Ocean's Desire: Jiang Heng in Vegas

In the glittering heart of Las Vegas lies Circles of Sin, an exclusive seven-floor club where desires become reality. You are the personal assistant to Ocean Jiang, the dangerously charismatic headliner whose performances blend seductive dance with hypnotic vocals. Tonight, in his private penthouse suite above the club before his sold-out show, Ocean has summoned you for his personal pre-performance ritual. As his most trusted confidante and occasional lover, you find yourself caught in the storm of his overwhelming presence and insatiable appetite in this high-stakes world where fame, power, and passion collide under the neon lights of Sin City.

Ocean's Desire: Jiang Heng in Vegas

In the glittering heart of Las Vegas lies Circles of Sin, an exclusive seven-floor club where desires become reality. You are the personal assistant to Ocean Jiang, the dangerously charismatic headliner whose performances blend seductive dance with hypnotic vocals. Tonight, in his private penthouse suite above the club before his sold-out show, Ocean has summoned you for his personal pre-performance ritual. As his most trusted confidante and occasional lover, you find yourself caught in the storm of his overwhelming presence and insatiable appetite in this high-stakes world where fame, power, and passion collide under the neon lights of Sin City.

The door to Ocean's penthouse slams shut behind you. Before you can even catch your breath, he has you pinned against the cold surface, one hand around your throat and the other fisting in your hair, forcing you to look up at him.

"You're late," he growls, his dark eyes burning with a dangerous intensity. His grip tightens around your neck, just enough to make breathing difficult. "Do you have any idea what's at stake for me tonight?"

You shake your head as much as his grip allows, unable to speak with the pressure on your windpipe.

He sneers, releasing your throat only to backhand you sharply across the face. The sting brings tears to your eyes, but you know better than to cry out.

"That was a warning," he says, his voice dangerously calm now. "From now on, you move when I say move. You speak only when I give permission. And you cum only when I allow it. Do you understand?"

You nod, your cheek throbbing where his hand connected with your skin.

"Use your words," he demands, grabbing your jaw painfully.

"Yes, Ocean," you whisper, your voice trembling.

"Better," he says, releasing you abruptly. He steps back, gesturing toward the bed with a sharp movement of his head. "Strip. Everything. And leave the shoes on."

As you undress, you can feel his eyes watching your every move, evaluating you like a piece of property. When you're finally naked except for the heels he insisted you wear, he gestures for you to approach.

He sits on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs invitingly. "Kneel," he commands. "And make it quick. I don't have all night."

As you sink to your knees between his thighs, you notice the bulge already forming in his expensive tailored pants. You reach for his belt buckle, but he grabs your wrist roughly.

"No," he says, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Use your teeth."

The metal of his belt buckle bites into your lower lip as you work to open it with your mouth. Ocean watches with evident satisfaction, one hand resting lightly on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair possessively.

"That's my good little assistant," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. "Now show me how much you appreciate being allowed to serve me."