Malora saved the spreadsheet and leaned into the back of the sofa with a sigh, working out the kinks in her neck. A glance at her phone told her it was a little after twelve. She'd started typing two hours ago, and managed to put down two thousands words, reread and edit the whole page.

Sighing, she closed her laptop and let her head sink into the headrest. She closed her eyes.

Titan had left after his parting shot about not trusting himself. And that was three days ago. Yes, it was already Friday; the same day he promised to visit her. But Malora isn't sure of he would be making an appearance. He hadn't called or messaged her since then. So, she'd devised some forgo the sushi until he came around.

Lorena was vague about Louis's treatment when Malora called her this morning. In fact, she sounded so cheerful that Malora would have thought it phony if she didn't know her sister. Also, her sister had been on a busy street—she could hear the honks and sounds of running engines—and had said she was with Louis.
She'd lied to Malora, and since she couldn't leave London at the drop of a hat, she would just have to believe Lorena's words that Louis was fine.

Her grumbling stomach was what finally pushed Malora off the sofa. She managed to prepare a plate of Whole Wheat Wild blueberry Lemon pecan muffin, and coffee. After cleaning her plate, she retreated to her bedroom for a nap.

It was a little past one when her phone pinged with an incoming message.

Pack a bag and meet in downstairs in fifteen minutes.

It would seem that another getaway was Titan's way of apologizing for his absence, or he was ready to take off that mask of indifference.

*

As they flew into Las Vegas airport—at least she knew where they were going this time— Malora looked out of her cabin window, and the sparkling city appears almost magically from the miles of desert surrounding it. The heat outside the airport hit her like a wall. They walked quickly toward a gleaming pink SUV, which was waiting outside for them. It was wonderfully cool inside.

'Pink?' She asked.

'It's the Hard Rock touch,' Titan said.

They were in Las Vegas for the weekend, because Malora had never been, and when she told Titan that on the way to the airport, he said, 'Well, you haven't lived until you've been on the Strip.'

The journey to the Strip was only about fifteen minutes. Malora gazed at the infamous street with wide eyes.

It was an over the top, glamorous fantasy playground, almost like a giant Hollywood movie set with its miniatures of the Sphinx, pyramids, the Statue of Liberty and the Eiffel Tower. Malora even took a photo of the M & M store and sent it to her sister. Malora wondered what she will make of it. Lorena once told her a shocking thing about the gorgeous black torch performer Lena Horne, who was allowed to stay at The Flamingo as long as she was not seen at the casino, restaurants or public areas. When she checked out, her bed sheets and towels were burned.

Over the massive, gold guitar door handles are the words: When this house is rocking, don't bother knocking. Come on in. And it really was rocking in there for Titan. There was no check-in for Titan and Malora.

He was greeted by name by a smiling host and they were quickly and efficiently whisked past the awesome, fifty-five feet digital screen stretched behind the reception desk, straight to the elevator bank and up to the Provocateur penthouse suite.

The Provocateur suite is like no other hotel room Malora have ever been to.

They were greeted by walls covered in black vinyl embossed to look like crocodile skin in the foyer. In that deliberately darkened hallway there is a birdcage, large enough and strong enough to hold a grown man and a whipping cross! With handcuffs!
On their left, silhouettes of naked women start swaying provocatively in the shower as motion sensors pick up their movements. There could be no doubt that the design was fetish orientated and Malora turned to look at Titan.

Beyond the foyer are claret walls and sophisticated shiny black furniture and more dominatrix accessories. They were shown the heated plunge pool in the balcony and taken to the bedroom with three beds pushed together, presumably perfect for orgies. The other master bedroom has anenormous four-poster bed and a mirrored, trellised ceiling. The man showed them how to work the 3D projector system behind the bed to make it throw patterns and themes onto the walls.

At the flick of a button the shades came down, the lights dim and two women wantonly writhing are projected onto the bed. It was so over the top and creepy-crazy Malora started giggling. Her laughter doesn't deter their host. They were taken to a secret vault full of toys, equipment and costumes for sex play.

When he left Malora went to stand by the ceiling-to-floor windows. The view was fabulous. Down below, the swimming pool was heaving with beautiful bodies on purple floats. She turned around to look at Titan.

'Like it?' he asked.

'Are you trying to tell me something Fifty Shades-ish?'

He laughed. 'No fucking way. I am nothing like that man who needs to beat a woman to get his high. I just thought you'd enjoy this more than the Venetian. It's all Liberace style opulence, chocolate-covered strawberries and beluga caviar served by butlers with white gloves over there.'

'And you don't have to pay for any of this?'

He grinned, at once boyish and delicious. 'Nope.'

'How come they treat you so good?'

He shrugged. 'My claim to fame is that I once lost a whole million at their baccarat table and they're hoping I'll repeat that lack of judgment,’ he said dryly.

Malora's eyes widened. 'One million? Dollars?'

'Yup. I used to be what they call a whale.'

'What's a whale?'

'At the lower end a high roller is someone who bets between a thousand to five thousand dollars a hand. A serious high roller would play upwards of five grand to about twenty, twenty-five thousand. A big high roller would spend between twenty-five and fifty thousand.' He stopped and smiled. 'And then you have the whales. Whales start at seventy-five thousand dollars a hand.'

'And you were one of them?'

'I was. But now I only come two, maybe three times a year.'

'God!' It was hard for Malora to even think of anyone blowing that kind of money on the roll of a die.

'But I still get the eight o'clock reservation, the cabana, tickets for the best concerts in town, and. . .I get to be imaginative with my requests. So far the management has always said yes to everything I've asked for.'

Wow. This man was all kind of shades different.

'Wow! What kind of things are available?'

'Lunch on a yacht, a helicopter ride somewhere, a game of golf with Tiger Woods. . .'

'What have you asked for this time?'

He smiled slow and full of meaning. ‘Lingerie. I have asked for the most expensive, most beautiful lingerie they can find.'

Malora couldn't help it, she flushed hard. She could feel her cheeks flaming. 'You didn't.'

'I did. Go and have a look.'

For a few seconds Malora didn't move. They just stared at each other. Then she turned around and went to the bedroom. At the door she stopped and looked around. He was watching her, his eyes unfathomable.

By the bedside Malora saw the white box with a black design on it. She opened it and it was full of whispers of virginal white lace: a half-cup bra, a thong, suspenders with baby blue bows, and nude stockings. There was a card with a message to open the cupboard.

She opened the cupboard and gasped. A real cheongsam. Not the cheap thing that looked more like a Hong Kong waitresses uniform and with a dirty slit that runs all the way up to the crotch, but the softest, most beautiful, pure white Chinese silk brocade. Malora ran her fingers over the pretty little blue flowers. Her sister would love this. She turned around and Titan was standing in the doorway.

'It is so very, very beautiful,' she whispered. Malora was so touched her voice shook.

'Good. You can wear them all tonight.'

'Thank you.'

His eyes darkened. 'Thank me later.'
'You look beautiful,' he told her that night.

'So do you,' she said.

And he did. He looked good enough to eat. He was wearing a perfectly fitted black suit that totally showcased his great physique, an oyster gray silk shirt that was almost translucent, and polished black shoes. Malora had never seen him so subdued in his color scheme.

They went for an early dinner at Shanghai Lily. The food was exquisite.  There was even gold leaf on the food to gladden the hearts of the Asian high rollers since gold was considered a good luck charm.

They ended up at the Shadow for drinks. Malora gazed in amazement at the giant backlit screens with the enlarged shadow of a woman dancing behind each one. It looked different from anything she had seen.

Malora drank a green cocktail and watched the bartenders, who were actually performers who threw bottles up into the air and catch those their colleagues have thrown. The atmosphere was young, fun and totally hip, and she turned her head, smiling, and caught Titan looking at her. The smile died on her lips. His eyes were smoldering.

'What is it?' Malora asked.

His hand slid into the slit in her dress and up her thighs, parting them. 'I've always wanted to finger fuck you under a table in a public place.' One finger rubbed suggestively against the string of her thong. He dropped his voice to a whisper. 'Maybe because you won't be able to scream when you come, because everyone is watching.'

The green cocktail sang longingly in her veins as wetness seeps between her legs. Malora's clit swelled, begging for his touch. She put her drink down, suddenly daring and uninhibited. 'Knock yourself out,' she choked.

With a sensual growl he inserted one long finger into her.

Malora gasped.

His teeth flashed in the dimness. 'Look at you. Always so wet and hot,' he said moving his finger in and out of her. 'Open your legs wider,' he invited, sliding the thumb of his other hand into her mouth. Malora caught it between her teeth and sucked it. His thumb stroked in circles around her clit while his fingers curl inside her.

'We could get thrown out for this,' he whispered.

She released his thumb, her eyes glancing around furtively. It was dark and no one was looking. 'They wouldn't throw a whale out,' she choked.

'No, I guess not.'

'It will be a stern warning, though,' she muttered, wriggling and rubbing herself against his hand, loving the feel of his fingers inside her, his thumb working her clit.

'Damn, I love how filthy and greedy you are. How you'd let me do anything with you.'

He plunged his fingers deeper in and Malora's muscles start clenching around them. 'I can't wait to get back to our room and see my big cock disappear between your sweet lips until I am balls deep in your mouth. And then I'd like to slide that saliva soaked cock, every fucking inch of it, into your poor little pussy. I am going to stretch her and fuck her until cum shoots out of her. And then I'm gonna suck her as she drips.'

'Oh Fuck! I'm coming,' she warned in a strangled gasp.

'Turn and look at me.'

Malora turned and looked at him, her eyes wide, her face struggling to remain normal. Then the climax ripped through her and she clenched her teeth and shuddered against his hand in an effort not to scream.

Afterwards, he put his fingers into her mouth and made her suck them.

Chapter dedication: ItsChelse

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A/N:

Extra, extra, read all about it!!!!!!

Hot Dayummmm.

Wish I was a daring as these people. But I am not😁😁

Thoughts?

What's the worst thing you've ever done in public?

Me: Fart! 😂😂😂😂