The world was spinning, and a heavy haze wrapped itself around Valerie Smith like a velvet fog dulling her senses. The room pulsed with neon lights flashing like slow motion lightning against the blur of bodies grinding to the music.
Her mouth was dry, her lips parted slightly, but no words came. She swayed where she stood, eyes. Her dress, once elegant, clung to her damp skin as if it no longer belonged to her. Something was off. Everything was off.
"Val, this way!" Ashley's voice cut through the fog. Sweet, cheerful. Too cheerful.
Valerie tried to focus. She saw her stepsister's face, bright red lipstick, golden hair swept into loose curls, phone in hand like always. Ashley giggled and positioned Valerie with a firm hand on her shoulder, turning her toward the velvet couch.
"Damn Val, lay down"
Valerie's fingers curled on the edge of the couch, her legs spread slightly, her back leaning over that her dress had exposed too much. Someone leaned in close, too close. Laughter rang out, and there was a flash of the camera through the dark.
Then it came again, another picture. And then another.
Valerie's head lolled to the side. Her eyes fluttered, catching glimpses. A man's face. Hands on her thighs. She could feel the hot manly breaths on the sides of her face.
"Just one more," Ashley said sweetly as a man lifted Valerie's chin, shifting her gaze to meet his "Smile for the camera, birthday girl."
There was another flash. And everywhere went blank
The morning sunlight pierced through the thin curtains, searing across Valerie's eyelids. She winced, groaned, and buried her face in the pillow, her head pounding with a merciless rhythm. Her throat was raw. She couldn't feel her limbs. She was lying in a hotel bed she didn't recognize, in a robe that wasn't hers, with a bitter taste clinging to her tongue. She looked around the bed, the room. She was alone. She sat up slowly. The sheets fell around her like waves, revealing faint bruises along her inner thighs and arms. Her hands trembled as she reached for the glass of water on the nightstand, nearly knocking it over.
What happened last night?
Bits and pieces flickered behind her eyes, flashes of light, laughter, Ashley's voice. But the rest was blank, no sequence and no sense of control.
Her phone buzzed.
She blinked at the screen. It was an anonymous message.
"Nice show last night."
Show?
Valerie's stomach dropped as she clicked on the photos that were attached to the message. She stared at the images, breath catching in her throat. Her own face, her eyes were glazed, her body exposed, and her mouth slightly open. Men around her. Her dress hitched up. She was bending over. Her fingers clenching something or someone.
She dropped the phone, making it bounce on the hotel mattress.
"No, it's not me, it can't be," she whispered.
She wrapped the robe tighter around herself and stumbled into the bathroom. She needed to think, to breathe.
She needed to find Ashley.
****
Damian Wayne sat at the edge of a long marble table in the presidential suite, fingers tapping in slow rhythms against his glass of red wine. Damian was always ruthless when it came to business, always working with only those he deemed worthy.
The meeting had started smoothly, contracts reviewed, and investment proposals presented. But halfway through his second glass, his vision began to blur. His body heated unnaturally. Every brush of fabric against his skin became a distraction. His mind clouded with something primal, a hunger curling in his gut, spreading lower.
"Mr. Wayne?" his assistant, Nolan asked quietly, tapping his shoulder "Are you alright?"
Damian pushed the wine glass away.
"No," he muttered. "Something's wrong. That drink was spiked."
Nolan's eyes widened. "I'll call the hotel medic…"
"No" Damian stood abruptly swaying slightly before steadying himself. He ran a hand through his hair, sweat beads forming against his forehead. "I need, uhm, I need a different form of solution."
Nolan Hesitated "sir?"
Damian turned to the table, "This meeting is over"
Without a king up his statement, He turned back to Nolan, "I need someone" his voice was low, really low and rough "Call for companionship, Quietly, no names"
Nolan nodded stiffly and stepped out of the room, bringing out his phone with shaky fingers.
The room began to empty out as the other businessmen stood to leave. Damian moved to the window gripping the cold iron rims as he tried to focus. But whatever it was in him was already stirred. Whoever did this to him knew exactly what they were doing. And now all he could think of was a release.
His phone interrupted his thoughts with a loud ring.
"Sir, there's a room prepared, someone will be sent to you shortly". Nolan's voice sounded through the speakers.
Damian checked his phone to notice that Nolan had sent him the location of the room. Without hesitation, he dashed to the third floor in the east wing. His patience grew thinner as he paced around the elegant room. About ten minutes later, a knock came.
He turned, his breath was tight, but his spirit was lifted a bit.
The woman at the door was not was he expected, she was tall and slender, wrapped in a tight robe. Her hair was damp and she looked disoriented.
"Oh wrong room" she mumbled as she blinked rapidly taking in Damian's manly physique.
Damian instincts flared as he closed the gap between them. She smelled like heaven, alcohol heaven, like desperation and sweetness. Damian's trousers began to feel tight around his groin.
Valerie felt small despite her tall figure, under Damian's 6'4 build. She gulped as he placed a hand on her throat gently, leading her further into the room. She didn't resist, she still wasn't herself.
Their mouths crashed together, hot and demanding. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as she kissed him with all the fury and confusion she'd kept bottled inside.
She gasped as he lifted her easily, pressing her back against the door. His mouth traveled down her jaw, to her neck, biting softly before soothing the sting with his tongue. She whimpered, her legs tightening around his waist. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm.
Damian broke the kiss and looked Valerie in the eye. There was something there but he couldn't point it out. He staggered across the room with Valerie still hanging on his hip until he got to the bedside. He places Valerie on the soft mattress, then brings himself down to meet her. Damian began to leave kisses all over her jaw and face. With one finger, Damian loses the knot she had tied on the robe. Her moans erupted in the air as his hardness pressed against the material of her cotton panties.
His soft lips brush against her flesh before locking themselves around one of her nipples, making her gasp in pleasure. His hand fondled with the other breast as he pressed his hardness into her.
The pressure builds for Valerie as her insides are wet from the tension.
Pushing her further into the bed, he grazes her tender skin with his teeth as he migrates from her breasts and reaches her panties, pilling it down her leg with his mouth. His hands began to rub her thigh inching closer to her dripping core.
Without warning, he pushed his digits into her clit, making Valerie moan into his mouth as she lifted her back from the mattress. He created pressure in her stomach as he pumped in and out of her, curling his fingers.
"Don't stop!" Valerie managed to whisper.
Damian surprises her with his next move. He slowly opens his mouth and sucks her wetness off his fingers, moaning softly at the taste.
"You want me to fuck you" Damian whispered hoarsely into her ear.
Valerie nodded, unable to make out words.
Damian lifted himself off the bed, undressing himself to reveal his muscular body, his abs were deeply toned and a tattoo on his right rib. He unzips his pants quickly as my erection presses against them painfully. He looks at her for a few more seconds before turning her around so she lays flat on her stomach, making her gasp.
Sitting on his knees between her spread legs, he massaged from the back of her kneecaps, up her thighs and up her ass. He places his hand into the waistband of his boxers to adjust his already hard dick. Turning her back around so she lays on her back, he buries his face into her pussy instantly.
Valerie whimpers as his lips close around her clit, her hands gripping a fistful of his hair. Her back arched off the mattress overwhelmed by the sensation she felt. He sucked harder, his tongue caressed every inch of her inner lips. Soon her legs began to shake around his shoulder as she reached her peak.
Valeri pants as she tugs on the waistband of Damian's boxers. He smirked, helping her pull them off and throwing them away.
Her loud moans fill the room just as groans escape Damian's mouth. He slammed his inches inside her hot cunt. His dick got tighter as her inner walls wrapped around him tightly. His pace fastened.
"Why are you so fucking tight?" he groaned. She moaned in response, her nails scratched his back, leaving her marks on his body.
Sweat dripped down both of their foreheads and covered every inch of their nudes.
When Valerie screamed, Damian began to thrust harder against that particular spot giving them both pleasure. Valerie grinds harder, matching his pace.
Minutes passed until her breathing got uneven. She reaches her climax and orgasms hard around him with a scream. He thrusts inside her a few more times and pulls out before emptying himself into the sheets.
He fell on top of Valerie as they both tried to catch their breaths.
"Who are you?" he whispered.
"Valerie"
"Hmm, Damian".