IMPERY OF THE FEELINGS IN THE CLUB OF THE PROIB PRAZERS.

The night passed so quickly and dawn came very quickly.
Saint-Laurent kissed me on both sides, shook my hands before going to his private dependencies.
I watched as he left, with unexpected heartache.
- What? So, Saint-Laurent, how'd it go with her?
- It's okay. It was all I expected and much more. I think he'll be back. Sooner or later, you bet.
- It's okay. But you're still pale. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that.
- Nope. There's nothing to be sorry about. I'm exactly as you say.
- Maybe tomorrow night...
- We won't open until next Saturday, without exception.
- What? But one of the men would gladly share with you...
- Nope. I'll wait for her to come back. I think next Saturday. I don't think it's long to wait.
Smoothing the expression he saw himself almost nostalgic in the faint light of the corridor leading to the rooms of those who lived there.
- What? She was sad, but she's lovely.
- Yeah, she's...
He didn't say another word until he got to the door that led him to his room.
Will you let me know when she returns?
Lilith promised immediately.
- Well... I want her. It's mine, only mine. Make sure the others know.
- Relax, you know.
After leaving Saint-Laurent, Lilith changed her appearance from calm to worried.
“Miss Ayeska doesn’t know that when Saint-Laurent put something in her head, nothing mattered. And it was impossible to dissuade him. Absolutely impossible.
The week passed quickly and it was already Saturday.
- What? I'm glad to see you again, Ayeska. Lilith took my hands between hers and gave me a kiss on each face.
- Thanks for the invite. I didn't expect it. I know one night here at the Forbidden Pleasure Club costs a lot.
- Saint-Laurent, he spoke very highly of you. And he's not an easy man to please or impress. And don't be surprised if tonight he comes to you again.
- Remember the rules, Ayeska?
Although I didn't think of them so far, I remembered them. Clearly.
- Yeah.
- Well, come on in. She went to the door that would take her to a common club hall. - I think you can find your way without my help.
- Thank you.
I entered a salon with approximately 10 people and escorts.
The hall was large and almost circular, decorated with luxurious fabrics and colors. There were several doors, some were open and others closed. A pair of oak doors led to a beautiful garden and entered a pleasant and cool night breeze.
I walked through the hall with my eyes and took a glass of champagne with one of the bartenders. Anxious, his throat was dry. The drink was refreshing and refreshing, cooled to perfection...
- I see you're back.
I turned and found Saint-Laurent standing restlessly close, although I had not even heard him approach. I forgot how tall he was. His long dark hair was thick and shone on his shoulders.
- Yeah, I'm back. I answered with a hoarse voice.
- It's okay. I see. - The smile on his lips, part mockery and part fun were pure sensuality.
- Can I keep you company, Nanny?
I sighed and controlled myself just before I answered.
- I thought we were past that, Nanny. Don't you remember my name? His smile made him eternally young. I could be 25 or 30... It could be closer to forty, though I doubted it. It was his eyes, more than anything, which made him look much older. They looked like an older man.
- It's okay. I remember everything, Ayeska-- you reached out to me.- Will you come with me or not? I have a lot to show you tonight, if you'll stay with me.
The hoarse, velvety voice has entwined my heart and put prudence aside.
I gave him my hand and felt a calm and energetic force.
- It's okay. What will you show me?
- Anything, if I may.
A heat ran through my body. A primitive sign sounded deep in my heart. He approached me, felt my aroma openly and closed his eyes, as full of happiness. You're more intoxicating than wine, you know that?
I had a soft, nervous laugh.
- What? I'll get drunk on you if you're not careful, you played him. And I already know that a tasting of you isn't enough for a glutton like me.
- What? You don't have to talk like that all the time, trying to seduce me.
Oh, but you still have to know all the pleasure of my tongue, Nanny. Maybe before the night ends, you'll feel different about this.
- What? What do you have planned for tonight? .
He smiled and his perfume altered my senses. Cinnamon, almond and its own perfume; it was delicious. A sinful combination.
- Nice to meet you, my sweet Ayeska.
He held my hand harder and took me through the hall, towards one of the doors.
- Here at the Forbidden Pleasures Club, our clients tell us what they want and we make their wishes come true. That's why we're here. But you're hot, you're more private. In fact, I don't think you know what you want, apart from happiness, this state of the intangible but incredibly powerful being. We have many quarters in this place, as you may have guessed by the size. And inside each one there will be a different world to please and discover. For you I took the liberty of choosing environments that, I think, are the most suitable to bring about your deepest sensual being. For you, I choose the softest, most feminine aspects here, because you're completely soft and feminine. But if you wish, I will take you a different way. I can show you latex fetishes, medical fetishes and blood fetishes... Anything you can imagine. If you asked me now, I'd take you to a place where only those who are interested in string submission scenarios are satisfied. I can take you to a place where pain is the oldest catalyst for pleasure. Or one where anal sex is the most sought after, strong or soft. Anyway, here at the club there are a thousand possibilities.
- What? What... - I swallowed dry. - What fetish did you pick for me tonight?
His smile was so wide, it showed his teeth very white. - It's not so much a fetish. I'd like to wake you from this place so deep inside you. I would like to see her bloom, I want to see her fleshy, open and drunk by her own power as a woman.
I got serious and thoughtful.
- What? Didn't you feel a change inside you after spending one night with me here?
It was true. But how could he know? Had it been that obvious?
- Yeah. - I admit it.
He took me to a blue door with a calm, strong hand around me.
- It's okay. Now, let me guide you. Let me take you. Let me show you what a woman you are.
The blue door opened and the room was decorated in various shades of blue and turquoise. It was truly charming.
There was a bed in the center of the retired, raised on three marble steps, so it was the main attraction of the room. Rich fabrics fall from the huge columns of the bed, in various shades of blue, white silver. Various skin carpets on the floor, each decadent and sinful of luxury and refined taste.
There were no windows.
- No two-sided mirrors this time? - I asked you to play.
- I wish I had all your attention tonight, so no. I'm afraid there are no two-sided mirrors this time.
And he took me straight to bed.
- It's okay. Tonight we will continue the journey: we will explore the sense of touch. The need and desire to touch, give and receive.
I felt a tingling in my hands, a huge will and need to touch it.
- Okay, I'm ready for the sense of touch.
- Take off my sweet Ayeska. He ordered me with a whisper that caressed my skin like the touch of invisible lips.
My hands were shaking and I was taking them to your black, tight shirt. He raised his arms complacently over his head, so that I could lift up his shirt, allowing the muscles of his stomach and chest to be discovered. The collar on his shirt got off his head, but I was too short to take it off his arms, so he finished taking it off.
I totally absorbed it by my eyes.
My hunger was immense.
I extended my arm to slide my hands all over his chest and screamed scared when he held me firmly by his hands.
- Nope. Not yet. - I couldn't stand it now. Not so soon.
– Now take me off before we go any further. Take me off. - He sighed before he let me go slowly.
I took my hands down to the belt buckle, carefully, without even rubbing on your skin.
“ But, uh... I was so excited to touch him. I was desperate to touch him. That's all I've been thinking about since he showed up. Play it. Feel it."
Our eyes met and I felt it burning my soul. There was a promise in his eyes, a secret knowledge in his depths, that only a lover could have.
I wanted him as a lover. If he wanted me tonight, I wouldn't refuse him.
The belt buckle was heavy silver. My trembling, anxious hands managed to unbutton it. Then it was the zipper and buttons on the black leather pants. He leaned back on his elbows, wanting to help me. Her excitement was great, hard and warm as I rubbed her with my fingers in my attempt to misfit her pants.
My heart sounded like thunder. My sex craved, filled with excitement. I breathed with soft breaths coming out of my lips, into his skin.
He didn't wear underwear. Your swollen limb was released from confinement, heavy and thick in my hands as I unbuttoned the last of the buttons.
My hands loosened and I held my breath. I looked up towards you and found your eyes.
- Finish it, sweetie. - He asked nicely.
- You'll touch me soon, I promise. Everything you want and more.
I took the loose belt out of my pants. He lifted up his hips and pushed the smooth back of his sex to my face as I leaned forward. The perfume, the smell of it most concentrated there, in the center of its manhood, filled me with water to mouth.
Tremble, but determined, I slipped out of his bed, took off his leather boots, and then I went down his pants to his ankles, kneeling on the floor between his legs, as I moved to fulfill my task. Once I took his pants off, I taped him up and kept quiet.
My face was up to your limb.
- What? Do you have any doubt how much I wish you now, Ayeska?
I swallowed dry and shook my head as my eyes moved willingly, lowered between their thighs.
- Do you want me, Saint-Laurent?
- And you Ayeska, do you wish me?
I sat on my head, no use lying.
It was crystal clear how much I wanted it.
- It's okay. Then don't regret it. You're welcome. Now. Touch me. Please, touch me.
I took my hands up and put them on your knees. My eyes touched him from the head to the chest, from the belly to the sex, the legs and, oh!
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Touch me all, he said with a hoarse voice.
I caressed her leg hair, from her knees to her calves and then back up to her thighs. I never took my hands off your skin and never stopped taking it.
My body was shaking, my breath was gasping, and I knew he could hear it.
My hands cuddled your thighs.
- It's okay. Touch me all over. Feel me... he leaned back with a deep, unstable sigh.
- Yeah... I'll play it all. I'll feel it... I replied with a groan.
I rose slowly, avoiding his member, though I desperately desired to touch him. I was partially inclined, leaning on him, while sliding my hand through his body. I raised my hands until it reached your shoulders. He had fresh skin. Silk on steel, since your muscles were even harder. I touched their muscles, pressed them firmly, just as I wanted to do elsewhere. Then I walked through your chest with my hands. When I pulled him gently, he groaned and inflated his chest under my hands.
I sat next to him when I felt my breath escape. He immediately took my hands and brought them back to his chest. - Do it again...
I repeated the gesture and my eyes were impressed to see the same excited response from your limb.
More cheeky than ever, I leaned forward and licked his nipple; he groaned and plotted a hand in my hair. I repeated the caress, this time sucking and licking your nipple. He moved his hips and clenched his fist in my hair.
My hair covered my face like it was a bright curtain. Without resisting, I went up my lips and pressed them against his neck, licking and biting. Your breath exploded in my ear.
Bite me... he said with a trembling voice.
Without thinking twice, I bit him. At first gently, but when he pushed my mouth against his throat with his fist still stuck in my hair, I bit him harder. He groaned, filled with excitement, hunger and passion.
- Harder. He asked me while he was squeezing my body against yours, lying next to him in bed.
I bit harder, taking the skin to my mouth, conscious that I would leave a mark on it and delight in knowing that.
The strong structure of your body shuddered under mine, while your swollen limb pushed my stomach hard.
- It's okay. Harder, please. Bite me harder, Ayeska!
So I walked away, because if I bit him harder, it would make him bleed. I stood up on his body, so that my dark red hair would fall off and get entangled with his black hair. Our eyes met. I could have sworn his had a red hue, so strong was his need at the time.
Almost as much as mine.
Touch me all, Ayeska. I need you...
I sat on him, something had changed between us.
I wanted it too. And my intention was to have it.
But for now, I would touch him...
I slipped my hands through your chest and stomach. Her belly muscles clenched like it tickled and I repeated the caress with a smile.
There was something precious about tact. A simple preciousness, which was innocent, despite the purely sexual nature of his situation. It was soft and rough at once, hard and soft, the way only a truly masculine man at the level of his sexual apogee could be. The warm limb now between my legs burned me. I settled on him instinctively.
Saint-Laurent issued a guttural groan in response to the movement.
- What? I can't take much more of this, Ayeska.
He smiled... and I kept...
Go on...
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