The lighting in Di-Vine restaurant was low, the air was heavy with the aroma of various dishes, and soft music played in the background.
But even in this cozy setting, Ceylan Aslan couldn’t unwind.
She watched a group of young women in their thirties at the next table, their laughter infectious.
If she hadn’t let Savannah make this appointment for her, she could be as carefree as those women. Maybe she should back out—this whole thing was a crazy idea.
Ceylan pulled out her phone and checked the time again: 8:39 P.M. Only twenty-one minutes until her appointment.
She had been waiting for over thirty minutes, but Savannah was nowhere in sight. This had to be a sign—this arrangement was a bad idea.
But then, Savannah walked through the entrance.
“Sorry I’m late, the board meeting dragged on,” Savannah said as she took the empty chair. As the sole heir to her family’s fortune, Savannah had taken on all the major responsibilities. Ceylan was grateful there were two of them in her family. She was just the CFO, and her brother, Baris, was the CEO of their company.
“Don’t you think this is a sign?” Ceylan tried to persuade the blonde.
“I’m not letting you back out now,” Savannah said, sliding the entrance ticket across the table to Ceylan.
“Hide that thing!” Ceylan hissed as she quickly grabbed the ticket from the table. She tossed it into her purse. Her eyes darted between the people at the neighboring tables, making sure no one saw it.
She sighed in relief, seeing that no one was paying attention to them. Otherwise, she’d wake up tomorrow to her name plastered across every Los Angeles magazine. Probably with the headline ‘Ceylan Aslan, Daughter of Billionaire Dacey Aslan, Patronizes Voluntas Tua’.
Some people would pity her, while others would ridicule her. She couldn’t even imagine her father’s reaction—he’d be livid. Her mom would probably fast for her supposed immoral act.
Savannah frowned.
“I didn’t go through all this for you to back out at the last minute.”
Savannah had really gone above and beyond to make this arrangement happen. She had handled the booking, Ceylan’s mandatory tests, sent the results to Voluntas Tua, and finally secured this entrance ticket.
“You deserve an orgasm. Or maybe you’ll finally figure out if men aren’t your thing.”
One fling and one long-term relationship, yet she’d never had an orgasm. Ceylan had once wondered if she might be gay, but her intense attraction to Liam Chase suggested otherwise.
But her brother’s high school best friend had never seen her that way. She couldn’t forget the time when he and Baris came home after their college graduation for her eighteenth birthday—she’d stolen a kiss from him. His response still stung. “You’re like a little sister to me, Ceylan, nothing more.”
Even though they lived in the same city, Ceylan hadn’t spoken to him since.
She only saw his photos in magazines, and for a long time, that was enough to make him appear in her dreams and be the image that came to mind every time she touched herself.
Ceylan had finally learned to let go of her crush. She was an adult now, well past the days of pining over Liam Chase.
She wasn’t about to be just another notch on the playboy’s bedpost.
Savannah was right, she deserved an orgasm. She was going to have sex without worrying about not doing the right thing in bed.
Ceylan was painfully aware of her insecurities when it came to sex, and they always seemed to surface at the worst times.
Neither of her two lovers had ever told her outright that she wasn't good, but she had a hunch. You couldn't possibly fake an orgasm that convincingly for that long.
And so she was going to have a one-night stand with a stranger. No fear of what the other person would think if she messed up. No fear of a lover leaving her.
“I'm still in,” she said firmly, convincing herself as well.
Savannah nodded. “That's the spirit.”
She then glanced at Ceylan's barely touched food. “You’re clearly nervous, you haven’t touched your enchiladas.” She pulled the plate towards herself. “Just leave Di-Vine and go. It’s a twenty-minute drive and you have less than that.”
“You’re right,” Ceylan said. Taking a final sip of her wine, she stood up and said, “please order me some take-out, I’ll be hungry when I get home.”
Her roommate and best friend grinned. “You’ll be hungry for more sex when you get home, I bet.”
If everything Savannah said was true, that the men at Voluntas Tua were sex gods, then she would come home satisfied.
She picked up her purse and coat. “I'll take a cab. I don’t want my car seen anywhere near that place. Please have someone drive it back home.”
“Sure,” Savannah said with a mouthful of food.
Ceylan smoothed down her new black dress, the one the store assistant had sworn was flattering, as she walked past several tables. She quickly crossed the marble lobby of the restaurant and stepped outside.
The cool evening breeze hit her, prompting her to put on her coat. A cab pulled up a moment later.
The cab driver didn’t bat an eye when she gave her destination. He’d probably heard stranger things.
As the car hummed along the busy Los Angeles streets, her stomach twisted in knots. All the reasons not to do this came flooding back, as if her body had sent out a mass invitation.
But she wasn’t going to back out.
To distract herself, Ceylan dug into her purse and pulled out her lipstick. She applied another coat to her already red lips.
Ceylan looked out the window as the driver slowed down in front of Voluntas Tua.
Her eyes took in her surroundings, street lamps and traffic lights casting colorful reflections on the pavement.
Streams of pedestrians in everything from formal attire to casual clothes bustled around.
She wondered what these people thought of her, wearing a mask and heading towards the entrance of Voluntas Tua.
Her legs felt like jelly; she was afraid they wouldn’t carry her to the door.
At the entrance, she showed her ticket to the bouncer and he let her in. Looking around, she was impressed; the place was stunning. Gabriella Keene's ‘business’ was clearly a huge success.
Savannah had given her the directions, so she didn’t need to be told. Ceylan had a hunch Savannah had been here before; she seemed to know too much.
Ceylan navigated her way through the boisterous crowd, heading for the door marked “sex rooms.” A pretty blonde checked her ticket and led her to her assigned room.
As she passed numerous doors, her heart pounded so loudly she was sure the woman escorting her could hear it.
“Enjoy,” the woman said, leaving Ceylan standing in front of room VT29.
Ceylan placed her hand on the door’s rough hinges and pushed. The hinges squeaked, like a warning, but their protest was silenced as the door swung open.
A strong, pleasant male scent filled the air, reminding her of smoke billowing from a burning house.
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. The room was dimly lit; the only thing she could make out was the bed.
The silence was so heavy she thought she was alone for a moment.
“You’re late,” a deep male voice said, dispelling her assumption. Then she saw him—a man sitting in one of the room’s corners.
“I wasn’t sure I wanted to come,” Ceylan admitted.
The chair creaked as the man stood. She felt a knot in her stomach and realized she was hugging herself. Feeling foolish, she let her arms fall to her sides.
But then she didn’t know what to do with her hands, so they clasped and unclasped each other nervously.
He walked over to her, and Ceylan tilted her head up to look at him in the darkness. She couldn’t see his face; everything here was confidential.
“Is this your first time here?” he asked, his hand reaching up to her face. His fingers brushed against her ear, removing her mask. The unexpected pleasure of his touch made her whimper, “Do you like that?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Yes to the first question or the second?”
“Both.”
The mask hit the floor with a soft thud.
“Call me Vintage, and what’s your name?”
“Cey… Ava. Call me Ava.”
“So Ava,” his hand moved to her hair, releasing her perfect bun, “what did you come for tonight?”
“My first orgasm,” Ceylan blurted out.
“Are you a…virgin?”
“No,” she said, feeling defensive. “It’s just that none of the men I’ve been with have ever given me that.”
“You’ve come to the right person.”
Even in the darkness, she could sense Vintage’s intense gaze.
“I’m going to give you the orgasm of your life.”
She reached up to touch his face, but he stopped her.
“You don’t have to do anything, I’ll take care of you.”
His hand left her now loose, deep copper-colored hair and gently traced her cheek with his thumb.
Ceylan stood rooted to the spot as he leaned down and brushed his lips along her jawline. A slow burn ignited in her core, melting her senses.
Vintage’s lips traced her jaw and brushed against her lips. Her eyelids fluttered shut. Then his mouth moved over hers in a soft, mesmerizing kiss.
His lips were warm on hers, his teeth grazing roughly as he sucked her lower lip between them before pulling back.
Just like that, the kiss was over and she wanted more. Ceylan swayed slightly, panting and breathless.
She couldn’t open her eyes, her blood was pulsing so hard, every part of her hot with need and impossible longing.
She felt her coat being removed. His large hands then followed, caressing her curves. Even through the cotton, his touch burned her.
“Your figure is exquisite,” Vintage said before his mouth pressed hot and hungry against her neck. His teeth grazed the sensitive spot below her ear, which throbbed now like the heavy beat of drums.
His hand found her dress zipper and freed her from the tight garment. Her skin was warm under his touch, heat spreading around her neck, in her breasts, and down, in her core.
Everything in her seemed to awaken in his presence, all that was female and essential coming alive at once.
Her common sense kicked in too. What was she doing? This wasn’t like her.
“Vintage, I…I didn’t think this through.”
Vintage lifted her chin and crashed his lips onto hers. His hands buried in her luxurious mass of hair as their mouths melded together in a deep, prolonged kiss. He was an amazing kisser.
She lost herself once again, her hands wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. Seconds turned into a minute, then minutes more. A mad, timeless oblivion.
When they finally broke apart, he guided her to the bed, easing her down onto the pillows. She fell back and looked at his silhouette. This position stirred all sorts of feelings in her.
Vintage moved over her, kissing a path from her lips to her chin, then along her throat, and down to the front closure of her bra.
Her nipples strained harder against the fabric of her bra. He unclasped it and slowly peeled the satin away from her breasts.
Cupping her breasts, he said, “These are lovely.” His voice was rough. As if he knew what she was thinking, Vintage flicked his tongue over one of the tight buds. He pulled with teeth and tongue, while he took the other in his palm, stroking her, driving her wild with desire.
Ceylan felt him reaching for her panties, nudging them aside. He slid his fingers underneath, not stopping until he found her moist folds.
Once his finger brushed against her, she jerked as if touched by an open flame.
“You are so wet for me Ava, you feel like hot silk.”
His finger slipped between her folds, just the tip. She wanted more. She lifted her hips and he drew back, teasing.
She wasn’t expecting it when he slid one long finger into her, a tickling sensation that made her moan loudly.
“Did I hit it?” he whispered in her ear. “Did I hit your G-spot?”
“Yes,” she managed to croak.
Vintage slid her moisture up around her clit with the tip of his slick finger. He rubbed his thumb on her clit and she moaned again. As he stroked and rubbed, her carnal need increased.
Ceylan was caught in a whirlwind of pleasure, spiraling higher and higher. She hadn’t known it was possible to crave someone this much, but now that she was drenched in this desire, only one thing could quench it.
“Please,” she murmured, guiding him into a fervent rhythm. Her longing had reached a point of no return, she yearned for release.
He didn’t hold back, instead, he guided her towards a mind-blowing climax. She unraveled under his touch, her pleasure cascading through her in wave after wave, her orgasm echoing throughout her body.
He withdrew his hand from her, then whispered, “That was your first orgasm.”
