As he devoured her, Maddy's grip tightened in his hair. She reached for one of the toys he had laid out, "A thick riding crop" and brought it down sharply across his bare back. "Deeper, slave," she commanded, voice dripping with dominance.

 "Suck Mummy's clit properly while I whip you." Reeves moaned loudly into her pussy, his tongue working faster as the crop landed again and again on his back.

 Maddy's breathing grew heavier. She ground her hips against his face, using the crop without mercy. "Good boy... make Mummy cum," she growled. "If you do it right, I might let you taste everything." Her body tensed. With a sharp cry, she orgasmed hard, squirting all over his face and mouth. Reeves drank most of it greedily, swallowing her juices while some dripped down his chin.

Maddy watched him with satisfaction behind her mask, still holding the crop. "Look at you... drinking Mummy's squirt like a desperate whore." Still panting, Reeves stroked his throbbing cock furiously. "Thank you, Mummy... I'm cumming... please..." He groaned loudly as he came hard, shooting ropes of cum onto the floor while his face remained buried between her legs.

Maddy smirked and gave his hair one final tug. "Pathetic. Clean up your mess with your tongue later." Maddy stood up and kicked him roughly to the floor. Reeves panted heavily, his face and chest covered in her juices.

Without looking back, she walked toward the luxurious marble bathroom, her soaked legs glistening. "Crawl," she ordered. He obeyed instantly, following her on all fours into the large bathtub.

Maddy stepped inside, turned to face the wall, and arched her back slightly, pushing her ass toward him. "Lick every drop of Mummy's juices from the back," she commanded coldly. "All of them. Don't miss a single one." Reeves pressed his face between her ass cheeks and began licking hungrily from behind, his tongue cleaning her thighs, pussy, and ass thoroughly. Maddy moaned softly, pressing back against his mouth. "Good boy... get your tongue deep. Clean Mummy properly."

When he finally finished, licking up every trace, his cock was rock hard again, throbbing painfully. Maddy glanced back at him over her shoulder. "Look at that... already hard again like a desperate little slut.

Do you want Mummy to let you put that cock in my pussy?" Reeves nodded frantically, eyes wild with desperation. "Yes, please, Mummy... I need it so bad. Please let me fuck you." She smirked behind her mask and spread her legs a little wider. "Beg properly." "Please, Mummy," he groaned. "Let your slave fuck your pussy... I'll be good, I promise."

 Maddy reached back, grabbed his cock, and guided the tip to her entrance from behind. "Then do it. Put it in slowly... and thank Mummy while you fuck her." Reeves moaned loudly as he pushed inside her from the back, his hands gripping her hips. "Thank you, Mummy... fuck, you feel so good..." Reeves gripped Maddy's hips tightly and started pounding into her from behind, his cock thrusting deep and hard inside her pussy.

 The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the marble bathroom as he fucked her with desperate, hungry strokes. Maddy braced her hands against the wall, moaning loudly with every powerful thrust. "Fuck... yes, just like that," she groaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "Pound Mummy's pussy harder, slave." Reeves groaned, breathing ragged as he slammed into her faster. "Yes, Mummy... you feel so good... so tight." Maddy pushed her ass back against him, meeting his thrusts. "Deeper... don't you dare slow down.

Fuck me like you mean it." He obeyed instantly, gripping her tighter and pounding her relentlessly, the wet sounds of their bodies filling the room while Maddy's moans grew louder and more uncontrolled. Maddy moaned loudly, pressing her hands harder against the wall. "Fuck yes... destroy Mummy's pussy, you filthy slave. Harder!" Reeves groaned, thrusting faster and deeper, his balls slapping against her. "Mummy... you're so wet... I can't hold it much longer."

Maddy laughed breathlessly and pushed her ass back to meet his brutal strokes. "Don't you dare pull out. Fill Mummy up like the pathetic cum slut you are. I want to feel you explode inside me." Her dirty words pushed him over the edge. With a loud, broken moan, Reeves slammed deep one final time and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her pussy from behind. Maddy moaned in satisfaction as she felt him pulsing and filling her. "Good boy... that's it. Give Mummy every drop." They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing heavily. Then Maddy straightened up and turned around, still wearing her mask.

 "Now clean yourself up," she ordered calmly. "We're washing together. Use your hands and wash Mummy's body properly while my cum drips down my legs." Reeves nodded obediently, his cock still twitching. "Yes, Mummy." They stood under the warm shower, water cascading over them as he gently washed her body, his hands sliding over her wet skin while his own cum slowly leaked out of her.

They stepped out of the bathtub, water still dripping from their bodies. Maddy's black mask remained firmly in place, hiding her identity as always. She picked up a towel and started drying herself, clearly preparing to leave.

"Wait," Reeves pleaded, his voice desperate as he stood half naked before her. "Can we do this often? Just you and I? I really enjoy your services... I need this."

Maddy paused and stared at him through the mask, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. "You know it goes beyond our policy. If you need me, you have to come to the club like everyone else. We can't be hooking up secretly outside of that."

He stepped closer, eyes filled with longing. "I'll pay any amount you want," he begged. "All I want is to be able to call you personally and have you come whenever I need you. Please, Mummy... just think about it."

Maddy tilted her head, studying him for a long moment, her expression unreadable under the mask, then shook her head slowly.

"No. That's not how this works," she said firmly. "I don't do personal calls or secret arrangements. If you want me, you come to the club like every other client."

Reeves looked desperate, his voice almost breaking. "Please... I'll pay whatever it takes. I need this. I need you."

She sighed, clearly annoyed, but after a pause she extended her hand. "Give me your phone."

He quickly handed it over. Maddy took it, typed in her private number, and saved the contact before tossing the phone back to him.

"Fine," she said coldly. "But this stays between us, my colleagues or boss shouldn't find out, And if you ever try anything stupid, I disappear."

She looked at him with sharp eyes. "Do I need to ask your name?"

"No!" he responded quickly, almost too fast. "Save my name with whatever you want."

Maddy smirked behind the mask and nodded. "Good choice, slave."

Maddy turned and began walking toward the door ,she grabbed her coat placing it above her body as she put on her heels she took off before stepping into the restroom.

"Wait... wouldn't you spend the night?" Reeves insisted, his voice almost pleading. "It's already so late."

She let out a light, amused chuckle. "I'm a stripper, baby. I'm used to the dark."

"But still... stay," he begged, stepping closer.

Maddy suddenly snapped, turning back to face him with sharp eyes behind the mask.

"Look," she said firmly, "we bargained for two hours. That's what you paid for. I need to get back to work before my boss notices I'm gone."

Maddy turned away without another word and walked out of the luxurious penthouse, leaving Reeves standing half-naked with only a white towel wrapped low around his waist. He watched her go, his body still buzzing with need, already craving more of her.

Maddy got out of the elevator, got into her car then drove straight back to the club. She was glad Vanessa, her closest friend at Velvet Eclipse, had been feeding her updates the entire time. Thanks to her, Maddy knew exactly what was happening back at the club.

She smiled to herself as she sped through the night streets. Vanessa hadn't sent any warning about the boss, which meant he wasn't around tonight. Perfect!

Maddy quickly sneaked into the club through the back entrance, glancing around to make sure no one important was watching. She slipped off the long coat she had thrown over her body, revealing the sexy black lace bodysuit underneath, and tossed the robe into her locker.

Her eyes scanned the dimly lit backstage area until she spotted Vanessa. A wide, excited smile spread across her face as she hurried over to her friend.

"Vanessa!" Maddy whispered excitedly, grabbing her arm and pulling her into a quieter corner. "Girl, you won't believe how the night went with that wealthy cl-

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence when she noticed Vanessa's face wasn't bright at all. Her friend looked tense and worried.

"What's wrong, Nes?" Maddy questioned in shock, her smile fading instantly.

Vanessa opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word out, Maddy felt a strong hand suddenly grab the back of her head from behind. With brutal force, the hand slammed her face hard against the cold tiled floor.

"Where the fuck did you go?" a deep, angry voice growled above her as pain shot through her head.

It was Markez - her boss.

Maddy's heart dropped. She slowly lifted her head and stared at Vanessa in shock, eyes wide with betrayal and confusion. Why didn't you tell me he was back? she thought desperately.

Vanessa looked away, clearly terrified and unable to speak.

Maddy knew Markez too well. He was brutal and quick-tempered, someone she had always tried hard not to provoke. She also knew he had a special hatred for her ever since she became the only stripper in the club who refused to sleep with him, despite all his influence and threats.

Markez yanked her up roughly by the arm, forcing her to stand. His grip was painful as he glared down at her.

"I asked you a question, Maddy," he snarled. "Where the hell were you?"

"I was-" Maddy began before Markez cut her off sharply.

"You were where?" he snapped, tightening his grip on her shoulders again, fingers digging in like he wanted to anchor her in place through pain alone. "You're always everywhere slacking."

Maddy's breath hitched but she didn't lower her gaze,the pain on her arm was unbearable. Maddy pushed him away hard, breaking his grip as she stepped back, breathing sharply.

"What the fuck did you just do?" he questioned in anger, his voice rising as his eyes darkened.

Maddy stared at Markez, eyes burning behind her mask. At twenty-one, she was completely trapped in the nightmare he had carefully planned.

A year ago in Russia, Markez had pretended to be a kind man offering her a new life in America. He deliberately gave her a package to carry, unknowing to her they were drugs, knowing she would get caught at the airport. When she was arrested, he "rescued" her by paying seven million dollars in bribes , money he now used as a weapon.

Every dollar she earned at Velvet Eclipse went straight to him. She received only scraps for food and survival. She had no real freedom, no passport, and no way out. If she tried to run or disobey, he would send the evidence to the police and have her thrown in jail. He had orchestrated everything to own her completely.

Markez's face twisted with rage after she pushed him.

"What the fuck did you just do?" he snarled.

Maddy's breath came sharp, her cheek still throbbing from when he slammed her into the floor earlier.

"I pushed you because you were hurting me," she said defiantly. "Don't touch me like that again."

Markez stepped closer, his voice low and venomous. "You think you can fight me? After I planned every step to bring you here? You owe me seven million dollars, little girl. Every cent you make in this club is mine. You only get scraps to eat and survive. Try to leave and I'll make sure you rot in prison for the drugs you carried. You're mine until I say otherwise."

"You didn't do shit for me," she spat. "You tricked me. You made me carry that package. You set me up, then used seven million dollars to trap me here like a slave. Every night I dance  for your disgusting clients, and you take every fucking cent. I'm done being your prisoner, Markez."

The backstage area had gone deathly quiet. Some of the other girls watched from the shadows, too scared to intervene. Vanessa stood frozen, eyes wide with terror.

Markez's hand shot out lightning-fast and grabbed Maddy by the throat, slamming her back against the lockers with brutal force. Her mask shifted slightly from the impact but stayed on, hiding her identity like always.

"You ungrateful little bitch," he growled, his face inches from hers, breath hot and sour. "I own you. That seven million debt isn't going anywhere. You'll keep working in my club until I say otherwise. And if you ever try to run or talk back to me again, I'll make sure the cops get the full evidence of your little drug run. You'll rot in prison, Maddy. Or maybe I'll just sell your tight little ass to someone worse than me."

His grip tightened, making it hard for her to breathe. Maddy clawed at his wrist, gasping, Maddy's eyes burned with hatred behind the mask, but she knew she was trapped, because no matter how much she worked, he still said she owed him seven million dollars, which she couldn't argue about.

Markez finally released her throat and shoved her hard. She stumbled but caught herself against the locker.

"Clean yourself up," he ordered coldly. "You look like a used whore. And fix that fucking mask. If one more client sees your real face, I'll beat it off you myself."

He turned and stormed off toward the front of the club, barking orders at the other girls as he went.

Maddy slid down the locker slowly, coughing and rubbing her sore throat. Vanessa rushed over, tears in her eyes.

"Maddy... I'm so sorry," she whispered. "He came back early. I couldn't warn you in time-"

Maddy cut her off with a weak shake of her head. "Not now, Nes."

She touched the hidden phone in her coat pocket, she saw her client has already giving her a buzz call to save his number, she inserted the worr "Slave" and clicked save.

Maddy stood up, straightened her black lace bodysuit, and adjusted her mask.

"Fuck Markez," she whispered under her breath. "One day I'll make him pay."

Maddy cleaned herself up and fixed her black mask back into place. She never understood why Markez was so obsessed with her wearing it every night.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders, framing her killer body. She had an insane figure , big, perky tits that looked perfect in the tight lace bodysuit, a tiny waist that curved out into wide, sexy hips, and a fat, round ass that drew every man's eyes the second she walked past. Her legs were long and smooth, and her skin glowed under the dim lights, she knew she had the best body in the whole club . 

That's exactly why Markez hated her so much. The more she refused to fuck him, the more arrogant and vicious he got. She had already sworn that sleeping with Markez would be the last thing she ever did on this earth.

She only danced, that was her rule. The last time Markez tried forcing her to fuck a client she bit the guy straight in the balls and ran, which only made Markez even more furious.

As she stepped out, she wondered why she had even agreed to go to the penthouse with that man tonight. Maybe because he wasn't one of Markez's usual clients, or maybe because he was filthy rich and had quietly slipped her a thousand dollars for the night, money she kept completely hidden from Markez.

She climbed onto the main stage under the flashing lights, the bass from the music vibrating through her body. The moment she grabbed the pole, every eye in the club turned to her. Maddy started slow and seductive, rolling her hips in deep, filthy circles while sliding her hands down her curves, squeezing her own tits for the crowd. She arched her back hard, pushing her ass out as she spun around the pole, then dropped low into a squat, thighs spread wide so the thin lace barely covered her pussy.

She climbed the pole smoothly, wrapping her strong legs around it before flipping upside down, her fat ass cheeks spreading as she twerked in mid-air, making her ass clap for the hungry men below. When she slid back down, she pressed her belly against the pole, legs wide open, grinding her soaked pussy against the cold metal like she was fucking it, moaning loud enough for the front row to hear.

Maddy turned around, bent over deeply and shook her juicy ass violently, the lace riding up between her cheeks while she looked back at the crowd through her mask, eyes daring them to want her more. She dropped to her knees, crawling forward seductively, then flipped onto her back, spreading her legs wide and rolling her hips like she was fucking an invisible cock, her tits bouncing with every nasty movement.