The elevator hums to the penthouse floor, city lights sprawling below like a conquered empire. Nicolas’s place: floor-to-ceiling glass walls, supple leather sofas sinking under my weight, a faint scent of aged whiskey and his cologne. Broke, evicted, I begged shelter from my college buddy after years abroad. He welcomed me—mi casa es su casa—his spacious chaos hiding opulence: marble counters, silk sheets, panoramic views that scream elite power.
Days blur into domestic bliss. I scrub the marble floors, iron his crisp shirts, cook gourmet meals from his stocked Sub-Zero fridge. Alone, his conquests echo—women screaming ecstasy through thin walls. I stroke myself listening, hard and ashamed. Then, one morning, he parades nude past the breakfast bar. Towering, chiseled, his firm ass flexes. Shower door ajar, water cascades over rippling muscles. My cock throbs traitorously.
The Privilege
Routine escalates. Naked breakfasts, open showers—taunting? I raid her abandoned lingerie drawer: pink lace panties hugging my skin like forbidden silk, bra cups empty but thrilling, short clingy dress, dusty wig framing my feminized face. Mirror lies: I’m Josephine, sexy, alive. Maquillage perfects the illusion—smoky eyes, red lips. I dance in black lace ensemble, transparent robe whispering against thigh-highs, when the door clicks.
He freezes, eyes devouring. Silence stretches eternal. He advances; I retreat to glass walls overlooking the glittering skyline. His hand grips my jaw, tongue invades—brutal, hungry. Knees buckle. He shoves me down, frees his thickening cock. Gland presses my lips. I yield; he fucks my throat relentlessly, gagging me, exploding hot jets down my gullet. Fingers find my raging erection under lace. ‘Filthy pervert,’ he growls. ‘No more man clothes. You’re my wife now—confined, obedient, for my pleasure only.’ A lover’s kiss seals it: ‘You won’t regret.’ He leaves; I stay, choosing chains.
The Excess
Fresh makeup, heels clicking on polished oak, I prep dinner—foie gras, vintage champagne chilling. He returns, embraces from behind. ‘My queen.’ Papers await: sign blindly in alien script, dump male relics in trash—passport safe, manhood discarded. ‘Trust me.’ His fingers probe, igniting surrender. Gift in bathroom: black bulb syringe. I fill, lube, insert—warm flood cleanses, prepping my hole. Pristine, I set the table.
He devours me first. Pins me over mahogany dining table, hikes robe, tongues my ass—wet, probing. Fingers stretch, hit prostate lightning. Cock rams in raw—pain flares to bliss. I claw his ass, urging deeper. He pounds, roars, floods me. Cleanup duty: I suck him pristine, deepthroat revival ends in second load swallowed greedily. My denied cock aches; he edges cruelly. ‘Learn to cum from ass like a slut.’ I erupt, licking his cum-hand clean.
Morning ritual: nude god behind me, stroking slow, denying climax. ‘Guests today—serve them fully.’ Frustrated, dressed in nude lace and sheer dress, I await, hole prepped, penthouse fortress guarding our secret. Leather whispers, champagne pops—luxury veils the depravity. His world claims me utterly.
