Seven
Xavier
He watched her as she met up with Daniella at the entrance to the main hall. Corinne was ready to explore the rooms now, that much he could tell since she’d left the central area of The Den.
The establishment relied heavily on electronic systems. From what Xavier could tell, the setup was top-tier and innovative. As he sat in front of a monitor system, he didn’t have to touch a thing to watch Corinne explore. Daniella had set the camera to follow Corinne, like putting a tag on her that never lost her movements.
“Remarkable.”
Daniella had everyone in her eyesight at any given time, and her intelligence would take her into territories that made her the boss of men.
“Where are you going, Bella Amina….” He whispered.
Daniella and Corinne entered an elevator, and the monitor switched from the view in the hall to the inside of the elevator.
Audio from inside the crane could be heard, whereas, in the central area of the club, the audio was mute.
“How do you feel so far about The Den?” Daniella asked Corinne.
“I like it. At first, I didn’t know if I’d be comfortable here, but the women party like my good friends, the bartenders are very responsible, and the men know how to put on a show. I’m having fun.”
Xavier’s lips spread into a smile.
“That’s great to hear.”
“I’m anxious about what I’m about to see now, if I’m being honest.”
“Why are you anxious?”
Daniella stood with her hands clasped in front of her. The vibe she gave off was of a friendly counselor who was there to listen to your troubles and offer you direction.
“Mainly because I don’t know what to expect.”
“Sex…. In various scenarios and settings. Do me a favor and close your eyes.”
Corinne followed her instructions. “Let your breathing remain normal. You’re meditating, connecting with your body, and clearing your mind. You have no problems. Everything around you is perfect. Breathe…”
Corinne was steady, her chest rising and falling.
“Tell me about your ultimate fantasy.”
Xavier leaned into the screen when Corinne’s mouth parted. “I’m outside. It’s night, and lightning shoots across the sky. I’m on a rooftop, naked. The gust of wind is hot, and I can smell his cologne.”
“Whose cologne can you smell?”
Her mouth stretched, a blush rising in her cheeks. She whispered. “Pharoah’s.” She bit her bottom lip. “He pushes up behind me. He’s also naked, and his dick strikes my ass from behind. I want him to fuck me on the ledge.”
Xavier’s brows arched in surprise. “On the ledge?” He whispered.
Corinne giggled. “He won’t do it. He’s too careful with me.”
Xavier sat back in his seat—astonished.
“This is your fantasy, Dahlia,” Daniella’s deep soothing voice murmured. “Pharoah will do anything you want.”
Corinne shivered. “But he won’t.”
“Command him.”