Forbidden Fucktoys: a Son's Reign
Copyright© 2025 by Depraved_Angel
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Dane Carver, a sixteen-year-old teenage stud with a chiseled physique and an eleven-inch cock, dominates the pussies in his world with steroid-fueled lust and brutal aggression, beginning with his gorgeous but ditzy mother and extending to his mother's friends, his teachers, and girls at his school.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction School Cheating Incest Mother Son Rough Group Sex Anal Sex Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Teacher/Student
Gina Bennett stepped into the opulent interior of Luxe Siren, a classy boutique, with its crystal chandeliers casting soft light over racks of silk, lace, and leather. The air smelled of expensive perfume, and the plush carpet muffled her stiletto heels as she walked beside Lacey Carver, her thirty-two-year-old friend whose new Double-E breast implants strained against a tight white blouse, her platinum blonde hair cascading in waves.
Gina’s own surgically enhanced D-cups felt suddenly inadequate, her scarlet silk dress clinging to her hourglass figure as she scanned the store, her dark almond eyes flickering with a mix of anticipation and envy. At thirty-six, Gina’s olive skin and jet-black hair made her a striking contrast to Lacey’s ditzy blonde bombshell vibe. Today, without Dane’s domineering presence, the tension between them felt softer, almost companionable. They were here to shop for outfits that would drive Dane, Lacey’s sixteen-year-old son and Gina’s illicit lover, wild with lust—clothes to fuel his hunger for their bodies.
Gina’s heart raced at the thought of Dane, his six-foot-three, 250-pound frame, chiseled muscles, and that monstrous eleven-inch cock that had fucked her senseless in the Regency Hotel’s penthouse suite last weekend. Her pussy still ached from the hours of brutal sex, his degrading taunts—”You’re my perfect little sugar mama”—echoing in her mind as she’d climaxed again and again.
She glanced at Lacey, whose wide blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she fingered a rack of dresses, her full lips parted in a giddy smile. Gina felt a pang of jealousy—Lacey’s new tits had consumed Dane’s attention, his hands mauling them as he’d fucked her in that suite while Gina had been forced to lick Lacey’s pussy, their rivalry stoked by his cruel commands. But today, without Dane’s green eyes boring into them, Gina felt a rare ease, a chance to talk without competing for his cock.
“God, Lacey, look at this,” Gina said, holding up a black lace bodysuit with cutouts that would bare her midriff and hips, the fabric sheer enough to hint at her nipples. “Dane would lose his mind seeing me in this. He’d probably rip it off in two seconds.”
Lacey giggled, her voice light and breathy, as she plucked a cobalt-blue satin dress from the rack, its plunging neckline designed to showcase her massive implants. “Oh, honey, he’d tear that off you and have you bent over before you could blink. Try this one, though—look at how it’d hug those curves of yours.” She held up a crimson velvet minidress, its hemline barely covering the ass, the neckline a deep V that would frame Gina’s D-cups like a painting.
Gina smirked, taking the dress and running her fingers over the soft fabric. “Not bad, Lace. You’re getting good at picking stuff that’d make him hard as steel.” She paused, her tone teasing. “Bet he’d love seeing you in that blue one. Those new tits of yours would pop right out, and he’d be all over you.”
Lacey blushed, her cheeks pink as she clutched the satin dress to her chest, the fabric straining against her Double-Es. “You think? I mean, he can’t stop touching them already. Last weekend, in that hotel suite, he was fucking me for hours, just obsessed with them.” She bit her lip, her eyes glazing with the memory. “I’m still so sore, Gina. My pussy feels like it took a goddamn beating, and my tits—God, they’re so sensitive, but he kept sucking and squeezing them like he owns them.”
Gina laughed, a husky sound, as she headed toward the changing rooms, the crimson dress draped over her arm. “Tell me about it. I can barely sit down after he fucked me on that bed while you were taunting me about Charles. My thighs are still bruised from his grip.” She shook her head, her long black hair swaying. “That boy’s cock is a fucking weapon. I swear, I came so hard I saw stars, but I’m paying for it now.”
Lacey followed, her heels clicking softly, a rack of lingerie catching her eye. She pulled out a sheer black babydoll with lace cups, the hem barely reaching her thighs. “Oh, this is slutty enough for him. He’d probably make me wear it around the house, no panties, just so he could fuck me whenever he wanted.” She sighed, her voice tinged with both exhaustion and arousal. “I don’t know how we keep up with him, Gina. He’s insatiable.”
They slipped into adjacent changing rooms, the boutique’s mirrored walls reflecting their movements as they stripped down. Gina peeled off her scarlet dress, her olive skin glowing under the soft lighting, her D-cups spilling from a black lace bra. She slid into the crimson velvet minidress, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin, the deep V neckline plunging to her navel, her breasts barely contained. She turned, admiring how the dress hugged her round ass, the hem riding up to reveal the tops of her thighs. Stepping out, she struck a pose for Lacey, who was adjusting the cobalt-blue satin dress, its tight fit making her Double-E implants look obscene, the neckline dipping so low her nipples nearly peeked out.
“Damn, Gina, that dress is pure sex,” Lacey said, her eyes wide as she stepped closer, her own dress shimmering under the lights. “Dane’s gonna want to fuck you right on the store floor. Look at how it shows off your tits—bet he’d love grabbing those.”
Gina grinned, twirling to let the hem flare, her ass cheeks teasingly visible. “Thanks, babe. But holy shit, look at you. That blue dress is like a fucking invitation. Your tits are practically begging for his hands.” She reached out, playfully tugging at the neckline, making Lacey giggle and swat her hand away.
“Stop it, you’ll make me pop out!” Lacey laughed, adjusting the dress to cover more of her implants, though it was a losing battle. “Try that lace bodysuit next. I wanna see how it looks on you.”
Gina nodded, slipping back into her changing room. She stripped off the velvet dress and pulled on the black lace bodysuit, its cutouts framing her flat stomach and the curve of her hips, the sheer fabric revealing her dark nipples through the lace. She adjusted the thong bottom, feeling the fabric ride up her ass, and stepped out, striking a sultry pose. “What do you think? Slutty enough for our boy?”
Lacey’s jaw dropped, her blue eyes raking over Gina’s body. “Jesus, Gina, you look like a porn star. Dane’s gonna fuck you senseless in that. It’s like it was made for his cock to rip through.” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Remember how he had us both in that suite? Fucking us one after the other, making us beg for it? I swear, my pussy’s still recovering.”
Gina smirked, her cheeks flushing as she recalled Dane’s massive cock pounding her while Lacey licked her clit, their rivalry pushed to the brink as they’d fought to please him. “Yeah, I can still feel him. My pussy’s sore as hell, but God, it was worth it. The way he grabbed my hair and called me his sugar mama while he fucked me—I came so hard I almost passed out.”
Lacey giggled, slipping into her changing room to try the black babydoll. When she stepped out, the sheer fabric clung to her curves, her Double-E tits practically bursting through the lace cups, the hem barely covering her ass. She twirled, her platinum hair bouncing, and struck a pose, one hand on her hip, the other cupping her implants. “Think he’ll like this? I want him to lose it when he sees me.”
Gina whistled, her eyes lingering on Lacey’s massive tits. “Lose it? He’ll fucking maul you. That thing’s so sheer I can see everything, and those tits—God, Lace, they’re unreal. No wonder he’s obsessed.” Her tone shifted, a flicker of insecurity creeping in as she crossed her arms over her own D-cups. “You know, I’ve been thinking ... maybe I should get my implants redone. Bigger ones, like yours. Dane’s so into your new tits, and mine feel ... I don’t know, not enough anymore.”
Lacey’s eyes softened, and she stepped closer, her hand resting lightly on Gina’s arm. “Oh, honey, your tits are gorgeous. Dane loves them—trust me, he’s fucked you plenty with those D-cups, hasn’t he?” She paused, her ditzy charm giving way to a rare moment of honesty. “But yeah, I won’t lie—he’s fucking obsessed with my new ones. Last weekend, he couldn’t stop sucking them, squeezing them, fucking them. It’s like they’re his new toy. But you don’t need to change for him, Gina. He’s already crazy about you.”
Gina sighed, her shoulders slumping as she leaned against the changing room door, the lace bodysuit clinging to her skin. “I know he is, but I see how he looks at you now, Lace. Those Double-Es have him hypnotized. I’m just ... worried he’ll want you more, you know? But if I get bigger implants, how the hell do I explain it to Charles? He’s already suspicious about the money I’m spending financing Dane’s Porsche.”
Lacey giggled, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief as she adjusted the babydoll’s straps. “Just tell him the truth—breast envy! Say you saw my upgrade and had to have bigger ones to keep up. He’ll probably love it. Men are so easy.” She paused, her tone softening. “Seriously, though, Gina, you’re stunning. Dane fucks you just as hard as he fucks me. Maybe talk to him about it? He’d probably love picking out your new tits.”
Gina laughed, the tension easing as she shook her head. “You’re such a ditz, Lace, but I love you for it. Yeah, maybe I’ll talk to him. God knows he’d get off on the idea of me going under the knife for him.” She grabbed another outfit from the rack—a white leather miniskirt and a matching crop top with a plunging neckline. “Okay, let’s try these. I bet Dane would love seeing me in leather.”
Lacey nodded, grabbing a emerald-green corset dress with a lace-up front, the boning designed to cinch her waist and push her implants to obscene heights. They slipped back into their changing rooms, the rustle of fabric filling the air. Gina pulled on the white leather outfit, the miniskirt barely covering her ass, the crop top exposing her flat stomach and framing her D-cups like a gift. She stepped out, striking a pose with one hand on her hip, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. “Well? Think this’ll get his cock hard?”
Lacey emerged in the emerald corset dress, her Double-Es practically spilling over the top, the lace-up front barely containing her curves. She twirled, her ass swaying under the tight fabric. “Oh, Gina, that leather is fucking hot. He’ll want to bend you over the second he sees you. And this?” She ran her hands over the corset, squeezing her tits together. “He’ll be fucking me against a wall in this, I know it.”
Gina grinned, stepping closer to adjust Lacey’s corset laces, pulling them tighter to emphasize her tiny waist. “Goddamn, Lace, you’re right. This dress is like a fucking trap for his cock. He won’t be able to resist.” She paused, her fingers lingering on the laces as she met Lacey’s eyes. “You know, it’s kinda nice, just us shopping like this. No Dane making us fight over him. Last weekend was intense—fucking hot, but I was so jealous watching him with you.”
Lacey nodded, her expression softening as she touched Gina’s hand. “Yeah, I felt it too. When he was fucking you and making me lick you, I wanted to be the one he was pounding. But today ... it’s like we’re friends again, you know? Just two girls picking out slutty clothes for our boy.” She giggled, her ditzy tone returning. “Try that silver sequin dress over there. It’ll make your ass look amazing.”
Gina laughed, grabbing the silver sequin dress, its fabric sparkling under the boutique’s lights. She slipped it on, the dress hugging her curves like liquid metal, the hem barely covering her thighs, the neckline plunging to show off her cleavage. She stepped out, spinning for Lacey. “Okay, how’s this? Slutty enough to make him cum in his pants?”
Lacey clapped, her eyes wide. “Holy shit, Gina, that’s perfect. Your ass looks like it’s begging for his hands, and those tits—God, he’ll be all over you.” She grabbed a red leather jumpsuit from the rack, its cutouts designed to expose her sides and cleavage. “One more for me. I want him to see me in this and lose his fucking mind.”
As Lacey changed, Gina leaned against the mirror, her thoughts drifting back to the hotel suite, Dane’s cock pounding her while Lacey’s tongue worked her clit, their rivalry pushed to the edge by his degrading commands. Her pussy throbbed at the memory, still sore from his relentless fucking. Lacey stepped out in the red leather jumpsuit, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin, her Double-Es straining against the cutouts, her ass perfectly framed. “Well?” Lacey asked, striking a pose. “Think Big Daddy will approve?”
Gina whistled, her eyes raking over Lacey’s body. “Big Daddy’s gonna fuck you through the wall in that. Jesus, Lace, you’re like a walking wet dream.” She paused, her tone softening. “You’re right, though—this is nice, just us. But let’s be real, the second Dane sees us in these, we’ll be back to fighting over his cock.”
Lacey laughed, nodding as she adjusted the jumpsuit. “Yeah, but it’s worth it, isn’t it? The way he fucks us, makes us cum like that? I’d do anything for him.” She paused, her eyes meeting Gina’s. “And I know you would too.”
Gina nodded, her heart pounding as she thought of Dane’s green eyes, his cruel grin, his massive cock. “Yeah, I would. Let’s get these outfits. I want him to see me in this sequin dress and fuck me until I can’t walk.” She grinned, grabbing the pile of clothes they’d chosen, her insecurity about her tits fading for now. They headed to the register, their arms full of lace, leather, and satin, ready to drive Dane wild, their friendship a fragile bond under his dominant shadow.
Lisa Satkowski sat curled on her couch, the dim glow of a single lamp casting shadows across her living room. It was late, well past ten, and the quiet of her suburban home felt relaxing with Greg working late. Lately, it felt like Greg’s mere presence was a reminder of his failure to get her pregnant despite nearly a year of visiting fertility doctors and trying everything imaginable. Lisa’s thirty-five-year-old body, still toned from years of cheerleading coaching, was clad in a simple grey tank top and black yoga pants, her golden blonde hair loose around her shoulders.
Her bright blue eyes flickered to the clock, unease settling in her stomach as she sipped her chamomile tea, trying to shake the memory of Dane’s massive cock pounding her on her classroom desk two weeks ago. That reckless, shameful fuck—his eleven-inch length stretching her, his taunts about her infertility driving her to climax—had haunted her every night since. She’d vowed it was a mistake, a one-time lapse, but her pussy throbbed at the thought of him, betraying her resolve.
A loud, thumping knock shattered the silence, jolting Lisa upright, her tea sloshing onto the coffee table. Her heart raced as she stood, smoothing her tank top over her full breasts, her nipples hardening instinctively under the thin fabric. She padded to the door, her bare feet silent on the hardwood, and peered through the peephole.
Her breath caught. Dane Carver stood outside, his six-foot-three frame filling the doorway, his chiseled muscles bulging under a sweat-soaked black tank top, his dark brown hair damp from a run. His predatory green eyes locked onto the peephole, a cocky grin spreading across his face as if he knew she was watching. Her pussy clenched, a traitorous pulse of arousal, but fear tightened her chest. What the hell was he doing here?
Lisa opened the door a crack, her voice trembling. “Dane? I wasn’t expecting you. It’s late.” She gripped the doorframe, her knuckles white, as his grin widened, his eyes raking over her body, lingering on her tits and the curve of her hips.
“Hey, Mrs. Satkowski,” Dane drawled, his voice low and mocking. “Was running by after pumping iron, saw your husband’s car was gone. Figured I’d stop in, make extra sure you get that baby you need.” He chuckled, stepping closer, his massive frame looming as he pushed the door open, forcing her back.
Lisa stumbled into the foyer, her heart pounding. “Dane, no. What we did in the classroom—it was a mistake. I can’t do this again. Please.” Her voice cracked, her blue eyes wide with panic, but Dane’s grin didn’t falter. He shut the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing like a gunshot in the quiet house.
“Bullshit, Lisa,” he said, stepping into her space, his musk of sweat and testosterone overwhelming. “You loved every second of my cock fucking you senseless.” His hands shot out, groping her full breasts through the tank top, his thumbs brushing her hard nipples. “Look at these tits, built to be fucked and sucked. You’re made for breeding, baby. Made to carry my kid.”
Lisa gasped, shoving at his chest, but it was like pushing a brick wall. “Dane, stop! I’m married. You can’t just—” Her words cut off as his hand slid down, cupping her ass through the yoga pants, squeezing hard enough to make her wince. His fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her against his bulging cock, straining against his jogging shorts.
“Married?” Dane sneered, his other hand sliding under her tank top, mauling her bare breast, pinching her nipple until she whimpered. “You’ve been trying for months to get knocked up. Your pathetic husband can’t give you what you need. You need a real man’s cock, Lisa. You need my seed.” His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her yoga pants, finding her pussy, already slick despite her protests. He laughed, low and cruel. “Fuck, you’re soaking wet for me. You want this, you little slut.”
“Dane, please,” Lisa begged, her voice weak, her body trembling as his thick fingers pushed into her pussy, curling against her G-spot. Her knees buckled, pleasure spiking through her despite her shame. “I can’t ... Greg...”
Dane ignored her, his grin savage as he withdrew his fingers, slick with her juices, and smeared them across her lips. “Taste how much you want me.” Before she could respond, he scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder like a rag doll, her ass in the air, her face pressed against his muscled back. She squirmed, her protests muffled, as he carried her through the house, his heavy steps echoing as he found the bedroom she shared with Greg.
He dumped her facedown onto the king-sized bed, her legs dangling off the edge, her yoga pants stretched tight over her ass. Lisa scrambled to turn over, her blonde hair splayed across the comforter, but Dane’s hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pinning her down. “Stay there, slut,” he growled, yanking her yoga pants down to her thighs, exposing her bare ass and glistening pussy. “You’re gonna take my cock, and you’re gonna love it.”
“Dane, please, I’m married,” Lisa sobbed, her hands clutching the sheets, her body betraying her with another gush of wetness as his fingers grazed her pussy lips. “Just leave, respect my marriage, I’m begging you.”
Dane laughed, shoving his jogging shorts down, his massive eleven-inch cock springing free, thick and veined, already leaking precum. “Respect? You don’t want respect, Lisa. You want this.” He gripped her hips, pulling her ass up slightly, and shoved his cock into her pussy in one brutal thrust, stretching her tight walls to their limit.
Lisa cried out, her body convulsing as a spasm of pleasure ripped through her, her pussy clenching around his monstrous length. She climaxed almost instantly, her juices flooding over his cock, her shame drowned by the overwhelming sensation of being filled. “Oh God, Dane!” she gasped, her voice a mix of protest and surrender as he grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh.
“That’s it, you fucking whore,” Dane snarled, pumping his cock aggressively, each thrust slamming into her cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her body. “Your pussy’s so wet for me, Lisa. You’re built for this, built to take my baby-maker.” His hips snapped forward, the wet slap of flesh filling the room as he fucked her relentlessly, her ass jiggling with each brutal thrust.
“Please, be gentle,” Lisa begged, her voice muffled against the bed, her body rocking with his rhythm. “It’s too much...”
“Gentle?” Dane laughed, his hand cracking across her ass, leaving a red handprint. “You need it hard and rough if you want my baby, Lisa. You need this cock pounding you into submission.” He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot against her ear as he fucked her deeper, his balls slapping against her clit. “Feel that? That’s what a real man does to a bitch like you.”
Lisa moaned, her pussy clenching around him as another orgasm built, her body betraying her protests. His degrading words, his misogynistic taunts only fueled her arousal, her clit throbbing as he pounded her. “Dane ... oh fuck...” she whimpered, her hands fisting the sheets as her hips bucked back against him, chasing the pleasure despite her shame.
He fucked her for what felt like hours, his stamina relentless, his cock stretching her pussy with every thrust. Her orgasms came in waves, each one tearing through her, leaving her panting and trembling, her juices soaking the bed. Dane’s hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, slapping her thighs, his taunts never ceasing. “Look at you, cumming like a slut on my cock. You want my seed, don’t you? Want me to breed you, fill you with my kid.”
Lisa’s mind screamed to resist, but her body surrendered, her pussy milking his cock as she climaxed again, her cries echoing in the bedroom. Finally, Dane’s rhythm faltered, his breaths turning to growls. “Fuck, here it comes, Lisa,” he snarled, his grip tightening on her hips. With a primal roar, he came, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of his potent young seed shot deep into her pussy, flooding her womb. Lisa climaxed hard with him, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around his cock as she felt his cum sloshing inside her, warm and thick.
Panting, Dane withdrew, his cock glistening with their combined juices. Lisa lay trembling, her face pressed into the bed, her pussy dripping with his seed. Before she could catch her breath, Dane grabbed her shoulders, flipping her onto her back with ease. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her legs, his cock still hard, glistening with cum. “Not done yet, slut,” he said, grabbing her hips and pulling them up, her ass in the air, her shoulders pressed into the bed. “Need another load to make sure you’re knocked up.”
Lisa’s eyes widened, her breath hitching as he positioned her, her legs spread wide, her pussy exposed and dripping. “Dane, please ... I can’t...” she whispered, but her body arched toward him, her pussy aching for more despite her words.
He shoved his cock back into her, the angle driving him deeper, hitting her cervix with every thrust. “This position’ll get my sperm right into your womb,” he growled, his hands gripping her ass, holding her up as he pounded into her. “Fuck, your body’s perfect, Lisa. These tits—” He reached down, mauling her full breasts through the tank top, pinching her nipples until she moaned. “They’re gonna be so fucking good for feeding my kid.”
Lisa’s head thrashed, her blonde hair sticking to her sweaty face as she climaxed again, her pussy squeezing his cock. “Oh God, Dane, fuck me!” she cried, her voice breaking as she gave in to the depravity. “Breed me, please! I want your baby, not Greg’s. I need a real man’s baby!”
Dane’s grin was savage, his eyes blazing with triumph as he fucked her harder, the bed creaking under his aggressive thrusts. “That’s it, you fucking whore. Beg for my seed. Tell me how much you want my kid.” His hands slapped her ass, the sting pushing her over the edge again, her orgasms relentless as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
“Fuck, Dane, I want it!” Lisa screamed, her voice raw, her body trembling as she locked her ankles behind his ass, forcing his cock as deep as it could go. “Give me your baby! Fill me up!” Her pussy clenched around him, her clit throbbing as she rode another wave of pleasure, her mind consumed by the desperate need to be bred by him.
Dane’s thrusts grew erratic, his snarls filling the room as he raged, his cock swelling inside her. “Fuck, Lisa, take it!” he roared, his body tensing as he came again, spurting thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy, his seed flooding her fertile womb. Lisa moaned, her body shaking as she felt his cum shooting inside her, the warmth spreading through her as she climaxed, her pussy milking every drop.
She held him deep, her legs trembling as she groaned, feeling his cum dripping inside her, desperate to keep it in her womb. Dane stayed buried in her for a moment, his breaths heavy, his hands still gripping her ass. Then, with a final thrust, he pulled out, his cock slick with their juices. He climbed off the bed, grabbing his jogging shorts and pulling them on, his grin arrogant as he looked down at her, sprawled and panting, her pussy leaking his seed.
“Stay like that, Lisa,” he said, smacking her ass hard enough to make her yelp. “Keep your hips up, let my cum do its work. Gotta make sure to get your fertile womb knocked up.” He chuckled, adjusting his tank top, his muscles flexing as he headed for the door.
Lisa moaned, her body still trembling, her pussy throbbing with the aftershocks of her orgasms. She wanted his child more than ever, the thought of carrying Dane’s baby consuming her, drowning out her shame. “Dane...” she whispered, her voice hoarse, her blue eyes glazed with lust as she held her hips up, desperate to keep his seed inside her.
He glanced back, his grin pure arrogance. “You’re mine now, Lisa. Get used to it.” With that, he walked out, leaving her alone in the bedroom, her body aching, her mind reeling with the reality of what she’d done—and what she craved.
Lacey’s heart pounded as she stepped through the heavy glass doors of Club Elysium, a high-class strip club nestled in the heart of the city’s upscale nightlife district. The air inside was thick with the scent of bourbon, cologne, and anticipation, the low hum of conversation mingling with the pulsing bass of a sultry R&B track. At thirty-two, Lacey’s curvaceous five-foot-five frame was poured into a tight black minidress that hugged her newly enhanced Double-E breast implants, the neckline plunging to reveal a deep valley of cleavage, her platinum blonde extensions cascading over her shoulders.
Her wide blue eyes darted nervously, but her full lips curved into a practiced smile as she felt the weight of male gazes from the moment she entered, their eyes lingering on her swaying hips and the obscene swell of her tits. She clutched a gym bag containing her stripper outfit, her stilettos clicking on the polished marble floor, each step amplifying her awareness of her own sexual power—and her vulnerability.
Dane strode beside her, his six-foot-three, 250-pound frame radiating dominance in a fitted black shirt and jeans, his chiseled muscles and predatory green eyes drawing attention from the club’s patrons. His hand rested possessively on the small of her back, guiding her through the crowd of high-rollers—men in tailored suits sipping whiskey, their Rolexes glinting under the dim lights.
Lacey’s pussy throbbed at his touch, memories of his eleven-inch cock pounding her in their home, in hotel suites, and even in a doctor’s office flooding her mind. She was here because of him, molded into his “number one slut,” her new stripping career a testament to his control. The thought made her wet, despite the butterflies in her stomach.
A man in a sleek charcoal suit approached, his salt-and-pepper hair and sharp jawline marking him as the manager. His eyes flicked over Lacey’s body, lingering on her tits before meeting her gaze. “You must be the new girl,” he said, his voice smooth but businesslike. “I’m Victor, the manager.”
Lacey extended a manicured hand, her voice soft and ditzy. “Hi, Victor. I’m Lacey. This is my ... uh, my boyfriend, Dane.” The lie felt clumsy on her tongue, but Dane’s presence made it necessary, his dominance a shield and a cage.
Dane grinned, his hand sliding down to smack Lacey’s ass, the sharp sting making her gasp and flush. “She’s gonna do great, Vic. I’m gonna grab a seat, let you two talk.” He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Make me proud, babygirl.” With a final squeeze of her ass, he sauntered toward a plush booth near the main stage, leaving Lacey alone with Victor, her cheeks burning as she felt the eyes of nearby patrons on her.
Victor’s gaze was appraising but professional. “Welcome to Elysium, Lacey. Let’s go over how this works. You tip out one hundred fifty dollars at the end of your shift—covers the house, DJ, and staff. Everything else you make is yours. Since you’re new, we’ll start you with a stage dance to get you comfortable. You’ll do three songs, work the pole, engage the crowd. After that, you can start offering lapdances—that’s where the real money is. Got a stage name picked out?”
Lacey nodded, her voice steadier now. “Yeah, I’m going by Diamond.” It felt fitting—flashy, expensive, and a nod to the sparkling allure Dane wanted her to embody.