Stefanos' Brunch: Pre-Holiday Gathering

Stefanos runs the Upper Floor like he runs his slaves: tight, sharp, and always on edge. He’s throwing a pre-holiday brunch, and the usual crowd is already circling the table. Nerine Mechanique sits at his side in 2011, wrists cuffed behind the chair, posture straight, eyes low. The spread is laid out, but the real meal starts when he decides she’s earned a bite. He feeds her a piece of fruit, then makes her suck the juice from his fingers while the other guests watch. Her ass stays plugged and visible, a quiet promise of what’s coming. Stefanos stands, circles her, unbuckles his belt. He bends her over the table, fucks her ass in long, steady strokes while the coffee cools and the plates sit untouched. Every thrust lands heavy, every grunt from him cuts through the clink of silverware. She takes it, face pressed to linen, breath shaking. Brunch ends when he says it ends, and he hasn’t said a thing yet.