The dimly lit room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and loud echoing thrusts. A continuous wave of whimpering bounced off the walls and into the furniture. Loud cries of pleasure were heard both outside and inside. The mood was a mixture of submission and dominance. The bed's cries weren't even heard, they hid behind all the other cries. The ruckus in the room was a warning of the act taking place behind closed doors, but who would be shocked at people getting it on in a private club. That's what they all went for either way.
A few hours went by with each thrust getting louder and each moan becoming softer and then abruptly loud. Suddenly a soft thud echoed. Something had hit the bed. The prostitute was exhausted and threw himself on the bed.
"For someone like you isn't this a bit embarrassing, Ruby?" the man asked, a glint of mockery in his eyes.
"Again with that nickname!" the prostitute screamed in his thoughts. He hated the nickname, Ruby. To his bones, he swore hatred for it.
"Isn't this more embarrassing for you?" the prostitute asked. He lay on his back, taking fast deep breaths. The man was kneeling on the bed. He flashed a soft smile at the prostitute.
"How so?"
"Well, just how much of a whore do you have to be to overwhelm a prostitute? I even begged for a break, and almost fainted multiple times. It must be that you are experienced. Am I wrong?"
"I wouldn't say experienced I would just blame that on how sensitive you are. Or maybe I'm just exceptionally talented and you should go back to training. I'm always available, a patient teacher. "
"Are you trying to say that all prostitutes should train to have sex for more than 9 hours nonstop?"
"Darling, stop. We've done far worse so drop the act. "
"So… prostitutes should be trained to fuck like rabbits and dogs?"
"No!" laughed the man. "All I say is that you aren't fit for the job."
The prostitute stared at him with disgust.
"Well, since I'm not fit for the job - why don't you request someone else?" the prostitute jokingly asked. The man's eyes darkened in deep thought.
"I don't know either. "
The prostitute stared at the man. He was still on his knees.
"What the hell was that mood switch? Fucking bipolar asshole!" the prostitute thought. The man suddenly spoke.
"What's your name? "
"Wow. Isn't this a little too late for introductions?"
"Wasn't it too early to have sex?" the man snapped back.
"No. That was work related."
"You're rather alluring when you lie, but do remember all the other times; outside of this club. Like that time in my office, and the other in my chauffeur. Also the one in my house. "
"…Its Rubyn." the prostitute muttered, purposefully trying to give the man's ears a hard time.
"So I was right!" the man laughed. "Ruby or should I say Rubyn?"
"Call me whatever you want it's not important either way."
"And why is that?"
Rubyn got up off of the bed. He just stood there, gazing at the man then turning his head to the soft white pillows on the bed.
"I heard you were getting married. Married men normally just have sex with their wives, do they not?" he asked.
"Who said that I'm getting married?"
There was loud silence in the room. Tension filled the air. Rubyn gradually glanced over at the man. Fear quickened his heartbeat. He tried to pretend to be unmoved.
The man finally broke the silence, his tone casual once more. "I heard a rumor about you while I was out this week."
Rubyn's guard went up. He turned and faced the man. "What kind of rumor?" he asked, a defensive edge to his voice.
"That you've made some… significant changes in your life recently," the man said, his eyes sharp.
Rubyn hesitated, wondering how much the man knew. "Significant changes? What are you talking about?"
The man walked over to Rubyn, pushing his body against Rubyn forcing his body to crumble under his weight. Rubyn was leaning on the wall for balance. His casual demeanor gone, replaced by a focused intensity. "Let's just say I have a vested interest in the decisions you make, darling. Especially the ones you make without consulting me."
Rubyn's heart pounded, a sudden surge of fear mixed with defiance coursing through him. "You don't control my decisions," he stated, his voice trembling slightly.
The man's gaze was unwavering, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Perhaps not in the grand scheme of things. But when it comes to us," he emphasized, "in this space, under these circumstances… you'd do well to remember who holds the power."
Rubyn was silent. He couldn't focus on anything besides the man. The entire world just disappeared, the only thing left was that man and his unsettling gaze. The man softly moved his hand through Rubyn's tall black hair. He stared intensely into his gray eyes.
"I'd prefer if you used your ears as much as your mouth. Wouldn't want to hurt you now, would i?"
"All you have is talk, you don't have the guts to hurt anyone." Rubyn thought.
"By the look in your eyes I can tell that you don't believe me."
Mikhail slid his fingers across rubyn's chest, applying pressure to his nipple; a smug grin on his face. Rubyn's head flew back as the piercing sensation trickled through his veins. He struggled to keep composure.
"Get the fuck off of me." He mumbled.
"Careful rubyn, there's only so much that I can tolerate. This pretty body of yours can barely handle pleasure, how would it withstand pain?"
Rubyn stared in astonishment. He never saw Mikhail this horny yet calmly angry. It felt taboo to see. He was trapped in his mind with thoughts of escape and thoughts of fear. He calmed his face and relaxed his back, laying on the bed as Mikhail moved his fingers and enveloped his nipple into his mouth. Rubyn gripped the sheets. His legs trembled. Mikhail lay on his stomach. He slid his other hand down and rubbed Rubyn's cock. Rubyn moaned uncontrollably, but he didn't dare say a word. Mikhail stared at Rubyn as his face crumbled in pleasure. Rubyn came without penetration. Mikhail smiled widely then kneeled down on the bed.
"Fuck, you're trying hard not to moan - that turns me on so much."
He leaned onto Rubyn, drowning him in a kiss. He slowly took his dick out of his boxers. Rubyn felt him hard against him. He pleaded for sympathy. Mikhail thrusted into him, breaking the kiss.
"Shit... how am I ever gonna tame you? You're like a black cat beautiful but feisty. I don't mind though, in fact that's what I like about you."
Rubyn wrapped his legs around Mikhail, piercing his back with his nails. Rubyn bit his lip. Mikhail thrusted deeper, bulging in Rubyns stomach. Rubyn tilted his head back, moaning loudly.
"Too deep..." Rubyn gasped.
Mikhail gently put pressure on Rubyns stomach. Rubyn's whole body shook in pleasure. He came, but nothing came out. He didn't ejaculate.
"A dry orgasm? I'm touched." Mikhail felt proud. Rubyn breathed softly. Mikhail started moving again. He was done. He pounded into Rubyn. Rubyn was at a loss for words all he could do was grip the sheets and moan.
"Deeper..." Rubyn gripped the sheets.
"Finally speaking, I see?"
He grabbed Rubyn's leg, placing it on his shoulder, leaning forward. He went deeper.
"If you were a woman this would be your breaking point, sadly, there's no womb inside of you,"
He tilted his head back, pounding relentlessly.
"still - that means I'm the only thing that goes this deep inside your guts."