by Kira Barker
“I have very specific tastes,” he let me know as if he’d read my mind—or, rather, expected me to follow his directions to the letter. “I don’t like women who are a tease, and I don’t want you to fake it with me. If I can’t make you come, you need to tell me what I should do to remedy that. Sex is not satisfying for me unless we both reach our climax, and I’m more than happy to go the extra mile if that’s what you need.”
I couldn’t help but look at him with a hint of bewilderment. I had a couple of clients whose fetish was to worship me, who spent their entire time with me centered on my fulfillment rather than theirs, but Hunter was definitely not one of those.
“It’s nice of you to care about me, too,” I offered when it became clear that he was waiting for something from me.
“Call it egotistic gratification. What else than fucking you just right screams of my unchallenged masculinity?”
“What else?” I asked instead of giving him an answer that might have annoyed him.
“I want you to be forward with me, but only after I initiate things. Clearly, tonight we are beyond that part, but should your performance live up to your reputation, which I expect, I intend to engage you on all kinds of occasions. I don’t want you to molest me in front of a room full of people, but should I pull you into a nook out of sight, I expect you to get down to business quickly.”
“Literally?” I joked, seeing as he wasn’t sounding too serious in his explanation.
“Depends on the situation,” he agreed, his smile resurfacing. “I might just fuck you standing against the wall if there’s not enough room for you to kneel down.”
“Hm, I like the sound of that,” I offered, not having to work hard to put a sultry purr into my voice. “What else?”
“Tonight you will show me how to please you. How you want to be touched, how you want to be licked, how you want to be fucked. And I expect you to be thorough enough in your explanations and demonstrations that I won’t need a reminder later. I hope that doesn’t deviate too much from your plan A?”
Pursing my lips, I put my hands on my hips, aiming for a cocky stance.
“Believe it or not, I don’t have a plan A. I mold my services to each specific client’s needs, every time.”
“Good.” He nodded, then went on. “I doubt that by the time I have finished exploring every inch of your body, I will need much extra attention. Shall we resume where we left off in the car?”
“With pleasure,” I replied, then stalked over to the bed, glancing down at him critically. “Where should I begin?”
“Whatever you like to start with,” he offered, pushing himself up on his elbows.
Part of me wanted to fall back into my typical scheme—my words to him had been true, but there were a couple of rules that every girl in Brigitte’s employment always followed, making it all about the client being the first and foremost—but I held back as I studied him lying before me. His wish had been specific, and who was I to break rule number two—always give the client what he wants?
“I’m soaking wet, so it likely won’t take much to make me come,” I told him, half warning, half explanation. “And I think I want to come all over your face.”
He grinned, not coincidentally licking his lips in a rather suggestive way. Inching down a little, he extended both hands toward me, almost gallant. I took his offer, threading the fingers of my right hand through his, and let him pull me closer. The mattress gave slightly underneath my weight as I straddled his head backward. His hands slid to my thighs, pushing my ass down firmly so his lips could easily reach my pussy.
I hadn’t been kidding before—the first stroke of his tongue over my clit, followed by a wet kiss that turned to gentle suction, had my muscles clenching with need already. Closing my eyes, I gave myself to his tender care, my hands touching down lightly on his lower stomach for balance.
Before long, the flicks of his tongue turned to long, broad strokes, reaching down to my entrance but always returning to my clit to center there. Soon he had me bucking my hips against his face, requiring his hands to tighten on me to keep me in place. When I couldn’t hold out any longer, I pitched forward and took his cock between my lips, sucking hard once before I let myself tip over the edge. I couldn’t say why, but coming with a cock down my throat had always been a favorite of mine.
He slowed down but didn’t stop until I pushed myself off him, not complaining for a moment that I didn’t continue with what I’d started. Smiling, I maneuvered myself around, then bent down to kiss his lips softly, loving to taste myself on him like that. His arms came around me, pulling me close, until he had me half pressed against his side, half on top of him.
“What next?” he wanted to know when I moved back a little to catch my breath.
“Do you think I’m so insatiable that I want to go on right after my pussy just stopped spasming like crazy?”
He took that compliment for what it was and shrugged.
“Pardon my French, but as a whore, even in a slow week you likely have more sex than the most ambitious college co-ed. Of course you are insatiable.”
The fact that he said that without a hint of scorn took some of the sting out of his actual words. Just because it was the truth didn’t mean that I liked to be reminded of it all the time.
“Ah, you might have a point there.”
“I do,” he corrected me.
“You do,” I agreed, then rolled over onto my back, stretching out beside him. “Mind lending me a hand here?”
He moved closer, obediently reaching between my legs, his fingers skimming lightly over my wet, swollen pussy lips.
“How?”
“I don’t like teasing, either,” I reminded him of his previous words.
Laughing, he eased two of his fingers into me, making me arch my back and open my thighs farther for him. A loud moan tripped over my lips as he brought his thumb to my clit, circling it while his fingers started a slow, steady rhythm.
“Too much teasing?” he asked, clearly amused.
“No, just right,” I assured him, then stretched as I felt a new wave of lust wash through my entire body. And some people still didn’t understand why I loved my job.
He continued with a stoic kind of persistence, all the while watching me writhe underneath him. I briefly wondered if he’d just go on like this until his hand started to cramp if I didn’t say anything further, but that was not the kind of game I wanted to play when I got an opportunity like this.
“Kiss me. First my lips, then my neck, and if you want to, my breasts wouldn’t mind the attention, either.”
He followed suit, his lips soft against mine, his tongue stroking between them with alacrity. He shifted his body around a little so he could reach better, then trailed soft kisses over my jaw down to the side of my neck. I rewarded him with soft moans when he hit the right spots, then hissed as his lips closed around my nipple, sucking gently. He added a third finger then, increasing both the speed of his hand and stoking deeper, just so.
Rolling my hips, I lifted my right leg to drop it onto his shoulder, deepening the angle of penetration.
“Soon, now,” I whispered, oddly fascinated by watching his mouth continue to play with my nipple. “And I want to come on your cock deep inside of me.”
He paused, warm eyes glancing up to meet mine.
“Now?”
“Maybe a little later,” I replied, simply enjoying the wonderful sensations he inflicted on me. Really, he wouldn’t have needed any instructions in the first place, but for once, having that measure of control gave me a little kick.
“Just say the word,” he reminded me, and bent to my as-of-yet unattended breast.
Groping around blindly, my hand found his thigh, and from there it was a short trip to wrap my fingers around his cock. Fully hard, he immediately responded to my touch, getting harder still.
“Now,” I prompted when I felt the walls of my vagina clench hard around his fingers. “I want you to take me now, hard
and deep.”
A light scrape of teeth on my nipple, then he moved away, extricating himself from me so he could move between my legs. I raised them up to his shoulders, and he pressed a soft kiss onto each ankle before he grabbed my hips and pulled me flush against him, the head of his cock slipping between my pussy lips to stimulate my clit enticingly.
“Slow at first,” I amended my previous words. “But deep, full strokes. I want to feel all of you inside of me.”
Looking down at me, he nodded, and positioned his cock so he could sheathe himself inside of me with a powerful jerk of his hips. I groaned at the blissful intrusion, moving my hips up to meet his on the next stroke. He set a slow pace at first, but his motions were deliberate, making sure that he didn’t miss a single nerve ending inside of me.
“Do you want me to rub your clit?” he asked, already shifting one of his hands from my ankle down to my thigh.
“No, I can come from penetration alone,” I stopped him, then added with a smile, “unless you’re hard-pressed to end this as fast as possible?”
He laughed, although it came out more like a growl.
“I don’t intend to stop just because you come.”
“Good.”
And that was the last word either of us uttered for a long, long time.
True to his claim, he didn’t even slow down when I finally climaxed, but resumed a faster pace that seemed more to his liking. Too caught up in the moment to care, I was far from protesting, just letting go to enjoy the ride. When he came, the look on his face was almost peaceful, making me smile for a different reason than the physical euphoria currently raging through me.
Letting go of my feet, he sagged down over me, but held most of his weight on his hands next to my face. Then his lips captured mine in another, now tender kiss, making my mind rile just for a second until I yielded and joined in with enthusiasm. Normally, it was just the guys who wanted the girlfriend experience who liked to kiss and cuddle afterward, but who was I to protest?
Again proving to be unpredictable, he pulled away and rolled over onto his side after a few moments, stretching out with a content sound next to me. Grinning, I moved onto my side so I could look at him better, catching his gaze when his eyes fluttered open again.
“I hope that was to your satisfaction?” I asked, just a hint of teasing in my voice. If his goal had really been to make me feel great, he couldn’t have had much grounds for objections now.
“I get the feeling that with you, the answer will always be yes.”
I took that compliment with a small smile, feeling just a tad bit proud.
“It’s my job. And as you say, you value perfection.”
“That I do,” he agreed, then put his arms under his head to prop himself up a little. “Let’s talk business, then?”
I was a little surprised that he wanted to do that now, but just inclined my head.
“What exactly do you have in mind?”
“I understand that I have no claim on your time, but I would like, if possible, to set up both flexible and recurring appointments.”
Oh, someone was greedy. I liked that.
“I do have a few regulars who always insist on the same times, but besides that I’m rather flexible on three weeks’ notice.”
“That should be doable,” he agreed, then reached for his phone to scroll through his agenda. “I will email you a list of dates when I would like you to grace me with your company for official functions. If possible, with an extension until the next morning.”
I raised my brows, not quite surprised about that request, but it wasn’t usual for a client to already book me for an evening and then add the entire night.
“You know that I can easily afford you,” he offered, his grin a tad lopsided.
“For most of my clients, money is not an issue.”
Why I felt the need to remind him that he was just one of many—again—I couldn’t say, but if it had any impact on him, he didn’t show it.
“Does the prospect of sleeping over go against your rules? I prefer not to kick you out with my cum still hot, running down your thigh.”
Not that there was any chance of that, with him having been very careful to use a condom that now lay discarded in the discreetly placed trash can right under the nightstand.
“So gallant of you,” I surmised.
“That has less to do with gallantry than comfort,” he confessed. “I just love falling asleep with a warm body next to me, and if the time allows it, I’m not opposed to taking advantage of your proximity in the morning, either.”
“Absolutely no objections to that,” I let him know.
“Good. As for regular appointments, I want you every Saturday starting at three in the afternoon, until Sunday after breakfast. I have a standing golfing appointment on Sundays, but before that, I do intend to actually enjoy my weekend.”
I hesitated, but the fact that this very appointment was spanning exactly that time frame made me swallow my protest. Really, I could easily shift my free day to another day, or go without for as long as he wanted to engage my services. The price tag certainly warranted such drastic measures.
“Sounds good.”
He gave another nod, his attention still on his agenda. One look there, and I wondered if he chose to stick with escorts simply because there was no time for normal courtship in his life. Not that I cared.
“Should something come up—“ I started.
He quickly interrupted me.
“I will call to cancel as much in advance as I’m able to. Unless you fall sick, I expect you to keep our appointments as they are agreed upon.”
That came with just a hint of sharpness, reminding me to try to make sure not to shoot him down cold in the future and avoid scheduling conflicts as much as possible.
“Sounds reasonable,” I agreed.
“I knew we wouldn’t have any problems,” he told me, and put his phone away. By the time he was stretched out next to me again, I saw his cock stirring already. Pointedly looking from his dick to his face, I moved closer to plant a soft kiss on his chin.
“I presume that you’re not ready to turn in just yet?”
“You are quite right,” he agreed, but much to my surprise he cut the lights before I felt the mattress dip as he moved over me.
“No lights?” I wondered, particularly after he’d taken his time drinking me in with his eyes in every stage of sex possible.
“Indulge me, would you? Touch is so much more powerful when eyes don’t distract you,” he murmured into my ear, then nudged me onto my side as he pressed himself along the length of my body.
At his gentle insistence, I moved back into his embrace, and relaxed when I felt his hands stroke my breasts and in between my legs next.
“Whatever you want is my desire,” I promised, then moaned softly into his mouth when he kissed me and thrust his fingers back into me, now hitting all the right spots after he’d expertly hunted them down before.
I had a feeling that this was going to be a long night yet, but there was no part of me that felt like protesting.
Chapter 6
My assessment had been right—three more condoms joined the first in the trash can, the accompanying activities leaving me a little sore but quite satisfied toward the early hours of the morning. I fell asleep with his arms around me, unfamiliar but not unwelcome, both of us sweaty and sated.
I was surprised when I woke up alone, the warmth of the sun tickling my face softly. Looking around, I found the sheets next to me rumpled but cold, with the previous occupant nowhere in sight.
Relieving my bladder first, I shrugged on a white, soft-as-sin robe I found in the bathroom, then returned to the bed, only to discover the room no longer empty. Only that it wasn’t Hunter waiting for me, but a grim-faced man wearing a black suit.
One look at him, and I mentally filed him away as Hunter’s bodyguard. He certainly had the physique for it, muscles making the tailored suit look bulky rather than sleek, and
his buzz cut looked military regulation rather than fashion statement. What surprised me was that he had my dress folded perfectly over one arm, my bra, garters, and stockings draped over it, a thick, white envelope underneath.
“Mr. Hunter had me dry-clean your attire.” He practically sneered at me, although his words were politeness personified.
Incredulous, I took my clothes from him, discreetly counted the money, and when he made no move to go—or even just turn away—I simply dropped the robe and started to dress myself, paying special attention to take forever with my stockings. I was used to the occasional maid or housekeeper casting me a nasty glance or two before they ignored me, but this went a little beyond that.
“Please tell him thank you for me,” I replied testily as I contorted myself to zip up my dress. Whoever he was, he didn’t look like he was ready to lend me a hand there.
“I will. Any other messages I should relay to Mr. Hunter?”
His gravelly tone dared me to, but I shook my head, deciding that it was beneath me to engage in petty games with the help.
“No, thank you…?”
“James.”
“James?”
He gave me a suffering glance that insulted not only my very presence, but my intellect as well. “The butler.”
I would have cracked a smile if he hadn’t sounded so stuffy.
“Very well. Thank you, James.”
“My pleasure,” he ground out, clearly stating that it was everything but.
“Is Mr. Hunter still around?”
“He has left for his appointment already. It is half past eight.”
I wondered how it was my fault that I didn’t know the schedule I hadn’t been explicitly informed about, but figured that it was just as well.
“I will take my leave then.”
“I have already called you a cab. The fare is paid for.” James obviously agreed with me that it was best if I got lost quickly now.
Under his watchful gaze, I picked up my shoes and clutch, then my coat downstairs after slipping the heels on. No sooner than my ass was over the threshold did he close the door on me, making me wonder if he would have physically shoved me outside if I had been any slower.
