by Galia Ryan
“Then I suggest you learn better control. Please don’t forget it is my pleasure that should be paramount in your thoughts. Your inability to keep yourself in check is very disappointing.”
Adam’s fingers continued probing. Two fingers slipped inside as far as the first knuckle while the pad of his thumb continued to tease her clit. Her skin was glistening with sweat as she put all of her efforts into withholding her orgasm. Even so, she couldn’t stop herself pushing down for relief.
Suddenly his fingers were removed and she almost screamed in frustration. She needed to cum so badly. This was like that time with Stephanie, only much, much worse.
“More champagne?” he asked, holding her empty glass.
She was shaking and her knees were weak. Unable to stand alone, she reached for the arm of the sofa. Never had she experienced such intense sensations. How had she permitted that to happen? He had manipulated her, and she had let him. Worse, she wanted more. She wanted to be fucked. Fucked deep and hard. What on earth would Stephanie say if she could see her? Every one of her rules had gone out the window.
“Chloe. Come. Sit down here.” Adam had stretched out in a chair and was gesturing to the floor. “What are you feeling now?” he asked.
“I really want to cum, Master, but I understand I am here for your pleasure, and not my own.”
Thankfully her alter ego had returned again, and with it a sense of control.
“Thank you Chloe. Do you understand the difference between want and need?”
“I think so, Master.”
“Then let’s consider the fact that you want to cum. I appreciate your situation, but you must understand that ‘want’ is something I will not allow you to indulge in.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Instead, you should have an overwhelming need to please the person who has paid good money to use you. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Adam waited for her acknowledgement before continuing.
“So now I am going to use your cunt because, like you, I want to cum. However, unlike you, I am going to do so.”
Adam stood and removed his shirt. Anna stared. His chest was broad and powerful, his belly taut. There was nothing she could do. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move. He lowered his jeans and then his shorts. His cock, large and smooth with a thick vein that ran along the underside, was only inches from her mouth. Anna caught her breath.
“Take it in your mouth,” he instructed.
She moistened her lips and leaned forward, snaking out her tongue to lick the tip before swirling it around and under the glans. Then, obediently, she sucked him into her mouth and tightened her lips around the shaft. As she rocked back and forth, she used her tongue and saliva to ease any friction, hoping that her efforts pleased him. But then he twisted her hair and forced her face hard against his groin, and she realised he not only wanted unrestricted access to her mouth, but also to her throat. Wanting to please she fought hard not to gag and made a concerted effort to relax as his cock tried to gain entry. But her throat refused to give and became sore under his assault.
Adam had no intention of giving up; each thrust was more and more determined, until finally the head of his cock was lodged in place.
Breathing hard and noisily through her nose, Anna struggled to contain her panic and her retching. He held her still, allowing her to get used to the sensation.
“Good girl, Chloe. You are doing very well. Just concentrate on your breathing.”
He eased out only slightly, ensuring the bulk of his cock remained where it was, and then pressed back in. She was grateful he hadn’t pulled right out. She was not sure her throat would have accepted a second full-on assault. As awful as it felt, she was proud of herself.
“Thank you Chloe.” He pulled out of her mouth, leaving trails of saliva to settle on her chin. “With a little more practice it won’t be anywhere near as arduous. Now, lie back on the sofa and open your legs for me.
The sofa was so long that even lying down, she did not touch either end of it. She opened her legs as wide as possible, lifting one over the back and dropping the other to the floor.
“Chloe. Before I cum I want to watch you play with your clit.”
She closed her eyes and obediently slipped her middle finger between lips already slick with her own pre-cum. With her legs so far apart, she had no doubt that Adam enjoyed a full view of her hole, which must be glistening invitingly. Her breath caught at the realisation of her own vulnerability.
“Tell me what you need, Chloe.”
“I need to please you, Master.”
“You have started to please me already, my Chloe. Do you want to know what will really please me now?”
“Yes.” She moaned. “Tell me.”
“I want to hear you beg me to fuck your soaking wet cunt. I want,” he paused, leaning over her to murmur the words, “I want you to beg for my cum. But only if that is truly what you want. Or should we stop now?”
His face was only inches above hers and he darted his tongue into her mouth.
“Please, Master.” She was almost incoherent as she tormented her swollen clit. “Use me. I beg you. Use my cunt. Fill me full of your cum. I only want to please you.”
She felt the sofa give as he positioned himself between her legs. Belatedly she realised she had not given him a condom.
“Lift yourself,” he ordered.
Then his cock was at her opening. It felt so good, so hard. She held her breath.
Still Adam held back.
“Master, use me, I beg you, use me.” She lifted herself higher, trying to impale herself on him.
Then her world exploded as he thrust into her, taking her as if she was a common streetwalker.
Chapter 11.
Anna had been awake for hours when her alarm went off the following morning. She felt as if she had the flu. Her head and throat hurt. Could she possibly be having a migraine? Cautiously she fixed on a point on the ceiling. No dancing lights. Not a migraine, then. The soreness in her throat was understandable, all things considered. She hauled herself up and her brain rolled around in her skull. Surely she was not going to be sick?
She couldn’t go to work. Give it a couple of hours and she’d call in, tell them she thought whatever she had might be contagious. They certainly wouldn’t want her on the lending floor then. She lay back and pulled the duvet over her head. In reality she knew exactly what was wrong with her. In one word: Adam. How dare anyone treat her like that? She had completely misjudged him and let her guard down. Reason offered that in that case the fault was as much hers as his. After all, wasn’t she the professional and he the client? She should have been able to control the situation. So why hadn’t she?
“Because he suckered me,” she said out loud.
“Did he?” The voice of reason responded. “Or did he show you a side of yourself you had no idea existed? Maybe that’s what you don’t like.”
Her nipples tingled.
Rarely did she bring herself off after being with a client. There was no reason to do so; after all it was simply a job and very few of her clients really turned her on anyhow. Perhaps it was because Adam had insisted she not cum that she was reacting this way. Was her anger really just pent-up frustration?
She slipped a hand between her legs and stroked her clit.
She would not see him again. In fact she could make that happen. All she had to do was tell Maddie she would not be available if he ever asked for her. That would show him she wasn’t one to tolerate such cavalier treatment.
Her “Master”! What a joke. She arched her back, rubbing furiously.
For the rest of the day she dozed on and off, getting out of bed only to watch a little television. The following morning she called the bank again. She was sorry, but she was no better. Yes, she realised that on the third day of sickness there would be a requirement for a medical letter. Later, when Maddie called with a booking for that night Anna repeated that she was not feeling well.
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��Oh hun, that’s not good. You’ve got plenty of aspirin and such?”
“Yes, I’ve got all that sort of stuff.”
“Okay, you take care.”
She felt guilty. It was not Maddie’s fault or the agency’s that she had lost control with a client and was sulking.
There was only one place she could really vent. Throwing on track pants and a t-shirt and grabbing a towel just in case she still had energy afterwards for a swim she made her way down to the gym.
She was relieved to find it unoccupied. Determined to channel her anger into something more positive she scrolled though her iPod to find the tracks she needed. Then she began to pound the treadmill. Ten minutes later she increased her speed and blocked out everything except her rhythm and the machine’s digital readout of her heartbeat.
Given the number of apartments in the complex, she was surprised to have been alone at all, but the arrival of another fitness enthusiast was still unwelcome. She reset her speed to an even higher level, hoping to signify she was there for a serious workout and would not welcome distractions. Thankfully the newcomer took the hint and moved out of her line of sight. Even so she was more than annoyed when her earphones failed to block out the loud clanging of weights rising and falling. Just how much noise can one person make? she thought crossly.
When she moved to the cross trainer, he glanced her way and she forced a smile, hoping he wouldn’t see it as an invitation to talk. He didn’t, nor did he return the gesture. Perversely, she didn’t know whether to be pleased or feel rebuffed.
Thirty minutes later she had completed her routine and, pleased with her progress, decided a few lengths of the pool would cool her down.
“Great minds, huh?” He was holding open the poolroom door for her, allowing a drift of warm chlorine scented air to escape. “Don’t worry, I’m not following you. I actually spend more time here than in the gym.”
Anna hesitated. He didn’t look like he was considering anything untoward, but you could never be sure. Her eyes lingered on the close fit of his sports shirt. He certainly looked as if he could handle himself.
“It’s okay, I don’t bite. Name’s Jake. I’m on the fourteenth floor if you want to check me out.”
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to be rude. I might call it a day though.”
“No problem.” He passed through the door and was gone.
Chapter 12.
Anna felt guilty. She hadn’t seen her father for a while. Ever since her mother had died she could hardly face going home. There were just too many painful memories. It didn’t help that her father had refused to allow anyone to touch his wife’s clothes or even tidy away the personal things she had left unwanted when she went into the hospice. Not that the house was untidy. Her father followed a regimented routine. If he cooked, he rinsed his plate and cutlery by hand and returned them to the cupboard immediately after eating. After washing in the morning, he wiped all the surfaces of the bathroom, and before retiring for the night, plumped up the cushions on the settee.
“It’s in case your mother comes home,” Anna’s aunt had explained the last time she had visited.
“But he knows she’s dead.”
“Of course he does. There’s just a little part of him that can’t accept it. It’s his way of coping.”
Uncomfortable with his grief, Anna resorted to a regular phone call every Saturday morning. They were stilted conversations; she found it hard to find things to say which would interest him. One Saturday she mentioned she was considering applying for promotion.
“That’s wonderful.”
“It could mean I’d have to go to a branch.”
“A local one, or one farther away?” His voice was querulous, and her heart sank. She might not see him as often as she should, but she was obviously his lifeline.
“Could be either. You still going to the club?”
“Uh huh.”
It had taken a while, but eventually Anna’s father had found the strength to leave the house for something other than to stock up on groceries. Anna hoped that renewing his membership at the returned serviceman’s club would offer him much needed company and a new purpose in life.
“Good. Okay, Dad. I’ll call you next week.”
“Okay love.”
When she called with details of Anna’s client for that evening, Maddie couldn’t wait to mention he was a regular on a TV soap.
“Danny Marlowe,” she repeated. “You know, he plays the doctor. That one who fancies his boss.”
“Really?” Anna had no idea who Maddie was talking about. She didn’t watch a lot of television, and when she did it was hardly ever a soap. She preferred to relax with a good DVD.
“Should I ask for his autograph?” she joked. “Tell him to make it to Maddie with love?”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Okay. So where do I meet him?”
Maddie gave her the name of a five-star hotel.
At the hotel, the concierge looked Anna over. Rarely did staff stop her and politely ask if they could be of help, and on the few occasions it had happened it had always been in a hotel with a first class reputation. This was definitely one of those. Making her way to the bank of lifts, she pressed the button for one of the higher floors where the executive suites were located, then turned and smiled sweetly. The man nodded. Aware of the value of networking, Anna made a mental note to find out his name before she left.
Emerging from the lift, she found even the corridor impressive, with its warm lighting and floral displays. A strategically placed mirror was too good to miss and, after refreshing her lipstick, she stood back to check herself out. It wouldn’t do to give her client—TV star or not—anything to complain about.
Not unexpectedly, given the rest of the hotel, the suite was spacious and luxurious. The furnishings were not to her taste—leaning towards a classic French Rococo style—but clearly no cost had been spared to achieve the desired effect.
“This is very nice.” She gestured around with the glass of wine the TV star had given her. “Do you stay here often?”
“Enough for them to know me,” Danny replied. “Would you like to check out the view? It really is something else, provided you are not afraid of heights.”
“Another time.” She smiled. Even from where she sat she could see it was panoramic. It put her own to shame.
“I understand you’re in television?” She turned to give him her full attention. She wanted to find out if he were the type who enjoyed talking about his fame. Some actors did and some did not, she had read.
“Yeah, but I just tried out for a part in the latest Spielberg movie.”
He was obviously excited about it.
“Hey, that’s great.”
“It will be if I get it.”
“Leading man?” She tilted her head flirtatiously.
“I wish. No. Further down the credits. But it’s a start.”
“When will you know?”
“Tomorrow, hopefully. You’re here to help me pass the time.” He moved closer and ran a finger along her shoulder.
“In that case I’ll keep my fingers crossed.” She smiled. “Where will the filming take place?”
“Mainly in the States, but there are a couple of South American locations, too.”
“Sounds great.”
He took her glass from her.
“You know ... as much as I like talking about what I do, why don’t we relax and have a bit of fun? This place has got a really fancy bathroom. How about we give the shower a go?”
It was a shame to ruin her hair and makeup, but clearly it was what he wanted.
“That’s a good place to start,” she said.
The bathroom was as spacious as the rest of the suite, with a stunning stand-alone bath and double shower that took up the entire length of one wall. Anna watched in the mirror as Danny slowly undressed her, touching and stroking every part of her as he did so. When she was completely naked he stepped back to look at her.
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p; “You’re gorgeous,” he said.
She raised her hands over her head and leaned back against the marble tiling.
“Touch me again,” she said.
Not needing to be asked twice, he ran his hands possessively over her body.
She put her arms around his neck and pressed her groin to his. His cock was hard and she increased the pressure.
“Let’s get wet,” he said breathlessly, tugging off his clothing.
“First things first.” She quickly rolled a condom over his erection. “Now let’s get wet.”
The water was hot enough to enjoy, the pressure wonderfully intense and energising. She leaned back, genuinely enjoying the sensation of having her breasts soaped, then pressed herself against him to smear the scented cream into the matted hair of his chest. Reaching down, she cupped his balls. He groaned loudly at her touch and she wasn’t surprised when he pushed her up against the wall. Knowing what was coming next, she slipped her arms around his neck as he hoisted her up and entered her.
Chapter 13.
“Hi, it’s me. I have a client for you tonight.”
“Great. Is he a regular?”
“Yes, you saw him a few weeks back.”
“Good. Who is it?”
“Adam. Ring any bells?”
Anna was silent.
“Are you still there?”
“Yes, hang on a minute.”
She paced, thinking furiously. Her first instinct was to decline the booking outright. On the other hand, this was her chance to prove to them both that she had as much control as he. She would enjoy putting him in his place, even graciously.
“Sure. Where do I meet him?”
“Outside the Civic.”
“The theatre?”
“Yes, he has tickets for a production and would like you to accompany him.”
The information threw her a little. She had expected he would want her at his house again, especially if he had plans to dominate her. She went through her entire wardrobe. Nothing was right. She finally settled on a taffeta skirt that hugged her thighs and a loose white blouse, crossed and tied at the side. Black stockings and stilettos completed the outfit. She applied a few generous dabs of her favourite Dolce & Gabbana perfume; after all, he might want to take her somewhere else afterwards. Reaching for the lamb’s wool jacket that had cost the combined gifts of two clients, she dashed down to the waiting taxi.
