Lucian led Eleanor through the dimly lit corridors of the Vault, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and candle wax. The club had many secrets, but this— this was one of its most guarded. The secret archive.
As they descended the spiral staircase, the walls seemed to close in, centuries of knowledge pressing against them. Eleanor’s breath hitched when they reached the heavy oak door, reinforced with iron, its carvings depicting forbidden stories. Lucian pulled out an old brass key, turning it in the lock with a satisfying click.
Inside, the room was smaller than she expected, but every inch was lined with ancient books, some bound in leather, others with cracked parchment covers. The shelves stretched high, and in the center, a single candle burned atop a reading desk positioned beside a bed.
Shadows danced across the walls, making the place feel alive, as though the stories within were whispering, waiting to be read.
Eleanor stepped forward, fingertips tracing the spine of a thick, worn book.
“Go on,” Lucian murmured behind her, his voice laced with something dark, something enticing. “Pick one.”
She plucked a slim volume bound in deep crimson. It was old, the pages fragile beneath her touch. When she opened it, elegant calligraphy scrawled across the parchment in French. She recognized some words— pleasure, submission, devotion. Heat curled in her belly.
Lucian stepped behind her, looking over her shoulder. A knowing smile tugged at his lips.
“Ah,” he said, brushing a knuckle down her bare arm. “You’ve chosen wisely.”
Eleanor swallowed. “What is it?”
“A collection of erotica from the 18th century,” he explained, taking the book gently from her hands and flipping through the delicate pages. “It was written by a courtesan for her lover. Each passage describes a different night of indulgence, of pleasure freely given and taken.” His gaze lifted to hers, eyes dark with meaning. “They acted out these stories, surrendering to desire without shame.”
A shiver ran through Eleanor, not from fear but something deeper. The idea of reenacting such intimacy made her pulse quicken. Her fingers twitched at her sides.
“Could we…” She hesitated, then met his eyes with newfound confidence. “Could we try it?”
Lucian’s smile was sharp. He stepped closer, the heat of his body seeping into hers. “If we do,” he warned, his voice a deep rumble, “you know how this ends.”
Eleanor knew.
It had been too long since she had been touched, too long since she had felt the warmth of another body against hers. But this wasn’t just anyone— this was Lucian. The insanely hot host. And she wanted him.
So she nodded. “Yes.”
Lucian exhaled, as though he had been waiting for this. “Then, tonight, you are in control.”
The words sent a thrill through her. She had never been the one to lead before. But here, in this hidden place, she could be whatever she wanted.
She stepped back, meeting his gaze with quiet authority. “Take off your clothes.”
Lucian arched a brow but obeyed without question. He unbuttoned his white shirt, revealing sculpted muscle and smooth, inked skin. The candlelight flickered over him, casting golden shadows that traced every ridge, every line of strength.
Eleanor watched, mesmerized, as he undid his belt, letting it slide from his waist with a quiet hiss. The sound made her breath hitch. He kicked off his shoes, then his trousers, until he stood before her, utterly bare.
For a moment, she simply looked.
Lucian was a masterpiece of strength and restraint, his body lean but powerful. Shadows accentuated the taut lines of his abdomen, the hard curves of his shoulders. His arms, corded with muscle, remained at his sides— waiting.
Eleanor moved closer, placing a hand flat against his chest. His skin was warm, his heartbeat steady beneath her palm. She leaned in, pressing a kiss just above his collarbone.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered against his skin.
Lucian let out a breath, a sound that was almost a sigh.
She kissed lower, down his chest, her lips brushing over every defined muscle. She took her time, savoring him. Her hands mapped the hard planes of his body, fingertips tracing the curve of his ribs, the dip of his waist. She could feel the tension coiled beneath his skin, the control he was barely holding onto.
The way his long and thick cock twitched every time she teased the skin close to the member.
Eleanor smiled against him. “You’re always so composed,” she murmured. “So in control.” She let her tongue flick over his sternum, feeling the way his muscles tensed. “But tonight, you’re mine.”
Lucian exhaled sharply.
She continued her slow worship, her lips trailing over his stomach, her fingers skimming down his sides. He shuddered under her touch.
For once, he wasn’t leading.
And that, Eleanor realized, was the most intoxicating thing of all.
Eleanor pulled back slightly, her eyes sweeping over Lucian’s bare form. He was still standing, muscles tight with restrained power, waiting for her next move. The knowledge that she had him like this sent a wave of satisfaction through her.
She let her fingers drift down his abdomen, featherlight touches tracing over his skin, watching the way his breath hitched. She smiled, pressing another kiss just above his hip bone.
“Tell me,” she murmured, looking up at him through her lashes. “How does it feel to surrender?”
Lucian’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Unfamiliar,” he admitted, his voice huskier than before.
Eleanor hummed. “Do you like it?”
A slow, almost reluctant nod.
Her hands moved lower, fingers grazing his thighs, reveling in the way his muscles flexed under her touch. He was holding himself still for her, letting her dictate the pace, and the power in that made her head spin.
She stood, dragging her body against his as she did. The contact was electric, heat sparking wherever their skin met. When she reached his face, she cupped his jaw, her thumb brushing over the sharp line of his cheekbone.
“Kiss me,” she commanded softly.
Lucian’s lips crashed into hers instantly, the force of it making her stumble back a step. But she didn’t care— she melted into it, into him. His hands came up, skimming her waist, but he didn’t grip, didn’t take control. He was letting her lead, exactly as he promised.
Eleanor tangled her fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss, tasting him. He was warm, intoxicating, the heat of his body pressing into her, making her ache.
She pulled back, breathing heavily. “Lie down.”
Lucian obeyed without question, moving to the medium-sized bed in the middle of the room. He stretched out, his body a vision of raw masculinity against the dark fabric.
Eleanor followed, crawling onto the bed beside him. She ran a hand down his chest, watching the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch.
“You’re perfect,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
Lucian let out a quiet exhale, as if her words had unraveled something inside him.
Eleanor continued her exploration, her mouth tracing along his collarbone, down his arm, pressing reverent kisses along every inch of skin. She wanted to memorize him, to brand herself into his senses the way he had already branded himself into hers.
When she reached his wrist, she gently lifted his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. Then, slowly, she guided his hand to her waist, allowing him to touch her, but only where she wanted.
Lucian’s fingers flexed against her, and for the first time that night, his voice came out in a whisper.
“Eleanor.”
It was both a plea and a surrender.
She smiled against his skin.
“Good,” she whispered. “Now, let me love you.”
Eleanor stood up to one of the shelves where the book from earlier had been abandoned. She stared at him from the corner of her eyes as she reached for the silk ribbon that had bound the book.
Running the fabric between her fingers, she walked back to the bed, smiling down at Lucian as she straddled his hips.
Her hands slowly lifted his above his head.
“You like being watched, don’t you?” she murmured. Her fingers trailed lightly over his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the slow rise and fall of his breath. “Even like this— laid bare, vulnerable.”
Lucian’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Only for you.”
“I’m gonna tie you up,” she whispered. Lucian swallowed and nodded.
She took her time binding his wrists together, looping the silk securely around the metal frame of the bed above him. The sight of his strong hands bound, muscles flexing ever so slightly as he tested the restraint, sent a pulse of need straight through her.
A wicked smile touched her lips. He was now completely at her mercy.
Eleanor ran her hands slowly down his arms, over his shoulders, down his chest, taking in every ridge, every hard plane of muscle. He was magnificent, every inch of him.
“You’re breathtaking,” she whispered, lowering herself to press a kiss at the center of his chest.
Lucian’s breath hitched.
Eleanor smiled against his skin, then began her slow worship. Her lips traveled lower, tasting, savoring, marking him with the softest caresses. She wanted him to feel cherished, adored. She traced the sharp V of his hip bones with her fingers, pressing light kisses along the way, feeling the way his body tensed beneath her touch.
“You’re holding back,” she murmured, mouth hovering over his hard cock while glancing up at him through her lashes. His eyes were dark, heavy-lidded, his jaw tight with restraint. “Don’t.”
Lucian exhaled, a deep, shuddering breath. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Then show me,” she challenged, gently kissing the red tip of his cock, trailing her hands down the sides of his thick thighs. “Let me see you come undone for me.”
In a single move, Eleanor sank down on his cock, taking him down to the back of her throat, and very much effortlessly.
His response was a strangled sound, his fingers curling into fists where they were bound above his head. He pulled slightly against the silk, testing it again, but the bindings held firm.
Eleanor took her time, letting her hands roam freely on his thighs, bouncing her head on his cock with her hair spread around, reveling in the way he trembled beneath her touch.
Every ragged breath, every muscle that flexed under her fingertips, was a silent plea for her to continue.
She pulled her head up, until the tip of his cock was barely even inside her mouth, then sank back down, drawing another stretched groan from Lucian as his whole body shuddered.
“Fuck! How are you so good at this!?” he asked, his voice sounding quite unlike him, lower, as he was lost in the pleasure.
Eleanor, instead of responding with words, swirled her lips around his length while bringing one hand to squeeze his balls.
And that did it for Lucian.
“Fuck. I’m gonna cum. Cumming. Cu… fuck!” he moaned out loudly before releasing the first rope of cum deep inside Eleanor’s throat.
She swallowed immediately, along with the ones that followed, letting the warmth of his semen flow down her throat.
She greedily took it all, not allowing even a single drop to go to waste. Lucian finished with a deep groan, his hips which were in the air finally sinking onto the mattress.
Eleanor kissed her way back up his trembling body, pressing her lips to the hollow of his throat, whispering against his skin, “I love seeing you like this.”
Lucian’s head tilted back slightly, exposing more of his neck to her. “Then don’t stop.”
And she didn’t.
Eleanor traced her fingers over his bound wrists, pressing a lingering kiss to the inside of his forearm before meeting his gaze again. The need in his eyes mirrored her own. She had never felt so powerful, so wanted.
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She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice a promise. “Now, I’m going to make you mine.”
Lucian exhaled sharply, his voice rough with desire. “I already am.”
Those three words sparked a strange desire inside her. Quickly, she stood up and stripped naked, then straddled his thighs.
Without wasting time, she grabbed his still-hard cock and lined it to her dripping hole, eyes locked on his.
She descended onto his cock, taking his whole length in, a satisfied gasp leaving both their lips simultaneously.
She felt so well stretched, so full, and so good. She let herself get used to the feeling for a few seconds, before she started moving, slowly at first.
Their grunts and moans soon filled the archive as she increased her pace, practically bouncing on his cock.
They were both barely conscious, drowning in the sea of pleasure.
“So big. So fucking good!” Eleanor moaned, stopping her bouncing to grind on his cock.
The sight and feeling of her rolls and whines was drawing Lucian close to a second orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum. Fuck!” he cursed, swallowing to hold it in. But, Eleanor’s next words did nothing to help him.
“Me too. So good. I love it. Love… fuck… love your cock. So deep. Oh god.”
Their bodies were trembling as they drew closer to their orgasms. Eleanor was loosing herself. She needed Lucian’s help. But she couldn’t dare ask. She didn’t want to. She was in control.
With the last strength she had, she bounced and rolled her hips on his cock a few more times before they were both cuming hard.
Eleanor’s scream echoed in the archive as she came, her orgasm coursing through her whole body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably on top of him.
Lucian was no better. His eyes rolled into their sockets, hips fucking into her as he emptied his warm load deep inside her own warmth.
He heaved as a sigh as Eleanor collapsed on him afterward, breathing heavily.
“Fuck, that was so good,” she whispered, kissing his chest.
Lucian let out a low chuckle. “Mhm. Now, set me free.”
Eleanor smiled, hearing the control return to his voice.
“Gladly, kind sir.”
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