fingers through her hair. Her eyes stared at the reflection of her body which had a perfect shape. 'Unlucky luck,' Iris thought through gritted teeth.

Taking a deep breath, she walked out of the bathroom.

Inwardly, Iris was ready. The routine she had followed for years had become a habit that was no longer scary. It may be better to turn off feelings as well as emotions, as there is no strategy or the best way to get out of the situation right now.

The room is now dark. Iris fumbled for one of the light switches and turned on some of the light fixtures. Iris's brows furrowed when she saw Thrane who was already asleep with soft snoring.

"Hah?" she said, confused.

Thrane was really fast asleep and was wearing only trousers and no shirt. His burly body seemed to be breathing calmly.

Iris crawled onto the bed and slowly pulled the blanket up. Suddenly Thrane, with his eyes still closed, turned, and was now facing Iris.

The woman held her breath and was afraid to wake Thrane. After the sound of regular breathing returned, Iris lay down more relaxed.

She just realized that Thrane was very charming. In a state of sleep, the man looks like an ordinary human. All prestige and great names are not attached to him at this time. Thrane looked like an ordinary man sleeping peacefully, carefree.

"Well, except that chin cleavage really makes him attractive and ... special," Iris muttered half-praising.

Don't know what color his eyes are, but his strong jaw, sharp nose, and the curve of Thrane's lips are so perfectly formed.

For a few moments, Iris was busy assessing and looking at Thrane's face. To imagine that the handsome prince, who was willing to accept Iris as she was, is someone like him. Her logic and conscience screamed in protest and all the delusion evaporated.

***

After sleeping for a while, Iris felt a soft wet touch on her body, accompanied by a warm breath.

When she opened her eyes, Iris found Thrane had partially removed her nightgown. The man was stroking Iris passionately.

Thrane's mouth was now starting to devour the springy hilltop alternately and it made Iris suddenly gasp with a thrilling sensation. Unable to control herself, Iris let out a low sigh.

This was the first time she had felt a touch that could lull her. No one had ever done anything like this before!

The men paying for her in bed never cared whether Iris was enjoying or in pain. They were simply fulfilling a wish that was sometimes painful for Iris.

They should know that women are not that easy to endure forced intimacy. But right now, Thrane was treating Iris with a gentle and voluptuous touch. The woman subconsciously enjoyed and countered Thrane's attack.

Iris wants all the fun Thrane provides and doesn't want the tickling sensation to end!

Thrane lifted his face and looked at Iris with affectionate eyes.

"Tell me if you don't want to continue this," Thrane asked, catching his breath.

Iris gulped nervously from her mouth, embarrassed to admit it.

"I-I...."

Thrane smiled mischievously. Iris's nervousness made Thrane even more eager to fondle her.

The man grabbed Iris' body closer and launched another attack. With passion, Thrane slid his tongue, tracing Iris' beautiful body that was so voluptuous.

One by one their clothes fell off and Thrane was getting more and more eager to feel the pinnacle of pleasure.

Iris let out a wild sigh and crushed Thrane's lips uncontrollably as soon as he entered her body.

The two raced in a fast rhythm and rhythmic beat of pleasure. Iris had never felt so excited about having sex with a man.

That night, Thrane made her scream many times.

The blows of their bodies met, and the pleasure was so thrilling all the nerves of their bodies. Iris followed the swing of Thrane's pounding and continued to press upwards with a groan that excited the man.

When Thrane finally let out a long groan and gripped Iris' hips tightly, their gazes met.

"I hope you enjoy it," whispered Thrane breathlessly.

Iris looked away and pushed Thrane aside. The woman seemed to blush when she realized what had just happened.

But the pleasure was not only momentary. As if dissatisfied, until the early hours of the morning, Thrane took her across the sea of ​​passionate love. The man treated her like a woman he deserved to satisfy!

Thrane disdainfully devoured the cleavage in her groin with lust. His tongue slipped into the slimy hole that made Iris shriek hysterically with pleasure.

While doing her profession in these few years, she could only rely on her fingers to reach the pinnacle of her heaven. But right now, Thrane was taking to the highest heavens and it really shocked Iris!

Iris and Thrane's last long groan ended their game.

Her hands hurriedly grabbed the blankets and half-ran towards the bathroom. Her heart was beating in a strange way! Iris didn't understand, why was the pleasure so intoxicating and made her lulled for a moment? Could she have fallen into the trap of Thrane's lustful passion?