I arrived at the penthouse suite crowning the city’s skyline. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls framed infinite stars. Calfskin armchairs whispered against my thighs. Crystal flutes brimmed with vintage Dom Pérignon, fizz sharp on my tongue. This enclave belonged to the untouchables. Power brokers. Heirs. Me.
No memory. Blank slate. The library hummed alive. Walls of vellum-bound tomes shifted like lovers. Four holographic cards levitated. Each captured me: sprawled on Egyptian cotton with a grimoire; poolside, legs akimbo; fairground tease by a bull; back-turned toward a red-brick cabana. Grabbed the pool card. Terrace materialized. Infinity pool mirrored the night. Serene. Deceptive.
The Privilege
Dinah lounged there. Cat-eyed heiress in iridescent gown shifting hues. Mirror-studded hat scattered light. ‘Describe me, Alice,’ she demanded, voice husky. I traced her curves. We shed fabrics. Her tongue delved my slick folds. Chaos swirled. I bucked, flooding her mouth. She gasped truths: look inward. Gifted a shard-mirror. Fled giggling, her essence dripping down my legs.
Fair lounge next. Hay-scented opulence. Giant bull sculpture loomed. Time froze. Lumen appeared, bunny-eared stud, ears glowing. ‘Don’t move,’ he hissed. Bull charged, eyes blazing. Terror gripped. Mirror flashed sunlight into its glare. Blinded. We bolted. In shadows, his thick cock rammed me against leather bales. Thrusts shattered fear. Light or dazzle. He vanished in sparks, cock still twitching in memory.
Path of light led to cabana cottage. Red brick, forged-iron balcony etched with quills. Inside, wax candles flickered on aged oak. Vapor trails danced. Sophiana floated in. Ethereal analyst in translucent silk, body undulating like mist. Memories swirled chaotic. I cradled one, warmth flooding. Fucked her tenderly on velvet chaise. Pussy clenching memories. Emotions, not data. Quill-gift sealed it. Door to flakes-room. Visions: me devouring grimoire. Urgency pulsed.
The Excess
Bedchamber awaited. Silk sheets cool on skin. Grimoire mocked, pages flipping. Tic-tac haunted. Chapolax burst in. Eccentric tycoon, top hat studded watches, suit morphing patterns. ‘Heart, not head,’ he crowed. Keys bloomed. Watch stalled. Wound it. Others materialized. Dinah’s mirror fused. Lumen’s golden light. Sophiana’s quill. Chapolax’s kaleidoscope spark.
Orgy ignited. Dinah straddled my face, grinding wet heat. Lumen’s cock plunged deep, intuitive slams. Sophiana rode reverse, analytical rolls milking me. Chapolax fucked wildly, imagination unbound. Cocks stretched, pussies gushed. Cum painted pages blank. Revelations crashed: imagination, chaos, light, thought. United. Transcendent.
Blackout. Dawn light pierced velvet drapes. Cashmere robe enveloped me. Champagne lingered, crisp. Glass walls sealed secrets. No traces. Renewed. Keys inside: write my empire.
