❥︎ 𝙰𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗 ▪︎ 18 Years Old
Raised under the care of a well-off brothel, Aspen De Santis went through life molded to accommodate anyone's desires, making him the perfect human fantasy to indulge in.
He is referred to as the Red Class Prince of th...
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My heart stuttered against my chest as I could only stare at the situation before me. Blinking, I slowly swallowed and gathered my thoughts. Okay, this was a brothel so it’s not TOO surprising that I ran into a room with a naked man chained to a bed.
Just…out of my range of experiences I can say I have under my belt. Whoever was in here with him must have stepped out. With that realization, I spun back around to lock the door, the doors sealing with a loud click.
I looked over my shoulder and the man didn’t even flinch, seeming to still be awaiting my answer. It was a potential, no, it was a very bad idea to lock myself into a room with a naked stranger I didn’t know, but he was restrained. Plus, this was the latter versus who I may have to deal with when the person he waits for actually returns.
“Madam?” He called out again, his voice soft but firm. I know I wasn’t who he was waiting for, but the way he called out to me sent a weird feeling churning in the pit of my stomach.
“I-I’m not the woman you are expecting. I wandered in by accident.” The male was silent at my confession, making me uneasy. Eventually, he spoke again.
“Oh,” was all he said. It was slow and the allure in his voice had dropped for a split second before he corrected himself. “Well, I wasn’t aware she would have guests. It will cost extra for each body count.” My jaw dropped slightly, flabbergasted. Did he not hear me?
“No, I’m not here for your, uh, service. I told you, I came in here accidently.” The male seemed to shift on the bed uncomfortably and it was then I remembered his earlier words. “Right! I’m sorry, are you hurt anywhere?” I had moved deeper into the room, nearing the edge of the large bed. I was not new to the topic of BDSM, but I wasn’t well educated on it either.
I had dirty little secrets my parents didn’t know about and knew a little bit of something. If they were doing such things, maybe she went too far and he was bleeding somewhere when she stepped out. I’m sure she would feel bad knowing he was unable to tend to himself while she was away.
“No, I am fine,” he said in a higher pitched voice than before as I neared him. Though, I didn’t pay it much mind as I scanned the situation for a better look now that I was closer.
Luckily, the bulk of his genitals were concealed under the silky red sheets that were slipped across and between his legs, but was low enough to showcase the array of veins that pumped blood down there. He had a prominent v-line that I had to force my eyes to peel away from and move on. His body was a slender lean, complimenting his light, olive skin.
I was initially looking for a wound of some sort, but with every feature of his I took in, the more distracted I became. I haven’t even seen his face yet and I found this man to be very handsome. Desirable even. My lips parted at the single nipple piercing on his chest, the two ends of the red balls blending in with the lighting but standing out against his blemishless skin.
