You stand in a lavish ballroom, watching some of the richest people in the world chat it up and take horderves from trays, and sip wine from glasses, though you’re quite out of place. That’s because you’re not a guest. You’re a bellboy. You’re the person they’re taking horderves from. And definitely not rich. You took the job because you needed the extra cash. No shame in it though, a job is a job. As you walk around the ballroom, holding out the tray of small crackers with caviar and salmon, you see the host of the party. Adriana De Silva. The richest person in the world. This was her Ballroom– Her Mansion, after all. She sat on a chair fit for a queen, in a stunning red dress, jewelry adorning her wrist, and a large fur coat that compliments the dress nicely. Though you notice something. Despite people trying to chat with her… She only has eyes for you. She even beckons you a bit closer. “Hey there, Hun… I’m just going to take one of what you’ve got there…” Adriana murmurs, before grabbing one of the Horderves, and eating it with ease. “...Delicious. Now, Tell me, Hun… You’re working here for the Money, right? Well, then let me make it easy for you. I think you’re cute. So, Stick by my side, and I’ll give you all the money and the gifts in the world. What do you say?”

You smile, feeling flattered. Perhaps she really does find you cute... Or maybe this was all part of some scheme to get someone in her pocket for a little while. It didn't matter to you either way. The money and gifts were too good to pass up, not that she had to know that. "Oh, I'm always telling the truth, sugar," she says with a wink, playfully brushing your cheek with her knuckles. She smiles softly, giving you another reassuring nod before continuing. "So what do you say? Will you stick around and be my little friend?" "Just remember... You're not here for their money. You're here for mine," she whispers in your ear, her breath tickling your skin. "And I will take very good care of you."

"Mmm... Not right now, sugar," she says with another playful nudge. "But once we find you something to wear that fits a little better..." Her eyes drift down to your chest, and then back up to meet yours. "...We'll see what else we can do to make you feel more comfortable." She leans in closer still, her warm breath fanning across your cheek as she continues softly, "And don't worry about them. They all think I'm far too intimidating anyway... They won't even notice that you're here with me." She glances around the room before asking almost thoughtfully, "Do you dance, Daniel? Because I think it might be fun to show everyone else how well we get along on the dance floor. And who knows? Maybe someone will see and want what they can't have." She smirks playfully at him, raising one perfect eyebrow in challenge.

Adriana smiled, her eyes shining with excitement as she stood up from her chair and held out her hand to him. "Well, in that case..." she purred, leading you over to the dance floor before turning back to face you. With an amused little smirk playing at the corners of her lips, she slowly began to sway her hips from side to side in time with the music, eyes locked on yours as she waited for you to join her. She moved gracefully across the floor, allowing herself to be led and guided by your every step. Though it was clear that she knew how to dance, she made sure not to show off too much. Instead, she focused on keeping in rhythm with you and making sure you felt comfortable as well. Every so often, her gaze would dart away from yours for only a moment before returning, taking in the way your shoulders moved or how your hands cupped hers at her waist. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself greatly. After several minutes of dancing, Adriana leaned in close and whispered into your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're doing quite well for yourself," she purred softly, tracing circles around the nape of your neck with a finger before trailing it slowly back up to cupping your jaw. "Though... I think we should really find something better for you to wear." She gave you a sultry smile before pulling back slightly so that their bodies were no longer pressed together, though her hands remained on your shoulders. "What do you say, sugar?" she asked with an amused glint in her eye. "Do you trust me to find something more appropriate for our little... situation?"

Without another word, she spun you around gently and led you off the dance floor, back towards her chair where her jacket and other personal belongings had been set aside earlier. She took a moment to choose something from amongst them before turning back to face you with a mischievous grin playing at the corners of her lips. "Here," she said, holding out a long, black velvet robe for you to take. "I think this will suit you better." The robe fell open as soon as your hands closed around the edges, revealing a tight-fitting shirt that clung to your chest and accentuated every dip and curve of your muscles. Beneath it was a pair of black slacks that hugged your legs like a second skin, ending just above your ankles where they were folded back to reveal a pair of expensive-looking shoes that matched her own red ones perfectly. Adriana stepped closer and reached up to adjust the collar of your shirt before tucking it back into place and straightening out the lapels. "There," she said with satisfaction, taking a step back to assess her handiwork. "Much better." Her gaze traveled slowly downward from your neck to your waist and then lower still, lingering on your groin before finally meeting yours again. "So," she purred, her voice low and sultry as she took in the transformation that had taken place before her eyes, "do you feel more comfortable now?"

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that," she said with a satisfied smile, her voice still smooth and low as she reached out to brush some imaginary lint off your shoulder before cupping your cheek in her palm, tracing a finger over the outline of your lower lip. "Now then..." Her gaze flicked down briefly before meeting yours again with an amused glint in her eye. "...How about we show everyone else just how comfortable you feel in this new outfit?" She leaned in closer, pressing her body against yours as she whispered the last words in your ear, her breath hot and warm on your skin. "And maybe later tonight," she purred, trailing a finger down the center of your chest before slipping it under the hem of your shirt to trace lazy circles around your belly button, "I can show you just how comfortable I am with you wearing nothing at all." Her lips brushed against your earlobe as she spoke, sending shivers down your spine. "Think about that," she whispered huskily, giving your chin a gentle tug before pulling back to look at you once more, her expression soft and inviting. "In the meantime... Shall we dance some more?" Her hand settled on your shoulder again, fingers curling around the fabric of your new shirt in what could easily be mistaken for a possessive gesture.

Your body pressed against hers, the heat between you palpable even through the thin fabric of your clothes. Adriana hummed softly in contentment as she allowed herself to become lost in the rhythm of their dance, her hips swaying expertly in time with yours. She leaned forward slightly, placing a hand on each of your shoulders before lifting herself up onto the tips of her toes so that they were nearly nose-to-nose. "You know," she murmured into your ear, breath tickling across your skin, "I've been thinking... The party has just begun tonight, and there will be plenty more people for you to meet. Perhaps it's time we took a break from the dance floor?" She licked her lips slowly, eyes narrowing in amusement as she studied your reaction. "What do you say, sugar? Would you like to explore the house with me... Get to know each other better in private?" Her hand trailed down over your chest, fingers grazing teasingly across the bulge at your crotch before sliding lower still, dipping between your legs and brushing against the fabric of your underwear. "I promise it will be worth your while."

Adriana leaned back again, her hand still resting on your shoulder, her expression carefully blank as she pretended not to notice the effect she was having on you. "It's up to you," she purred softly, gaze fixed on yours. "Your choices... Your adventure." A wicked smile curved her lips upwards again as she waited for your answer.

A satisfied smile spread across her lips as you agreed to accompany her on your little adventure through the mansion. "Lead the way, sugar," she murmured softly, following closely behind as you took her by the hand and led them both through the throng of guests. It was clear from the hungry looks they were getting that some people would much rather be in their position, but Adriana just smiled sweetly at each one before pulling you away. The two of you weaved your way through the party, occasionally stopping to chat with a few friends or acquaintances here and there, but always managing to find an excuse to slip back into the privacy of shadowy hallways and hidden stairwells. Adriana kept her hand firmly entwined with yours as you led her deeper and deeper into the house, pulling her close against your body whenever they were out of sight. It didn't take long before she was beginning to feel dizzy from the combination of alcohol, desire, and anticipation swirling through her veins. Her heart hammered in her chest as you finally brought them up to a stop behind a massive oak door, its ornate carvings gleaming softly in the dim light. "This is my private study," she murmured, pressing her body against yours again and breathing in the scent of your skin. "I've always liked it here... It's so quiet, so peaceful." Her eyes glittered with mischief as she leaned in closer still, their bodies almost flush together. "But tonight," she whispered hoarsely, trailing a finger down your chest and over the waistband of your pants, "I think we can make it even more interesting." Her other hand snaked around to cup your ass, fingers digging into the firm flesh as she pulled you closer

Her words send a shiver down your spine, her touch making your body heat even more. You can feel the desire burning in her gaze as she looks at you, and it's almost too much to take. "You're so sweet," she whispers, moving even closer now, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh. Her other hand trails up your back, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls your head down toward hers. Their lips meet in a hungry, demanding kiss that leaves you gasping for air when it finally ends. "I've wanted this ever since I first saw you," Adriana murmurs, nipping at your bottom lip before parting her own lips to take yours again. "And tonight... Tonight I'm going to have all of you." Her hands slide up your chest and over your shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles there as she urges you back against the door behind you. She breaks the kiss once more, trailing her tongue down your neck before nipping at your earlobe. "You see... I've been waiting for someone like you," she whispers, voice husky and low. "Someone who can take care of me... Make me feel wanted." Her hands begin to wander lower on your body now, dipping beneath the hem of your shirt to stroke your bare skin. "And I think..." She pauses, her breath warm against your ear as she murmurs, "...that you're just what I need." She growls softly and pushes her hips forward, grinding against you in a way that leaves no doubt about what she wants from this moment on.

She laughed, the sound husky and seductive as it filled the study. "Oh, sugar... You're different in so many ways." She traced circles around your nipple through the fabric of your shirt before slipping her hand inside, cupping your breast. "Most men just want one thing... They're here for my money, or my power." Her touch grew bolder now, fingers tightening on your breast as she began to massage it gently. "But with you..." She leaned in close, nipple brushing against your lips as she whispered, "...it feels different."

Her other hand slid lower still, fingers curling around the waistband of your pants and tugging them down slowly, revealing the flesh-colored boxers you were wearing beneath. "With you," she murmured against your skin as her fingers dipped under the elastic waistband and began to caress the smooth flesh of your stomach, "I feel... desired."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, making your cock jump in response. She moaned softly at the feel of it against her hand, her fingers tightening around you as she began to stroke in earnest now. "Tell me," she breathed against your neck, voice husky with desire, "are these for me?" Her other hand slid up your chest again, fingers threading through your hair and tugging gently.

Your eyes slide closed at the feel of her touches, the pleasure coursing through you making it hard to think straight. "Yes," you manage to croak out before she can finish asking the question. "They're for you."

Her words send a thrill through her, and she presses herself harder against you in reply, letting out a moan as her hips grind against yours. "Oh, sugar..." She whispers, voice low and sultry, before dipping down to kiss along your jawline. "You have no idea how much that turns me on."

Her hands move faster now, stroking and teasing as she explores every inch of your body. With one hand still cupped around her breast, the other slides lower still until it meets resistance from your underwear. She growls softly into your ear at the feel of you hardening against her touch, and with a rough thrust of her hips, manages to push them both down past your erection.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the smooth skin of your ass beneath her fingertips for the first time. "Fuck..." She whispers hoarsely, fingers curling around you and squeezing gently. Her thumb glides back and forth over the sensitive spot between your cheeks, and she can feel yourself tense in response. It's almost too much for her to bear; desire is coursing through her veins like fire.

With a rough yank, she pulls you closer, their hips grinding together as she continues to explore every inch of your ass. Her free hand slides up along your spine, fingers trailing lightly over your shoulder before coming to rest on the nape of your neck. "You're so beautiful," she pants against your ear, nipping gently at the lobe before sucking it into her mouth and laving it with her tongue.

Her body arches back slightly as she feels the first stirrings of release, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she comes undone

His words send another shudder through her, his desire palpable against her body. With one last rough thrust of her hips, she releases him and steps back, taking in the sight of him: flushed and panting, cock straining against his underwear. A wicked smile curls her lips upwards as she reaches out to cup him through the thin fabric. "Tell me," she breathes, eyes locked on his face, "do you want this?" Her fingers squeeze slightly and he groans, hips jerking in response. She watches closely as he struggles to regain control, enjoying the power she has over him. "Because I can make it so good for you..."

Her hand moves in a teasing circle at his hip before sliding up higher, fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of his underwear and brushing against the head of his cock. He shudders violently and she feels triumphant at the sound, her touch growing bolder now. With practiced ease, she tugs his pants and boxers down over his hips until they pool around his ankles, leaving him completely exposed before stepping even closer to admire her handiwork. "There we go," she whispers, stroking the length of him once before cupping him in her palm. "Now we can really have some fun." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leans forward, tongue darting out to lick circles around his head before taking him into her mouth, sucking hard.

Her moan vibrates against his shaft as she feels his grip in her hair, urging her on. The taste of him fills her mouth, and she savors every drop as she sucks eagerly, her fingers massaging the base of his cock. Her other hand slides around to cup his balls, rolling them gently through his folds of skin. She pulls off with a loud groan, looking up at him through hooded lids.

"I take it back," she pants, voice rough from desire and arousal. "You're not just what I needed... You're everything." With a firm grip on his cock, she guides it to her lips once more, taking him deep into her mouth with a satisfied moan. Her tongue darts out to trace circles around the head of his cock before curling tighter and lapping at the sensitive flesh. With each bob of her head, she increases the pressure, holding nothing back as she devours him whole.

Her free hand reaches up to grip the back of her neck, fingers curling into the soft skin as she loses herself in the sensation of having him this close, this deep inside her mouth. Her hips roll forward instinctively, grinding against his lower body as if searching for more contact with him.

She can feel him tensing beneath her touch and knows he's close; ready to explode. With a final thrust of her tongue, she pushes him over the edge, feeling the hot rush of his release against the back of her throat. She swallows greedily as his hips buck against hers, moaning in ecstasy at the taste of him on her tongue.

Only when he's spent does she pull away, licking her lips slowly before meeting his gaze once more.

Her cheeks flush slightly at the memory of such intimate encounters, and she can feel her own arousal beginning to stir again as she contemplates being in this position with him. She laughs softly, a seductive sound that makes his heart race even faster. "Well, I've had my fair share," she says coyly, sliding her hands up over her hips and slowly pulling down the neckline of her dress to reveal more of her breasts before tossing the fabric carelessly aside so they are fully exposed. "But...I don't believe we've done that together yet." Her eyes dart between his face and his hands, wondering what he has in store for her next.

With a graceful glide she climbs up onto the desk, straddling it with one leg curled underneath her and the other extended to the side. She leans forward slightly, giving him an almost unobstructed view of her glistening pussy just inches away from his face. Her fingers trail lightly over the smooth skin of her inner thighs before coming to rest on either side of her core, spreading her wetness for him. "Well... are you going to make good on your promise?" she asks huskily, her breath warm against his cheek as she curls one hand around a breast and gently squeezes. "Or was that just empty talk?"

Her body tenses as she feels his hot breath against her lips, sending shivers down her spine. When his tongue finally brushes against the soft flesh between her legs, it's like an electric current surges through her. She cries out, arching her back and pressing herself further onto his face as he begins to tease and explore her most intimate parts with expertise.

Her fingers clench into fists in the desk, nails biting into the wood as she tries to remain still for his pleasure. The feel of him so close, his warm breath on her skin, sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body and concentrates all her senses onto this one spot where he is touching her. "Fuck... Daniel..." she moans, the sound muffled by his steady rhythm. "Yes... Like that... Oh god..."

Her hips begin to move in time with his tongue, urging him on as she gets closer and closer to the edge of release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body tensing uncontrollably with each thrust of his tongue. "I'm close... I'm so close..." She whimpers, reaching down to grip his hair tightly as her orgasm builds and builds inside her.

Just when she thinks she can't take anymore, he swirls his tongue around her clit and sucks hard at the same time, sending her careening over the edge in a shuddering release that leaves her panting and weak beneath him. "Daniel..." she whispers hoarsely, her eyes fluttering closed as sensation washes over her. She rocks gently against his face, offering what little resistance she has left before collapsing bonelessly forward with a sigh of satisfaction.

Her breath slows to shallow gasps as she comes

Adriana's head thrashes back and forth on the desk as she cries out, her body arching off the ground in a perfect display of ecstasy. Her nails scrape down his chest, leaving red lines in their wake as he pushes her ever closer to the brink. "Oh god," she gasps, feeling like her entire being is caught in this whirlwind of desire and lust that only seems to intensify with each passing moment.

His tongue delves deeper, sucking and teasing at her clit as his teeth graze against her sensitive skin, sending waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through her. With a throaty moan, she comes undone yet again, her body quivering in the aftermath as he continues to feast on her sweetness with an intensity that leaves her completely breathless.

Finally, he draws back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looks down at her with a satisfied smirk playing around his lips. Adriana lays panting beneath him, eyes closed and face flushed with pleasure. She opens them slowly when she feels his warm hands slide up her stomach to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her tight nipples. "You're an amazing lover," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to tug gently at one of his curls before tugging him down for a searing kiss that nearly steals what little breath remains in her body.

She smiles against his lips, tracing circles around his face with her fingers before running them through his hair again. "You have no idea how much I've missed this," she confesses quietly, looking into his eyes with a tenderness that catches him off guard. With each passing moment, the lines between desire and something deeper seem to blur, making her heart race faster in anticipation of where this night might lead them both.

Her hands slip lower again, fingers curling around the hard length pressed against his pants. "I want you inside me," she whispers, eyes sparkling with need as she guides him to position himself at her entrance. Slowly but surely, he fills her up, stretching her in a way that feels both demanding and perfectly right.

She lets out a shuddering moan as he bottoms out inside of her, their bodies flush together once more. Her legs wrap tight around his waist, holding him close as they begin to move in perfect sync, their rhythm growing faster and wilder with each passing second. "Fuck," she gasps, arching her back off the desk as sensation rips through her body, consuming every nerve ending it touches.

She feels the first tremors of her climax begin to build deep within her core, spreading outward like a wave, threatening to drown them both in pleasure. With a strangled cry, she comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering violently as waves upon waves of release wash over her. "Daniel," she whispers hoarsely, lips pressed against his shoulder as she clings to him tightly, still trembling from the force of her orgasm.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him to stay connected even as her body begins to relax back down to earth once more.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she feels him getting closer to the edge, her own body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Cum with me," she whispers hoarsely against his neck, urging him on even as she holds back a part of herself, wanting to feel him explode inside her for as long as possible. His thrusts become harder, faster now, and she can feel the tension building inside of him, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap.

"Ahhh..." he cries out, his hips bucking wildly against hers as he releases himself deep inside her, filling her up with his hot seed. She moans loudly, arching her back and meeting his thrusts eagerly now, wanting him to feel how much she still needs him, even after she's climaxed. Their bodies slide together in a messy tangle of limbs and sweat as they come down from their high, hearts racing and skin flushed with passion.

She can't help but smile against his neck when he finally collapses on top of her, spent and panting. The feel of him inside her, the taste of him on her lips, it all sends a thrill through her that she hasn't felt in what feels like ages. Maybe, just maybe, this could be more than just an arrangement to her...

"Daniel..." she whispers softly, caressing his cheek with the backs of her fingers. "I think... I might need you tonight." Her words are barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing, but they carry weight nonetheless. A weight that sinks into the pit of his stomach and leaves him feeling oddly warm all over.

Her voice is quiet, almost shy as she whispers her admission into the stillness of the room. She licks her lips nervously, trying to find the right words to say what's been building up inside her all night long. "I mean," she begins slowly, tracing a circle on his chest with her finger, "that I don't think I can go back to how things were before." She pauses, searching his eyes for any sign of rejection or mockery. But all she sees there is curiosity and something that might almost be desire.

"I need more," she continues, her voice stronger now. "Not just this... I mean... us." Her finger stops moving, hovering uncertainly over the steady line of his Adam's apple. "I want to see where it goes from here. If we can make something more out of it."

There. She's said it. The words are out there now and she feels lighter somehow for having spoken them. She waits, heart in her throat, hoping that he won't laugh or tell her she's being silly. That maybe... just maybe, he feels the same way too.

The relief that washes over her at his reply makes her heart skip a beat. She reaches up, cupping his face in her hands and gazing into his eyes with an intensity that takes her breath away. "Really?" she whispers, as if afraid to believe it's true.

His nod is slow and steady, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile that lights up his entire face. Her own lips curve in response, unable to help themselves. It feels like they've taken their first step towards something new, something uncharted and terrifying... but also exhilarating and full of possibility.

She presses her body against his, feeling the warmth of him through their sweaty skin. This time when he thrusts inside her, it's slow and deliberate; not just about release or satisfaction, but about claiming her, about making her his in a way that goes far beyond physical intimacy.

"Daniel..." she breathes, her fingers tangling in his hair as their hips move together in perfect harmony. "You have no idea what this means to me." She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of being with him like this, knowing that everything has changed irrevocably and yet feeling more alive than she has in years.