Chapter 3 3.

He opened a door.

It wasn't a bedroom, not exactly. It was a private chamber dressed in shadows. Dim lights kissed velvet walls. A chaise lounge sat in the corner beside a bottle of champagne. The air was heavy with scent of musk, candle wax, something darker.

"Rules," he said, turning to face her. "There are three."

She swallowed. "Tell me."

He walked round her slowly, never touching, just letting his presence to be felt by her.

"One," he whispered, "no names. You don't know me. I don't know you."

"Okay."

"Two. No limits. Unless you say otherwise, I take full control."

Nina's thighs pressed together slightly.

"And three. No questions. What happens here, stays here. Agreed?"

She nodded her head.

He stepped closer, brushing a finger under her chin and lifting her face to his. "Say it."

"I agree."

The mask couldn't hide the way her lips trembled with need.

"Good," he murmured. "Take off your shoes."

She obeyed, slowly, heels clicking to the floor. His eyes never left her.

"Turn around."

She turned, heart pounding. She could hear his breath behind her.

Then the softest whisper of fingers unzipping her dress.

The fabric fell like water exposing her cupped cleavages.

She stood in nothing but the mask, her breath shallow.

X exhaled slowly. "Beautiful."

He stepped in close. She could feel the heat of his body, the sharpness of his breath at her neck. Still, he didn't touch her.

"I won't rush," he said lowly. "You'll beg first."

Nina shivered at his words as she bit her lower lip.

His gloved hand finally touched the curve of her hip, slow and intentional. She shivered.

"I want to know what makes you tremble," he whispered. "What makes you moan. And what breaks you."

Her lips parted, breath hitching.

He kissed the side of her neck, not soft. Possessive. Firm.

Her knees buckled.

"I'll teach your body," he said, "until it forgets everything but my hands."

She leaned into him as his mouth moved over her shoulder, down her spine.

Her body arched.

And the night began.

Nina didn't know when he lifted her up, only that one moment she was standing, and the next, her back was on a cool silk. The chaise under her held her so close.

X knelt beside her. His gloved hands went to her thighs as he separated them with a quiet move that made her tremble.

Then he stopped.

"Before I continue," he said with a low but clear voice, "you will need to understand something."

She blinked, confused. "What?"

"This isn't just sex. This is surrender. I'm not here to hurt you but I'mm here to free you from your desire but I need you to let go of your hesitation. Completely."

Her voice was barely audible. "I already have."

He smiled faintly as he stood and walked over to a darkened drawer near the wall.

Nina turned her head as her heart pounded heavily. From the drawer, he pulled out a length of black silk, smooth and thick like satin material and a small blindfold, just as classy as her mask.

He returned with quiet authority. The dim light caught on the items in his hand, not threatening, but deeply intimate.

"Color system," he said calmly. "Green means 'more.' Yellow means 'pause.' Red means 'stop.'"

Nina nodded.

"What's your safe word?"

Her lips parted. "Glass."

He moved his head. "Interesting."

He moved behind her, moving her hair to a side as he tied the blindfold gently over her eyes.

Darkness filled her mind.

And everything changed.

Her world became sound, scent and sensation.

She felt the soft silk clothing as it went around her wrists, binding them gently but firmly in front of her.

"You can pull free at any time," he said. "But you won't want to."

His lips hovered by her ear. "You're mine for now. Let me show you how far you can fall."

The first touch was the soft leather of his gloves on her bound hands. Then his fingers moved slowly down to her arms, and to her waist and stopped at the top of her thighs. Her body curved immediately.

She gasped when he drew something across her skin, a feather. Light. Teasing. Infuriating.

It went down her neck, over her breasts, around her belly button and skipping the places that ached most. By now, fluids gushed out from her opening.

"Patience," he whispered. "The more you wait, the deeper you'll feel."

Then came the contrast: a cool chain, draped like a kiss across her stomach. Then his warm mouth, trailing along her inner thigh, only to pause... again.

The tension became unbearable. She whimpered.

"What do you want?" he asked softly, voice a shadow.

"You," she breathed. "Please..."

He answered with a quick snap. A firm tap on her thigh, not painful, but sharp enough to jolt her.

"You don't beg yet," he said. "You earn it."

She whimpered again, not from pain, but from pure frustration.

He continued with changing sensations: soft strokes, quick taps, breathless pauses. One moment, he kissed her slowly. The next, he used a small leather paddle across her backside, each strike followed by a kiss, a touch, a whisper of praise.

"Good girl," he murmured. "So responsive. So eager."

Her body was on fire, not from harshness, but from the slow, intentional opening of her control.

The power exchange was complete now.

She wasn't afraid. She was awake.

He moved between her legs, still blindfolded, her hands bound, the air thick with want.

Every movement was deliberate.

Every moan felt earned.

He pulled off his gloves and made way for her pussy. He slot two finger inside her which made her whimper and shiver.

Fluids were filled on his finger as he slot it out of her opening. He brought it close to his mouth and had a taste. He slot it in a second time and this time he was rubbing her clit with his thumb. She surrendered everything: voice, control, thought.

He untied the silk clothing from her wrists, lifting the blindfold gently as her eyes blinked open, confused and dull.

She looked up to him.

His mask still covered his face, but his touch was sensitive.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

She nodded. "More than okay."

He brushed her cheek. "You followed the rules beautifully. But I'm not done with you"

"And what now?" she whispered.

His eyes gleamed through the mask.

"Now," he said, "you'll crave this."

In the next breath, he stood and pulled her up with him, gripping her by the waist with smooth, bold strength. Her feet barely touched the floor before he rotated her around and put her back gently on one of the black velvet pattern that fit up the lip of the chaise.

X stepped back for a moment, just enough to eat her up.

His voice dropped, gravelly. "Turn around. Hands against the column."

Nina obeyed.

She felt the desire on his gaze on her skin even before his fingers came back and brushed up her back slow and teasing. He kissed her neck, then moved his hands to cup her hips. She gasped as his body aligned behind hers.

He ground into her slowly, through the fine layers of his suit, she could feel the pressure of his need. "This," he whispered to her ear, "is how I want you."

With one hand, he unfastened his belt as the sound of leather moving free was sharp was heard. She turned a little, glancing over her shoulder, but he caught her chin, holding it with a solid grip.

"No looking. Just feeling."

She shivered.

The rustle of fabric followed: his shirt tugged loose, buttons popping one by one under his swift fingers. Then she heard the soft clink of his zipper. His trousers dropped.

Warm skin brushed against her now. No more barriers.

He stepped in close. His chest pressed to her back, one hand gripped her hip, the other moved up to her breasts, squeezing gently, then firmly, possessively. He angled her hips slightly.

"I'm gonna eat you raw." He said grabbing his cock and rubbing it on her clit.

He felt the constant gushing out of fluids from her opening. He knew his patience had left him already, he could feel the heavy veins perfectly lined on his cock and the hardness felt like it was going to explode.

He couldn't wait anymore.

And then...

He entered her from behind.

Nina gasped. The sensation sharp, hot, and sudden. She held herself against the pattern, the velvet soft under her palms as he began to move.

Fast. Deep. Purposeful.

Her knees collapsed but his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her in place.

He leaned in to her again. "I want every moan. Every breath. Don't hold back." He slapped her ass.

And she didn't.

"Yh,yh,yh..." She moaned almost amidst feeling a choke with rolling eyes.