Ethan quickly scanned the emails and messages on his phone before setting it aside. The early morning silence allowed his thoughts to wander freely. He began to think about the event scheduled at the famous nightclub, Crimson Velvet. With the habit of being in this business for years, he meticulously went over every detail again and again.
This event, held periodically every year, brought together the most elite names in business and the rising stars of the entertainment industry. On the surface, it offered glamorous parties, luxurious cocktails, and red carpets, but in reality, it was just a mask hiding the intricate games of the underworld. The nightclub was where talent scouts discovered new talent, modeling agencies sought new faces, and the brightest names in the media world quickly climbed the corporate ladder. Behind the scenes, however, deeper and more mysterious affairs were unfolding.
For powerful and intelligent men like Ethan, such events were both a gateway to profit and an opportunity. Businessmen like him made deals with young talents to showcase their skills, worked with agencies, and kept the economic wheels turning within this closed circle. But what really fascinated Ethan was the hidden side of these events: the secret deals, the big investments, and the control games of the underworld.
From the bathroom, Aurin had turned on the water and called out to Ethan in an inviting tone. But Ethan had rejected her with his usual possessive and ego-filled expression. Aurin was used to it; she knew that Ethan had two different faces. On the outside, he was a cold, powerful and unapproachable businessman. But behind closed doors, he showed a possessive, sometimes distant, sometimes controlling character toward the women in his life.
In Ethan's world, Aurin was just one piece of the puzzle. Like his other "toys," she obeyed him and never crossed the line. However, Aurin was one of the few people who could see the true personality behind Ethan's mask. This knowledge gave her both a privilege and a limit. To know Ethan meant to follow his rules.
Ethan snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the bathroom door. The event at Crimson Velvet was not only a business opportunity, but also a new chance for him. At this event, he would not only make new business deals, but also pull the strings of the dark games being played in his hidden world. Most importantly, he would make sure that he was always in control.
Ethan lay relaxed on the wide and comfortable bed, lost in the depths of his thoughts. The upcoming event at Crimson Velvet would not only create new opportunities in the business world, but would also increase his power in the underworld. However, his strategic calculations were abruptly interrupted by the sharp sound of his phone. The name on the screen was someone who always filled him with a mixture of satisfaction and caution: Celeste.
With that familiar smug smile forming at the corner of his lips, Ethan answered the call. Celeste's voice came through with a velvety touch, but beneath it lingered that ever-present tone of jealousy:
"Ethan, you finally picked up. Where have you been? I've been calling you all morning."
Without lifting his eyes from the ceiling or breaking his relaxed posture, Ethan replied, "I've been busy. You know, I'm always busy."
Celeste paused for a moment. But that silence signaled neither acceptance nor retreat. On the contrary, it was a prelude to her probing and possessive nature. "Really? Or have you been with one of those girls again? Aurin, or maybe someone else?"
Ethan's smile widened slightly. "Don't worry, Mother. Who's in my life is none of your business." His voice was at once distant and authoritative. He wielded that silent pressure over Celeste as he always did.
Celeste's tone softened, but the jealousy still lurked. "I'm just worried about you. I thought maybe we could spend some time together tonight."
This time Ethan held the phone to his chest and turned his head slightly to the side. His eyes found his own reflection in the mirror in the corner of the room. "I'll be at Crimson Velvet tonight," he said in a calm tone. "But maybe... I could be with you afterwards."
Celeste's breath was so pronounced that she could almost hear it through the phone. To her, that was as strong as a promise. Ethan knew when and how to control his mother. He always maintained that delicate balance - close enough to make her feel wanted, but never allowing her to completely reach him.
"Are you sure?" Celeste whispered, her voice filled with both hope and skepticism.
Ethan answered briefly and firmly: "Yes. But first I have to take care of my business. Like you always say, business comes first."
That last sentence seemed to dissipate the interrogative air that hung over Celeste. As Ethan ended the call, silence returned to the room. However, this silence was now not only the echo of his thoughts, but also a reflection of his control over his mother.
Ethan turned his eyes back to the ceiling. On one side, the intricate webs of the business world; on the other, this unusual bond in his personal life... Yet he remained the man who managed to maintain control over both worlds. His eyes slowly closed, his mind racing with the deals to be made at the nightclub and his complex relationship with his mother.
Ethan lay comfortably on the bed, listening to Celeste's voice on the other end of the phone. His mother's voice, jealous and possessive, was like a tune he'd been familiar with for years, but one that always both amused him and made him want to control her. Celeste's voice came, softer this time, but always with the shadow of that deep connection underneath:
"I love you, Ethan."
Ethan's lips curved into a slightly wry smile. Without taking his eyes off the ceiling, his voice took on a cold yet provocative tone.
"Of course, Mom. I know you do," he said. "Who wouldn't love me?"
This answer was met with a few seconds of silence from Celeste. Ethan sensed that she was taking a deep breath, perhaps trying to compose herself. He liked this pressure she was putting on him, this way of twisting Celeste's emotions like a toy in her hands. But deep inside this game, Ethan had his own dark desires and a complex psyche that imagined where this relationship had led.
When Celeste's voice finally returned, it was more cautious, but still carried that spark: "Then don't forget to see me tonight, okay?"
Ethan said a short and clear "Bye, Mom" and hung up. But even as the phone screen went black, the echo of that conversation lingered in his mind. The pressure his mother put on him was the root of his demand for authority and obedience from the other women in his life. Celeste was Ethan's first and perhaps most complex "plaything" in his life.
She was his first taste of authority and power. Since childhood, he had recognized the admiration and jealousy in her eyes and learned to use it to his advantage. Ethan had set his rules for Celeste, as he did for every woman. Her devotion had always been limited, and only as much as he wanted was allowed.
But deep down, Ethan dreamed of pushing those boundaries and taking the power his mother had over him even further. That perfect moment when his authority was fully felt, when Celeste was completely obedient. A world where he was dominant, where he had everything under control and Celeste would only follow his rules...
Ethan sat up a little in his bed. He still had that look of ego in his eyes. "As he moved to get ready for the night at Crimson Velvet, he planned how to manage both his business games and his unusual bond with Celeste. For Ethan, life was a story written only by winners. And he always wanted to be the writer.
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After the phone call, Ethan sat up slightly in bed, as if to clear his mind. Just then, the bathroom door opened and Aurin's silhouette appeared through the steam. Wearing a thin white robe, Aurin stepped into the cool air of the room, tossing her wet hair back slightly and looking directly at Ethan.
The silence between them said more than words. When Ethan's authoritative and cool gaze intersected with Aurin's confident and relaxed demeanor, an invisible line of tension formed in the room. Aurin took a few steps toward the bed, his cheeks slightly pink from the heat radiating from the bathroom.
"Are you watching me?" he asked. There was both innocent curiosity and mild defiance in his tone.
Ethan leaned back against the pillow without taking his eyes off her. His lips curved into his usual arrogant smile. "Just enjoying a view," he said. His voice was both possessive and calm with every word.
Aurin stood in the middle of the room, tightening the sash of his robe slightly. "And does this view satisfy you?"
Ethan kept that familiar tension in the air for a while longer with his answer to Aurin's question. His eyes roamed over Aurin's face, watching her every move. As if not wanting to break the silence, Aurin moved toward the bed with slow, deliberate steps. The hem of his robe fluttered slightly with each step, vaguely revealing his silhouette under the fine texture of the white fabric in the dim light of the room.
Ethan suddenly changed his mind when he saw Aurin approaching. Slowly he got up from the bed and stood. Dressed only in his underwear, he stood directly in front of Aurin, his tall, powerful silhouette even more prominent in the dimness of the room. Aurin paused for a moment at this movement, then slowly dropped to his knees in front of Ethan. He lifted his head slightly and looked at her, his eyes filled with both devotion and deep desire. A few drops of water dripped from her wet hair and fell to the floor, the cool drops contrasting with the warm air of the room.
Aurin's lips parted slightly as she traced the contours of Ethan's body from his chest to his groin. "Would you like me to comfort you?" he asked. His tone carried a soft but determined desire, dancing a fine line between innocence and seduction.
Ethan didn't answer the question right away. He studied Aurin's face, his neck, his shoulders just visible under the robe. The way Aurin knelt, the way he looked at him, sent a warm wave through Ethan's skin. The arrogant smile at the corner of his lips softened for a moment, but the authority in his eyes was still dominant. "Are you sure I want this?" he said, his voice deep and controlled, echoing through the room.
Aurin smiled slightly, as if accepting the challenge. Instead of answering, he chose to speak through his actions. He leaned forward slightly on his knees and approached Ethan's groin, his lips first placing a soft kiss on the skin. Ethan's muscles tensed slightly at the contact, but he was still content to watch Aurin. Aurin's kisses were soft and exploratory at first, each one causing a small vibration in Ethan's body. His fingers lightly touched the edge of Ethan's underwear, but without haste, savoring the moment.
Then Aurin's lips moved more determinedly. She looked at him with that longing look for a while before she took Ethan's manhood into her mouth. Slowly, almost ceremoniously, she began to suck on Ethan's hardening manhood. Her movements were rhythmic and controlled, Ethan's breathing deepening with each touch. Aurin's wet hair brushed against Ethan's legs, his skin glistening in the dim light through the open collar of the robe.
Ethan bowed his head slightly as he stood, but never took his eyes off Aurin. Her kneeling form, her submissive seductiveness, awakened that possessive urge in him. With one hand he reached for Aurin's hair, his fingers running through the wet strands, gently guiding them. His other hand was free at his side, but the slight clenching of his fist betrayed an effort to maintain control. The silence gave way to Ethan's controlled but increasingly intense breathing and the light, rhythmic sounds that fell from Aurin's lips.
This moment between them was not just physical contact; it was also an exchange of power, the reestablishment of a bond. Aurin seemed to submit to Ethan's authority, but he also asserted his own power by being able to influence him in this way. Ethan accepted this game, but did not completely relinquish control. The plans for "Crimson Velvet" had been pushed to the back of their minds for the moment; now only the two of them, in this room, were caught up in the magic of the moment.
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