Sasha's head snapped back against the steel door with a hollow thud. A sharp, ragged gasp tore from her throat, her fingers digging into my shoulders so hard her nails drew blood.

​"Druski..." she choked out, her voice a mix of shock and absolute, grounding relief.

​She clung to me like a life raft in a storm. I began to move, my pace slow and heavy, each thrust vibrating against the locked door behind her. The sound was rhythmic and metallic, a steady bang-bang-bang that signaled to the entire room that this wasn't a random hookup.

​The Silver Fox and his circle moved in even closer, their faces illuminated by the dim, hellish glow of the club. They were watching a pornstar work with a voyeuristic hunger, but I didn't give them a glance. I kept my eyes on Sasha's face, watching her lips part and her chest heave under the silk blindfold.

​"Stay in the dark with me, Sasha," I rasped, my voice a dark command. "The door stays locked, but you're safe as long as I'm inside you."

​The sensation was incredible—the friction of her tight, desperate walls combined with the primal knowledge that we were surrounded by the most powerful, depraved people on earth. I increased the speed, my sweat dripping onto her collarbone, my hands anchoring her to the steel as I claimed her over and over.

The atmosphere in the room underwent a chilling transformation. The frantic, messy sounds of the orgy died down, replaced by a heavy, expectant silence that was almost louder than the music. The elite—the movers and shakers of the world—had stopped their own debauchery to bear witness. They were standing in a wide, ragged circle, their masked faces turned toward us like a twisted audience in an underground theater.

​They were mesmerized. They had seen high-priced escorts and hollow "performances" a thousand times, but they had never seen a man lay claim to a woman with the raw, protective ferocity of a sex king.

​Through the sea of discarded silk and sweating bodies, Evelyn emerged. She looked disheveled, her gold mask slightly askew, but as she pushed her way to the front of the crowd, her eyes locked onto us. She stood there, frozen, watching the man she had hired turn a house of horrors into a personal throne room.

​I ignored them all. My focus was entirely on the woman pinned between me and the steel.

​"You're the only one here, Sasha," I growled, my voice vibrating through her chest as I drove into her. "The only one."

​Inside the darkness of the blindfold, Sasha was in another world. The fear had been burned away by the sheer intensity of my presence. Every time I slammed into her, she felt the safety of my weight and the incredible, stretching fullness of my length opening her up. She wasn't a victim anymore; she was the center of the universe.

​"Druski... please... don't stop..." she whimpered, her legs tightening around my waist, her ankles locking with a strength born of pure desperation. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, her moans turning into rhythmic, melodic gasps that echoed off the cold butchery walls.

​I could feel the vibration of the heavy door behind us. Someone was on the other side. The tumblers were beginning to shift.

As my hands kneaded the lush, heavy weight of Sasha's breasts, I felt her body vibrating with a cocktail of raw adrenaline and skyrocketing pleasure. She was lost in the sensory deprivation, her own hand reaching down to find herself, her fingers working frantically against her clit as she searched for a release that could match the intensity of the room.

​I didn't give her the easy way out. I gripped her hips and spun her around, the wet, sliding sound of my cock leaving her pussy echoing in the quiet. I stood there for a heartbeat, fully exposed, my length glistening with her cream under the harsh red lights.

​The effect on the crowd was instantaneous. In the shadows, I saw the socialites and actresses—women who could have anything they wanted—breaking. They weren't just watching anymore; they were participating from the sidelines, their hands sliding under their silk bushes, rubbing themselves with a desperate, voyeuristic fervor. They didn't want the "Diddy" chaos; they wanted the singular, crushing focus I was giving Sasha.

​Sasha, still blindfolded and fueled by a primal need to be reclaimed, reached back. Her fingers found me, slick and pulsing, and she guided me with a shaky, determined hand. She didn't point me back to her pussy. She pressed the head of my cock against the tight, puckered heat of her asshole.

​With a sharp, bracing inhale, she pushed back, sliding me into that forbidden, narrow depth.

​"God... Druski..." she choked out, her head falling forward against the steel door.

​The entry was incredibly tight, a searing pressure that made my vision swim. I drove forward, seating myself deep within her, feeling the rhythmic clenching of her muscles as they tried to accommodate the intrusion. The crowd let out a collective, hushed gasp.

​I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so I could whisper against her ear while I began a slow, punishing grind. "They're all watching you, Sasha. Every one of them. And they all know you're the only thing here that matters."

​The heavy iron bar of the door suddenly shifted.

I felt the final, volcanic surge of pressure reach the point of no return. I gripped Sasha's hips with bone-crushing intensity, burying myself to the absolute root within her tightest heat. My entire body spasmed as I emptied everything into her, a deep, pulsing release that seemed to vibrate against the very steel of the door. Sasha's muffled scream was caught in the silk of the blindfold, her body turning rigid before she slumped back against me, completely spent.

​For a long, heavy moment, the only sound in the butchery was our ragged, echoing breath. The industrial techno had faded into a low, ambient hum. The humid air felt still, frozen by the sheer intensity of what had just happened.

​Then, the silence was broken.

​It started with a single, slow pair of hands—the Silver Fox, his gold rings glinting in the dim light. Then Evelyn joined in, a small, triumphant smile on her face. Within seconds, the entire room of masked elites was erupting into a rhythmic, sophisticated applause.

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