A Knock at the Door

Room number 501 read the door of the room where her feet ceased. A tanned brunette, not more than 26, dressed in a black lace top and pencil skirt, her lips painted wine red.

She threw a peek at her timepiece which showed 21:30 and she heaved a sigh, relieved that she had shown up on time.

She knocked three times at the door. In less than a minute, it opened for her. She looked to her left and then to her right to make sure the coast is clear before entering the room.

But as soon as she walked into the dim space, a sharp object crept upon her neck and the door immediately shut behind her.

Her breath hitched in her throat when the person whose only hands and eyes she could see in the dim light trapped her against the wall with her wrists over her head.

His eyes, menacing and fierce, and a scar across his right eye added to his intimidating persona.

"I hope you're not carrying any weapons," he whispered raspily as he brought his face closer to hers, one hand still keeping the knife to her throat while the other made sure her hands were bound to the wall.

"Why don't you check it yourself?" She gulped a knot, feeling nervous about his reaction to her bold reply.

"You better not regret it," he chuckled before brushing her jawline with his lips. Her chest rose and fell at the contact of his lips on her skin. He savored the delicious vanilla cologne she was wearing while the knife in his hands ripped her top off, leaving her upper body in nothing but a bra.

Satisfied with the view after his first step, he proceeded to rip off her skirt as well, running the knife down her thighs, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments.

His eyes drooping with lust, scanned her like a prey whom he was about to make his meal soon enough. He then proceeded to further trace her curves with the knife, working his way up from her hips to her breasts, where he ripped her bra off.

She, who was already out of breath as a response to his touch, felt something burn in her gut and a chill rushed down her spine.

He let go of her hands, which he had pinned to the wall with one hand while the other still held the knife.

And his lips hungrily locked with the lady, devouring her mouth as if he'd die if kept deprived of it. Much to his delight, she kissed him back with equal fervor, with her fingers tugged into his hair.

He took his leisurely time going down at her as after the lips he slowly began to leave sloppy moist kisses down her neck, collar bones, and even her breasts, kneading and playing with them while devouring the buds.

But just as he was about to go downwards, his gaze was drawn to a name tattooed on the left side of her rib cage, Lorenzo Kim.

And before he knew it, the sharp edge of his knife was advertendly pressed, precisely where the name was inked.

"You're hurting me," the woman mewled while struggling in his grasp, bringing him back to his senses and causing him to take a step back, releasing her hands. The knife slipped from his trembling hands as the realization of what he just did, hit him.

"I-I," he gasped, pulling his hair back in frustration, and approached her to see whether his carelessness had caused her any injury. "I'm truly sorry, sweetheart." Fortunately, she wasn't seriously hurt enough that his kissing the spot couldn't make up for it.

"Vanessa, you know I-" he sighed, his eyes squeezing shut and he raised to face her. "No matter how hard I try, I can't accept the fact that you have his last name," he bit his lip before caressing the female's face. "I hate how he gets to fuck what's mine."

"Boss!" She pushed his hands away from her face, gazing him down with hurt and disbelief in her eyes. "You know that I married him just for your sake," her lips quivered as she looked away, seeking to hide her teary eyes. "Why do you regret it now?"

"I know, but now that I think about it, I realize I did wrong," he touched her cheeks endearingly while looking at her with regret in his eyes. "I shouldn't have forced you into this. I feel like I've been misusing your love for my own advantages."

"It's too late" She reminded him, sniffling as a single tear escaped from her eyes. "There's no room for regrets anymore. After coming this far, it'd be a waste if we get emotional over small things. Let me keep my promise to you. You know I-"

"I love you," he smiled with his eyes, wiping the tear off her cheeks that had now reached the curves of her lips.

"No, I love you," she smiled faintly, her eyes glittering with tears as he quickly claimed her lips longingly. His hands cupping her face in the most affectionate way, and she mirrored the gesture, kissing him back, fervently.

They soon lost their sanity to their yearning for sexual ecstasy, as their kisses had grown wild and passionate, and his hands hastily removed the remaining garments from her body.

Once the sight of her naked body delighted his eyes, he lifted her off her feet, wrapping her legs around his waist while she rocked her hips on his clothed member, their lips never separating from each other.

"I've missed you so much," he groaned as he hurriedly placed her on the bed. His hands snaked around her warm-soft skin while his mouth sucked on her sweet spots from her neck to her breasts, devouring her stiff nipples.

She gasped as the tingling sensation went down her spine, soaking her folds wet. And he wasted no time in reaching down there, his hands exploring her slit, causing her to whimper in anticipation.

"So, what's the deal this time?" He asked before bringing his mouth to her womanhood and licking a stripe off her moist folds.

"He's meeting with some Chinese mob leader," she moaned through the pleasure, tugging her fingers in his hair and pulling him closer as he continued to work his magic on her pussy. "It's about some drug dealing," she gasped.

"You sure?" He hummed while tormenting her swollen bud with constant tongue motions.

"That's what I heard," she wailed while feeling a knot in her stomach, almost reaching her climax. "F*ck! I'm coming." She moaned as he sped up his pace, causing her to squirt all over his mouth.

"Damn you taste so good," he groaned, licking the juices off her before raising his head to admire the panting mess of a woman and reached out to her mouth to peck her lips.

"Now he'll sell drugs for money?" He scoffed cocking his head and began pumping his shaft, preparing it to go inside her. "May I?" He asked before fixing his soft yet lustful gaze on her, seeking consent, which she gladly granted with a nod and he made no delay in flipping her over.

"It's not only about the money," she trembled as he shoved his member inside her with a single thrust from behind. "He wants to befriend-aah," she gasped, her walls slowly enveloping his thick member. "T-the Chinese mafia so that he could be," she panted as he slid his hands to her breasts, cupping them, while slowly picking a pace. "More strong and resourceful," she moaned. "than you, uh!"

"He wants to have power over whole Asia," she muttered, breathlessly.

"Such a kid," he growled, his wild thrusts getting agonizingly pleasurable for the lady as well as himself.

"Aah! Zane," she moaned as he now began to maximize the pleasure, hitting her g-spot with each thrust.

"What did you just say, huh?" He groaned, biting her earlobe.

"I guess my queen is in need of punishment," he grunted as he flipped her over again, on her back, pulling her closer and he sat her on his lap. Her legs now wrapped around his wait, and she was now rocking her hips, enjoying every inch of him inside her.

"I-" she panted, completely out of breath as a knot formed in her stomach once again.

"You forgot our rules?" He suddenly stopped his movements and stared coldly at her.

"No, m-my king," she stammered, intimidated by his cold stare. "So you better moan my name, my Queen. You know which one," he grunted, pulling her closer, while picking up the pace once again. This time his thrusts, more and more frantic as his bare body brushing hers, was aiding him in achieving his peak too.

And being his good queen which she was, she moaned, calling him her king. It drove him crazy, whenever she addressed him as her king. It was indeed his kink and not to mention an important rule for when they made love.

Well, because that was exactly how he saw himself. As a king. And she was his queen.

Now when she forgot to address him as that, for a moment, he felt afraid. Afraid of losing her. Afraid that he wasn't good enough for her anymore. Afraid if she started to love her husband instead. He was the one who pushed her into it, but now he was questioning his actions.

She was solely his until he forced her to seduce Lorenzo. But now that he thought about her sleeping with another man, it infuriated him.

He never knew he'd ever be jealous of someone over a woman.

What if she started to enjoy toying with two men?

What if he ends up losing her to his rival?

This thought drove him insanely wild to her, his pace growing inhumanely fast and rough.

In order to prevent her from falling for her husband, he did all he could to please and treat her better than her husband ever could. To make sure, he's the one having the upper hand. That he's the one having the queen at his side.

And now as they were reaching the pinnacle of their orgasms, breathless and moaning in each other's arms, he realized he was at advantage in fact. He was manipulative, she was soft for him. He managed her quite well.

On top of that, he knew exactly what she liked in bed and how she liked it. And that somewhat reassured him, she wouldn't leave him. She just can't. As he knew for a fact, she loved him enough to never cross him.

A loud thumping at the door was heard shortly, interrupting their intimate moment. "Who the heck is there right now?" Vanessa groaned, not wanting to stop before achieving their highs. "Damn, don't stop, I'm so close.."

"So desperate, huh?" Zane chuckled while nibbling the soft hot flesh of her neck between his teeth, leaving a purple mark. "What if it's your husband?" He hummed.

Vanessa's face turned pale at the mention, as if she'd seen a ghost. And knowing how much she feared even the thought of her husband finding out about it all, Zane bursted into laughter.

"Relax, I'm only teasing you," he caressed her back between the laughs but she whacked him off herself.

"You just ruined it all." She whined pushing him away as he tried to approach her.

"Okay, I'm sorry."

"Sorry my ass." She complained with a pout. "I was almost there."

"Ma'am! Sir! Please open the door, it's urgent." Someone yelled from outside.

"It's José, your bodyguard." Zane stated, recognizing the male's voice.

"José?" Vanessa's eyes widened out of apprehension. "What exactly is he doing here at this time?"

"I don't know... You sure your husband is outstation?" Zane exclaimed, earning a nod from Vanessa. "Here. Cover yourself." He added, tossing his shirt at her while he himself quickly put on his t-shirt and pants.

Once dressed, he quickly answered the door, wondering what business Jose would have with them at this hour.

"Jo-" he exclaimed.

However, he couldn't even pronounce the full name when someone smacked his head, knocking him out of his senses.