Chapter 5

Elena stood frozen in the center of the suite, her phone clutched so tightly her knuckles ached. Mr. Godfrey's reply had come almost instantly earlier. 

"Tomorrow, 2 p.m. The Meridian Club, private lounge. I’ll have a table reserved."

But then, the rules of the Velvet Exchange were ironclad. 

No leaving the premises until the thirty nights ended. No contact with the outside world except through approved channels.

She’d signed the contract in her own hands. And breaking it meant forfeiture, exposure, and maybe worse.

She paced to the door, and tried to push it open, but unfortunately it wouldn't budge.

She walked back to the room, and at the same time her eyes landed on the sleek black telephone mounted discreetly beside the bed.

"Emergency only," they’d said.

Elena snatched it up, and pressed the single button. It rang once, then a calm female voice answered. 

“Yes, Miss Quinn?”

“I need to leave now. It’s urgent.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible. The terms are clear. Thirty consecutive nights under the bidder’s authority. Departure requires his explicit consent.”

Elena's pulse hammered. “This is an emergency. I have to meet someone, it's important.”

“The rules are non-negotiable,” the woman replied smoothly. “Unless Mr. Vale agrees, you remain here.”

Elena exhaled sharply. “Fine. Then connect me to him.”

“I’ll attempt to reach him. Please hold on.”

The line clicked to soft classical music. Elena waited, one minute, two minutes, still nothing.

She slammed the receiver down, picked it up again and dialed the same button.

“Yes?”

“He’s not answering.”

“In that case… since your request is marked urgent, I can authorize a supervised exit. You will be accompanied by security. However, Mr. Vale must still grant final permission in person.”

Elena's mouth went dry. “In person?”

“That is the only exception allowed. You must meet him, explain your needs, and receive his approval. Otherwise, you remain here.”

She stared at the wall in utter disbelief, clutching her dress tightly.

"This is insane. But if I could get out, even for an hour—i will disappear and never come back." She thoughts.

"I will find another way to know about the mysterious billionaire, and eventually expose him."

“Fine,” she said to the lady. “I accept.”

“Very well. Security will arrive shortly.”

The line went dead, and Elena grabbed her coat, slipped on low heels and waited.

Minutes later the door clicked open. Two men in black suits stepped inside with masks on their faces.

“Miss Quinn,” one said. “Come with us.”

“On whose orders, please?” she asked, voice steadier than she felt.

“We can’t disclose that. But you’re to follow.”

Elena nodded and followed them out. They blindfolded her, before guiding her through the corridors, down to the elevators, and finally into a car. The engine purred to life, and they drove in silence.

When the car finally stopped, they helped her out and led her down a short hall. As they got to a door, they removed the blindfold, and she blinked against bright light, before turning back to the door.

One guard nodded. “Go in.”

Hesitantly, Elena gulped down and pushed the door open. Her heart slammed against her chest as her eyes landed on the last person she expected to see.

It's none other than Soren Vale, leaning against the edge of a massive glass desk in what had to be his private office. 

His suit jacket was discarded over a chair; sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing corded forearms. Slowly, he looked up and their eyes locked in an instant. 

For a moment, she couldn't utter a word, nor could she move from where she was. This was his domain. And she’d just walked right into it. 

Who knows what will happen now?

Meanwhile, Soren’s hands slid into his pockets, but the tight heat in his trousers betrayed him. He tilted his head, barely able to keep his voice calm.”

“Are you just going to stand there?” he asked.

She shook her head quickly. “No, sir. I was… I…”

He pushed off the desk, and began to walk toward her. 

“You missed me so much you couldn’t wait for tomorrow night?” He stopped inches away from her.

"Or perhaps…” His gaze dropped to her mouth, then lower. 

"You’ve been dreaming about my cock. Wondering if it’s hard, huge, thick enough to stretch your tiny little hole until you’re screaming for mercy.”

Heat exploded across her face. She looked away, cheeks burning, unable to hold his stare. He was weaponizing her own words from last night, turning them against her as if it's the right thing to do.

“I don’t mind showing it to you,” he murmured. “Just a little.”

Before she could protest, he pressed her against the door, chest to hers, hands trembling slightly despite the control he tried to maintain.

Their bodies aligned, and she felt the hard ridge of him pressing insistently against her lower belly through his trousers.

“Do you want to feel it?” Soren murmured, locking his eyes with hers. “I don’t mind either.”

She swallowed hard as he took her wrist and guided her hand down. Soren pressed her palm flat against the thick, straining length behind his zipper.

Elena's eyes widened. Even through the fabric, she could tell he's nine inches at least, or maybe more. 

The head flared prominently, pushing insistently against her fingers. 

“Feel that?” he whispered against her ear, but she couldn’t speak. 

She only felt the heavy throb under her palm, the way it jumped when she instinctively squeezed.

“Will you spread your legs for me?” he continued, breathing hot on her neck. 

“Will you let me thrust deep into your wet pussy, so you feel every ridge, every vein sliding in until I’m buried to the hilt?”

Her knees weakened at his words, and she took a deep breath and tried to stand still.

“Will you let me lick every part of you until there’s nothing left untouched?” His tongue flicked the shell of her ear. 

“I’d start at your clit, circle it slowly, then suck harder, slide my tongue inside your dripping hole, fuck you with it until you’re grinding against my face. Then I’d move lower, tease that tight little ring with the tip until you’re begging me to push inside.”

“Soren…” she breathed, eyes fluttering shut. Her fingers tightened around his cock, feeling it swell even thicker.

“Will you let me fill your cunt with this?” He rocked forward.

"Fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked? Pound into you until your thighs shake, your tits bounce, and you’re sobbing my name because you can’t take how deep I am?”

Her breath hitched, and she pressed harder against him, needy friction sparking low in her belly.

“Do you want me to do it, baby?”

She bit her lip and nodded slowly, finding it difficult to voice it out.

“I want to hear your voice,” he growled. “I want to be sure you’re in for this.”

He tilted her chin up, and forced her eyes to his dark, blazing lust, ones. “Do you want me to fuck you, Elena Quinn?”

“Yes.” She replied, her voice barely above a whisper.