Hotel room. Steam lingers. Towel clings to my wet skin, barely hiding my breasts. Marc stands there, fresh from shower, peignoir loose. His eyes devour me. Pulse races. City lights flicker outside, but here, I’m the storm. No more reserved artisan. Mask drops. I let the towel fall. Naked. Bold. Eyes lock on his. ‘You’ll think I’m a slut,’ I say, voice husky. ‘But I need this. Now.’ I grab his neck, rise on toes, crush my lips to his. His cock hardens against me. Power surges. I strip him. Control mine. No condom? Proof it’s raw instinct. He worships me—kisses, tongue dives between thighs. I explode first. Then I drain him dry. Night blurs into morning wood. I stroke him while he fingers me. I cum, then mount, milk every drop. Adrenaline pumps. This is my mutation. From shy jeweler to sexual conqueror.
Market buzz fades. Stands empty. I slip under the table. His jeans bulge. I unzip, free his throbbing shaft. Lips tease, tongue swirls. Quick sucks between customers. He grips the edge, fights moans. My domain. Evening hits. Shower foreplay—water cascades, I pin him, devour. Bed becomes battlefield. Condom on, I ride hard, dictate pace. Claws dig. He flips me, pounds. I demand more. Levrette, doggy fury. Orgasms crash like waves. Weekend at his farm. Lingerie reveal. I straddle couch, grind. Fingers pierce string aside, impale on his steel. Tits bounce free. I cum screaming, then kneel, suck him empty. Kitchen ambush—robe opens, I grip his cock. He counters, lifts me to counter, tongue lashes my clit. Tease denied. I rule mornings. Atelier leather scent. Bent over table, ass up. He presses, promises future fucks. Production frenzy—wood shavings fly, I master machines. Post-meal sieste: raw fuck on hides. Sunday finale: bedroom blitz. Legs wide, he devours. Levrette explosion—his seed paints my ass. Power absolute. Visits multiply. Trail of clothes to my bed. 69 mornings. Couch doggy, shower rounds, bed symphonies. Business blooms. Amiante gone, empire rises. I lead resin team. We fuck on cutting tables, seal deals in sweat.
The Mutation
Dawn breaks. Back to polished life. Jeweler facade. But secret burns. Employees cheer primes. We slip away, wreck our king bed. Years blur—less frenzy, more savor. I cradle his cock, hand-finish him, face inches from spurts. He laps me endless. Sold shares. Gulf cottage. Simple days. Yet my power endures. That market night ignited it. No regrets. I’m stronger. Unbreakable. The shadow fuels my empire.