Jace’s hand gripped Valentina’s ass hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh through her red dress.
Her whole body flinched. She tried to stay still, but her thighs trembled, breath catching in her throat.
He smirked, sliding his finger lower, pressing against her asshole through the thin fabric. The pressure made her panties ride into her crack, poking against her hole.
A shocked moan escaped her lips. She slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling it, afraid the women ahead might hear her.
But they kept chatting, still unaware. Their voices carried on.
Jace leaned close, his breath brushing her ear. ’Should I remove it?’
Valentina’s muffled voice quivered. "...R-remove?" Her chest heaved, torn between confusion and the flood of heat rising in her belly.
Then Jace suddenly withdrew his left hand, completely.
The sudden absence made her body twitch with need. Before she could stop herself, the words slipped out in a trembling whisper. "N-No..."
Jace’s smirk deepened.
His left hand slid under her dress, lifting the hem toward her ass, slowly.
Valentina gasped, voice cracking. "W-What are you doing?"
In one smooth motion, he reached with his right hand and yanked her panties down. The black cotton fabric slid along her thighs, brushed her knees, then pooled at her ankles.
A helpless sound burst from her throat.
The women stopped chatting, turning their heads slightly.
’No.’ Panic shot through her. Her stomach knotted as shame crashed over her. If they turned now, she would be not only humiliated, but charged with public indecency.
She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the worst.
But a few seconds later, their voices resumed, laughter rising again as if nothing had happened.
Valentina’s lashes fluttered open. She looked down.
Jace was crouched at her feet, fingers brushing her heels.
Her whisper shook. "W-Where...?"
He rose with calm poise. Dangling from two fingers were her panties.
Her face went pale, then flushed scarlet as he twirled them once and slipped them into his pocket.
"This is your punishment for standing up during the dinner without my permission," he murmured.
Her lips parted, words spilling out weakly. "G-Give that b-back..."
Jace’s hand slid once more onto her bare ass, this time skin to skin. His palm gripped her firmly, fingers spreading as if to claim every curve of her.
"You forgot to say please. Now your punishment is to walk naked to the room. And don’t make a sound, or else..." His fingers rubbed the swell of her ass, trailing lower toward her slit.
Fear clawed at her chest, but heat throbbed between her thighs. She clenched her hands against her dress, heart hammering.
The elevator slowed. The women stepped out, still chatting, oblivious.
Jace’s hand left her ass, and he gestured with a smile. "You first."
Valentina’s knees shook. She stepped forward, her heels clicking softly against the floor. Every inch of her body screamed with awareness. The dress clung to her skin, short enough that if it rode up even a little, her bare pussy and ass would be on display.
She pressed her hands against the hem, tugging it down with every step, terrified someone would appear in the corridor. Her pulse raced so violently she thought it might burst through her chest. The shame was unbearable, yet every brush of air against her exposed skin only made her wetter.
The walk felt endless, each step an eternity of fear and raw, trembling arousal.
Finally, they stopped at Amelia’s door. Jace swiped the keycard.
Before he could speak, Valentina slipped inside in a rush, clutching her dress, desperate to cover herself.
Jace followed at an unhurried pace and locked the door behind them.
She staggered toward the bed, trying to steady her breathing. But Jace wasn’t finished.
He walked up to her, towering over her trembling body. His hand came down to the back of her head, forcing it lower. "How dare you go before I allowed you."
The sound of his zipper filled the room. His cock sprang free, thick and hard. He pushed her head until her lips brushed the tip.
"Suck it," he ordered.
Valentina’s breath shuddered. Normally, she commanded others. Never once had she taken a man into her mouth. But now, her pride crumbled under the weight of his voice.
Her lips parted. She slid him into her mouth, tongue curling around his hot, hard cock.
Jace pushed her deeper, guiding her head until his cock filled her mouth. Saliva coated her lips. She gagged softly as the thick head brushed her throat, her hands clutching his thighs for balance.
He thrust slowly at first, then harder, making her tongue swirl helplessly against his length. The sound of wet sucking and her muffled moans filled the room.
Jace’s cock pulsed, and hot cum spurted across her tongue. She jerked back slightly, but his hand held her in place.
"Swallow it," he commanded.
Her throat worked, swallowing every drop. She licked the stray cum from her lips with her tongue, her face flushed and dripping with saliva.
But Jace wasn’t done. His cock stiffened again, hard within seconds.
His eyes gleamed. "Now, time for the main course."
Valentina’s body moved before her mind did. She climbed onto the bed and lay back, chest rising fast, her heart thudding with anticipation.
Jace crawled over her and slapped his cock once against her pussy. Her whole body jolted at the touch.
"This has been used before, hasn’t it?" he asked, voice playful.
Valentina, chest heaving, forced a shaky smile. Maybe it was because they weren’t in public anymore, but some confidence returned. "Why... do you wanna back out now?"
He chuckled. "Hmm, let’s do doggy style."
Her breath caught. "D-doggy style?"
"Why are you scared now? You can back out if you want." Jace’s reply came sharp, mocking.
Her pride stung worse than before. With a shaky glare, she turned over and pushed herself onto all fours, presenting her soaked pussy to him.
But Jace’s cock didn’t press against her slit. Instead, it slid higher, nudging her tight asshole.
Her head whipped around. "That’s not—"
Jace smirked and thrust inside.
Her body arched violently, a choked cry breaking from her lips as he drove deeper.
Then, before they could properly start, a sharp clatter came.
Something had dropped to the floor.
Both of their heads snapped toward the door.
Amelia stood there, wide-eyed, frozen in shock.
Valentina’s blood ran cold. Panic crashed through her.
But Jace remained calm. A faint smirk formed on his lips.