(I bet that you have heard about a certain celebrity who's helding this kind of party....)
(Author's: I felt bad.....🥲)
The last time I saw Ren, his cock was still throbbing inside me, his cum dripping down my thighs as I pulled my dress back into place. The restaurant kitchen was quiet except for the hum of the refrigerators, the scent of garlic and soy sauce thick in the air. He had me bent over the stainless steel counter, my hands gripping the edge as he fucked me from behind, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You're mine," he had growled into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Say it." And I had, because in that moment, I was. Completely, utterly his.
But that was weeks ago.
Now, I was standing in the middle of a high-end nightclub in Roppongi, the bass of the music vibrating through my bones, the air thick with the scent of perfume and whiskey. The club was a maze of dark corners and velvet booths, the kind of place where secrets were traded like currency. I wasn't supposed to be here. I was supposed to be at home, pretending I didn't miss the way Ren's hands felt on my body, the way his voice turned rough when he was inside me. But then my phone buzzed with a single message: "Midnight. Black Lotus. Don't be late." No signature. No explanation. Just the promise of something I couldn't resist.
I told myself I was only here to tell him it was over. That we couldn't keep doing this. That it was too dangerous, too reckless. But the second I stepped into the club, my eyes scanning the crowd, I knew that was a lie. My pulse quickened when I spotted him—leaning against the bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his dark eyes locked onto me like a predator spotting its prey. He didn't smile. He didn't need to. The way his gaze raked over my body, slow and deliberate, said everything. You're here. You're mine. And you're not leaving until I'm done with you.
I should have turned around. I should have walked out. But my feet carried me forward, my heels clicking against the polished floor, my breath hitching as I stopped in front of him. The music was loud, the crowd a blur of moving bodies, but all I could focus on was him. The way his shirt clung to his chest, the way his fingers tapped against the glass, the way his lips curled just slightly when I finally met his eyes.
"You came," he said, his voice low, rough. Not a question. A statement.
"I shouldn't have," I replied, but my voice lacked conviction. My body was already betraying me, my nipples hardening under the thin fabric of my dress, my thighs pressing together as I remembered the last time he had me.
Ren set his glass down and stepped closer, his body heat radiating against me. "But you did." His hand slid around my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing into my stomach, and a shiver ran down my spine. "And now you're not leaving."
Before I could protest, his mouth crashed onto mine, his tongue forcing its way between my lips. I moaned into him, my hands gripping his shoulders as he kissed me like he owned me. And in that moment, he did. His other hand slid up my thigh, his fingers teasing the edge of my lace panties. "Fuck, Yuki," he growled against my lips. "You're already wet for me."
I was. Soaking. My pussy ached, my clit throbbing, my body desperate for his touch. But we were in the middle of a club, surrounded by people. "Ren," I gasped, pulling back just enough to speak. "We can't—"
"We can," he interrupted, his fingers slipping beneath the lace, his thumb pressing against my clit. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my hips jerking involuntarily. "And we will."
His fingers worked me expertly, his thumb circling my clit while two fingers slid inside me, curling just right. I clutched at his arm, my nails digging into his skin as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. "Ren, please," I whimpered, my voice lost in the music.
"Please what?" he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "You want to come, Yuki? Right here, in front of all these people?"
I should have said no. I should have pushed him away. But the thought of it—of him making me come in the middle of this crowded club, of the risk, the thrill—sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. "Yes," I breathed.
His fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder, his breath hot against my neck. "Then come for me, baby. Let me feel you."
I couldn't hold back. My orgasm crashed over me, my body shuddering against his as I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Ren's fingers didn't stop, drawing out every last tremor, every last gasp. When I finally sagged against him, my legs weak, he pulled his hand away and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate motion. "Delicious," he murmured. "But I'm not done with you yet."
Before I could catch my breath, he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd, his grip firm, his strides long. I followed, my body still humming from my orgasm, my mind a haze of lust and anticipation. He led me to a private VIP lounge, the door clicking shut behind us, the sound of the music muffled. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of leather and whiskey. A plush couch sat in the center, a low table in front of it, a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice.
Ren turned to me, his eyes dark with hunger. "Strip."
I should have protested. I should have demanded to know what he was planning. But the command in his voice, the way his gaze burned into me, made my fingers tremble as I reached for the zipper of my dress. I let it pool at my feet, stepping out of it in nothing but my lace bra and panties. Ren's eyes raked over me, his jaw tightening. "All of it."
I unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor, then hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs. I stood before him naked, my skin flushed, my nipples hard, my pussy still wet from his touch. Ren didn't move. He just watched me, his gaze lingering on every inch of my body. "Get on the couch," he said finally. "On your knees. Face the back."
I did as he said, my heart pounding as I climbed onto the couch, my knees sinking into the soft leather, my hands gripping the back. I could feel his eyes on me, could hear the rustle of his clothes as he undressed. Then his hands were on me, sliding up my thighs, his fingers teasing my pussy from behind. "You're so fucking perfect," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "So wet. So ready for me."
I moaned as his fingers slid inside me, his thumb pressing against my clit. "Ren, please," I begged, my hips rocking back against his hand.
"Please what?" he taunted, his fingers moving faster. "You want my cock, Yuki? You want me to fuck you right here, where anyone could walk in?"
"Yes," I gasped. "God, yes."
He chuckled darkly, his fingers withdrawing. I whimpered at the loss, but then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. "Then take it," he growled, gripping my hips as he thrust into me in one smooth motion.
I cried out, my fingers digging into the leather as he filled me completely. He didn't give me time to adjust, didn't start slow. He fucked me hard, his hips slamming against my ass, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his fingers digging into my skin. "So tight. So wet. You were made for my cock, weren't you?"
"Yes," I moaned, my body rocking back to meet his thrusts. "Only yours."
His hand slid around my throat, pulling me back against his chest as he continued to fuck me. His other hand found my clit, his fingers circling it in time with his thrusts. "Come for me again, Yuki," he commanded, his voice rough. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
I couldn't resist. My body obeyed, my orgasm crashing over me as I cried out, my pussy clenching around his cock. Ren groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. "Fuck, Yuki," he growled, his cock twitching inside me as he came, his cum filling me, his fingers tightening around my throat.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged. Then Ren pulled out, his cum dripping down my thighs as he turned me around, his mouth crashing onto mine. "We're not done," he murmured against my lips. "Not even close."
The next morning, I woke up in Ren's apartment, my body aching in the best way. The sheets were tangled around my legs, the scent of sex still thick in the air. I rolled over, expecting to find Ren beside me, but the bed was empty. I sat up, my hair a mess, my body still humming from the night before. That's when I heard it—the sound of voices coming from the living room.
I grabbed Ren's shirt from the floor and pulled it on, the fabric swallowing me as I padded barefoot into the living room. Ren was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to me, his phone pressed to his ear. But he wasn't alone. A man I didn't recognize was sitting on the couch, his legs crossed, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features and a scar running down his cheek. His eyes locked onto me as I stepped into the room, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Ah, there she is," he said, his voice smooth, accented. "The famous Yuki Tanaka."
Ren turned, his expression unreadable. "Yuki, this is Viktor. He's… an old friend."
Viktor stood, setting his glass down as he approached me. He moved like a predator, his gaze raking over me, lingering on the way Ren's shirt clung to my body. "A pleasure," he murmured, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. His lips were warm, his touch lingering just a second too long.
I pulled my hand back, my skin prickling. "What's going on, Ren?" I asked, my voice sharp.
Ren didn't answer. Instead, he walked over to me, his hand sliding around my waist, pulling me against him. "Viktor's in town for business," he said, his voice low. "And he's invited us to a party tonight."
I frowned. "What kind of party?"
Viktor chuckled, his eyes gleaming. "The kind where the rules are… flexible."
Ren's grip on my waist tightened. "You'll like it," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "Trust me."
I should have said no. I should have walked out, demanded answers. But the way Ren was looking at me, the way Viktor's gaze burned into me, sent a thrill of anticipation down my spine. "Fine," I said, my voice steady. "But I'm not wearing a dress."
Viktor laughed, the sound rich and dark. "Oh, Yuki," he said, shaking his head. "You won't be wearing anything at all."
The party was in a high-rise penthouse overlooking Tokyo, the city lights twinkling below like stars. The elevator ride up was silent, the air thick with tension. Ren stood beside me, his hand on the small of my back, his thumb tracing slow circles. Viktor leaned against the opposite wall, his eyes never leaving me. When the doors finally opened, the sound of music and laughter spilled out, the scent of perfume and alcohol thick in the air.
The penthouse was a sea of bodies, men and women in various states of undress, their laughter loud, their touches bold. A woman in a black corset and thigh-high boots sauntered past, her hand trailing over Viktor's chest as she smiled at me. "Fresh meat," she purred, her voice husky.
Ren's hand tightened on my back. "Ignore her," he murmured. "Stay with me."
But Viktor had other plans. He stepped forward, his hand sliding around my wrist, pulling me away from Ren. "Come, Yuki," he said, his voice low. "Let me show you around."
I should have resisted. I should have stayed with Ren. But the way Viktor looked at me, the way his touch sent a shiver down my spine, made me follow. He led me through the crowd, his grip firm, his strides long. We passed a couple on a couch, the woman straddling the man, her head thrown back as he sucked on her nipples. Another woman was on her knees in front of a man, her lips wrapped around his cock, her hands gripping his thighs. The air was thick with the sounds of pleasure, the scent of sex.
Viktor stopped in front of a door, his hand on the knob. "Ready?" he asked, his eyes locked onto mine.
I swallowed, my heart pounding. "For what?"
He smiled, slow and dangerous. "For everything."
He pushed the door open, revealing a dimly lit room, the walls lined with mirrors, a large bed in the center. A woman was already there, her body draped over the silk sheets, her eyes dark with lust. She was stunning—long legs, full breasts, her skin glowing under the soft light. She smiled when she saw us, her lips parting as she beckoned us forward.
"This is Lila," Viktor said, his voice rough. "She's going to help me show you a good time."
I should have run. I should have turned and fled. But the way Lila looked at me, the way her fingers trailed over her own body, sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. Ren stepped into the room behind us, his eyes dark, his jaw tight. "Yuki," he said, his voice a warning.
But I was already moving forward, my body acting on its own. Lila sat up, her hands reaching for me, pulling me onto the bed. "You're beautiful," she murmured, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me into a kiss.
Her lips were soft, her tongue warm as it slid into my mouth. I moaned, my hands gripping her shoulders as she deepened the kiss. Behind me, I felt Ren's hands on my hips, his body pressing against mine. "Fuck, Yuki," he growled, his lips brushing my ear. "You're going to be the death of me."
Lila's hands slid down my body, her fingers teasing my nipples before moving lower, slipping between my thighs. I gasped into her mouth as her fingers found my clit, her touch expert, her movements sure. "She's so wet," Lila murmured against my lips. "So ready."
Viktor chuckled, his hands sliding over my shoulders, his lips brushing my neck. "Then let's not keep her waiting."
Ren's hands gripped my hips, lifting me onto all fours. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, his fingers digging into my skin as he thrust into me in one smooth motion. I cried out, my body arching as he filled me, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me. Lila's fingers didn't stop, her touch circling my clit as Ren fucked me from behind.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Ren groaned, his hips slamming against my ass. "So tight. So wet."
Lila's mouth found my nipple, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as her fingers worked my clit. I moaned, my body rocking back to meet Ren's thrusts, my mind a haze of pleasure. Viktor's hands slid over my back, his lips brushing my shoulder. "You're incredible," he murmured. "So responsive. So perfect."
Ren's thrusts became erratic, his breath ragged as he chased his release. "Come for me, Yuki," he commanded, his voice rough. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
I couldn't hold back. My orgasm crashed over me, my body shuddering as I cried out, my pussy clenching around Ren's cock. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he came, his cum filling me, his fingers digging into my skin.
But we weren't done.
Lila's fingers didn't stop, her touch circling my clit as Ren pulled out, his cum dripping down my thighs. Viktor's hands slid over my body, his touch possessive, his lips brushing my neck. "My turn," he murmured, his voice dark.
He turned me onto my back, his body covering mine as he kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders as he positioned himself between my thighs. His cock was thick, his length impressive as he pressed against my entrance. "You're going to take me so well," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "Aren't you, Yuki?"
"Yes," I gasped, my body arching as he thrust into me.
He filled me completely, his cock stretching me, his thrusts deep and slow. Lila's mouth found my nipple, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as her fingers circled my clit. Ren's hands slid over my body, his touch possessive, his lips brushing my neck. "Fuck, you look so good taking his cock," he murmured, his voice rough. "So perfect."
Viktor's thrusts became faster, his breath ragged as he chased his release. "Come for me, Yuki," he commanded, his voice dark. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
I couldn't resist. My body obeyed, my orgasm crashing over me as I cried out, my pussy clenching around Viktor's cock. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he came, his cum filling me, his fingers digging into my skin.
But we still weren't done.
The night blurred into a haze of pleasure, of hands and mouths and cocks, of moans and gasps and the slick sound of skin against skin. At some point, Ren and Viktor switched, their cocks filling me in turn, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of my body. Lila's tongue was between my thighs, her fingers inside me, her mouth working me as Ren fucked me from behind. Viktor's cock was in my mouth, his hands tangled in my hair as I took him deep, my lips wrapped around his shaft.
I lost count of how many times I came, my body a trembling mess of pleasure, my mind a haze of lust. At one point, Ren had me on my knees, his cock in my mouth as Viktor fucked me from behind, his hands gripping my hips, his thrusts deep and hard. Lila's mouth was on my clit, her tongue circling the sensitive nub as I moaned around Ren's cock.
"Fuck, Yuki," Ren groaned, his hands tangled in my hair. "You take cock so well. Such a good little slut."
I moaned, my body arching as Viktor's thrusts became erratic, his breath ragged as he chased his release. "Come for me, Yuki," he commanded, his voice dark. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
I couldn't hold back. My orgasm crashed over me, my body shuddering as I cried out, my pussy clenching around Viktor's cock. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he came, his cum filling me, his fingers digging into my skin.
When it was finally over, I collapsed onto the bed, my body slick with sweat, my skin marked with bites and bruises. Ren and Viktor lay on either side of me, their bodies pressed against mine, their hands still exploring, still touching. Lila curled up beside me, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my stomach.
"You were incredible," Viktor murmured, his lips brushing my shoulder.
Ren's hand slid over my hip, his touch possessive. "Mine," he growled, his voice rough.
I should have protested. I should have told him I wasn't his, that I wasn't anyone's. But the way his hand felt on my skin, the way his voice sent a shiver down my spine, made me stay silent. Because the truth was, in that moment, I was his. Completely, utterly his.
And I never wanted it to end.
The next morning, I woke up alone in Ren's bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, the scent of sex still thick in the air. I sat up, my body aching in the best way, my mind a haze of memories from the night before. The door to the bedroom opened, and Ren stepped in, a tray of coffee and pastries in his hands. He set it on the bed beside me, his eyes dark as they raked over my body.
"Morning," he murmured, his voice rough.
I reached for the coffee, my fingers trembling slightly. "Morning."
Ren sat on the edge of the bed, his hand sliding over my thigh. "Last night was… intense."
I took a sip of coffee, the bitter liquid grounding me. "That's one word for it."
He chuckled, his thumb tracing circles on my skin. "You enjoyed it."
I didn't deny it. "Yes."
His hand slid higher, his fingers teasing the edge of my panties. "Good. Because we're not done."
I should have told him no. I should have said it was too much, that I needed time, that I needed space. But the way his fingers felt on my skin, the way his voice sent a shiver down my spine, made me stay silent. Because the truth was, I didn't want it to end. Not yet.
Ren's phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a message. He glanced at it, his jaw tightening. "Viktor wants to see us again tonight."
I set my coffee down, my heart pounding. "And?"
Ren's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze dark, possessive. "And we're going."
I should have said no. I should have told him it was too much, that I needed to think, that I needed to breathe. But the way he looked at me, the way his touch sent a thrill of anticipation down my spine, made me nod. "Okay."
Ren smiled, slow and dangerous. "Good girl."
And just like that, we did that dirty act again...