The penthouse is all black marble and floor-to-ceiling windows. The city sprawls beneath us like it belongs to him. Because it does.

I’m completely naked, heels still on, straddling Luciano’s lap on his massive leather couch. The toy is still buzzing against my swollen clit on the lowest setting.

“Ride my thigh, little stripper,” he orders, voice calm and commanding. “Show me how you used to earn those tips.”

I grind down slowly, my soaked pussy sliding along the expensive fabric of his pants. The friction is maddening. Every roll of my hips drags my clit over the vibrating toy and his hard thigh.

Don’t cum. Don’t you fucking cum....