The event was being held at the Grand Plaza hotel. It's roman pillars and lion statues boasted power. Only the wealthy could afford a night here. I got out of the Rolls Royce car that Santiago had sent for me. I knew Miss Caroline was there too, someone's plus one. The driver helped me out and my silky dress dropped to the floor. Everything was made of stone.

I showed up in a plunge v neck loose silver dress with thin spaghetti strap with a slit down my right leg. My hair was carelessly slung over my right shoulder, loose curls that I'd finessed for hours to look natural.

I felt like I was inside Madusa's kingdom. As I walked up red carpet stairs, I watched other men and woman scattered around the width of the entrance. Some people stood of to the side to speak before going in, other waited for someone. A group of woman hugged and spoke loudly like they were the popular group in school.

This is exactly what it was. The social ladder in real life. Miss Caroline had taught me to how to understand people from their body language. She taught me how to spot the men who are rich and are unfaithful. To understand what one's gaze meant or what one's smile meant.

At the top of the stairs, there were body guards one the other side of the red velvet rope.

"Invitation?" The man asked, looking at my cleavage.

I went into my little clutch, pulled out the black and blue invitation.

He didn't take it from me, just unhooked the rope from one side so I could enter. This was not my first rodeo. The hostess in the lobby would be taking down names. Rather, ticking them off the list. Everything was very exclusive and snobby, of course.

"Mariana Rodriguez." I said. She typed in my last name into her tablet and when she saw it, she smiled at me and asked me to follow the red carpet.

I carried on, two doormen on either side opened the door for me and I thanked them. They were surprised that someone even acknowledged them. Beaming, they told me to have a good evening in return.

Miss Caroline always told me to kind to be waiters, doormen and anyone who were serving. If something went wrong, someone decided to blurt out who we were, we would have a way out from the back or we'd have help from at least someone.

I was just kind to them because it was the right thing to do.

The ceiling looked like it was made of gold. There were streaks of wavy patters hanging from the top that covered the whole hall. It was either reflective or had light in it. Whatever the hell it was, I wanted one on my ceiling. It looked so beautiful. But I probably would get one that could change colours.

The chandelier in the middle crystals with light inside them. The rays of light scattered themselves around like a disco ball, moving every time the crystal felt a gush of air. I picked up my place card and found that I was near the middle of the hall. That was fine. If Santiago had put me at the back, I would have walked the hell out. If he had put me on his table, I would have done the same.

Tiago coaxed out certain emotions out of me that I'd never felt before. Jealous because he's married, annoyed that I don't get to be with him and a foreign feeling of want. I never want the men for myself but with him, I want him.

The hairs the back of my neck stood up and I know Tiago was there. I didn't know what it was but I knew it was him.

My heart hate picked and instead of turning back, I tried to find my table when suddenly an hand on my arm stopped me.

David.

Turning, I found beaming with happiness.

"I didn't know you were going to be here." He gave me a hug and took my place card from me. "Let me show you to your seat."

It wasn't a question.

"Isn't your wife here." I whispered.

"Yes but you're a friend, aren't you?" He chuckled. I wasn't the only woman David slept with. I knew that. He was an adventurous man and whenever an opportunity came, he took it. He'd tell me all about his sex-capades when he was away on a business meeting.

One thing Miss Caroline does ask every client to do is provide a clean bill of health otherwise there's no sex. It keeps us safe and the clients.

"How have you been?" I asked.

"My wife's pregnant again." He commented like it was a burden.

"Wow, boy or girl?" I didn't care about the gender but it was what normal people asked.

"I don't care. This is our fourth one. She thinks the kids will stop me from cheating on her." He shook his head. His wife knew about his life style and the only reason she didn't leave was because his mother had convinced both of them to sign a pre-nup so tight, that if she left him, she wouldn't even get the kids.

"That's a shame. Where are you seated?" I asked.

"Up at the front. By the way, who invited you." She pulled my seat out, allowed me to sit down.

"A client, you won't know him." I waved my hands around. He placed a hand on my bare shoulder and gave it a small squeeze.

"I'll see you later." The auction was about to start and I sat back, watched the brazen lights around the room dimmed.

I watched David walk over to the table near the front when he moved to sit down, I saw the reason behind the hairs standing up on the back of my neck. Santiago was staring right at me. I could hardly see his facial features due to the darkened atmosphere but I could feel his gaze scorching my skin. I wasn't afraid even though I could feel his heat. I was fucking turned on.

David started talking with the woman who was sitting next to him. She looked tall and slender. Boobs nearly popping out of her tight dress. I didn't care because Santiago was only staring at me.

The auction started and I made small talks with the people on my table. I bid for jewelleries I knew were worth million more than what I put my card up for so I knew I was safe.

The dinner was served and I kept looking at Santiago, coaxing him to make a move. It was hard to make out facial features but he sure could see my outline. So, I straightened my back, tossed my hair over one shoulder and ruffled my hair, hoping he could see my breast straining against my dress in silhouette.

When he moved back and put his hand under the table, I could tell he was hard. Our bodies were so in tuned that I could detect his every more. He then brought them back up and cut into his stake. Instead of putting it in his mouth he licked the centre, like he licked my cunt and then shoved it into his mouth.

I wanted to moan out.

Cutting into my chicken, I placed my lips around the meat, making a ring. He stilled, unable to move. After pushing it in my mouth, I held onto the fork. He grabbed his wine glass and gulped down his drink while I swallowed my food. His wife placed her hand on him and he flinched. I looked around my table but they were all focused on the item on the stage.

My stomach turned from the fact that she touched him. My blood boiled and I quickly stood up, turned and nearly ran out of the room. I wanted him to follow me. I wanted him away from her. My nipples strained again the dress, forming a triangular peak. The grey satin caressed my skin and I wanted his calloused hands on me. I burst through another set of doors, my heels clicked loudly against marble. The train of the dress blew back with every step I took.

I was heaving.

Suddenly, I heard another pair of steps join mine but they were much more heavy and rough. Twirling around, I found Santiago stomping towards me in long strides. I didn't stop as I kept walking backwards. His footsteps quickened. Turning back around, I picked up the dress from one side and started slowly running down the hallway that was being held up by Roman pillars to my left.

I found a staircase to my right and I quickly started to climb.

"Fuck." He cursed and I smiled. only paused for a second on the top of the stairs to see if he was following. He was catching up, his bowtie was now hanging around his neck, flat against his chest. I carried on up the second set of stairs that took me towards the top end of the pillars. There was another long hallway to my right but I didn't have time.

"AH!" I moaned out when he flat out pushed me against one of the pillars to the left. The hall way reminded of my ancient roman empire with modern windows at each interval.

"Why the fuck were you running from me?" He growled in my ear. One of his hand was wrapped around my throat, tilting it back, his lips pushed against my ears. His other hand was freeing my breasts from the dress.

I was wet beyond my wildest dreams.

"Why would I be running here." I challenged. A dark corner or a corridor where no one would see us but would definitely be able to hear us if we were loud. I felt him smile against my cheek.

"Good girl." His compliment sent a rush of pleasure down my spine. He caressed the side of my neck with his thumb, his other hand ran up my thigh where there was a slit in the dress. Lifting it higher and higher, he found his way to my pussy. "You were walking around with my cunt without panties?" I received a loud slap on my pussy lips that sent jolts of electricity up my stomach.

"I need you in my pussy." I turned my head to speak again his cheeks. He pushed me forward and I hissed. My nipples were flat against the cold grey surface.

"No. You've been a bad girl." He left my throat and spanked my ass before pushing his groin into my back. "Talking to other men with no panties."

"Then let me make it up to you." I wanted to please in every way. Usually, I took the initiative but with him, I just gave up control without even thinking.

"Go ahead. Tell me how sorry you are." He moved back a little and I dropped down on my knees, the inside of my thighs were coated with my juices. I hurriedly opened his belts, pulled down his fly while he took himself out of his boxer and slapped it against my lips impatiently. I opened my mouth for him to put it in my mouth when he suddenly pulled back. I looked up, his tall muscled body towered over me and I loved every second of it.

Using his other hand, he gripped my face from the bottom and slipped his thumb inside my mouth. Sticking out my tongue, I licked him like a hungry kitten. He was surprised to see the stud in the middle of my tongue. He ran his thumb over with a wicked smile on his face.

"You're going to be a good girl, aren't you?" I nodded, pleadingly. He left his thumb on my bottom lip as he slid his cock inside me. "Fuck." He cursed when he felt the cold metal against his sensitive spot. "Suck." I did. I wiggled the stud on the underside of his head.

"YESS." His head rolled back. Brushing my hair back, he slid in and out of me slowly at first and I played with his balls, pulling and rolling, maximised his pleasure. "We can play with that later. Now, you need your punishment."

He didn't warn me when he shocked his dick down my throat. He lifted one of his leg over my head and braced it against the window sill. I sat back and he dipped his dick in my mouth. I did my best to keep my throat open but his force was brutal. There was no fucking mercy. He just held on to the back of my head and had his way with my mouth. I gagged loudly but he wasn't concerened. He just angled my face to accommodate him better and then he pumped in and out of my throat like it was my cunt.

I jerked back at times but he always brought me back. My mouth circled him and he pushed himself all the way until my nose was crushed against his groin, my shimmery pink gloss stamped a circle around his dick. Pulling my head back, he carried on sliding in and out of my roughly. My throat was hugging him completely and he was using it to his full advantage.

Suddenly, his balls started to constrict my mouth started to coat form his precum and I tried to swallow but I ended on tightening on him. "Do it again." He commanded, his voice hoarse.

I kept doing as he asked while saliva mixed with his precum flowed down the front of my chest.

"Yes, yes. Yes." He kept chanting until he shoved my nose against his base and erupted in my throat. I gagged loudly, wanting a breath but he didn't let me go. His actions slowed down as he slid in and out of me slowly.

I tried to drink as much of him as I could but there was just too much cum. Saliva mixed with cum spilled out of my mouth in bubbles. Annoyed that he was ruining my dress, I bit him but enough to hurt him.

Hissing, he pulled his cock back and finally had the freedom to breathe freely. Gulping a lungful of air in, I panted.

"What the fuck was that for?" He helped me stand up. Wiping my face with my hand, I palmed his dick, massaged it as it softened.

"You ruined my dress." I narrowed my eyes at him. He stared at me, wondering eyes took in every inch of my face. Lifting his hand, he used his thumb to wipe away the smudged lip gloss. When he looked down, he found there were sparkles stamped on his pelvis.

"FUCK." His eyes were wide and on fire. His dick twitched in my hand and I shoved it in his boxers.

"No, wait." He tried to stop me. "I haven't gotten you off yet. Fuck."

"Not tonight. This was my gift to you. Free of charge." The air around us thicken at my last phrase. There was a storm brewing inside him. I felt it on my it on my hips when his hands tightened, branding me with his fingers. I stared up at him, while I did up his fly and belt, tucking in his shirt. It was just us two in that moment. I wasn't an escort and he wasn't one of my client.

"I didn't invite you for this." He played with my exposed nipples. I wore this easy access dress just for him. "I wanted you to have fun. I wanted to talk to you, buy you something at the auction." He sounded so sincere, it made my chest ache.

"I know." I rubbed my hands up and down his suit jacket. "Maybe in another life we can do all of that." I tried to hide my sadness but I knew he felt it too. By the way he covered me up, used his pocket square to dry my dress down but it didn't work.

"Fuck." He gave up, took off his jacket and draped it around me. I'd never left like this before. I felt cocooned in his warmth. Protected by his hands around me waist.

"Let's go down stairs, I'll sit with you." His heart under my hand was beating erratically. Just like mine but we both knew he couldn't just leave his wife like and start paying so much attention to me. Sensing my mood, he lifted my chin and kissed me hard. My stomach flipped, pelvis quivered and the hunger that rose from deep inside, burnt bright and in need of satisfaction. He hummed and there was no doubt that he could taste himself on me but that didn't stop him from devouring me.

I kissed him back, with hands sunken into his hair. I wanted this feeling to last forever. I wanted us to be in this little bubble when the world just vanished when we were focused on each other.

"Santiago!" An echo floated up the stairs, heels clicked downstairs. I pulled away but he was in his own mind. Trying to capture my lips again, he paused when he heard the sound of her heels.

"Fuck." He cursed under his breath.

"Wife?" For the first time, it ached to ask about the wife.

"Not important." He grabbed my hand and led my down the dark corridor filled with windows that looked out into the city over the plush manicured harden. I felt like we were back in time, during the roman empire running down the dark hallway made of stone bricks and he was the knight who was rescuing me. Taking me away from this life.

I just stared at him, my heart hurt every time I realised he wasn't mine and who I really was. We descended down a different stairway and emerged outside from the side of the Grand Mansion Plaza Hotel.

"Go in from the front, I'll be there in a minute." He tried to take around the corner but I dug my heels in. The light form above wasn't harsh by we were definitely on display even though no one was around the side of the building. I pulled back, behind one of the outside pillars.

"What's wrong?" He ran his hands down my body, concerned.

"Nothing." I shook my head, allowing my hair to bounce around. I tried to fluff out the matted parts at the front that were coated in sweat. "I texted the guy you sent to pick me up before we ran out of the hall. I think he's already here, I should go." I plastered a fake smile on my face. The light was dimmer but we were clearly visible. I just hoped he couldn't see the disappointment in my eyes.

"Is it because I ruined your dress. I'll get my guy to run you another one-"

"No." I leaned my head against the cool marble. "I loved it. I loved it how you lost control. I told you, it was a gift from me to you."

"If your gift to me is your submissiveness, then I'm not being a very good Dominant that I'm allowing you to leave so early without give you a gift." His were bright red. His demeanour tensed.

"Hmm, is that what we are?" I asked, jokingly but something about the phrase didn't sit well with him.

Grabbing me by the shoulder, he shook me. "This is not a fantasy. Do you hear me? This is not some type of fetish I have. I didn't invite you here to suck me off and then fucking leave. I invited you because I wanted to buy you something. For fucks sake."

I tilted my head all the way back. My hands went in to his hair. "Thank you for clarifying that and thank you for making me feel wanted tonight. Thank you coming after me, you made me feel so wanted tonight, even though it was unconventional, I didn't care." I tried to make him understand that I wasn't disappointed. Disappointment occurred when one's hope was crushed. I stopped hoping a long time ago, I didn't set high standards to be met therefore when I didn't expect anything from him, I it was hard for him to disappoint me.

"I want more night with you." The vehemence in his voice was strong. I flipped my stomach. "I want to show you off to the world and I want to take you all over the world." My heart hammered in my chest and a head light of a car rolled forward. Instinct was telling me that it was my ride. Pulling him down for a quick kiss, I slowly backed away from him.

"Thank you for tonight Tiago." I said it with my Spanish accent. He sucked in a sharp breath like someone and hit him in his chest. His wife had called out his name with no accent. That name deserved to be pronounced with some flavour. I smiled when I got the reaction I wanted from him. "I'm keeping the jacket." I held onto it as trotted down the stairs. He followed but didn't come too close.

That hurt slightly but I understood. The people who were out and about could take a picture of his with another woman and plaster it over the socialite magazines. That won't be good for his business.

The guy opened the car door and I got in. I watched as he stood behind the huge statue of the lion, with a grim look on his face, hands in his pocket. I blew him a kiss, that he nodded to. Longing etched at me as I watched him disappear when the driver pulled out of the car park. I was feeling too many emotions for him and I didn't know how to stop. It felt so good to be with him. No money, no baggage, just me and him in that moment.

I knew I couldn't have him but dammit did it want more.