Dance to my tune

Michael led Dahlia through a dimly lit hallway to a door at the end. The air grew heavy with anticipation as they entered a dark, opulent room. The only source of light was the soft, warm glow of candles scattered around the space. Deep crimson curtains covered the windows, and the room was furnished with lavish, antique pieces that added to its mysterious charm.

Dahlia's senses were overwhelmed by the heady scent of roses and the rich, velvety textures of the room. She could barely make out the details of the artwork adorning the walls but could sense their presence.

Michael's voice cut through the silence. "This is a special place, Dahlia. A place where we can have the privacy we need."

Dahlia's heart raced as she felt herself drawn deeper into this enigmatic world, wondering what secrets lay behind the heavy curtains and in the shadowed corners of the room.

"Strip for me" Michael commanded, "I don't  ask twice"

Dahlia obeyed with hesitation, removing her clothes piece by piece until she stood before him naked. Her skin prickled with goosebumps as she realized how vulnerable she was in this unfamiliar environment.

Michael gazed at her with an intensity that made her stomach flutter. He ran his hands down her body, lingering on her breasts, then slowly down her thighs until he reached her knees.

She trembled with excitement as he began to unbutton his shirt. Dahlia bit her lip as she watched him reveal his toned chest and hard abs.He pushed his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it aside.

Dahlia's eyes widened as she saw the thick bulge straining against his jeans. Michael turned his back to her and began to unbuckle his belt.

"Keep your eyes closed and turn around Dahlia, I'm going to punish you for not coming to me on time"

His tone brooked no argument. Dahlia's heart beat wildly as she felt his hand gently caress her ass. She clenched her muscles, trying to keep from crying out.

"Don't fight it Dahlia, just relax" , he whispered.

He continued to massage her ass, then suddenly pulled away. Dahlia gasped as she felt the cool air on her exposed pussy.

"You're so wet, I think you want this  punishment."

He gave her ass another firm squeeze and let go.

"Open your eyes" he ordered. Dahlia opened her eyes and saw him standing there with a riding crop in his hand.

She looked down at her crotch, shocked to see that her pussy lips were swollen and glistening with moisture.

"Get on your knees" Atlas demanded.

Dahlia dropped to her knees and spread her legs wide apart. She stared up at him, waiting for him to begin. He raised the crop and brought it down hard across her left breast.

Dahlia cried out in pain as she felt the heat radiating from her tender flesh.

"Count each stroke" Atlas ordered.

She counted silently as he continued to strike her breasts, alternating between them.

When she reached ten, he stopped and removed the crop from her body.

"Now suck my cock" Atlas commanded.

Dahlia hesitated for a moment, then took hold of his erect penis and began to lick the tip. He was so thick and full, his tip alone felt so heavy in her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the sensitive underside of his head, then slid her mouth down his shaft. He tasted salty and musky, the pain from the beating stirred something dark in Dahlia's mind. She felt herself getting wetter as she sucked harder and faster. Atlas grabbed her hair and thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep into her throat.

Dahlia gagged as he forced himself deeper and deeper. She could feel his cock twitching inside her mouth and knew he was close to cumming. Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth and yanked her to her feet.

"On your knees again" he demanded. Dahlia dropped to her knees, her face inches from his throbbing cock. Atlas grabbed her head and guided it towards his dick.

He's toying with me

Dahlia wrapped her lips around his tip and began sucking again. She had never done anything like this before, but she didn't care. The taste of his precum was intoxicating and she couldn't get enough.

Atlas grabbed her by the back of the head and began thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. Dahlia moaned as he fucked her face, forcing her to take more of his length into her throat.

Her hands gripped his thighs tightly as she tried to stay on her knees. Michael grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Dahlia gasped as he slammed his cock into her mouth.

She felt the tip brush against the back of her throat and she choked.

"Take it all bitch!" he shouted, slamming his cock into her mouth. Dahlia struggled to breathe as he rammed his cock into her mouth.

She felt his balls slap against her chin and his cock grew even thicker and longer. Suddenly he pulled his cock from her mouth and slapped her across the face.

"Clean me off" he demanded. Dahlia obediently stuck her tongue out and licked his shaft, tasting her saliva mixed with his cum. Michael pushed her head back and she fell backwards onto the floor.

He knelt down beside her and smiled.

"That was fun" he said.

Dahlia sat up and wiped her mouth.

"Well now you will learn."

He lifted her up and placed her on top of the desk. Dahlia looked down at him, confused. "Please, what are you doing?" she begged. Michael grabbed her waist and held her still.

Michael pulled her closer and began kissing her neck. He trailed kisses down her spine, pausing at the small of her back. He moved his hands down her sides and cupped her breasts.

"Next time, you'll know who owns you" he whispered into her ear. Dahlia trembled as he squeezed her nipples. He kissed his way back up her body and she felt his hand slide between her legs. She spread them wide open and let him touch her.

He traced a finger along her slit, making her shiver. "Oh no, not there!" she cried. "If you want to be my slut, then you'll have to earn it." He pulled away from her and stood up. "We're done for today, you can go back to work"

Dahlia stood in the opulent penthouse, her heart torn between the enigmatic allure of Michael and her affection for Abel. She had never experienced anything like what had just transpired in the dark room.

As she gathered her composure, Michael's voice echoed through the room, instructing her to return to the enigmatic space. He emphasized the importance of not keeping him waiting and warned her that he didn't like calling twice.

But just as she was about to heed his command, her phone lit up with a message from Abel. He was there to pick her up. Conflicted and uncertain, Dahlia found herself at a crossroads. Should she follow Michael's summons, delving deeper into the intriguing world he offered, or should she choose Abel, a familiar connection with whom she shared a past?

The weight of her decision hung heavy in the air, and she had to choose one path, knowing that it would define the course of her day and perhaps her life.