The silk of her dress whispered against her skin as it slid from her shoulders, pooling at her feet in a dark circle. She stood before him in nothing but the intricate lace of her lingerie, the cool air of the penthouse raising goosebumps on her exposed flesh. Mr. Voss’s gaze was a physical weight, moving over her with deliberate slowness—lingering on the swell of her breasts constrained by the bustier, the narrow span of her waist, the shadowed triangle of lace between her thighs.

"Remove the rest," he commanded, his voice low and utterly composed. "I want to see every inch of what belongs to me tonight."

Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached behind to unfasten the bustier, but it wasn't from fear—it was anticipation. The clasp gave way and she let the garment fall forward, freeing her breasts to the cool air, her nipples already hardened into tight peaks. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the panties and pushed them down her thighs, stepping out of them with a grace that felt both practiced and profoundly new.

She stood completely naked before him, illuminated by the city lights beyond the windows, more exposed than she had ever been in this brightly lit room. His eyes darkened as they traveled over her body—the faint bruises still visible on her hips from Mykonos, the slight puffiness of her well-used lips between her legs, the confident set of her shoulders.

"Turn around," he said softly. "Slowly."

She obeyed, rotating on the spot, feeling his gaze like a brand on every part of her—the curve of her ass still slightly pink from previous attentions, the subtle ache deep inside that reminded her she was already primed for use. When she completed the circle and faced him again, his expression had shifted from appraisal to pure hunger.

"On your knees," he instructed, beginning to unbuckle his trousers. "I want that pretty mouth first."

She sank to the luxurious rug without hesitation, watching as he freed his cock. It was thick and veined, standing proud from a nest of silver hair, already leaking a pearl of precum at its broad tip. He didn't guide himself to her mouth—he simply stood there, waiting for her to take initiative.

Leaning forward, she breathed in his masculine scent before running her tongue along his length from base to tip, tasting clean skin and salt. He groaned softly above her as she took just the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive crown before sinking deeper. Her jaw stretched to accommodate his girth as she began a steady rhythm—sucking firmly while one hand cupped his heavy balls, the other stroking what couldn't fit in her mouth.

"Yes," he murmured, tangling his fingers in her hair not to force but to guide. "Just like that. Show me how well you can serve."

She lost herself in the rhythm—sucking hard then soft, varying pressure with skilled flicks of her tongue until his breathing grew ragged. Just when she sensed he was nearing release he pulled back abruptly leaving her lips swollen and wet.

"Enough," he said hoarsely helpinghertoherfeet."NowIwanttofeelyou.Bendoverthedivan."

She positioned herself as instructed graspingtheplushfabricasshearchedherbackpresentingherselftohim.Thesoundofaripeningcondomwrapperreachedherjustbeforeshefelthis hands spreadingher cheeks exposinghersensitive rosette which still tingledfromitsrecent violation.He spit directlyonher asshole,thefluidwarmagainstherskinbeforehis thumb pressed againstthetight ring massagingitwithfirm circles.

"This has been opened recently," he observed with dark approval."Good.I won'thavetogento."

His cockhead replacedhishumb pressingagainstherentrancethatwasalreadyyieldingfrommemoryanddespiteits recent trauma He pushedinwithone firm relentless thrust buryinghimselftothehilt inher ass makingher cry out atthesuddenstretchingfullness.Her cunt weptinresponse drippingontohetighsassheclenchedaroundnothing

"That's it," he grunted beginningtomoveinaslow punishing rhythm each thrust stretchingher wider fillingher deeper than even theyoung god had managed."Takeeveryinchofmydickinyourmarriedass you filthy girl"

He fuckedherwithprecisepowerful strokes that shookherwholebody eachone sending shockwavesofpleasurepainthroughhernervoussystem Hermoanswere muffledbythecushion asshepushedbackagainsthim meetinghisthrustfor thrust Her hand snakedbetweenherown legs findingherslick clit rubbingfuriouslyashe poundedintoherstillsoreass

"I'm goingtofillthisperfectasswithmyload" hegrowledhispacestartingtolose theirprecision "Andthen I'mgoingtowatchasyoupushitoutallovermycock"

Thevulgarimage combinedwiththeceaseless poundingandherown franticfingers sentherovertheedge screamingintothecushion assheconvulsedaroundhiscock Herorgasmtriggeredhis own andwithadeep groan hereleased floodingthecondom burieddeepinher bowels Hestayedburiedinsideher for long moments bothofthem panting untilfinallyheslowly withdrew

"Turn over" hecommandedvoice roughwitheffort "Iwantyoutoridemenow"

She rolled ontotherback legs spreadingininvitationashestraddledthedivan positioninghimselfaboveher Sheguidedhimtoherenteringeyes lockedonhisashesankintoherslick welcoming cunt This time themovementwasdifferent—slower moreintimate butnoles intense Her hipsrolledagainsthistakinghim deeper withevery motion rockingintotherhythmherestablished

His handscuppedherbreasts thumbsrubbingherover sensitivenipples ashisfucksgrewharder deeper "Youwere madeforthis" hebreathedagainstherneck "Madetobefuckedby men whoknowhowtouseyouproperly"

Thewordscombinedwiththeangleofhis thrusts hittingjusttherightspot insidehersentanotherorgasm buildingthistime slowerbutmorepowerful Shescreamedhisnameasitbrokeoverher clenchingaroundhimso tightlyheseemedto groweven largerinsideher Withafinalgroan hereleasedagain fillingthecondomfor thesecondtime collapsingpartiallyontopofherstillshudderingbody

They lay tangledtogetherforseveralminutes breathingraggedly Finallyhepushedhimselfup lookingdownather thoroughlyruinedform

"The nightis young Anastasia" hesaid astoneysuggestive smile touchinghislips "AndIhave many morewaystouseyou

before I'm through." He rolled off her, his cock, still semi-hard and glistening with their combined fluids, slapping against his thigh. He gestured to a low table where an array of toys and implements lay arranged with military precision. "We're far from finished."

Her body felt liquefied, every muscle loose and humming with satisfaction, yet a fresh thrill of apprehension—or was it raw hunger?—shot through her at the sight of the collection. There were sleek vibrators, coiled ropes of shimmering silk, a leather paddle, and several glass and metal objects whose purposes she could only guess at. Mr. Voss selected a long, thick black dildo, its veined surface looking intimidatingly real. He held it up, the city lights glinting off its silicone surface.

"I want to watch you fuck yourself with this," he said, his voice regaining its commanding edge. "Show me how badly you need to be filled."

Anastasia took the toy from him, its cool weight unfamiliar in her hand. She lay back against the divan, spreading her legs wide, offering him an unobstructed view of her well-used pussy, swollen and glistening from his recent occupation. The tip of the dildo felt cold as she pressed it against her entrance, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her own flesh. She met his gaze as she pushed it inside, a low moan escaping her lips as the substantial girth stretched her anew. It was different from a real cock—unyielding, relentless. She worked it in and out, establishing a rhythm that made her breath hitch.

"Slower," he commanded, moving to kneel beside the divan for a better view. "Make yourself feel every inch."

She obeyed, slowing her movements to a torturous crawl, dragging the toy almost all the way out before sinking it back in to the hilt. The sensation was overwhelming; she could feel every ridge and vein of the fake cock rubbing against her inner walls, stimulating places his own had only brushed past. Her free hand found her clit again, circling the hypersensitive nub as she fucked herself deeply, her hips rising off the cushion to meet each thrust.

"Look at you," he murmured, his own hand stroking his rejuvenated erection. "A proper slut, gaping and hungry even after two loads. Your husband has no idea what he's married to, does he? No idea that this greedy cunt needs to be stuffed full on a regular basis."

His words were like gasoline on a fire. Her orgasm built faster this time, coiling tight in her belly before exploding through her with a guttural cry. Her back arched violently off the divan as she convulsed around the thick silicone still buried inside her, juices leaking out around it onto the expensive fabric.

Before the last tremor had even subsided, Mr. Voss was moving again. He pulled the dildo from her with a wet pop and replaced it with two of his thick fingers, scissoring them inside her stretching channel. "So loose," he grunted approvingly. "Perfect." He leaned down, his mouth finding her clit while his fingers continued their work.

The sensation was electric and utterly overwhelming. His tongue was expert—flicking, sucking, applying just the right amount of pressure—while his fingers crooked inside her hitting a spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She thrashed beneath him mindlessly grabbing fistfuls ofhis hair not knowing ifshewas trying topushhim awayorpullhim closer Shewasnothingbutaseriesofraw nerve endings eachone screamingwithpleasure

He broughthertoanotherclimaxwithhismouth thisone sharper moreviolent leavingher shakingandsobbing Hestilldidn'tstop Hestoodupandflippedheroverontherstomachpullingherupontoherknees

"Now for my favorite part," he said picking up the leather paddle He ranthecool smoothsurfaceovertheglobesofherass whichwere already flushedfromthe earlier fucking "Count for me"

The first smack landed witha sharp crack thatstung deliciously sendinga jolt straighttohercunt "One!" she gasped Thesecondwas harder makingher lurchforward "Two!" Hebroughtthepaddledownagainandagain ina steady rhythm eachimpact layeringheatontopofheat untilher entireasswasablaze withastinging warmth that meltedintoadeep throbbing arousal "Ten!" she cried out hermuffledbythecushion

He droppedthepaddleandhis cock slammedintoherfrombehind onefinaltime ridingthewaveofpainandpleasurethatwas coursingthroughher Hethis timewasanimalistic gruntingwith eachprimal thrust poundingintohersore sensitizedbody withabandonthatfeltliketheend ofthe world Itonlytookafewdozenof thesefrantic thrusts beforehe roared andreleased deepinsideher collapsingoverherback bothofthem spent drippingwitheachsweat breathlessintheaftermath

A long time passed before either of them moved.The city lights outside had shifted,the moon higher in the sky.He finally withdrew,and she feltthe distinct oozeofhis cum leakingfromher asshe rolledontoherside completely wrecked utterly sated

Mr.Voss stood lookingdownatherwithanexpressionthatwasno longerjusthunger butsomethingdeeper almostreverent Hereachedforawadofcashonthetableplacingitbesideherhead onthecushion ItwasthickerthantherollfromMykonos

"You are exceptional Anastasia"hesaidhisvoiceraspy"Don't gobacktoyourlittlelife.Itwouldbeawaste"

He turnedandwalkedtowardsthebedroomleavingherlyingthere naked coveredintheevidenceoftheirengagement staringatthemoneythatrepresentednotjustfinancialfreedombutheraccesstothisworldofrawunapologeticpleasure Theachebetweenherlegs wasapromise areminder andathreat allatonce

She didn’t move for a long time, her body a map of welts and aches, her cunt and ass throbbing in a dull, pleasant rhythm. The cash beside her head felt crisp and heavy, the scent of sex and expensive leather thick in the air. Slowly, she pushed herself up, her muscles protesting. She gathered the money, the sheer volume of it a tangible weight in her hand, and folded it with practiced efficiency before tucking it into her discarded coat pocket.

The ensuite bathroom was a monument to marble and chrome. She ran the shower until steam fogged the mirrors, then stepped under the scalding spray. The water stung the freshly paddled skin of her ass, a sharp contrast to the soothing heat washing over the rest of her. She soaped herself methodically, watching the evidence of Mr. Voss—his sweat, his spit, his cum—swirl down the drain. Her body felt hollowed out and profoundly used in the most satisfying way imaginable. Her pussy lips were swollen and sensitive to the touch, a constant reminder of the relentless fucking she had endured—no, embraced.

When she emerged, wrapped in a plush towel, Mr. Voss was waiting by the bed, already dressed in a silk robe. He held out a crystal tumbler filled with amber liquid. "A restorative," he said. She took it, their fingers brushing, and sipped. The whiskey burned a welcome path down her throat.

"You should stay," he said, his voice softer now, devoid of its earlier command but still layered with possession. "The night doesn't have to end."

For a fleeting moment, she considered it. The thought of returning to Nikolaos’s side in their sterile bed, his timid hands and small cock unable to comprehend the landscape of desire Mr. Voss had carved into her tonight, was profoundly depressing. But something deeper pulled at her—a need for silence, for solitude to process this seismic shift within herself.

"I should go," she said quietly but firmly.

He didn't argue, merely nodded as if he’d expected this answer. "Elena will arrange our next meeting." It wasn't a question.

The taxi ride home was surreal. The city seemed quieter now, wrapped in a pre-dawn hush. She leaned her head against the cool window; every bump in the road sent a fresh echo of sensation through her well-fucked body. She closed her eyes and saw not Nikolaos’s disappointed face but Mr. Voss’s intense gaze; she felt not shame but a burgeoning power.

She let herself into the apartment with ghost-like quietness. Nikolaos was asleep in their bed; one arm thrown over her empty pillow as if trying to claim it by force of habit standing sexless on top of him while he slept? As if trying subconsciously trying possess what wasn't there anymore . She undressed in darkness shedding skin feel cash filled coat first then silk dress then lingerie each layer peeling away persona placed carefully on chair before slipping between cool sheets careful not wake him

His scent—soap laundry detergent faint smell ink from work—filled space around him It was familiar safe utterly devoid mystery or danger lay perfectly still staring ceiling feeling chasm widening between them wider than any physical space could measure He rolled mumbling sleep hand flopping onto stomach Its accidental brush against thigh made flinch comparison unavoidable memory Voss's large calloused hands gripping hips spreading cheeks commanding every inch being

Sleep finally took pity on around four morning but it was fitful filled feverish dreams sensations not images pressure fullness stretching sound leather paddle cracking against flesh woke just after seven sunlight streaming room aching exhausted more alive than ever had been

Nikolaos was already up sound coffee maker drifting from kitchen usual routine When emerged wearing modest robe found him reading paper toast plate looked up smiled small tired gesture "Good time last night?"

"The best" she said truthfully pouring coffee cup hand trembling slightly from exhaustion residual adrenaline watched stir sugar into own drink completely oblivious depths depravity wife had plunged into just hours earlier wall separation now felt like fortress

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