Evelyn stepped into the room, her heels catching on the edge of a shag rug that felt completely out of place. But that was how everything felt in this room. It was clear that the only objective of the room’s decor was to show wealth. Neon tubing flickered lazily behind an abstract sculpture made of rusted chrome, while a green velvet loveseat sat under a framed oil painting of a screaming face. All of it clashed, creating an unignorable level of visual noise.
Evelyn stepped into the room, her heels catching on the edge of a shag rug that felt completely out of place. But that was how everything felt in this room. It was clear that the only objective of the room’s decor was to show wealth. Neon tubing flickered lazily behind an abstract sculpture made of rusted chrome, while a green velvet loveseat sat under a framed oil painting of a screaming face. All of it clashed, creating an unignorable level of visual noise.
Evelyn stepped into the room, her heels catching on the edge of a shag rug that felt completely out of place. But that was how everything felt in this room. It was clear that the only objective of the room’s decor was to show wealth. Neon tubing flickered lazily behind an abstract sculpture made of rusted chrome, while a green velvet loveseat sat under a framed oil painting of a screaming face. All of it clashed, creating an unignorable level of visual noise.
But the first thing Evelyn noticed wasn’t the furniture. It was Ivan.
Already naked from the waist down, he reclined against the California king’s garish white headboard, stroking his cock lazily as she approached him.
Normally, this wouldn’t have meant anything to Evelyn. She had seen Ivan and countless paying clients naked before. This was another paycheck, another fantasy she would fulfill. Yet this time, her breath caught from the sudden, sharp awareness of how real this moment was.
Because it wasn’t just another paying client. Elijah waited for her right outside in the hallway; he would hear everything.
If he stayed.
Spotting Evelyn’s hesitation, Ivan grinned as he squeezed his shaft tightly.
“Is he all tucked in out there?” Ivan asked. Evelyn didn’t respond.
He snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed with a sharp, commanding gesture.
“Crawl over here and suck my dick,” Ivan spoke louder than necessary, and Evelyn knew exactly who he wanted to hear. Her stomach twisted. If this had been last week, she wouldn’t have blinked. Ivan was an easy mark, and one she enjoyed extracting every last penny from.
But now everything inside her felt pulled tight as she neared the bed’s edge, like a piano wire strung tightly between guilt and arousal. Evelyn must have paused at the bed longer than she realized, because Ivan snapped his fingers again.
“Hey. You still with me? Get the fuck over here,” Ivan said.
At once, Evelyn buried her emotions under a practiced smile. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her damp underwear, and she slowly peeled them off.
“Can’t give it to you too easily, can I?” she teased.
Ivan scoffed, stroking himself harder. “Always with the fucking games.”
Evelyn’s wet panties dropped, her bare feet kissed the cold wood floor as she stepped out of them.
She glanced back into the hallway. If Elijah was there, he was silent.
The whole house was silent.
If he was still there, he was going to know what she was. But they had done this before. Why did it matter now?
A small shiver crawled up Evelyn’s spine, excitement doubling her heart rate.
It would be easier if he left. It would be predictable. Life would return to normal; she could continue as she always had.
But, deep down, she hoped he wouldn’t.
The heat between her legs pulsed. Evelyn let her palms trail over her thighs as she climbed onto the bed, eyes locked with Ivan’s as she crawled toward him. Her knees sank into the mattress as her hands trailed across his thighs, stopping just beneath his cock. Her fingers wrapped around his girthy shaft as she kissed it softly. Closing her eyes when she saw Ivan’s head roll back in ecstasy.
‘He’s just a mark.’
Her lips parted.
‘He will never have me.’
Evelyn licked his throbbing tip.
‘Imagine it’s Elijah.’
She took him into her mouth in one smooth motion.
“FUCK!” Ivan shouted, hips jerking forward.
Her throat closed around him instantly. The pressure at the back of her mouth made her eyes sting. He was already pushing far deeper than she had planned, but she didn’t back off.
She swallowed him, shoving his cock down her throat as far as she could go, gagging performatively as she did.
Ivan placed a hand behind her head, guiding her rhythm as he thrust into her mouth. “You are so good at this.”
Evelyn’s nose mashed into his pelvis as his pace quickened. Her lipstick smeared. Her saliva slowly poured over his balls and down her chin, staining his white sheets. She continued to gag for him as he took her mouth, and in return, Ivan moaned as if he was on stage.
His performance agitated Evelyn and made her work his cock with every trick she knew.
She made popping sounds with her lips. Kissed the side of his shaft. Stroked him with both hands as she sucked. She moaned as she swallowed him with smooth, perfect motions.
All in the hopes of him cumming quickly.
He needed to cum quickly.
‘Pretend it’s Elijah. He doesn’t get to have you like Elijah does… ‘
She wondered what Elijah would be like. If he would be different from the others. Evelyn hoped so; the alternative was terrifying. Would he groan like her clients did? Would he lose control the same way? Would he be rough? Would he kiss her after?
Did she want him to?
She choked on Ivan’s dick as he pushed himself fully into her mouth and held it there before pulling out completely. A thick string of saliva trailed from her lips to the tip of his cock. Her chest heaved. Spit and precum trailed from her chin and glistened off her breasts in wild strands. It was only now that she realized how much her hands had been shaking.
“Fuck,” Ivan laughed. “I didn’t know you missed me that much.”
He grabbed a handful of her hair as he slapped his cock against her cheek. Then he stood from the bed and pulled Evelyn up with him. Grinning like a wolf as he slid his cock between their thighs and rubbed it against her pussy.
Evelyn closed her eyes, fighting the moans that escaped her. Ivan began to thrust with an even pace, his hands squeezing her ass tightly as he pushed her against his toned body.
“I hope he’s fucking listening,” he said, still thrusting with steady rhythm. “I hope he hears everything I’m about to do to you.”
Evelyn buried her face into his chest, clenching her teeth as the tip of Ivan’s cuck rubbed against her clit.
She felt his hands trail up to her waist. Evelyn looked at him and found hungry eyes waiting for her.
“Turn around,” Ivan’s voice was filled with a primal desire even he wasn’t immune to.
Evelyn obeyed, turning around slowly. She pushed her ass into his pelvis and felt his cock slide between her legs once again.
“Move over here,” he said, pushing her back onto the bed.
The mattress sank beneath her palms as she bent down and spread herself open. Ass arched, spine bowed, hair cascading over her shoulders in soft black waves.
He stood behind her, cock in hand at the edge of the bed. Evelyn’s hips swayed as Ivan’s cock landed between her ass cheeks. He began to thrust slowly, and she wiggled her ass in response. It made him groan.
Then, without warning, his cock, still slick from her juices, slid lower and entered Evelyn’s pussy.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him hit her cervix.
‘Don’t moan.’
Ivan began to fuck her in deep, hard thrusts. Every movement pushed her forward on the bed, her breasts flattening against the sheets.
‘It’s not that special.’
Dull sounds of slapping flesh filled the room. Evelyn clenched her jaw as her cervix was pounded by Ivan’s girthy shaft. All the while, she kept silent.
She glanced toward the hall. It was empty and silent.
But… he wouldn’t have left.
Would he?
Evelyn needed to wrap this up. Maybe if she started thrusting back into Ivan, he would finish early and go check to see if–
SLAP.
Ivan’s palm smacked across her ass, the sound ricocheting off the walls. Evelyn gasped before she could stop herself, pain and pleasure mixing throughout her body.
Ivan grabbed her by the hair again, pulling her head back and kissing her roughly. His tongue thrust past her lips, swallowing her breath like it belonged to him. Then he pushed her face back down into the sheets.
“Make some fucking noise,” he demanded.
A piece of Evelyn ached to be heard. Ached to know she had asked Elijah to do this with her. Ached for him to know how wet she was, how fast her pulse raced every time she imagined him watching.
She opened her mouth and moaned. Loudly. Shamefully. Deliberately. It would probably be burned into Elijah’s memory before this was all over.
“Good girl,” Ivan said.
The evening began to blur after that.
Ivan flipped her onto her back. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wide with ankles overhead as he fucked her with deep, forceful slams.
She gasped.
Ivan yanked her up and dragged her to the wall, spinning her around and fucking her from behind. Her palms splayed flat against the cool paint, her cheek pressed hard against the cold surface as her body jolted with every thrust.
As her legs began to quiver, Elijah’s face kept appearing. Behind her eyes. Between every blink.
She could see him in Ivan’s place. Standing behind her, his mouth against her throat, his hands on her hips, his voice whispering how good she felt, how bad he wanted to come inside her.
“Yes,” Evelyn said. She moaned, counter thrusting into him. “Yes!” She felt Elijah become more forceful.
“That’s right, you fucking slut!” Ivan said, fucking hard enough to make Evelyn’s legs shake.
She was close. Heat and humiliation grew like a storm inside her. She clenched her jaw as Ivan’s onslaught continued.
‘Try to picture Elijah again.’
Ivan threw her back onto the bed and shoved her face into the blankets. She lay flat on her stomach, her thighs squeezed tightly together, her back arched. She felt Ivan’s weight press against her as he lined his cock up with her pussy, entering slowly with a loud groan.
The new angle took her breath away.
She wasn’t supposed to like this. Not this position. Not this moment. No normal woman would do this to the person they were seeing.
She was supposed to want him. Only him. And she did, in her own way.
Her mind clung to Elijah. She remembered how perfect he had been at their first dinner, how interested he seemed in her, how he hadn’t blinked when she told him who she was or what she did.
He made her feel like a person.
And now he sat in the hallway, listening to another man take her. At least, Evelyn hoped he still was listening.
The thought of walking into an empty hallway after this felt like a waking nightmare. But Ivan gave her little time to dwell on it. He began thrusting harder. Grunting loudly as he slammed his hips against her ass with all the force he could muster. His cock hit her cervix until the line between pain and pleasure vanished.
Evelyn’s fingers clenched the sheets as the mounting pressure inside her became unbearable.
And with a final thrust, Evelyn’s body broke.
Her mouth opened instinctively. An aching moan escaped as her orgasm crested. Her legs tensed. Evelyn convulsed, lost in one of the greatest orgasms she had ever experienced. Her face pressed into the sheets, lips open and wet with heat.
She hated how good it felt.
But she hated the fact that she didn’t want to stop it even more.
By the time Ivan rolled her onto her back, she wasn’t fighting anymore.
He opened her legs and pushed himself back inside her. Evelyn’s pussy, sensitive and swollen, siezed around him. The curve of Ivan’s cock rubbed her G-spot perfectly.
She looked up at him, hating how sexy he was in that moment. Chest heaving. Hair slicked back. Muscles taut and trembling with effort. He kissed her again, tongue plunging deep into Evelyn’s throat. He grabbed her breasts roughly, squeezing until they almost hurt, and she kissed him back.
His pace quickened.
He was close.
But it didn’t matter.
He had beaten her tonight.
Evelyn gave in. Fully. Quietly.
Her body trembled beneath him, still flushed, still wet.
Her jaw ached. Her thighs burned. Her stomach cramped.
And still, she didn’t stop him.
“Say my name,” he said between thrusts.
She looked up at him, but didn’t answer.
He adjusted his position, slamming into her harder. The bed frame hit the wall. Evelyn let out a cry of pleasure.
“Say it, or you don’t get paid.”
That wasn’t true. Evelyn would get her money no matter what he said. But she wanted this to be over.
“Fuck, Ivan!” she shouted. Her tone was a perfect blend of sensuality, fatigue, and desire.
“Say you want me to cum in you,” Ivan pressed.
The command was tantalizing.
‘Elijah will hear it.’
Her heart surged with adrenaline.
“I want you to cum in me! Give it to me Ivan!” Using first names always worked with clients, and Ivan was no different.
His pace became feral, body tight as he gripped her thighs and pounded her into the mattress. Then with a deep, guttural moan, he came. Slamming into her deep enough for his tip to push against her cervix. He held himself there, cock twitching as he filled her.
In a wave of relief, Ivan dropped onto her like a drunk lover.
She lay beneath his weight, both breathing heavy as she felt the sweat on their chests mix. His cum pooled between her thighs as he thrust slowly.
She waited between counted breaths, fighting against every urge to push Ivan off and rush to the hallway.
Normally, Ivan wasn’t much for aftercare. When he was done, he would discard Evelyn quickly. But tonight, he wrapped his arms around her tightly.
It was a message, a performance. A means for him to possess her. Ivan certainly wouldn’t have been the first to try and dominate her.
But he was the first to take her in front of Elijah.
That reality became an almost unbearable weight.
After a few minutes too many, Evelyn shifted beneath Ivan.
“I should go,” she murmured.
Ivan didn’t answer.
She lifted her shoulder slightly, testing Ivan’s weight.
He wrapped an arm around her waist before she could rise, his mouth pressing into the slope of her shoulder.
“I didn’t say we were done,” he whispered, his hand already sliding between her thighs, fingers brushing her clit.
Her breathless moan was muffled instantly as he kissed her, swallowing the sound down into his chest.
Ivan’s fingers pressed deep inside her, but all Evelyn could think about was Elijah,
And whether he was still waiting.