Lena sat in the front row of the private theater, thighs pressed together. The mysterious Lucian Voss, world-renowned illusionist, had singled her out all night with his intense gaze and teasing comments.
After the final bow, he appeared beside her seat. Tall, dark-haired, with elegant hands and a wicked smile. “Care for a truly private show, Lena? No audience. Just you… disappearing into my tricks.”
“Only if the tricks include making me come until I forget my name,” she replied boldly.
Lucian’s eyes darkened. “Naughty girl. I can make your clothes vanish, your p***y drip without touching you, and your mind melt with orgasms you’ll swear are magic. Come.”
In his luxurious backstage suite, dim lights and silk curtains set the stage. Lucian circled her slowly. “First trick… misdirection.
