Chapter 1 One

The week had been hell. Heartbroken. Crushed. Devastated. Izzy stepped out of her tiny apartment and into the night, her heels clicking against the sidewalk. She didn't care where she was going... she just needed to get out. She needed to forget him.

Her ex had said it. Harshly. Cruelly.

He told her she wasn't... enough that she couldn't satisfy him. That she didn't know how to give pleasure like he wanted. She hadn't even realized sex comes with a manual. But that didn't make it hurt any less.

The neon lights of The Velvet Room flashed ahead like a promise. Loud music pulsed through the air. Laughing, swaying bodies pushed past her as she entered, and for a moment, she took a deep breath. She didn't have to think about work. About him. About anything. She just needed to let herself lose.

Izzy made her way to the bar, her hair falling over her face. She ordered a strong drink and let the bitterness hit her tongue. She didn't care if it burned... maybe it was the burn she needed.

Then she felt it.

A presence.

Watching her.

She turned, and their eyes met. The stranger leaned casually against the bar, his dark hair messy, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. There was something dangerous about him. Something that made her pulse a little faster.

"You look like you need a drink... or three," he said. His voice was smooth, low, and confident.

She laughed nervously, taking another sip. "You could say that."

He nodded, like he understood exactly what she meant. They started talking. Small talk at first, meaningless chatter that somehow didn't feel meaningless at all. There was an ease to him, a teasing edge that made her laugh despite her sadness...

Then the bartender brought over something she didn't recognize... a shot, maybe laced with something extra.

"Try it," he said with a wink. "It'll help you forget whatever troubles you."

She hesitated... and then shrugged. What the hell? She was already losing control anyway.

The world tilted deliciously. The music seemed louder, the lights brighter. Laughter bubbled up from deep inside her, and she realized she hadn't felt this free in months. He made her feel alive.

Hours passed in a blur of smoke, drinks, and teasing conversation. She didn't even know his name. She didn't care. He was just... him. Dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic.

When the club finally started to thin out, he leaned close. His lips brushed her ear. "Want to get out of here?"

Her heart raced. "Yeah," she whispered, almost without thinking.

They stepped out into the cool night. The city was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the club. His car was sleek, black, waiting for them like a predator.

The second they were inside, the air changed. Electric. Taut. He kissed her... hard, demanding, like he was claiming her. Izzy froze for a moment, overwhelmed, then melted into him. Her body had never felt like this. Her mind hadn't even known this was possible.

He touched her in ways she didn't understand but craved. Every movement, every kiss, every whisper made her shiver.

His hands slid down her gown and tore off her panties. Spreading her legs as his face went straight to her pussy like he was starving.

And goodness, that was just the beginning

His tongue hit her like a rocket

She screamed like a slut...

she never knew she could scream like that. She had never been with anyone like him. She didn't know what she was doing... but somehow, that didn't matter. He took control, and she let him.

His tongue didn't just lick it devoured her pussy, slowly and deep.

Like he was memorizing every part of her body.

"Fuck.." She cried her nails dug deep into the leather seat of the car, her legs shaking as he spread them wider shoving his two fingers into her without hesitation.

"Oh..yes..Zaddy."

She called him Zaddy. She couldn't help it. She has never used it before not even on her ex. She was soaked and desperate and all she could think of was getting ruined by him.

His tongue caressed her clit like he had fantasized about her body.

He groaned.

The deep, rough, animal noise rumbles against her pussy. She was panting, shaking so fucking close to exploding.

His fingers pumped in and out faster, deeper it was so fucking perfect with his mouth still on her clit. His hands and lips explored every part of her, and she gasped, moaned, felt her world narrow to just him.

She had never experienced anything so intense, so consuming. Pleasure burned through her, sharp and sweet, leaving her trembling, gasping for air.

She needed him to go deeper, harder, and rougher. Then he stopped and stared at her.

"Do you want more pumpkin?" His voice deep

"Yes... I.. Want more."

"You'll get more" He promised," I'm not done with you yet."

His and her Clothes came off in a dizzying, clumsy dance.

And his Cock..

Fucking...Shit

Fucking huge cock!

Thick. Hard. Veined. Ready and fucking starved.

"Now I'm going to bend you over and fuck you pumpkin"

"Right now.. Hard.. And I'm not pulling out until I'm satisfied."

He didn't give her a second to think. He spun her around, her ass up, leg spread, pussy soaked waiting.

"Fuck" He growled behind her, one hand grabbing her hip, the other spreading her legs wider. "Look at this pussy.. Begging to be ruined."

Her face was flushed, her ass trembling in his grip.

Then

He thrust into her

She let out a scream

Her whole body arched back at his cock. Her nails buried into the leather seat.

He wasn't slow

He fucked her.

Like she was made for it.

Like her body was created to please him. To take his huge cock and let how surrender to it. He grunted behind her, one hand grabbing her hair yanking her so she could arch more.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream as he fucked her harder, deeper, until his hips were slamming against her ass, slapping skin to skin.

"Fuck pumpkin.." He groaned into her ears" You taste so good.. So tight. Taking me in like you were made for this cock. Do you feel that..?"

"Yes... " She cried tears spilling down her cheeks. She never knew sex good be this good. Sex could make her cry.

"Don't... Stop.. Fuck..me... Harder"

His hands grip her throat

Held it tight from behind, fucking her so that her breasts bounced to the rhythm. His voice growled, hit against her ear, brutal and breathless.

"Come on this cock, pumpkin. Let Zaddy feel milk on him while he ruins this pussy."

And she did she came so hard her scream could be heard miles away.

Her whole body collapsed, cum dripping from her hot and messy but he didn't stop.

He didn't fucking slow down

"I told you I won't stop till I'm satisfied" He grunted, grabbing her hips and slamming his cock into her over and over chasing his own satisfaction.

"I'm gonna fill you in.. Pumpkin.. Fuck this pussy it I leave my mark"

And then he went on faster, deeper, and harder.

Then he came

His hot cum floods her ass.

As it ended she couldn't believe she wanted more..

She was on the seat, heart racing, mind spinning. She didn't know his name. Didn't know what would happen next. But she knew one thing: she would never forget this night.

She left his car, walking home in a haze, the memory of his touch seared into her skin. She had no idea who he was... but a small, foolish part of her hoped she'd see him again. His word echoed in her ears.

"I would have loved to fuck you again tonight.. But I have somewhere else to be pumpkin."

With that, she knew... tonight had changed her forever.