Chapter 6

The penthouse had fallen silent. The last guests had gone home. The bartender had packed up his tools. The city lights still glittered through the windows, but the party was well and truly over. We were alone. He led me back to the living room, where the leather sofa sat waiting. The same sofa where he had taken me hours ago. But this time, he had something different in mind. "On your hands and knees," he said, his voice soft but commanding. I obeyed, climbing onto the wide cushion, positioning myself with my forearms resting on the armrest. I looked back at him, my body already trembling with anticipation. He retrieved a small bottle from his jacket pocket—lube, I realized, and my heart skipped. He had been prepared. He had been planning this. "Have you ever done this before?" he asked, kneeling behind me. "No," I admitted. "But I want to. With you." He squeezed the lube onto his fingers, and I felt the cool gel press against my tightest entrance. I gasped as his finger circled the rim, teasing, preparing. "Relax for me, princess," he murmured. "I'll go slow." His finger pushed inside, and I cried out at the