Chapter Eleven

CLARA

“ N o, I had a gig with the catering place that I agreed to months ago. Some late holiday party at the Hawthorne Enterprises headquarters, it got canceled and then reinstated like three different times. I only just got out,” I grumble to Allie as I climb out of my car. “Even for a Monday, it was rough.”

“Hawthorne,” Allie says scornfully. “Damn, so we’re both working at their mall, and you were catering their investor gala, huh? Small world. I’ve heard their CEO is hot as sin, but a total dick. Billionaires and their golden fucking spoons, dude.”

I snort in agreement as I climb the rickety stairs up to my apartment.

“Yeah, that was the consensus I got today. Guy didn’t even show up to his own party. It’s such a shit thing to do, cancel and un-cancel over and over. I can only imagine how his employees feel. He’s nothing but a playboy with too much money on his hands and not enough common sense to help people out with some of it.”

“I know I usually bitch at you for giving too much to charity, but assholes like him could take a page out of your book.”

How people can be that oblivious to the amount of privilege they have when there are people who can’t make ends meet no matter how hard they try baffles me.

I unlock my door and swing it open, but I nearly fall on my ass when I slip on something. I balance myself before flipping the hallway light on. A black envelope with silver lettering sticks out from beneath my shoe.

“Hold on, someone slipped something under my door,” I say as I bend to pick up the envelope.

“Ooh, stalker or political campaign?” Allie jokes.

My brows hike up toward my hairline when I read the single word scrawled in silver ink on the heavy cardstock.

Eternity .

“Holy shit.”

I kick the door closed behind me, my heart racing.

“Coupon for pizza?” Allie guesses.

“It’s from Eternity.” Even though I whisper, my words echo almost too loudly. “Did you get anything?”

“ What ?” she shrieks, her teasing replaced by shock. “Oh my God, no! I didn’t get shit, girl. Open it!”

I toss my work bag down on the counter and switch my phone over to speaker before fumbling the envelope open. A thick piece of cardstock tumbles free along with a bracelet.

“You are cordially invited to a night at Eternity,” I read aloud in disbelief. “Enclosed, you will find a bracelet for your Elite to locate you. Please show it at the door for entry this evening.”

I stare at it in shock as Allie babbles out excited nonsense.

My hands shake as I hold the bracelet up to the light. The stones in it look like fucking diamonds , and they sparkle brightly, the silver inlay cool as I run it between my fingers.

“I got a diamond bracelet this time, too.” The bracelet is shocking on its own, but the thought that my Elite wants me back is almost enough to knock me off my feet. Even thinking about him as my Elite makes me a little lightheaded. “The invite says that the code inside the bracelet is for the door to my Elite’s room.”

I twist it around again, a slight engraving on the inside catching my eyes.

1702 .

“Go get ready! Call me and tell me everything in the morning!”

It’s a bummer Allie didn’t get an invitation back, but there’s nothing I can do to fix that. She tells me as much when I mention it, and when we say our goodbyes and hang up, nerves mount in my stomach. Allie got me all glammed up last time, and I don’t even know where to begin.

I wind up making a huge mess on my bedroom floor while trying to pick out an outfit. Most of my clothes aren’t exactly risqué, but I think the lacy black bodysuit and silk miniskirt I settle on will do the job.

I don’t feel quite as stunning as last time, but I feel a little bit more like myself. Somewhere in between vixen and normal girl.

I pack a bag with clothes to change into this time. Taking the bus will be cheaper than getting a cab, and it’s still pretty early, so I toss a coat on over my outfit and make my way into the center of Manhattan.

The ride isn’t too long, and I try to keep my anxiety from spiking as I get closer and closer to my destination. It’s only a few blocks to walk from the bus stop, and I’m standing in front of the door to Eternity before I know it. The same burly man from last time stands guard outside, and I hold my wrist up to him, flashing the diamonds in a way that I hope is confident but not rude.

“Take a silver mask when you enter and go through the door to the right,” he says. “The Floor Master will escort you after you pick your bracelets. Welcome back to Eternity.”

An array of masks sit waiting for a Jewel on a wall. Well, tonight, I’m a Diamond.

I select a silver mask and tie it around my face, making sure it sits comfortably across the bridge of my nose, then slowly open the door to my right. I guess the door to the left is for first timers, and the right is for those of us who’ve been invited back. The same Floor Master from last time stands with her back to me, looking out over the club through a floor to ceiling pane of glass. Her hands are clasped loosely behind her back, the very picture of calm control.

“Select your bracelets,” she instructs. “I’ll escort you to your Elite when you’re finished.”

I take a deep, calming breath, trying to stop my head from spinning. I never expected to be invited back, especially not with an expensive diamond bracelet glittering on my wrist. It all feels like a dream, so thrilling and exciting that I can hardly think straight.

The first time with my Elite was so overwhelming that I can’t even remember it entirely. That night is just a wash of unceasing pleasure in my memory, broad hands on my body, clever tongue between my thighs, massive cock stretching me out so deliciously. I’m pretty sure I cried with pleasure. I know I came more times than I could keep track of. Just the thought of having those sinful hands on me again has wetness pooling between my thighs.

I shake my head to clear it before walking over to the table and selecting my bracelets. I remember most of the colors, and pick many of the same as I did last time. Submission, praise, bondage, choking, impact, discipline, primal play, all stacked on my wrist. I add a twisted pink and white band for oral and orange for overstimulation. He didn’t even have to try to overstimulate me last time, and the thought of him intentionally pushing me over the edge is enough to have me wet already.

The thought of having a name to shout out when I cum makes me shiver, but I know that’s not in the cards.

“I’m ready.”

My heart pounds in my chest in pure excitement, my limbs buzzing with anticipation. She turns, holding her hand out.

“Your wrist,” she says with an air of professionalism as if she’s said the same thing hundreds of times. “I need to see your code.”

She flips the small engraved tag over to read it. No more words are exchanged between us as she leads me around the edge of the crowd and up a flight of stairs I didn’t see last time. The second we reach the top landing, my eyes fall on my Elite.

Even if his hair didn’t shine like cobalt under the lights, the way he looks at me is unmistakable.

He stands before we make it to the table he’s sitting at, all predatory grace and a hungry grin stretched across his face. My Elite wraps a muscled arm around my waist, dipping to take my lips in a demanding kiss.

“You made me wait,” he says against my lips.

“Sorry, Sir. I got here as fast as I could. Let me make it up to you?”

His teeth snap against my bottom lip, both praise and a warning, and he smiles widely as he pulls away.

“Oh, you will, little one.”

He takes my hand, leading me down the hall and into a room. It’s different from last time, but the setup is similar. Impact tools hang on one wall, a few dressers on the other, and an expansive bed in the center of the room.

“Got a few new colors tonight,” he comments, stepping into the room behind me and kicking the door closed.

He wraps his arm around my body and fits his hand to my throat, keeping me firmly in place as he presses himself to my back. He feels like electricity and heat, and I want to beg him for more already. He only really used his hands and his mouth last time, and feeling his whole body against me like this makes me a little lightheaded.

“You’re so sensitive,” he says as he slips his hand up to cup my jaw. “Sure you can handle overstimulation?”

He’s right, but I want him to leave me aching and overwhelmed for days to come. I was sore for the entire day following my first night here, my internal muscles overworked and raw. The thought of that pleasant pain lingering for longer makes me shiver with desire.

“Please.”

“And oral,” he hums, tapping at the pink and white bracelet. “To give, or receive?”

It’s easier to be brazen with my back to him, and I press back into the expanse of his chest, pressing a kiss to his palm.

“Whatever you think I deserve, Sir.”

“Good fucking girl,” he snarls, dropping his hand from my face to my waist so he can yank me back tighter against me. “How about I leave some marks on you tonight?”

I shiver at the thought, my whole body buzzing with desire. It’s like he read my mind.

“Please, Sir. Nothing above the collar.”

He tucks his face into my throat and chuckles, nipping at the skin there softly.

“I can do that, little one.”

He doesn’t let me go this time, his hands needy and hungry as they travel across my skin. His fingers make quick work of my skirt, and he yanks it down my hips, letting it fall to my ankles. Approval falls from his lips at the sight of my lingerie and he digs his nails into my ass before laying a sharp slap against it.

“Pretty little thing,” he says. “Give me your safeword.”

“Red, Sir.”

My heart jumps into my throat as he walks me toward the bed. I stumble a bit as I step out of my skirt, but he doesn’t give me time to catch my footing, each movement insistent and demanding.

His confidence that I’ll do exactly what he wants is unreasonably attractive.

He pushes me down onto the bed, not bent over like last time, but flat on my back. His big, warm hand pins me down in the center of my chest. Dark and ravenous eyes trail over my body, his heated gaze making me shiver like a physical touch. He hasn’t even touched me properly, and I’m already soaked.

“I’m going to start with my mouth.” His voice is dark and rough, and he finally meets my eyes with a look that tells me I’m going to forget my name by the end of this. “You’re going to cum for me until you can’t think straight, and then I’m going to fill these pretty holes with my cock.”

He drags his hand up to rub his thumb over my bottom lip, and I flick my tongue out over the pad of it, moaning at the taste of skin and sweat.

“Say please,” he instructs, his voice rough.

“Please, Sir.”

He doesn’t bind me this time, simply shoves my legs up until my knees are by my ears. He guides my hands to hold my thighs open for him, and I blush at how on display I feel. I wish for a moment that I could take his mask off and see his face, but the anonymity is the only reason I can ask for what I want here.

“Been thinking about tasting you again for days, pretty girl.”

He yanks the crotch of my bodysuit off to the side and folds down to his knees before I can do so much as tremble in response. His eyes are dark and hungry on mine as he lowers his mouth to my cunt, and the whole world goes hazy.

His tongue is wicked, his hands tracing my body like he owns me, and he doesn’t give me an inch of mercy. Pleasure slams into me like a cliffside, unwavering and so overwhelming that I have no choice but to submit to it. He works me up so fast that I can’t catch enough breath to warn him, much less ask for permission.

My first orgasm pushes out of me with so much force I scream until the walls shake.

My Elite reaches up to shove my thighs back against the bed, keeping me in place as he continues to eat at me. He doesn’t slow at all as I shake through my orgasm, unbudging even as I thrash against him in overwhelming pleasure.

His eyes glitter with dark, dangerous amusement when he looks up at me.

He gets me off with his mouth and fingers so many times I lose count. My whole body vibrates with unceasing tremors by the time he stands, and I’m shocked to find myself desperate for more even after all of that. He strips out of his shirt in jerky movements, tossing it aside carelessly. His belt follows shortly after, and then he yanks his pants and briefs down just far enough to bare his cock.

My mouth waters at the sight of it, hard and dripping with precum. The ravenous look in his eyes tells me I won’t get the chance to get my mouth on him tonight.

“So pretty for me, little one,” he says as he crawls atop me. “I want this mouth next time, but I need to fill you up.”

I whine in agreement, empty and aching for him to stretch me out.

“Please, Sir.” I arch up against him, my breath hitching at the feeling of his cock rubbing against my clit. “Need you, need you so bad.”

He grins, disastrously handsome even with half his face covered. He takes my mouth in a filthy kiss, the taste of my cum still lingering on his lips. I nip at his tongue when he twines it with mine, and he grins against my lips before wrapping a hand around my throat and pinning me to the bed.

“Behave,” he warns lowly. “Be good for me, little one.”

A moan tumbles from my lips at the words, the tail end of it breaking off as he guides his cock to my entrance. He slides into me like he belongs there, my body stretching to accommodate him. I arch against the hand at my throat, but he holds me down effortlessly, watching as his cock sinks into me. The rhythm he starts is slow and steady, but so deep I can feel it all the way up into my throat . There’s not a moment of reprieve, his hand tight on my throat and his cock punching into me ruthlessly.

It feels like I’m nothing but a toy, and I fucking love it.

My body moves with his, taking everything he gives me and demanding more. He lays brutal slaps against my ass and thighs, so hard they steal my breath from my lungs, and I stutter out thanks and pleas for more, for harder.

He delivers with a thrilled grin, praising me each time I cum, and telling me how good I feel while teasingly asking if I can take even more. I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to—all I can do right now is take everything he can give me.

His hips finally lose their rhythm after what must be hours, his breathing turning ragged against the hollow of my throat as I cum again.

He sinks his teeth into my shoulder as I toss my head back on a scream, biting down in a vicious claim. I ride out my orgasm as he bites across my chest, the pain sharp and melding so perfectly with pleasure that I can hardly tell them apart.

“That’s it, princess, one more time for me,” he urges, hammering into a spot that has my legs shaking.

One more time turns into two, then three, and he fits his hand around my throat to cut off my blood flow as another orgasm mounts. My vision starts to gray, but he doesn’t let up until I’m quaking beneath him. I draw a ragged breath into my lungs as the blood rushes back to my head, and my whole world explodes with my final orgasm, so intense it hurts. He follows me over the edge with a groan that he stifles into my collarbone, his cock throbbing as he fills me up.

Sleep creeps at the edges of my vision before he even pulls out, my body so overwhelmed and exhausted that I can do nothing but go limp and pass out beneath him.

I only barely wake up as he cleans me up, shivering at the damp cloth that dabs at my skin. The world fades back into blackness as he climbs into bed beside me, and I nuzzle into his arms, humming happy noises against his bare chest as he tells me to go back to sleep.

I wake up alone.

There’s another note on the nightstand. The first time, it felt thoughtful, but now it feels distant. Careless.

I don’t know why I’m so disappointed to wake up alone. All of this is temporary, and I knew what I was getting myself into the first time I came here.

Maybe it’s because he left marks this time. Maybe it’s because he whispered how pretty I looked into my ears and told me he’d been thinking about me. The way he touched me, the way his cock filled me, the way he kissed me with the taste of my cum still on his lips…

The Floor Master offers me breakfast again, but I decline. I want to be home right now, in the comfort of my bed. I change into the clothes I brought and head back out onto the street to catch the bus home.

I’m scared to admit it, even to myself, but I don’t just want to have this again.

I want more .