~:Prologue:~
As she approached the suite, her heart raced with anticipation. She knocked on the door. She heard his deep voice from inside, beckoning her to enter. She turned the doorknob and pushed open the door to the luxurious hotel room.
The room was partially dark, illuminated only by the soft light of a nightstand lamp. It cast shadows across the plush furnishings, adding an air of mystery and intrigue to the scene. In the corner sat a shadowy figure, his features obscured by the dim lighting.
"Come in," his voice commanded, sending shivers down her spine. She closed the door behind her, shutting out the noise of the bustling city outside.
With hesitant steps, she moved closer to him, feeling the weight of his gaze upon her. She began to unbutton her blouse.
“Keep it on and come closer,” he replied, his voice sending a jolt of desire through her body.
She walked towards him in her tall, pencil-thin heels, dressed in a tight red dress that left little to the imagination. Any man would have been captivated by her sensuality, but he seemed completely unaffected by her alluring appearance. He simply ignored her long blond hair, captivating eyes, and beautiful smile.
"What would you like me to do, Sir?" she asked breathlessly. Biting her lip suggestively, she stood in front of him. The anticipation built within her as she waited for his next command.
"Kneel," he ordered with authority, and she complied without hesitation, sinking down to her knees before him.
She knew exactly what he wanted and slowly unzipped his pants, the sound of the zipper echoing in the dimly lit room. The anticipation hung thick in the air as she met his gaze and nodded, understanding his desire.
“And don’t swallow it,” he warned, tossing a handful of tissues onto the plush carpeted floor.
He was a rich and powerful man, sitting before her with an air of entitlement. She couldn't help but think how different this encounter was from her usual casual sexual encounters with other men. But she pushed those thoughts aside and focused on him, ready to fulfill his desires.
Without hesitation, she began arousing him. Her fingers wrapped around his erect penis, stroking up and down with practiced movements. He groaned in pleasure, his eyes closed as he let himself be consumed by the sensation.
Feeling the heat emanating from his body, she took him into her mouth and began to pleasure him even more intensely.
He had no regrets about their lack of connection or intimacy. To him, she was simply a means to satisfy his carnal desires. Nothing else mattered at that moment.
The scarlet woman knelt before him, her head bobbing in rhythm as she pleasured him. Her lips and tongue danced over his length, pleasuring him.
But there was no heat or passion in his actions. He was simply satisfying his sexual thirst.
In his mind, he pictured the only woman he had ever loved and how he wished it was her instead of this stranger fulfilling his needs. His moans grew louder, urging her on as she moved her lips and tongue with precision.
With a final groan, he reached the peak of pleasure and released it into her mouth. He closed his eyes and rested back in satisfaction.
Then, he stood tall and made his way to the bathroom. The experienced woman who had served him in his room waited patiently near the bed. As he cleaned himself, he flushed away the tissues and wiped himself clean with a washcloth before tossing them into the waste bin.
“The money is on the table, and you can stay overnight if you wish,” he said briefly. Then, without another word, he left the suite, leaving the woman alone with her thoughts and their exchange behind closed doors.
‘He was neither a lover nor a heartbreaker.’
~:xXx:~
