The room was hazy with smoke, as it drifted like clouds over his head. Normal people would maybe get strangled in the heat and haze of the smoke, but Adnan Sultan wasn't normal.
He was a beast, who surely wasn't normal.
His head on the seat of his luxurious armchair, he sat with his eyes closed.
Deep in thoughts.
Big swirls of they grey air danced, surrounding his head and eyes, but he was relieved.
Relieved of himself.
The creak of the door disturbed his trance, as he slowly opened his eyes and saw Raines standing in the doorway, a polite smile on his face.
Adnan raised his eyebrow, questioning his with his stare.
"Yes, Mr. Sultan. She is here."
Raines answered his unasked question.
"Okay, then. Let's go."
Adnan stood up, but not before shaking the remnants of the smoke into the ashtray and dropping it there.
Standing up, he loosened his tie, and quth brisk steps walked down the hallway of the hotel to a VIP room, reserved for only him.
Once reaching outside the door, with the VIP tag on him, he gestured for Raines to go.
"Yes, Sir."
He replied, and walked in the direction they had come from.
After watching him disappearing out of his sight, Adnan turned his attention back to the wooden, oak door and without knocking went inside.
"Vous êtes venu, chéri."
A female French drawl stretched in the glowing, red room.
The room was bathed in red luminescent light. A four poster, luxurious bed stood at its majesty in the middle of the room. A recliner, with a couple of arm chair around a coffee table. A cupboard and dressing table stood in the corner.
Nothing giving away light, but an eerie glow to the whole room bathed in red.
Adnan went to sit on the arm chair, his hand on his tie.
Loosening it, he glanced at the woman who was sitting on the bed, in wait.
"Quel est votre nom?"
Adnan asked, his face totally emotionless.
"Samantha. Who else can be of service to you?"
She asked, raising her eyebrow in a suggestive tone.
"Hmm, come here."
Adnan said, patting his lap.
"Mon plaisir."
And with a seductive smile she cane towards him, slowly as to increase hia lust.
Truth was, the girl was nakedly dressed, showing as much skin as she can. In a black satin apparel, she looked some kind of she-devil, there to appetize him.
Lips stained with a black lipstick, and long hoop-earrings, she gave the vibes of being professional in this field.
She came, and dropped herself in Adnan's lap, turning to look at him.
He looked back at her, with his grey eyes which were darkening by lust.
With his fingers, he took hold of her chin, and their lips met in a growl of lust fueled passion.
She turned all ninety degrees on him, starddling his lap, with her ass.
Adnan gripped her shoulders, trying to give as much pain as he can with his bare hands.
Just as suddenly as he started, Adnan stopped, and commanded in his authoritative tone;
"Go lay on the bed."
With that he stood up, straightening out his shirt, and walking to the dressing table, which was situated bedside the bed itself.
Opening one of its three drawers, he took out a box.
The box was dark mahogany in colour, and had ingrained gems in its edges and crevices. And on it was carved AS.
Adnan Sultan.
With a click he opened it, and took out a pair of handcuffs. They were metallic, but with padded bear fur, in the inner circle. Draped with a long chain, so that a person can easily be tied to the bed.
Picking the handcuffs in one, and the box in another he ventured towards the bed, all the while his eyes on the mid-twenties looking girl who was watching his every movement with narrow eyes.
"Give me your wrist."
Taking her left wrist, he handcuffed her, pulling the chain tight over the bedpost, and locking it their.
After doing the same with the right arm, he glanced at the girl who was laying on the bed, her arms stretched, as though a hawk in mid flight.
When she caught him looking at her, she said with a tone that suggested a thousand things.
"Aimez ce que vous voyez?"
"Hmm, you can say that."
Adnan now came over to her, and tied her legs with the end of the bed too wuth the handcuffs.
Lastly, he took out a piece of red silk out of the box, and blindfolded her.
And then touched her neck with his lips, giving hard, open-mouthed kisses along the collarbone. He reached towards the start of her dress, grazing the skin with his teeth, as the girl beneath him shivered.
He held her dress, and then with a lightining energy, tore it apart.
Kissing lightly down the neck again, he played with the fastener of her bra, and after a few seconds of fidgeting it came off.
Very professional, indeed.
Adnan dropped it behind his back, as he growled after seeing those succulent beasts, nipples standing on attention, totally tense with anticipation.
And a wicked smile tugged at corner of Adnan's lips.
He drew back from her, who was squirming under him with absolute anticipation.
He looked inside the box, and then brought out a riding crop.
His eyes glinting maliciously.
"Adnaaan! C'mon.."
The girl whinned.
"Shut up, bitch! I'm the master here. You are here for my sexual gratification, not yours. Now. Count!"
He growled, as he swished the crop, cutting the air and with a thurmpp! landed on Samantha's left breast.
She shrieked in pain, as the chains all jangled together, creating a jumble of noise.
Pain mixed with agony.
"1."
She whispered.
"Louder, slut."
Adnan gritted hus teeth and said.
Adnan again pulled the riding crop, and then landed another lashing blow, on the same spot, which already being dark, became darker still.
Her scream felt satisfying to Adnan, as she thrashed and swished to and fro in the chains, with undeniable agony.
"Count."
Adnan said, spanking on her buttock cheek to remind her.
"2."
She said, still wheezing from the pain.
Adnan gave two more blows, and then the last one.
"5."
She screamed, trying to break through the chains that were restraining her. The amount of racket that was made was ear wrecking, but Adnan smiled.
The room was made noise proof.
Taking his shirt off, Adnan came striding towards the bed, his abs finally relieved to be out of the tightening fabric.
He started kissing her neck again, this time ferociously, giving way to the beast inside him that growled in annoyance.
Kissing and biting, he pulled her nippled in his mouth, twisting and sucking it, intensing no mercy on the poor woman, who moaned beneath him in utter bliss.
He bit on the sensitive skin of her nipple, extracting a huge gasp out of her. She squirmed again, causing the chains to make a racket.
He left that nipple, and took the second one in his mouth, chewing on it between his masculine lips and teeth.
His hands wandered down, and soon he tore her panties too, and threw them somewhere in the room.
He bit at her inner thighs, as she growled in pain and pleasure, gritting her teeth together.
Adnan than slowly proceeded to kiss up her thigh, onto the soft flesh.
Apna pehlu tatola tho aesa laga,
Dil jahan tha wahan dard hi dard hai.
(When I checked my own side,
The place where my heart used to be is now filled with pain and
just pain)
"C'mon, Naz! You will be late!"
Anna's loud voice boomed in the dormitory, as she was getting ready to leave for Dubai.
With a piece of toast in held between her lips, she put things in her bag, with lightening speed.
After a long glance at her things carving them in her mind, she picked up her handbag, and trailed the suitcase behind her.
When she came outside, she saw Anna standing beside her car and she walked towards it.
"Lemme help."
Anna said, taking the control of the suitcase, and dragged it to the car.
After putting everything inside, they both sat, relieved.
Anna started the car, and the engine became alive with noise. She backed ut out of the gates, and soon they were on the road, leading to the Oxford International Airport.
Soon after arriving, they took out all the luggage putting it down on the trolley.
It was time for Nazpari to go.
"Bye, Ann."
Naz said, looking at her quite awkwardly. Moments like these were hell for her.
She was made for pain, and by pain.
"Naz.."
Anna pulled her in a hug, and both stood like that for quite some moments.
"Take care, and remember your promise, okay?"
Anna asked, looking at her.
"Yes, I remember. I will try, Ann. I peomise. Bye."
She said, as an announcement sounded in the distance saying that her flight has arrived, and will leave in ten minutes.
"Bye!"
With that, Naz turned around pulling her suitcase behind her, and getting to check in.
When she got to her seat, and sighed.
She was finally going to the Villa, now.
And she dreaded every minute of it, as she swam on the water of memories, both losing and echoing.
They both fell on the bed, wasted.
Adnan got up, taking out the key, and opening her handcuffs.
She was dead beat. Very wasted, as she has had never done anything like that which Adnan Sultan did.
Adnan smiled, a malicious glint shining bright in his eye.
Very damn not satisfied.
"C'mon get up."
Adnan oredered.
"Adnan, I can't. I am wasted. I am tired, now."
She said, drawling. Already half in sleep.
"Get up, or I-"
Adnan commanded again.
"Nope, I gonna sleeep!"
She tittered back.
Adnan got off the bed, racking his fingers in his hair.
Trying to control his emotions, and the monster within him.
As though his life was on the verge of collapsing, he pulled the drawer open and took out a gun.
Aiming it at the sleeping girl, he fired.
A scream erupted in the room, as she twisted and turned, screamed, thrashed and pulled at her hair, but the red as sin blood continuesly spewed out of her bullet wound.
Finally after a gush of last drops of blood, her body relaxed and stilled like a cold, marble mannequin.
A smile tugged at his lips.
In gratification.