Elena woke before dawn, body a map of last night's conquests: paint dried in the hollow of her throat, faint strap-on bruise circling her hips like a belt of possession, the ghost of Victoria's teeth on her collarbone pulsing with every heartbeat. She lay still in the narrow bed, legs tangled in sheets that smelled of turpentine and sex. The penthouse above her slept the sleep of the sated, yet she felt the walls listening, waiting for her next breath to stir them awake.
She rose quiet, padded barefoot to the tiny bathroom. Mirror showed a woman half-wild: hair a dark storm, lips swollen, eyes bright with unshed hunger. She traced the bruises slow, pressing until pleasure-pain flared fresh. A soft moan escaped. She bit her lip, turned the shower cold and, and let scalding water strip the paint away. It refused to leave completely. Crimson streaks clung to her skin like accusations or promises.
Uniform today felt ceremonial: black dress ironed until it gleamed, apron tied with a bow that begged to be undone. She left the lace panties in the drawer again. Victoria's rule echoed in her blood. No barriers. She slipped Julian's playlist onto her phone, earbuds in, bass low and intimate as a secret. The beat matched her pulse as she wheeled the cart upstairs.
Elevator doors slid open to silence. City light painted the marble in pale gold. She started in the kitchen, brewing coffee strong enough to wake the dead. Pan dulce warmed in the oven, cinnamon curling through the air like smoke from a ritual fire. She plated three portions, carried the tray toward Julian's wing. Door cracked, blue glow spilling out like moonlight on water.
She knocked soft. No answer. Pushed inside. The room breathed code and boy. Monitors alive with scrolling symbols, empty cans forming a small city. Julian lay sprawled across his gaming chair, asleep, hoodie rucked up to reveal a strip of pale stomach, one hand tucked into sweatpants like he had fallen mid-touch. Headphones askew, curls wild. He looked younger in sleep, almost fragile.
She set the tray down silent, knelt beside him. Watched his chest rise and fall. Long lashes cast shadows on cheeks still flushed from dreams. She brushed a curl from his forehead gentle. He stirred, murmured something that sounded like her name.
"Julian." Whisper soft.
Eyes fluttered open, unfocused behind glasses. Recognition flooded, then heat. He sat up fast, hand jerking from his pants. The bulge there was unmistakable, thick and straining.
"Elena." Voice cracked. "I was... dreaming."
She smiled slow, crawled into his lap without asking. Straddled his thighs, dress riding high. No panties. Her slick folds brushed the cotton of his sweatpants, leaving a wet streak. He groaned low, hands flying to her hips.
"Tell me the dream," she breathed, rocking subtle.
"You," he rasped. "In the server room. Bent over the racks. Begging."
She kissed him then, slow and filthy. Tongue tracing his, tasting sleep and want. He kissed back desperate, hands sliding under her dress to grip bare ass. Fingers dug in hard enough to bruise anew. She ground down, clit dragging over his trapped cock.
"Show me," she whispered against his mouth.
He stood sudden, lifting her with him. Legs wrapped his waist instinctive. He carried her across the room, past monitors, to the glass door that led to his private server room. Cold air blasted as it opened, racks humming like a heartbeat. LEDs blinked red and green, cables snaking like veins.
He set her on the edge of a console, keyboards clacking under her thighs. Pushed her dress higher, spread her wide. Eyes devoured her bare pussy, lips swollen and glistening.
"No panties," he breathed, wonder and hunger.
"Victoria's orders." She cupped his face, guided him down. "Taste me."
He dropped to his knees reverent, mouth latching onto her clit instant. Tongue flicked frantic, learning fast. She moaned loud, hands tangling in curls, pulling him closer. He sucked hard, two fingers sliding deep, curling immediate. Found her spot like he had mapped it in code.
"Fuck, Julian." She rode his face shameless, hips bucking. Servers hummed approval. He added a third finger, stretching. Thumb circled her asshole, pressing gentle.
"Inside," she begged.
He obeyed, thumb breaching slow. Double penetration made her sob. He worked her ruthless now, tongue lashing, fingers thrusting. She came hard, squirting across his chin, dripping onto expensive hardware. He drank greedy, licking her clean.
She hauled him up, kissed him fierce, tasting herself sharp and sweet. Hands shoved his sweatpants down. Cock sprang free, long and curved, pre-cum pearling at the slit. She stroked slow, thumb swirling the head.
"Your turn." She sank to her knees on the cold floor, took him deep in one swallow. He cried out, hips jerking. She hummed, throat relaxing, nose to his belly. He fucked her mouth shallow, hands gentle in her hair.
"Elena, I'm close."
She pulled off, stood, turned. Bent over the console, ass presented. "Fuck me. Right here."
He hesitated one heartbeat, then notched at her entrance. Thrust deep in one stroke. She screamed, walls stretched perfect. He bottomed out, balls slapping her clit. Held still, trembling.
"Move," she ordered.
He did, hips snapping brutal. Each thrust rocked the console, keyboards chattering. Servers blinked frantic. She pushed back, meeting him stroke for stroke. He reached around, fingers on her clit, rubbing vicious.
"Harder," she gasped.
He gripped her hips, pounded relentless. The angle hit her cervix, pleasure-pain exquisite. Second climax coiled vicious. He sensed it, slowed to torturous grind, cockhead dragging her walls.
"Come on my cock," he growled, voice new and dark.
She shattered, pussy clamping vise-tight, squirting around him. He roared, thrust erratic, flooding her deep. Pulse after pulse, cum painting her insides. He collapsed forward, forehead to her spine, both panting.
Minutes stretched. He softened inside her, cum trickling down her thighs. He kissed her shoulder blades tender, pulled out slow. Turned her gentle, kissed her mouth soft.
"I love you," he whispered, eyes wide like the words surprised him.
She cupped his face. "I know." Kissed him again. "Me too."
They cleaned slow, tissues from a drawer, wiping servers and skin. He tucked himself away, flushed and glowing. She straightened her dress, cum still dripping warm.
"Breakfast," she said, voice husky.
They ate in his room, legs tangled under the desk. He fed her bites of dulce, licking sugar from her lips. Monitors glowed behind them, code forgotten.
Morning chores waited. She left him with a final kiss, promise lingering. Hall felt colder after his warmth. She dusted the library next, mind replaying every thrust, every whispered love. Victoria found her there at eleven, leaning against a ladder.
"Server room smells like sex," she murmured, amused. "Naughty boy."
Elena flushed. Victoria stepped close, fingers dipping under the dress, finding the mess Julian left. "Full. Good." She brought fingers to her mouth, sucked clean slow. "Tonight. Rooftop. Bring the quiet one."
Elena nodded, throat tight.
Afternoon blurred. She folded laundry that smelled of code and cum, polished mirrors reflecting her swollen lips. Alexander watched from doorways, eyes dark with questions. Lunch silent, tension thick as honey. Julian's foot found hers under the table, Victoria's hand on her thigh opposite. Alexander's grip on his fork white-knuckled.
Evening. Family scattered. Elena showered long, fingers lazy between legs, coming to memories of Julian's cock deep, his shy confession. Midnight message from Victoria: Rooftop. Now.
She slipped into a silk robe borrowed from laundry, nothing beneath. Padded barefoot to the private elevator. Doors opened to stars and city roar. Rooftop garden bloomed wild, fairy lights twinkling. Victoria waited on a daybed, nude but for diamonds at throat and wrists. Julian beside her, shirtless, nervous.
"Close the door," Victoria commanded.
Elena obeyed. Victoria crooked a finger. "Come."
She crossed the gravel path, robe falling open. Julian's eyes devoured her. Victoria pulled her down between them, kissed her fierce. Julian watched, cock tenting linen pants.
"Show him how you ride," Victoria whispered.
Elena straddled Julian, robe discarded. Sank slow onto his cock, walls stretching perfect. He groaned, hands on her hips. Victoria knelt behind, tongue tracing where they joined. Licked Elena's clit, Julian's shaft, both.
They moved together, slow then frantic. Julian thrust up, hitting deep. Victoria's fingers found Elena's ass, two slick with lube, pressing inside. Triple penetration made her scream to the stars. Climax crashed endless, squirting over Julian's stomach. He followed, flooding her again. Victoria came from fingers alone, grinding against Elena's thigh.
They collapsed tangled, city lights flickering. Victoria kissed them both, possessive. "Mine," she murmured. "Both of you."
Julian nodded, eyes soft on Elena. She kissed him tender, then Victoria fierce. The night stretched endless, another layer of claim.