Temptation’s Price

By Gianni Shamari

Copyright ©2026

New York City’s nightlife pulsed like a living thing. Neon lights danced across towering skyscrapers, casting a medley of colors. Billionaire playboy Maré stepped into the crowded club, the thumping bass of 2Pac’s “Temptations” song vibrating through his veins. The air was thick with desire. That’s when he saw her – a vision in black leather; her curves hugged by the fitted jacket. Meet Shardae, 39, New York’s beloved figure model! With her striking hazel eyes, iconic pixie cut, and tall, statuesque 5’11” frame, she embodied the perfect blend of elegance and irresistible confidence.

Her eyes locked onto his, and Maré felt the spark.

“Temptation’s calling,” Shardae whispered, her voice husky.

Shardae gestured for Maré to join her, weaving through the lively crowd and pulsing music. The air was alive with the warmth of bodies and the captivating scents of perfume. In a cozy private room, the city lights sparkled beyond the window. With a playful smile, she drew Maré closer, their lips tantalizingly close.

“I want you,” Shardae breathed.

Maré’s hands explored her curves, the leather creaking softly. “I want you.”

Shardae’s fingers traced his jawline. “Give in,” she whispered.

The music and the city’s energy electrified Maré’s passion. He surrendered to temptation.

“Take me,” she moaned.

Their wet lips met, the world dissolving into sensation. Maré held her close.

“Temptation’s price?” Maré asked.

“Forever,” Shardae replied with a wicked smile.

Moonlight streamed through the skyscraper’s windows, illuminating the luxurious room.

Maré gazed into her eyes, still burning with desire.

“Forever’s a long time,” Maré whispered.

Her fingers traced Maré’s lips. “I’m willing to risk it.”

“Let’s get lost in New York,” Maré suggested.

Leaving the club hand in hand, they embraced the vibrant energy of Manhattan. The city buzzed with the joyful sounds of honking taxis and laughter. The tantalizing aromas of delicious street food wafted through the air, tempting them at every turn. They delighted in their adventure as they approached a sleek red Chevrolet Corvette parked right in the heart of the action.

Maré slipped into the driver’s seat of his sleek red Chevrolet Corvette, the leather creaking softly as Shardae settled into the passenger side. The Friday night air was alive with the hum of the city, the distant thrum of music and chatter carried on the breeze. As Maré fired up the engine, the V8 rumbled to life, its throaty growl echoing off the Manhattan streets. Shardae smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement, as you pulled away from the curb.

“Love the way this baby sounds,” Shardae said, her voice husky and smooth.

Maré grinned, feeling the rush of adrenaline as the Corvette’s tires gripped the asphalt.

“Glad you approve,” Maré replied, shifting gears as he accelerated onto the Brooklyn Bridge.

The city lights blurred by, a medley of colors and lights reflecting off the East River. Sade leaned back in her seat, her hair blowing gently in the wind, as Maré navigated the winding streets of Dumbo. The sound system kicked in, Sade’s “The Sweetest Taboo” filled the car, and the smooth, soulful sound of her voice mingled with the hum of the engine. Maré and Shardae both sang along, their voices blending in harmony.

Maré turned onto Jay Street, the iconic Dumbo buildings loomed ahead, their brick facades glowing warmly in the evening light. Shardae pointed to a loft building, its windows aglow with a soft, golden light.

“That’s mine,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Can’t wait to get you upstairs.”

Maré smiled, feeling a flutter in his chest as he pulled into a parking spot. The Corvette’s engine died, and the sudden silence was filled with anticipation.

“Ready when you are,” Maré said, his voice low and inviting.

Shardae smiled, her eyes locked on him. “Let’s go.”

Inside the loft, the moonlight filtered through the tall windows, casting playful patterns on the wooden floor. The air was fragrant with linseed oil and the faint, sweet scent of paint, mingling like an unspoken promise. The loft was a sanctuary, filled with canvases waiting to come alive, their surfaces blank yet brimming with potential. Shardae pulled Maré into the corner and pushed him gently but firmly against the brick wall. From the nearby window, the Manhattan skyline twinkled like diamonds. Maré pulled Shardae closer, the city lights reflecting in her eyes. Without a word, Shardae closed the distance, their lips crashing with a familiar intensity that sent sparks racing through her. His taste lingered like sweet chocolate, familiar and exhilarating.

“I love the feeling of your lips,” Maré told her.

Shardae smiled and replied, “Before we take this to the next level, I have a favor I want you to do for me. I read in GoodFellas magazine that your hidden talent is painting. I want you to paint me.”

“Really?” Maré smiled.

“Yes,” Shardae beamed.

“What did you have in mind?” Maré asked.

Shardae’s smile grew wider. “Something that captures my personality, my spirit. I want it to be raw and honest.”

Maré nodded, his mind already racing with ideas. “I’m with it. Reveal yourself to me,” Maré whispered, his voice laced with an irresistible smoothness.

Shardae’s eyes sparkled with excitement. With a slow, deliberate motion, she shed her leather jacket, allowing it to slip from her shoulders. The cool night air caressed her skin, accentuating the intricate lace of the camisole that clung to her curves, the patterns a delicate contrast against her smoothness. Shardae stood before the canvas, a muted gray backdrop behind her, feeling all her nervousness melt away. The scent of turpentine and linseed oil hung in the air, a familiar scent that signaled the start of their masterpiece.

Shardae lay on the floor, striking a provocative pose. She gazed at Maré, looking directly in his eyes as if lost in a quiet memory. The moonlight illuminated her naked body exquisitely. Maré knew this moment was magical as he got to painting. As the captivating instrumental of 2Pac’s “Temptations” played in the background, it beautifully set the perfect mood for this magical moment. Maré dipped the brush into rich, velvety paint, the scent of turpentine and linseed oil wafting through the air as he worked to capture the curves of Shardae. Shardae’s laughter echoed through the loft, her warm voice a gentle contrast to the cool, industrial space.

“You’re bringing out the contours of my body,” Shardae said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Maré smiled, his focus on the canvas as he mixed colors on the palette. “You’re a beautiful subject, inspiring me to get creative with the brushstrokes.”

Shardae’s curves seemed to glow in the soft, natural light pouring in from the loft’s large windows. Maré worked to capture the subtle play of light and shadow on her skin, the paint gliding smoothly across the canvas. As he painted, the sounds of downtown Brooklyn drifted in – the hum of traffic, the chatter of passersby, the wail of sirens in the distance. Shardae’s presence was calming, her confidence and comfort with her body inspiring.

“Can I see?” Shardae asked, rising from her pose.

Maré hesitated, not wanting to break the flow of his work. “Almost done, just a few more touches.”

Shardae’s smile was understanding, and she settled back into her pose, her curves a sensual delight to capture on canvas. The scent of paint and creativity filled the air, the atmosphere vibrant with artistic expression. As Maré finished the final brushstrokes, Shardae’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“Let me see,” Shardae repeated, her voice gentle but insistent.

Maré stepped back, revealing the canvas. Shardae’s gaze lingered on the painting, her expression softening.

“What do you think?” Maré asked.

“You captured me perfectly,” she said, her voice filled with emotion.

The painting pulsed with life, the colors vibrant and expressive. Maré felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing he’d brought the Shardae’s beauty to life on canvas.

“Thank you,” Maré responded, smiling. “You’re a wonderful subject.”

Shardae smiled back, her eyes shining with appreciation. “I feel like I’m a part of your art now.”

As Maré began to clean the brushes, the Shardae’s voice stopped him. “I want you to fuck me.”

Maré’s fingers began tracing the contours of Shardae’s body as she inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent of night-blooming jasmine wafting through the open window. Maré’s hands gently traced Shardae’s body, lingering on his favorite parts. Maré’s sensual touches left goosebumps on her arms. The warm, fuzzy feeling spread through Shardae’s body.

“More…” Shardae breathed, her tone a tantalizing invitation, as electricity crackled between them.

Maré stripped out of his designer clothes in a New York minute. His naturally perfect, toned physique impressed Shardae, who bit her bottom lip. Shardae dropped to her knees and took Maré’s cock in her mouth. Slowly and seductively, Shardae performed fellatio on him. She circled her tongue around the head of his shaft and licked his balls before deep-throating him.

“Oh, baby,” Maré groaned.

Shardae mesmerized Maré with her erotic eye contact as she slobbered and soaked his dick in her warm mouth while playing with his balls. After worshipping Maré’s cock, Shardae was ready to take it to the next level.

“My body is your playground, and it’s time for you to explore it.” Shardae winked. “Take me.”

She pulled Maré on top of her as they landed on the queen-sized plush mattress. Maré kissed her full, wet lips before exploring her voluptuous body. His tongue danced around her perfect breasts, causing her nipples to become extra erect, and then slid down to her deep navel.

“I love your sexy navel,” Maré expressed. “It’s so unique and fascinating. The way it seems to draw me in, like a little mystery waiting to be explored.”

After having fun licking her navel, Shardae’s pussy eagerly awaited his attention. Maré moved down to Shardae’s wet, throbbing pussy and performed cunnilingus on her. He nibbled, licked, and sucked her deliciously juicy clit.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Shardae moaned.

She held Maré tight and in place with a two-handed grip to keep his head between her toned legs. Maré, the cunnilingus expert, voraciously pleased and pleasured Shardae beyond her desires. He wrapped his mouth around her pussy as his tongue thrust her clit. Maré focused on the positive reaction of Shardae’s body and perfectly stimulated it. He lavished in the exquisite taste of Shardae’s pussy as his hands roamed her soft figure. The pleasure filled Shardae with orgasmic bliss, which had her body trembling as she squirted in Maré’s face.

“That’s what I like,” Maré slurped.

When Shardae’s orgasm subsided, she tasted her natural erotic juices off Maré’s fingers before sliding his dick inside her pussy. Slowly, Maré began drilling her before he sped up the pace. He dicked Shardae down masterfully, taking her to ecstasy beyond her dreams.

“Baby girl, you feel as good as you look,” Maré moaned. “Give me all of you.”

Shardae enjoyed every second of the epic penetration as she pulled Maré deeper inside her. Their eye contact was unmatched as the sensation had them in a sexual frenzy while their bodies entwined. Maré continued pumping Shardae with long, fast strokes until she had another orgasm, creaming all over his dick.

Breathing heavily, Shardae said, “You made me cum so hard. Your dick is incredible.”

Chuckling, Maré gently flipped Shardae on her stomach and aligned his cock with her second intimate hole. Then he smoothly inserted his shaft deep inside Shardae and proceeded to bang her doggystyle. Maré grabbed Shardae’s hips and thrusted her harder and faster. Her ass giggled from the pounding. The backshots had Shardae losing her mind because of the intense pleasure as she looked over her shoulders, meeting Maré thrust for thrust. This was raw fucking at its finest.

“Your ass is amazing,” Maré murmured. “I love how you throw it back to me.”

“Your dick makes me feel so good,” Shardae panted. “Fuck me until you cum.”

Shardae’s dirty talk energized Maré to increase his thrusting speed and power. He wasn’t going to let up; inside, she felt incredible. Shardae’s perfect ass slapped against Maré’s pelvis, which echoed in the room. Maré felt himself nearing a soul-shaking orgasm. After two hard pumps, Maré exploded deep inside Shardae’s ass. Once he finished ejaculating, he slapped his dick on her ass, feeling sexual content on adding another hot girl to his pussy conquest list. Then he lay beside Shardae, massaging her ass.

“That was epic,” Maré said.

Shardae giggled. “Spectacular.”

She rolled on her back as she caught her breath. Smiling, her hand wandered down to Maré’s dick, and she began stroking him. They kissed and relaxed in the afterglow of the epic sex they’d just had. Outside, the city’s vibrant sounds faded into a distant murmur, replaced by the rhythmic thump of their hearts. The world melted away, leaving only the intoxicating intensity of their shared passion.

Afterward, they found themselves lost in each other’s gaze, the city’s bustle fading around them.

“Forever’s sealed,” Maré whispered.

His voice was low and rich, sending a warm shiver down Shardae’s spine. She chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Temptation’s price,” Shardae replied.

The words lingered in the chilly evening air like the scent of roasted chestnuts from a nearby vendor. As night descended over Manhattan, they meandered through the vibrant streets of Times Square, the electrifying pulse of the city thrumming beneath their feet. Neon lights flickered and shimmered, casting a colorful display that painted their faces. Maré pulled Shardae closer, his strong arms wrapping around her like a protective cocoon.

“Can you feel it?” Maré asked, his breath warm against her ear. “This city—it’s alive.”

Shardae leaned into him, inhaling the intoxicating mix of city smells—street food, rain-soaked concrete, and the faint scent of warm pretzels.

“As long as I’m with you, it feels like home,” Shardae murmured, smiling.

At that moment, beneath the vivid glow of the city, Maré couldn’t help but agree. In the heart of New York City, amidst the chaos and wonder, he found erotic temptations that he had never known before.

About Gianni Shamari:

New York native Gianni Shamari coined the term “champagne erotica,” a fast-paced erotic story that captures the celebration of the champagne lifestyle. He made his publishing debut with the erotic tale “Another Best Erotic Night Of My Life” in 2016, The Very Best of Bare Back Magazine anthology. Gianni has been writing for Bare Back Magazine for eight years. His novellas "Monica Hershel: Predator on Top" and "His Highness, the Philogynist" established him as an author. Gianni's third erotic novella, "Maré & Monica: The Best of Both Worlds," showed his growth as a writer. He just released his fourth erotic novella, "Ecstasy Around the World," which is a must-read.