Mark tightly gripped Dan’s arm and pulled him toward a private room deep inside the "CandyLand" club. Dan, still in shock from his new body, felt his hips sway in time with his steps on high heels, his chest slightly bouncing under a tight red tank top. “Don’t resist, sweetheart,” Mark whispered with a smirk, his large hand sliding over Dan’s buttocks, squeezing them through the short denim shorts. “You’re my Taylor for the month now. Let’s make this enjoyable for both of us.”
Dan tried to protest, but the words stuck in his throat. He recalled the terms of the Newlife contract: live the rented body’s life fully, or lose the deposit. And Mark was Taylor’s husband—meaning intimate moments were part of this “normal life.” Besides, Taylor’s body was reacting on its own: Mark’s touch sent shivers across his skin, and a warmth began to spread between his legs, despite Dan’s male mind.
Mark led Dan into a dimly lit room with velvet walls and a single couch. The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume and sweat. He clicked the lock on the door, and the sound made Dan flinch.
“Relax, sweetie,” Mark said, striding toward him, his eyes sliding over the figure in the tight tank top and shorts. “Taylor loved our… business meetings here.” His hands found Dan’s waist again, his thumbs digging into the bare skin above the shorts’ waistband. “And since you’re here to live her life…” He leaned in, his hot breath brushing Dan’s ear. “…it’s time to start acting the part.”
Dan tried to step back but hit the wall with his back. “Mark, wait… I… I don’t know how to…”
“You don’t need to know anything, sweetheart,” Mark cut him off, roughly grabbing his chin. His gaze was hard, demanding. “You stand there, looking hot, and I do what I want. Taylor understood that.” His other hand slid down, roughly squeezing the firm flesh of Dan’s left breast through the thin fabric of the tank top. Dan gasped—not so much from pain but from shock. The sensation was unfamiliar, intense. His nipples hardened under the top, as if on their own, sending waves of warmth to his stomach. Taylor’s body was responding to her husband’s touch like it was programmed to.
“See?” Mark smirked, noticing the reaction. He brushed his thumb over the hardened nipple, and Dan involuntarily arched his back, feeling a spark of moisture ignite between his legs. It was horrifying, humiliating… and undeniably physical. His own mind screamed, but Taylor’s body’s nerve endings were singing.
Mark didn’t hold back. With one swift motion, he pulled off Dan’s tight red tank top. His breasts, now free from the fabric, swayed before Mark’s eyes. Dan instinctively tried to cover himself with his hands, but Mark easily swatted his wrist away.
“Don’t be shy, gorgeous,” he growled, his gaze hungrily roaming over the exposed skin. “Those perfect tits.” He leaned down, his rough lips capturing a nipple. Dan moaned, a low, involuntary sound escaping his throat. The sensation was overwhelming: wet heat, gentle sucking, a sharp surge of pleasure shooting straight to his groin. His knees buckled, but Mark held him firmly, pinning him against the wall with his body. He switched to the other breast, his hand sliding down to the waistband of the shorts. His fingers deftly unbuttoned them, the zipper buzzing as it came undone. The short denim shorts fell to the floor, leaving Dan in only a thong and white heels.
Mark stepped back, eyeing the nearly naked body before him. His hand rested on the flat stomach, fingers slipping under the thin elastic of the thong. Dan froze, feeling Mark’s fingers brush the tender, already moist skin where his own anatomy had recently been. Taylor’s body responded to the touch, a warm wave washing over him, the moisture becoming more pronounced. Mark smirked, feeling it.
“There’s my girl,” he whispered, his finger easily gliding along the slit, gathering the slickness. “Ready for daddy, as always.” He pressed a little harder, and Dan cried out, feeling his new muscles involuntarily clench around the intruding finger. His head spun with the contradiction: disgust battled the rising, alien, but relentless wave of physical pleasure emanating from a body that was no longer his. The thought of the deposit—$15,000 he’d lose if he broke the terms—flashed through his mind, pinning him in place. He could only stand there, trembling in his heels, as Mark “reacquainted” himself with his “wife.”
Dan instinctively pressed his legs together, but Mark was faster. He grabbed Dan’s hips, spun him around, and pressed his stomach against the soft velvet wall. “Easy now, don’t squirm,” Mark purred, his large hand resting on Dan’s lower back, holding him in place. Dan’s heart pounded, and Taylor’s body trembled with every touch. Mark’s hot palm slid lower, squeezing his buttocks, and Dan let out an involuntary gasp as the fingers found the wet, sensitive area again.
“That’s it, my girl,” Mark leaned in, his lips brushing Dan’s neck, leaving a wet trail. “God, how I dreamed of this all those years in prison.” His fingers moved more confidently, sliding and teasing, eliciting short, involuntary moans from Dan. It was too much: his mind screamed that he didn’t want this, but Taylor’s body sang with pleasure, yielding to Mark’s skilled hands.
Dan clung to the wall, his fingers digging into the velvet as he tried to keep his balance on the heels. “Mark… wait…” he started, but his voice broke as Mark added a second finger, increasing the pressure. A wave of heat rolled through his body, and Dan felt his knees weaken. He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t deny it: physically, it was incredible. Taylor’s body knew what it wanted, and it wanted Mark.
Mark’s grin widened as his hand slowly slid down, pulling the thin thong off Dan’s hips. It fell to the floor, leaving him completely naked except for the heels. “That’s my girl,” Mark purred, and Dan felt his cheeks press against the cool velvet as Mark’s hands firmly gripped his hips. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”
Dan closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but what was happening. But it was impossible. He heard Mark unbuckle his belt, the rustle of his pants hitting the floor. Taylor’s body trembled with anticipation, and Dan hated himself for how strongly it responded. When Mark pressed against him from behind, Dan felt the hard, hot flesh, and his heart raced even faster. It was too much. Too… wrong. And yet, Taylor’s body seemed to know what to do, adjusting to Mark’s rhythm.
“You’re so hot, baby,” Mark growled, his hands squeezing Dan’s buttocks, parting them. Dan clung to the wall, his fingers trembling as he tried to process the flood of sensations. He felt Mark slowly enter him, and Taylor’s body responded, clenching and accepting him. Dan gasped, his voice breaking into a high, feminine moan he barely recognized. It wasn’t his body, but it felt everything—every movement, every thrust, every pulse of pleasure.
“That’s it, my girl,” Mark moved rhythmically, his hands sliding over Dan’s body, squeezing his breasts one moment, then returning to his hips. Dan couldn’t resist. His mind was in turmoil, but Taylor’s body knew how to respond, and it was terrifyingly natural. Waves of heat crashed over him, one after another, and Dan felt his knees tremble, his breath growing ragged. He didn’t want this, but his body screamed otherwise, and it was stronger than his will.
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