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As the sun set over the city, Samantha stood in front of the mirror in her luxurious apartment, admiring her reflection. She wore a slinky red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination. Her long golden hair cascaded down her back in waves, and her full lips were painted a deep crimson. She knew the effect she had on men and reveled in it. But she also knew that she belonged to just one man – a billionaire who had swept her off her feet and into his bed.

Samantha had met Alexander at a charity event a year ago, and since then, she had fallen head over heels for him. He was everything she had ever wanted – charming, handsome, and filthy rich. But more importantly, he knew exactly how to satisfy her sexually, leaving her trembling and begging for more.

She had agreed to be his mistress, knowing full well that it came with a price. But the pleasure and excitement of being with a powerful man like Alexander made it all worth it.

As she made her way to Alexander’s penthouse, Samantha felt a familiar flutter in her stomach. The anticipation of what was to come was almost too much to bear.

When she arrived, Alexander was waiting for her with a glass of champagne in his hand. He looked every inch the successful businessman he was, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. But Samantha knew the beast that lay beneath the surface.

They exchanged small talk, but both of them knew why they were there. They were driven by desire, lust, and a mutual need for satisfaction.

Alexander led her to his bedroom, which was as opulent as the rest of the apartment. The walls were lined with silk, and the bed was so big that it could have fit four people comfortably.

Samantha sat on the edge of the bed as Alexander poured her another glass of champagne. She watched as he walked around the room, inspecting her, as though he was examining a piece of art he had just acquired.

Finally, he turned to her and walked towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. His gaze was intense and unyielding, and Samantha knew what was about to happen.

Without a word, he took her by the hand and pulled her towards him. Samantha could feel her heart racing in her chest as he kissed her, his lips hungrily devouring hers.

Their mouths moved in perfect unison as he undressed her slowly, exposing her naked body to his hungry gaze. She felt his hands travel down her back, his fingers deftly unclasping her bra and freeing her breasts.

He took them into his mouth, one after the other, and Samantha arched her back in ecstasy as he licked, sucked, and teased her nipples until they were hard and erect.

Then he moved down, kissing her stomach, her hips, her inner thighs, until he was finally between her legs. He parted her with his fingers, running his tongue along her sensitive folds as she moaned in pleasure.

Samantha could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as he licked and sucked her, her orgasm building with every passing moment. She was on the edge of ecstasy when he suddenly stopped, leaving her gasping for air and desperate for release.

But Alexander had other plans. He stood up and led her to the bed, positioning her on all fours. Samantha could feel his erection pressed against her, and she moaned as he sank into her, filling her completely.

Their movements were frantic, and Samantha felt as if she was gonna die from the pleasure. She wanted to scream, to tell him she loved him, but the only thing that escaped her lips was a moan of pure ecstasy.

As their bodies thrashed together, Samantha felt like she was being consumed by the fire of her own desire. She clung to him as he thrust into her, her whole being consumed by the passion they shared.

Finally, it was too much, and Samantha felt herself coming aside at the seams. She cried out his name as her body convulsed with pleasure, her orgasm washing over her like a wave crashing on the shore.

Alexander followed her, his movements becoming more and more frenzied until he finally came with a loud groan, collapsing on top of her.

They lay there, spent, for a few moments before Alexander rolled off her, pulling her into his arms. Samantha snuggled against him, basking in the afterglow.

As she lay there, she knew that this was her place. She was Alexander’s mistress, his lover, and his loyal subject. And she would do anything to stay there, to be his, body and soul.
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