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Pretty Devil

Maddy worked at an exclusive underground club, always hidden behind a sleek black mask. One night, a wealthy client approached her with a filthy fantasy , he didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted to be her complete slave. He took her to his luxury penthouse, while she shoved her soaked pussy onto his face and rode his tongue until she came, then mounted his cock and used him mercilessly, slapping and choking him while denying his orgasm until he begged like a broken whore. Even after she quit the club and started a new corporate job, she kept hooking up with him. One day, she walked into the CEO's office... and froze. Her new boss was the same man. By day, in his luxurious office, he is the dominant, commanding CEO , barking orders, running the company with iron authority, and no one suspects a thing. By night, he becomes her secret pathetic slave: crawling, getting pegged over his own desk, licking her cum off his floor, and having his cock locked in chastity while she laughs at how easily she owns him. Pretty Devil is a raw, extremely explicit erotic novel packed with intense femdom, heavy BDSM, humiliation, orgasm denial, pegging, face-sitting, and twisted power exchanges that blur the dangerous line between boss and secret slave. This book is unapologetically nasty and graphic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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Chapter 5

Maddy kept working the pole like a filthy goddess, rolling her hips and making her fat ass clap for the crowd. Bundles of cash rained down on the stage as they sprayed her with money, but she didn't dare pick up a single bill. Markez would take it all later anyway. Other dancers were on the poles too, but they barely got any attention once Maddy was dancing. All eyes stayed locked on her.

For her final move she dropped to the floor, spread her long legs extremely wide, and started tapping vigorously on her pussy. The thin lace string barely covered her swollen lips, the fabric so soaked it was almost see-through.

Her fingers slapped hard and fast against her clit through the delicate material, making the crowd lose their fucking minds. The men groaned and gagged, emptying their wallets completely, throwing thick stacks of cash at her. Even the female clients stared with raw hunger, biting their lips and fantasizing about burying their faces between her thighs to eat her up.

Maddy rose from the floor as the song ended, chest heaving and legs still shaky from the set. The stage was littered with cash but she didn't touch any of it. She gave the crowd one last slow seductive look through her mask then turned and walked off stage, her fat round ass swaying with every step.

Her time was finally up, she began  heading backstage, slipped into the changing room and quickly changed out of the soaked lace bodysuit into a simple hoodie and jeans. She kept the mask on until the last second. It was almost dawn outside, the club starting to empty as the lights came up and the air felt heavy and stale.

Maddy grabbed her coat, stuffed her things into her bag and headed for the back exit. She was tired as hell, thighs still sticky, but her mind kept drifting back to her slave,  that rich pathetic man who had begged so desperately the night before.

As she pushed the back door open and stepped into the cool  air, a small dark smile touched her lips behind the mask.

Maddy drove home through the quiet dawn streets, hair still loose and blowing in the wind. The moment she stepped inside her small apartment, she paused and stared around the sparse room. 

She sighed, kicked off her shoes and headed straight to the bathroom. She took a long hot shower, letting the water wash away the sweat, cum, and grime from the long night. When she finally stepped out, she dried herself slowly, then buried herself naked under the soft blankets of her bed, her long dark hair still damp and spread across the pillow.

This isn't the type of life she dreamt of living in America, she thought bitterly. Trapped, used, and still owing that monster millions she could never repay.

Exhausted, her eyes finally grew heavy. She drifted off to sleep with that heavy thought still echoing in her mind.

.....

Maddy jolted awake as her phone rang loudly, her heart racing from the sudden shock. She rubbed her eyes and checked the screen. It was her mom.

She let out a tired sigh and answered the call, trying to sound bright.

"Hey Mom," she said softly, voice still heavy with sleep.

"Maddy! My baby, how are you? I've been trying to reach you since yesterday," her mom's voice came through, warm but worried.

"I'm fine, Mom. Really. I was just... busy with work," Maddy replied, forcing a small laugh. "You know how it is here."

Her mom sighed on the other end. "Work? Tell me about this company you're working at. Is it good? Are they treating you well? Your father and I keep praying for you every day."

Maddy swallowed hard and stared at the ceiling, the lie feeling heavier than usual.

"Yeah, it's a really good company, Mom. I'm doing administrative work... mostly office stuff, filing documents, helping with meetings. The pay is okay, and my boss is nice," she said smoothly, the same story she had been telling them for months. "I even got a small promotion last month, so things are looking up."

Her mom sounded relieved. "That's wonderful, sweetheart. We're so proud of you for making it in America. Just be careful, okay? Don't overwork yourself. When are you sending some pictures of your new life? We miss seeing your face."

Maddy's throat tightened. She couldn't tell them the truth..... that she danced half-naked every night, wore a mask to hide her identity, and was trapped paying off a seven-million-dollar debt to a monster.

"Soon, Mom. I promise. I'll send pictures when I get a proper day off," she lied again. "How's Dad? And everyone back home?"

They talked for a few more minutes about family news, her mom's usual prayers, and how much they missed her. Maddy kept her voice light and cheerful the whole time, painting a perfect picture of a successful life in America.

When the call finally ended, she dropped the phone on the bed and stared at the ceiling again, feeling empty.

Maddy ended the call with her mom, she checked the time it was already one pm. She had slept like the dead after such a long night.

As she scrolled through her notifications, one unread message caught her eye. It was from her slave.

"Can we do this again tomorrow? Anytime you're free."

She stared at the text for a moment, a small, dark smirk slowly spreading across her lips. Even after how hard she had used him last night, he was already begging for more.

Maddy bit her lip, thinking. She had another long night ahead at the club, but the idea of having her pathetic, rich slave waiting for her again sent a nasty little thrill through her body.

Maddy stared at the message from her slave for a second, then typed back quickly:

"Yeah, tomorrow works."

She barely had time to put the phone down before he replied almost instantly:

"Same place tomorrow, ten pm."

Maddy let out a soft laugh and shook her head. Damn, he was thirsty as fuck. The man was clearly obsessed, already desperate for another night of being used and humiliated by her. It was almost pathetic how fast he responded, like he had been staring at his phone waiting for her reply.

She bit her lip, feeling that familiar rush of power. Her rich, pathetic slave was hooked, her eyes gleaming with wicked hunger as she typed the nasty reply.

"Mmm, my greedy little sex slave is already aching for more? Pathetic. Your cock's probably throbbing and leaking like the desperate slut you are.

I own you completely. Tomorrow when you crawl in, I'm going to use your mouth for hours, riding your face until I'm satisfied. You don't get to cum until I say so! So stay denied and dripping for me. Save every drop of frustration for when I break you."

She hit send, still biting her lip.

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