Love My Evil Alpha

This should not come as a surprise since it is fairly uncommon to hear a lot of moaning coming from the Organ Room. I walk in there to have a look, and I don't feel the least bit ashamed to confess that the sight of all of those people fucking, writhing, and orgasming never fails to thrill and arouse me. I'm not sure why that is, but it just does. There's a chance that you'll see me around here later on tonight.
It is the room that I like spending the most time in when I'm here at The Narcissistic Club Naveda. It's not the place where you'll see the naughtiest stuff—that distinction goes to The Silo Room—but it is the place where the passion permeates the air so heavily that there's a certain wildness that kind of takes over when you join in on the fun. The Silo Room is the place where you'll see the naughtiest stuff.
You are powerless in the face of it. Possesses you.
You will then be allowed to go free.
Yeah… I shall catch up with everyone of you later on tonight.
After finding my way back to the foyer, I push open the massive double doors that are the entrance to The Social Room. Despite the fact that the sounds of sensuous music, groaning, and the rubbing of skin on flesh have all been fully restrained here, it seems to be nothing more than a high-end bar. The room is spacious and rectangular, and it has a bar that is crafted from Brazilian mahogany and trimmed in chrome. The bar extends down one wall of the room. At the bar, there is only room for standing, so there are no stools there. However, there are a number of velour chairs and couches that are covered in muted colors such as taupe, milk, gray, and brown. This space has been designed to offer a serene and refined ambiance in order to encourage conversation among visitors while they are enjoying a drink or two.

To ensure that our business always exudes an aura of refined sophistication, we have instituted a dress code for our patrons. However, compliance is necessary, even if it does not substantially limit mobility. The vast majority of people only dress professionally for two reasons: they can afford to buy more costly attire, and they want to attract attention to themselves. Because a one-day membership costs five hundred dollars, it's very virtually impossible for those who can't afford it to seem like they belong at a place like this.

When I want my favorite drink, which is vodka on the rocks, I ask one of the bartenders for it, and they bring it to the end of the bar where I am sitting. After that, I go and sit down. As the owner of this club, it is my responsibility to monitor the activities that take place inside its walls. Even if they were sitting right in front of me, most people would probably not be able to pick up on the subtleties that I am able to perceive clearly because of my past experience in military special operations.

Even though it is only a few minutes after nine o'clock in the evening, there is already a big crowd here, which is uncommon for a Wednesday. The time is only a few minutes after nine o'clock in the evening.

My focus shifts to the commotion that is taking place at the entrance, where I can make out Sofia walking down of the elevator. The Narcissistics may be found on the 46th floor of the Casino. If you want to see them, go here. Customers must first make it past the security guards who are stationed on the first floor and then utilize the elevator that is directly linked to The Wicked Horse in order to enter the club. If they are successful in doing so, they will be granted access.

You're right, she has a stunning appearance, Sofia. Despite the fact that it seems to be rather simple, the dress that she is wearing is unquestionably expensive. It is crimson, and it is fashioned precisely to her body. Given how perfectly it fits, there is just no way that one could accuse it of being sleazy. She wears black heels with her bare legs and has chocolate-colored hair that falls down the back of her neck. Her skin is golden, and her eyes are a light brown color with a lot of expression in them. Her complexion is golden. At this very moment, there is no question that she is the most beautiful woman in the pub. It gets my dick working every time she sets her attention on me before approaching toward me with a seductive swing of her hips and a wicked smirk on her lips, and I'm not going to lie about that. I'm not going to sugarcoat it.
This evening is going to be a lot of fun for each and every one of us.
"Aiden," she murmurs as she comes closer to me and leans down to get a peck on the cheek from me.
As soon as she takes a step back, I exclaim to her, "You look absolutely lovely." I haven't seen you around lately, but I've been searching for you. I hope everything is going well.

She continues by saying, "Jace has not been traveling as much, and as you are well aware, when he's home, he gets all of my attention," before proceeding to the bartender to make an order for a glass of wine. "Steven has not been away from home as much recently."
"What the heck is going on with Steven?" The reason I am inquiring about this is due to the fact that Sofia's husband also belongs to this group. They are big-time swingers and like trading partners, which is something that the majority of our regular members do. They are a part of our community and contribute to its overall culture. Even though the vast majority of the people who frequent this location are already in committed relationships, it does not prevent them from sometimes participating in some outrageous sexual conduct. Both Steven and Sofia are OK with the thought that the other person may come to the home by themselves at any moment, and they are both open to the possibility. In spite of the fact that their relationship is somewhat peculiar, it seems to have been extremely fruitful for them.
As she swings around to face me again, there is a sense of real worry audible in her voice as she continues, "He's fatigued." "I genuinely hope that he would cut down on his traveling, but you already know that he is not going to do that," she said. "You already know that he is not going to do that."
I nod in understanding. When you enjoy what you do, it doesn't feel like work at all. Both Steven and Sofia have established themselves as prominent professionals in the area of law. Diamonds are Steven's trade of choice. Both of them have spent their whole lives in this particular part of Naveda. They have been paying clients ever since we opened our doors, but you won't see them very often since they put in a lot of effort, so don't expect to have a lot of interactions with them.

The bottle of wine that belongs to Sofia is set down on the bar by the sommelier. When I tell him, "Put it on my tab," he responds with laughter.
The bartender offers a knowing gesture, and as she raises her perfectly manicured hand to her drink, Sofia smiles warmly at me and gives a knowing nod of her own. I can speak from personal experience when I say that those nails prefer to