The Massage Palace - Episode 4

 

The Massage Palace - Episode 4 

The envelope lay on Malik’s desk like a ticking bomb. Inside was a demand: fifty thousand dollars by midnight, or the photos of him and Lia go viral. It wasn't just about his reputation; it was about Lia's safety, her life.

He locked the money in a bag and headed to the drop-off point—a shadowy alley behind a grimy nightclub. The rain poured down, masking his footsteps.

He waited, tense and ready. Suddenly, a figure stepped out from the darkness. It wasn't a stranger. It was DAMIAN, the owner of Elysian Touch, smiling like a shark that smelled blood.

"Malik," Damian sneered. "Nice to finally meet the competition in the flesh."

Malik’s jaw tightened. "Stay away from my business."

Damian chuckled, stepping closer. "You built a kingdom on secrets, Malik. It’s only fair I get a piece of the pie. Or maybe I should send those pictures to the press? I'm sure they'd love the headline."

Malik threw the bag at his feet. "Take it. And destroy the negatives."

Damian kicked the bag. "Money is boring. I want something more." His eyes glinted with malice. "I want your client list. The names of the women who trust you. Give me that, and maybe I'll let you keep your little shrine."

Malik’s fists clenched. It was a betrayal of everything he stood for. But he thought of Lia, of Kendra, of the sanctuary he built.

Malik returned to the Palace in a dark mood. He found KENDRA waiting in his office, looking impatient.

"You're distracted," she observed, her eyes sharp. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," he snapped, his control fraying.

"Liar." She stood up and walked over to him. "Is it another woman?"

Malik looked at her, seeing the challenge in her eyes. He needed a release. He needed to feel in control again. He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him.

"Careful, Kendra," he warned. "I'm not in the mood for games."

"Good," she purred, grinding her hips against his growing erection. "Neither am I."

He bent her over the desk, sweeping the papers aside. He hiked up her skirt, exposing her bare @ss. She wasn't wearing panties. The sight made his blood boil.

"You're soaking wet," he growled, unzipping his trousers.

"I've been waiting all day," she gasped.

He freed his hard d!ck and drove into her with a punishing rhythm. She gripped the edge of the desk, crying out as he f#cked her with raw, desperate need. The table banged against the wall, the sound echoing through the quiet office.

"Is this what you want?" he demanded, slapping her @ss.

"Yes!" she screamed. "Harder!"

He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. He pounded into her, his c#ck slamming deep. The pleasure was violent, a necessary outlet for his rage. He felt her p#ssy clench around him, milking him for all he was worth.

"Come for me," he ordered.

She shattered, her body convulsing around him. With a guttural roar, he buried himself deep and exploded, filling her with his hot c#m.

As he pulled away, adjusting his clothes, Kendra looked back at him, a satisfied smirk on her lips. But Malik’s eyes were cold. He had bought time, but the war was just beginning.

Teaser for Episode 5:

The deadline passes, but the threats don't stop. Kendra discovers the truth about the blackmail and decides to take matters into her own hands. A dangerous alliance is formed. Meanwhile, Lia returns for a session, unaware of the target on her back.

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