IN ZACK'S ESTATE MANSION.
The ride back was a taut silence, a shared understanding that hung heavy in the air. The wrought iron gates of the estate swung open, revealing a long drive flanked by meticulously manicured green shrubs – silent sentinels guarding the obscured life of a future mafia leader. Inside the private wing of the mansion, a sanctuary no one dared to breach, Zack emerged from the car as a uniformed guard held the door. Sadiq, his right-hand man, tossed the keys to a waiting chauffeur who smoothly steered the vehicle towards the cavernous garage, a testament to Zack's wealth with its gleaming rows of luxury cars. A brief, knowing nod passed between Zack and Sadiq, a silent confirmation of their clandestine actions.
He entered the mansion, a wave of richly dressed maids bowing their heads in unison. Their alluring attire was met with his complete indifference. With a sharp tug, he freed his fiery red hair from its band, the long strands cascading over his shoulders. He began to unbutton his shirt, the fine fabric falling away to reveal smooth, unmarked skin – a surprising blank canvas against the backdrop of his rough family history.
A young maid approached, her gaze fixed on the polished marble floor. "Boss," she murmured, her voice low and submissive, "your bath is prepared, precisely as you prefer."
Zack turned, his eyes briefly acknowledging her presence before he moved towards the opulent bathroom. "Very well then," he stated, his tone brooking no argument. "Sadiq, ensure absolute privacy."
"Understood, boss," Sadiq replied, his voice firm as he closed the massive door, standing guard like a loyal sentinel.
The bathroom was a breathtaking expanse. A colossal glass chandelier dripped with crystals that chimed softly in the still air, like delicate bells creating a subtle melody. Steam billowed from the oversized bathing pool, enveloping the room in a fragrant warmth. Zack shed his remaining clothing, his skin still pristine, and stepped into the steamy sanctuary. Lining either side of the pool stood a row of naked maids, each holding a carefully folded selection of his favored towels. The choice of which towel he took held a silent significance, dictating who would share his bed that night.
He sank into the water with a guttural sigh of satisfaction, the heat immediately beginning to prickle his skin. As the warm water enveloped him, a transformation began. Intricate lines and bold patterns bloomed across his torso, as if the heat itself was coaxing hidden ink to the surface. What was moments before a smooth expanse of skin now became a vibrant tapestry of tattoos, a rebellious artwork emerging in stark contrast to the earlier controlled image. A hand, soft yet possessive, snaked around his waist, fingers lightly tracing the newly revealed designs on his thigh. Then, a sensation both intimate and demanding: warm, wet lips enclosed the head of his penis, enveloping it completely.
He groaned in satisfaction, his hands instinctively reaching to grasp the figure that had submerged him. He tugged on the wet strands of hair, pulling the looming presence backward out of the water. It was Tanya, revealed in her unadorned beauty. Stark naked, her fair skin flushed a delicate red from the heat of the bath, her nipples, taut like pebbles, seemed to beckon. One of her hands settled possessively on his chest, while the other slid down, cupping his engorged member in a smooth, firm motion, teasing with a deliberate pressure.
Zack threw his head back slightly, a satisfied groan escaping his lips. "I always knew you'd be the bold one to pull such a nasty prank, darling," he murmured, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He leaned forward, sucking on one hardened nipple while his fingers caressed the other. "You taste divine. It's been too long."
Tanya smiled mischievously, her eyes sparkling with playful defiance as she plopped herself onto his lap, straddling him. "Welcome home, my love. It hasn't been that long since you had me; it's only a miracle I can walk straight after our last intense encounter," she purred, leaning down to nip at his neck, leaving a burgeoning red mark. "I can't afford to share my man with these low lives."
"You don't share me with anyone, Tanya," Zack replied, his grip tightening on her hips, pulling her closer until she was fully seated upon him. "Besides, I'm a man who takes what he wants, from whomever he wants." He looked up at her, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "I'm going to mess you up so badly you'll be screaming my name until the guards think the mansion is haunted."
She chuckled, lightly pinching his nipple in return. "Such a teaser, aren't you? I've been waiting to hear you say that, Zack, since you walked through that door," she whispered, guiding herself down onto him with a slow, deliberate motion, her gaze locked with his.
Zack's playful kiss deepened, a spark of lust igniting in their eyes. Their tongues danced together, a silent battle for dominance, escalating until Zack's gentle bite drew a soft moan from Tanya. They broke apart, eyes locked, a shared desire hanging in the air.
"Zack," Tanya whispered, her voice thick with longing, "can I ride you? I want it." She didn't wait for his answer, her gaze already a persuasive invitation. "You might enjoy it. I'm tired of being underneath. Let's have some fun."
A chuckle rumbled in Zack's chest, but he quickly pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss before he drew back. "I'm down," he murmured, a playful challenge in his eyes, "only if you can make me cum. I'd like to see you riding me."
A devious smile played on Tanya's lips as she shifted, her hips grinding against his. The intimate contact created a soft, rhythmic sound. A loud moan escaped her as she tilted her head back, lost in the sensation. Zack watched, a mixture of amusement and arousal in his gaze, before lifting his hips to meet her movements.
"Ohhh...ohhh God, that's it, Zack, faster!" she gasped, her fingers tangling in his fiery red hair.
An estranged moan left her lips with each thrust Zack gave. Her eyes were heavy and half lidded with lust hooded in each of her brown honey eyes. Zack knew she was close he toppled her beneath him before proceeding to give her the biggest thrust of her life while grabbing her throat tightly in one hand hard enough to leave a handprint. The naked maids from earlier stood each facing each other afraid of making any noise or else there would be consequences.
"Zack I'm close please let me cum. She pleads gritting her teeth.
"Tanya you know the rules I don't hear you begging for it. He laughed smacking her hard on her thigh.
She closed her eyes tightly swallowing hard she tired to speak but they came out as ragged breathing. "Please Zack let me I'm begging you. She said digging her manicured nail into his back.
Zack pretends to be oblivious he leans up to her ear nibbling on it. "You better speak up I don't grant empty requests. He said his voice low and demanding.
Tanya arched grabbing the sheet in her fist. "Please Zack let me cum I'm close. She whispered stirring a hint of lost and desire in his eyes.
Without hesitation he thrust right into her hard and painful earning a scream from her while she came undone. He pulls out while working on his shaft before spilling his seed into the pool his head thrown back.
The air in the humid room hung thick with unspoken tension as Tanya sat up, gasping for breath. Her gaze, clouded with a wounded pain, locked onto Zack, who stood waist-deep in the warm pool. "Why do you always pull out... only to spill your seed onto the rug or the pool?" Her voice was a low, trembling murmur, laced with a desperate curiosity. "I've never even been to your room, Zack. And to top it all off, you always fuck me right in front of these maids. Don't you think we need some privacy?"
Zack moved deeper into the water, a dismissive smirk playing on his lips. Two naked maids approached him, their movements practiced and subservient. One began to lather his broad shoulders with fragrant soap, her hands gliding smoothly over his wet skin, while the other knelt to wash his legs, paying particular attention to the muscles of his calves. "Tanya, don't be greedy," he mocked, his voice laced with a cruel amusement. "I don't like ungrateful dogs who bark at their masters." He leaned back, luxuriating in the maids' ministrations, the scent of the soap mingling with the humid air. "I give you a luxurious life for your... service. I'm not fucking you for free, remember that."
He fixed her with a predatory stare. "When I pull out or decide to just make out with you is my prerogative. And for the record, my room is off-limits." His tone sharpened. "Next time, call before you waltz right into my house."
A wave of mortification washed over Tanya, hotter than the pool water. She had learned to expect this kind of treatment whenever she dared to voice her needs, yet her heart refused to remain silent. With a sigh of weary resignation, she stepped out of the pool, her nakedness momentarily exposed before she draped the heavy silk robe around her.
Turning to face him, her voice held a brittle edge of sarcasm and lingering embarrassment. "I'm leaving. And I don't think I'll be able to make it when you call next time."
Zack let out a harsh, dry laugh that echoed through the opulent space. "Go home, Tanya. Or should I tell Sadiq to see you out?" He dipped his entire body beneath the surface, emerging with droplets clinging to his eyelashes. "If you decide not to come, it's fine. I know how to get you here. I'm already used to your little tantrums."
A hiss escaped Tanya's lips, her hands clenching into tight fists at her sides. She spun around, yanking open the heavy door and storming out, the sound of its slamming a punctuation mark on her humiliation.
Zack emerged from the pool, water streaming from his body. He glanced at the two remaining maids, a silent debate flickering in his eyes before he snatched a towel from the one who offered him a seductive smile. His expression remained unimpressed as he turned away, dismissing her unspoken invitation.
He moved towards a discreet door on the far side of the bathroom, leading to his private salon. Several maids stood waiting, their heads bowed. He settled into the plush chair as one of them draped a silk cloth around his neck.
"Sadiq!" His voice boomed, and the salon door opened swiftly. Sadiq entered, his confident presence immediately commanding the attention of the women in the room. He stopped behind Zack's chair, his head lowered. "Yes, boss? You called for me."
Zack's gaze swept over the waiting maids, a frown creasing his brow. "I'd like these women replaced. Their breasts seem... off. And they look far too young and immature for my tastes." A clear note of displeasure colored his voice. "I prefer women between the ages of twenty-four and twenty-eight. They offer a far more... enriching experience for someone like me."
Sadiq stiffened imperceptibly, his eyes flicking briefly to his boss before returning to a respectful downward gaze. "Yes, boss. As you wish." He made to leave.
"One more request..." Zack's voice was cold, sharp as ice. "Tanya is not to be allowed anywhere near my room, under any circumstances. And if she does trespass, let it be known that whoever is on duty that day will pay dearly for their negligence."
"Yes, boss," Sadiq replied, turning to address the two naked maids who had been tending to Zack. "The boss has dismissed you. Leave this place immediately and follow me. We will discuss your compensation."
The maids exchanged stunned and resentful glances, a silent blame directed towards the departed Tanya. They dared not voice their bitterness, however, knowing better than to risk further displeasure. They followed Sadiq out of the room, their humiliation a tangible presence lingering in the air alongside Zack's casual cruelty.