S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 3
The man’s voice carried a bewitching quality. Chi Zaozao’s body jolted and her earlobe reddened under the caress of his words.
She turned to face the source of the voice. The man wore a mask, dressed in a suit as if attending a formal banquet, both dignified and composed. A badge on his chest drew her gaze.
Tina had mentioned that badge, a mark of one of the club’s founders, identical to the one worn by the man on stage. Under the dim lights, it gleamed with a cold, austere shine.
“Mr King, I’m sorry for disturbing you,” she said. The founders bore the exclusive title King, often paired with a personal name, like the man on stage, Rory, known here as RK.
Chi Zaozao stood, bowing deferentially. In this place, this man held dominion.
He studied her with interest, his gaze akin to a predator eyeing prey within reach.
“Are you enjoying it? Care to try with me?” His expression remained stern, yet his words held an inexplicable thrill, each syllable, even the rising lilt of the last, dripping with charm.
Chi Zaozao stumbled, nearly falling into his arms. He steadied her promptly, a teasing smirk curling his lips. “Are you that eager to throw yourself at me?”
She wasn’t!
Chi Zaozao wished she could vanish into the floor.
He didn’t press further. Instead, he casually took a seat and handed her a business card, leaving her with, “You can come find me anytime.”
That night, his words haunted her like a spell.
Even in her dreams, she saw him.
The man, masked and cold, wielded a whip, his lips devoid of a smile. She knelt blindfolded on the floor, each crack of the whip drawing a cry… another crack… until she begged for mercy. He relented, removing her blindfold, kissing the tears streaming down her face, then pinning her to the ground. Her hands were bound, and his massive c*ck thrust relentlessly…
The friction against the floor intensified the pain of the whip marks on her back, but the pleasure amplified tenfold. This familiar yet foreign sensation pushed her toward ecstasy.
“Hah… hah…” Chi Zaozao awoke with a start, gasping for air. Her body was drenched, the musky scent of her ar*usal mingling with damp sweat in her nose.
Exhaling deeply, she closed her eyes and rose to change the soaked bedsheets.
It was five in the morning.
Even though it was still early, she opened the windows to air out the room and prepared breakfast. The lingering musk of her ar*usal dissipated as the meal came together.
When she tossed the previous day’s clothes into the washing machine, a black-and-gold business card slipped from her pocket.
It bore no ornate details, only a name and a phone number.
“Michael”
Almost as if possessed, Chi Zaozao dialled the number.
At the sound of “beep,” she panicked and hung up.
What was wrong with her?
Minutes later, her phone rang. She answered instinctively, only to realise the caller was him.
“Seems you’re quite impatient. I’ll send you the address shortly.”
What could she say? That it was an accident? That she only meant to save his number?
When he hung up, her face flushed crimson, as if she might explode.
Even the cool autumn morning breeze couldn’t quell the heat coursing through her.
The fresh underwear she’d just put on was already soaked. His voice alone had left her… hot and bothered.