Money Talks

I stared at the bag of money in my hands, the weight of it sinking in. It was a fucking fortune, enough to make all my dreams a reality. As much as I wanted to hate Harlow, I couldn't deny the allure of what he was offering me. The chance to explore my deepest, darkest desires without judgment or consequence.

A devilish grin tugged at the corners of my lips as I looked Harlow dead in the eyes. "Alright, you twisted fuck. I'll play your little game."

Harlow's smirk widened, a glimmer of satisfaction dancing in his gaze. He stepped back, gesturing for me to enter my apartment. I followed him, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. This was uncharted territory, a realm of debauchery and indulgence that I had only fantasized about.

Closing the door behind us, I could feel the anticipation building in the air. The sexual tension crackled like electricity, igniting a fire within me that I had never felt before. Harlow's eyes roamed over me, his gaze hungry and possessive.

"First things first," he said, his voice low and seductive. "Strip down, boy."

I felt a surge of excitement mixed with a twinge of vulnerability. I hesitated for a moment, but the hunger burning within me won over any reservations I had. With a smirk of my own, I shed my clothes, piece by piece, exposing my naked body to Harlow's hungry gaze.

He licked his lips, his eyes locked on my now fully erect cock. "Mmm, not bad," he said, his voice dripping with approval. "You've got a nice fucking package there."

I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at his words, my confidence growing with each passing moment. Harlow approached me, his fingers trailing lightly over my chest, sending shivers down my spine. His touch was electrifying, igniting a fire deep within me.

"Turn around," he commanded, his voice firm yet laced with a hint of seduction.

I obeyed, presenting my ass to him, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The anticipation was killing me as I waited for what would come next. Harlow's hand came down hard on my ass, delivering a sharp slap that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

"You like that, don't you, you filthy fucking slut?" he growled.

I moaned, the combination of pain and pleasure shooting straight to my cock. It was a side of me that I had always kept hidden, but now, with Harlow, I was free to embrace it fully. His dominant presence awakened something primal within me, a hunger that craved submission and pleasure.

Harlow's fingers danced along the curve of my ass, teasing and taunting. "You're going to beg for it, you little whore. Beg for my cock."

I swallowed hard, the words sending a jolt of excitement straight to my core. "Please," I whispered, my voice dripping with need. "Fuck me, Harlow. I want it. I want your cock deep inside me."

He chuckled darkly, his hand gripping my hair and pulling me back. "That's what I like to hear, you dirty fuck. Get ready, because I'm going to give you the pounding of a lifetime."

And with those words, the floodgates of desire burst open, and I surrendered myself fully to the twisted pleasure that awaited me.