The next night, she meets you at the same tower, hair pinned up in a glossy knot that shows off her slim neck.Her dress is even more obscene than before — thin silk, low across her chest, a slit so high her thighs peek through when she shifts.
She barely meets your eyes in the elevator. Her hands twist the little designer purse in her lap.You can almost taste her nerves.
When the doors open, you don't take her to the party.Instead you steer her down a quiet hall, slide a keycard, push into a private suite.
Floor-to-ceiling windows, Bangkok sprawling below. A low leather couch. A bed turned down by hotel staff.
Her breath catches."This isn't— we shouldn't—"
But you're already behind her, fingers slipping under her hair, brushing her throat.She shivers.
"Tell me to stop," you murmur.Silence.
So you lean in, lips grazing her ear."You won't, though. Will you, princess?"
She shakes her head, almost violently.Then she turns, fists knotting in your shirt, and kisses you.
It starts soft. Hesitant.
Then your hand fists in her hair, pulls. Her mouth opens under yours. She moans, high and sweet, hips pressing forward.Her scent — faint jasmine, rich sweat — drives you insane.
You walk her backwards until her knees hit the couch. She falls with a little gasp, legs splayed, silk riding up to show the delicate lace of her panties.
"Spread them more."
She does, face flaming. Her panties are already damp.
You kneel between her thighs, breathe her in. Then you push the lace aside and lick her — slow, one long stripe that makes her whole body jerk.
"Oh— oh god—"
You smirk, tongue flicking her clit."So sensitive. How long have you wanted this?"
She covers her mouth with her hand, eyes squeezed shut.
"Since… since last night…"Her voice is a broken whisper. "Couldn't stop thinking. Touched myself three times. Wanted it to be you."
You groan, suck her clit hard, feel her thighs quake around your head."Good fucking girl."
It doesn't take long.You tease her with two fingers, slide them in slow. Her walls flutter desperately, her hips lifting to chase you.
"More," she whimpers. "Please— please, it feels so… wrong—"
"That's why it's good, princess. Say it."
"It feels… wrong… ohhh— but I love it—"
You curl your fingers, tongue lashing her clit, and she comes apart.A soft, high wail, thighs squeezing your head, pussy clenching around your hand.
When she's done, she tries to close her legs. You keep them spread.
"Not even close to done," you growl.
You stand, unzip. Her eyes widen — then darken, pupils huge, breath catching.
"Is that… going to fit?"
You line up, rub the head against her soaked slit.She shudders, fingers digging into the couch.
"It'll fit. It's meant to. You were made for this."
When you push in, her mouth drops open — but no sound comes out. Just a little shuddering breath. Her eyes lock on yours, wide, pleading.
"Keep looking at me," you say.
Deeper. Her slick heat pulls you in. She whimpers, hand fluttering to her belly.
"So full… oh my god…"
You bottom out, grind against her."Look how deep I am. No one's ever touched you like this. No one ever will."
She moans. Her nails scrape down your arms.Then she tries to move, hips tilting up to take more.
You start to thrust. Slow at first, savoring how tight she is, how she gasps each time you pull back.Then harder. Her breasts bounce under the thin silk, her head falls back, and soft filthy sounds tumble from her lips.
"Oh— oh god— please— don't stop—"
"You like being fucked like this? Like a common bar girl?"
She nods frantically."Y-yes… yes, I love it…"
You grin.Then you really give it to her — pounding her into the couch, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the room.
She comes again, harder this time. Her cry is strangled, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
When you feel your own orgasm building, you grab her thighs, pin them wide.
"I'm gonna come inside you, princess. Gonna fill you up so you'll remember me every time you move."
She just sobs, clings to you."Yes— yes— fill me— please, oh god—"
You groan, thrust deep, and spill into her. Her pussy milks you, hungry and trembling.
When it's over, you slump over her. Her arms wrap around your shoulders, nails lightly tracing your skin.Her heart hammers against your chest.
"You'll… do this again?" she whispers, shy all of a sudden.
You kiss her throat."Tomorrow night. You'll come to me again. Won't you?"
She nods, almost desperately."Anytime you want. I'll be yours."