The Billionaire and the Escort: Berlin’s Hidden Passion
A Night of Secrets
Berlin at night is a city of desire, where power and desire merge, hidden behind skyscraper doors and rumbling in dark corridors. I know this world well. As a VIP escort in Berlin, I serve the elite – the untouchable men who rule the industry and shape the future.
But tonight is different.
Tonight I met Alexander Roth, a billiards expert, a man without a few words and many secrets. He specifically asks for someone with my expertise, someone who matches his skills. This is no ordinary client, the office warns. Today is a man who plays by his own rules.
I arrived at her hotel, dressed in a very short black evening dress. The gatekeeper asks no questions. He just nods and lets you inside. Alexander’s energy is everywhere, and he assures me that whatever happens tonight will be a part of us.
At first glance
The upstairs door opens without me knocking. He stands tall and hot, dressed in a spotless black suit. His dark blue eyes stare at me slowly and look at my wet body as if he’s measuring every inch of my Sexy Figure.
“You’re on my Mind,” he said before stepping forward to let me Hug.
“I’m always on time,” I replied quietly, meeting his eyes. “Especially with someone like you.”
A water played in his mouth. “Ok.”
The room was bustling, modern, and filled with soft city light coming in through the large windows. I could hear every voice of hid body behind my Ass.
“Would you like something to drink as wine?”
“Whiskey, clear.”
He raised his eyebrows slightly, accepting my choice. He poured two glasses and handed me one. His fingers wrapped around my glasses just enough to tickle my nose. “Tell whispered,” looking up from his flats. “Why did you do that?”
I took a sip but missed it. “Assistant?”
She nodded.
Because I like to be strong,” I admitted. “The way men look at me tells me I have the power to control their lusts.”
She laughed. “What if I told you tonight you’d be mine?”
Gentle Eyes
The space between us tightened. She smiled, closing the space between us, filled with tension. His hard Hands grab my boobs, sending water down my spine.
Tell me to stop,” she said into my ears.
I exhaled, my heart pounding. “I won’t give up.”
That’s what I needed. The book connected with mine in a slow, slow, messy and demanding way. His hands roamed my body, caressing me, teasing me, and leading me to the rich leather couch. All specimens were monitored and quantified. He wasn’t in a hurry. He wanted to check every moment and every response he got from me. His fingers slid under the lapels of my shirt, leaving the bandages on my legs. His eyes darkened as he drank.
He whispered before hitting my bare shoulder.
I leaned into his touch, allowing myself to slowly lose myself, losing myself in the rhythm of hypnosis he had set.
Dangerous thoughts.
A few hours later, I lay down next to her. My body was still tingling from his touch. The city lights were bright outside, but inside, there was no sound except for our breath.
His fingers traced slow circles over my bare skin. “Have you ever thought about giving up your life?”
I turned to him, studying his expression. “Sometimes,” I admitted. “But I like my freedom.”
His face was unreadable. “What if I ask you to stay?”
I took a breath. “What do you mean sexy?”
He looked at me with an eye full of intensity and it made my skin crawl. “I don’t enjoy it just once. I mean, all for myself.”
The offer was dangerous and intoxicating. Being a social worker in Berlin gave me an opportunity. Can I give it all up for one man?
I doubt it. “What would I be?”
His mischievous smile was cold and thoughtful. “My.”
His words comforted me, but I knew I couldn’t bear it at this critical moment.
I found my clothes and put them on. “I’ll think about it.”
He looked at me happily. “I expected nothing less.”
As I strolled into the elevator, I understood it wasn’t just another night with a client. This was the beginning of something much more dangerous.
