"Ah! Ah!! Ah!!" the small body swayed, hanging on the pole while those two hands were cuffed on the top of the head. Two beautiful breasts went up and down, dancing along with the body.

"Is that all you got, huh?" white butt got spanked so hard, printed with red stripes. The woman winced in pain. She screamed loud, tears in her eyes.

"No... Master..." the bald guy was satisfied by the answer. He rode her again, this time even rougher than before.

"You know what to do next. Use your slut body well..." the man whispered at her ears while smirking. Felt like winning the game when she cried in mess.

The bald man released her. She fell on the bed, ass up high. The bald man licked her under, making her squirm. Her body jolted by the tongue.

"Master... Ah... Ah..."

"Good girl... Now, be my slut," he rammed his huge dick into her wet pussy. She yelped in pain, her eyes almost popped out of the socket.

But soon, the pain was replaced with pleasure. Her dirty moaning surrounded the room. The bald man gripped her long hair and yanked her head up.

"Ugh! Ugh!" her satisfaction unleashed, crystal clear on her skin. Her boobs got hard, and her nipples pricked up.  Sweats dripped all over her body. She looked like a statue filled with thousands of diamonds.

She looked magnificent.

"Ah...yeah! Cum for me, slut..." she yelled when she got rammed even deeper. Breath hitched and bodies move even faster. Both exchanged grunts until the girl screamed in pleasure. The man continued. After a few moments, he came as well.

The girl slowly grabbed her dress. The bald man took this opportunity to smack her ass a bit. She giggled as she playfully pushed him away.

"There you are! How many times did I tell you, don't come here without my permission!" an old lady come in. She wore a tight bodysuit with a cigarette between her fingers.

"Relax, Siu... You know she will be here if I'm available. She won't go anywhere," said the bald man. The girl squatted down, head on the floor.

"Stand up, Maw... You're not a servant here," the bald man brought her up.

"You always pampered her. Like you can marry her anyway!" the old lady glared at the girl.

"I am. Just wait until I got enough money,"

"Probably takes even more time and hell huge expenses..."

"Listen, Siu. I'll mean my words. Until then, don't let her serve so much. I don't care if I need to cover all the expenses. But she belongs to me," said the bald man. Behind his savage and wild beast feature, he got a soft spot for the girl.

The old lady sighed. She was about to take a chair when she saw a cute little boy squeezed under the table. She startled a bit, and almost dropped onto the floor.

"How can you two have sex while there's a boy here!? You made him watch you?!" the bald man chuckled.

"Let him watch. After all, he can learn how to please women in the future..." the boy stared at him. The bald man ruffled his hair a bit.

"This is not his first time either, right?" the boy slowly nodded. Only Heaven knows how much the bald man ruined this boy's innocent.

"Remember, if you wanna make someone loves you, you should know how to serve her properly," said the bald man.

"You taught him wrongdoing things!"

"Still, it's a knowledge, am I right?" he glared at the old lady. She sighed as she left the room immediately.

"How long will you guys keep him?" asked the girl to the bald man.

"Until his dad gives Sam what he wants. By now, he needs to be kept alive. That's the agreement that we made when we negotiate with Patthita," said the bald man.

The boy stared at both of them, not knowing that he will remember all this forever.

***

Way sits up on the bed, his body drenched in sweat. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down. He takes deep breaths, attempting to shake off the remnants of the vivid dream that plagued his sleep. It's been a few months since he completed his rehabilitation, but these recurring dreams still find a way to unsettle him.

Gia, his loving wife, stirs beside him. She groggily rubs her eyes and looks at Way with concern. Her presence brings him a sense of comfort and reassurance.

"What's wrong?" she asks, her voice filled with genuine care.

Way takes a moment before responding, "Just a bad dream. It's the same one that keeps coming back."

Gia reaches out and gently places her hand on Way's waist, drawing him closer. She rests her head on his shoulder, offering him the warmth and solace he needs.

"Should we consider changing the counselor?" she suggests, her concern evident in her voice.

Way shakes his head, a faint smile forming on his lips. "No need to. I'll manage."

He turns to face Gia, looking into her eyes. Her disheveled hair and the growing belly remind him of the love they share, a love that has bound them together as husband and wife for the past two months. The ring on her fourth finger gleams, symbolizing their commitment to one another.

"Thank you, Gia. You have always been there for me," Way expresses, gratitude and love filling his voice.

Gia chuckles softly and gently pats his cheek. "Hey, I'm your wife! Of course, I'll be there for you. Always."

"You know, someone told me before..."

"Hmm?" Way frowns. Gia's brows arch a bit.

"If you experience the same dream over and over again, that means your body is giving you a signal..." she trails her long fingernail, from his cheek down under his neck.

Way's eyes turn darker.

"So, you suggest that... My body needs-"

"Maybe... Depends..." her finger now goes down even further, reaching his bulky chest. She scratches the skin a bit. Way feels the sharp pain.

But Gia knew, his understanding of pain is different from others.

"I guess... Maybe... We should test... If the theory... Is correct..." Way grabs Gia's hand in a harsh way when that long slender finger almost reaches his crotch. Eyes stare at each other.

That's a kick start for long, rough, full of lust for both of them. They hump each other, take turns to please and satisfy their needs, and filled the lust in the most animalistic way.

"Jellybean..." Way whisperes at Gia's ear. He is humping her from behind. Holding her big belly while his dick rams the lady's wet ass pussy. She almost unconscious, unable to respond to him.

"Words..." a snap on her butt cheek. Gia yelps in pain. Her body is already getting used to the roughness. But sometimes, it jolts in pain, too. Especially if she gets spank out of blue.

"Yes, master..." she answers weakly. Way's lips crook a bit. He loves listening to her weak voice. Even sexier than the girl in his dream. Gia not only has a sexy body, but she also has a sexy voice too. Even her appearance is sexy as well. Everything is sexy.

Especially during her pregnancy.

She looks even sexier in her big huge belly. Her breast looks voluptuous and even her ass got bigger unlike usual. That's why Way can't even control himself whenever she's around. Once, when she came to visit him in rehab, they end up having sex in the room because he couldn't help it.

"I'm cumming, Master!" Gia yells in mess. Way put himself at the maximum speed. He fucks her so deep, that she couldn't even breathe. Gia yells as she experienced her fourth climax for that night. Way is done as well, rolls his body next to Gia. He kisses her face all over and smiles.

"I love you, Gia..."

"Me too..."

***

Meanwhile..

Sorn is sitting alone at the bar. He had his usual drink, relieves that the day is over. He got too much work at the office. Since Gia is still on vacation, he needs to take care of the Modeling Agency as well.

"Martini. Dry," Sorn glances at his side. The person smiles at him.

"New in DC?" Sorn got caught with a sudden question.

"Three months now..."

"Hm... That's quite a long time. What did you do?" the person grabs the martini from the bar.

"Fashion house. What about you?"

"Legal," both exchange smiles. Sorn can't understand why he experiences butterflies inside. This person looks so ethereal, behind those black suits and sharp looks.

This is new for him.

Believe it.

"I'm Sorn. Sorn Kent-Patthita,"

"I'm Walsh. Eric Walsh," both men exchange a handshake. Sorn feels like getting a shot. Even his hand grip is enough to make this body in shock.

"That name rings a bell. Did you work with YoLo?" asks Eric.

"Yeah," Sorn sips his whiskey a bit. "I'm the COO for DC headquarters," he continues sipping the drink, quenching his suddenly dry throat.

"Wow... It's my honor to meet you, then! I mean, it's not like every day you can meet someone who designs your suits," says Eric. He looks at him in the most admired way.

"See, Eric, I don't have many friends here," Sorn blurts his words. He can't take the pressure anymore.

It's now or never.

"Yes?"

"Can you be my friend and accompany me tonight?" Eric chuckles a bit. He gives him a vague smile while sipping his martini a bit.

"That's too sudden. But, I like your confidence," the man then puts his martini glass on the countertop.

"So, you like a confident person?"

"Hm... And more. But, I might need a whole night to explain that," Eric stares at Sorn, eyes got hooded.

"I have all night..." a good response from Sorn.

"Do you have... A girlfriend?" asks Eric. Sorn shakes his head.

"What about you?" it's Eric's turn. The man shakes his head while his eyes still linger all over Sorn.

Sorn stands up from his chair. He leans closer to Eric. The man smirks as he pretends to enjoy his martini.

"My place?" Sorn makes a brave move. Eric slams a note as a tip on the counter. He stands up and stares at Sorn. They got the same height, so their eyes are at the matched level.

"Sure. But..."

"But?" Sorn frowns.

"Do you... Like... Cuffs?" Sorn feels his pants get tight, especially in a certain particular area.

"I don't mind," he brushes his fingers against Eric's in the most subtle way.

Both men leave the bar, on the way to a new life.

A new chapter.

Maybe a sequel?

Who knows?

Maybe only I know.