Pleasure
Pleasure
"Wake up! We only have two days of vacation left." Ethan placed a cup of coffee on the nightstand.
Amber slowly opened her eyes, feeling her head spin, the weight of the alcohol she had drunk the night before pounding against her temples.
"Let me sleep a little longer, please, Ethan. I feel like I’m going to die."
He crossed his arms in front of her. Unlike her, he had already showered, was perfectly dressed, and smelled delicious.
"You should consider not drinking the way you did last night."
Amber began to remember everything that had happened, and although only confused images flashed through her mind, the most important part—where she had lost all her modesty on the beach—was vividly alive in her memory.
"Ethan, shit. I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened last night. I was way too drunk."
"You do know what happened last night. We fucked on the beach, you lost your panties, we were almost caught, you gave me orders."
"Don’t be a liar." She lowered her gaze, embarrassed. "I didn’t do that. Where do you even get those things from?"
"If there’s one thing I dislike in life, Amber, it’s lies. I wouldn’t lie about your bad behavior. Get ready, we’re going somewhere."
"What? I don’t feel well, I want to rest." She dropped her head back on the pillow and pulled the sheets up to her neck.
"Amber Collins de Rhodes, let me remind you that you have a marital contract for which you’re very well paid, and although the money doesn’t come from my pocket, your duties include pleasing your husband."
Amber jolted up in anger, throwing the sheets as far as she could.
"That’s not true, Ethan. I didn’t sign that."
Ethan exhaled, irritated.
"Get up. We’re going to have breakfast. You need to eat properly and take something for the hangover. Everything is already set in the dining room."
"Where are we going? Are we going shopping?" she asked reluctantly as she got up.
Amber dragged her feet to the bathroom, feeling how each step made her head throb harder. She turned on the shower and let the hot water fall over her skin, washing away the remaining sand and sweat from the night before.
It was a quick shower, but enough to clear her clouded mind a little. She tied her damp hair into a messy bun and chose a seductive dress from the closet: a tight black one that clung to her curves like a second skin, with a deep neckline revealing the valley between her breasts and a skirt ending just above her knees—teasing enough to make any gaze linger.
She looked at herself in the mirror, noticing how the fabric hugged her hips, and felt a familiar flutter in her belly at the thought of Ethan’s eyes on her.
She went downstairs to the dining room where he was waiting, with a table full of fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, and a juice that promised to ease the hangover. They ate in silence, but the air between them was charged, as if every one of Ethan’s glances stripped her all over again. They finished quickly, and he guided her toward the hotel garage.
His red convertible awaited them, gleaming under the morning sun. They got in, the engine roared to life, and Ethan pressed the accelerator, taking them along the road that bordered the beach. The salty wind whipped through Amber’s hair, and the sun warmed her exposed skin, making the dress feel even more provocative against her body.
In the distance, a large building emerged, something out of a luxurious dream: black glass facades and polished marble, elegant lines that screamed exclusivity—like a private resort or an elite club. Amber frowned, confused, as the car approached.
"What is this place?" she asked, both nervous and puzzled. It didn’t look like a shopping center, so the idea of going on a spree vanished instantly.
Ethan simply raised a brow, wearing that sideways smile that always disarmed her.
"You’ll see."
The parking gate opened with an electronic buzz, revealing an underground space illuminated with dim red lights. They entered, driving through a wide corridor lined with luxury cars.
They stepped out, and a uniformed valet approached immediately, taking the keys with a discreet bow. Ethan, unlike ever before, extended his hand and intertwined his fingers with hers—a possessive gesture that made her blink in surprise. Confused but intrigued, she followed him.
They walked down an elegant hallway, its walls covered in dark red velvet and dotted with recessed lights casting soft shadows. At the end, Ethan pulled out a black card and swiped it through a hidden reader. The door opened with a soft click—and what lay on the other side nearly made Amber bolt.
It was a bar submerged in pure lust, a sanctuary of desire where the air smelled of expensive perfume, sweat, and primal sex. Golden cages hung from the high ceiling, swaying lightly with sensual women inside: semi-naked bodies contorting to a low, pulsing rhythm, their curves shimmering under strobe lights, hardened nipples brushing the bars as they danced with movements meant to tempt sin.
All around, couples tangled in dark corners: hands slipping under skirts, lips devouring necks, muffled moans mixing with the clinking of glasses. A man licked the cleavage of his partner on a leather sofa while another couple kissed with ravenous hunger. The place was a maze of private booths with semi-transparent curtains, where silhouettes suggested intense fucks, cocks hardening under trousers and wet pussies waiting to be claimed. Everything was erotic, raw, unapologetic—a world where pleasure reigned without shame.
Amber squeezed Ethan’s hand tightly, her heart racing, a treacherous heat spreading between her legs as she took in the scene.
"Why did you bring me here?" she whispered, her voice trembling but laced with an excitement she couldn’t deny.
He turned to her, his dark eyes locking onto hers.
"Last night you switched the roles, Amber. No one gives me orders, and you dared to do it on that beach, riding me like you owned me. Now, you’re going to face the consequences. Here you’ll learn who truly commands, and I assure you that when I’m done, your pussy will be begging for more."