by Cynthia Dane
“Miguel!” she whined, her legs shaking in his strong grip. “Spank me again!”
He did, timing it to the thrust of his hips. Judith screamed, muffled only by the comforter beneath them.
That was it. Too damn much. Between her whimpers of pleasure and the sensation of her cunt attempting to milk him dry, Miguel was a goner. He braced himself against her shoulders, thrusting as fast as he dared whilst announcing his intentions to fill her with more than his cock.
The grunts they both emitted – hers deep and otherworldly, his loud and roaring – echoed around the large boudoir and took Miguel to that final place where all that existed was the two of them. It didn’t matter how emotionally separate they were. As of now they were one entity.
The heat bursting from his cock was torturous relief. He desperately needed to lose it, but it also meant that all this joy, this conjugal reverie, was coming to an end. For now, anyway. Soon enough he would be ready to go again, if Judith would have him.
Hard to tell. He held himself within her, letting his cock empty the last of its relief and beholding her orgasm as it ripped through her. Judith’s fingers twisted in her hair as her knees slid across the bed. She instinctively tried to shoot off his cock, but Miguel held her to him, determined to make her feel every inch of his length and girth, making sure she never forgot it.
“Oh my God, you bastard.” She was completely breathless. She was also waving at him to relent. Miguel did so, pulling out and succumbing to the fatigue washing over him. But he would not flop onto the bed and go to sleep. He was a better gentleman than that. He would ease himself down and stroke her arm as she heaved heavy breaths into her bed, legs tenderly moving and fingers dipping into combined wetness. “I need to charge you extra for that much cum.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No. Just… just I should charge you more.” She tried to laugh, but still had no breath.
“I’m a big guy, you know.” Miguel folded his arms behind his head and stared at the gold detailing on her ceiling. “I only come that hard for my favorite gals.”
“Stop.” Judith likewise rolled onto her back, one hand brushing through her tangled hair. “You’re too much, Mr. Bolivar.”
“I’d tell you to call me Miguel, but I’m getting used to the way you say that.” It wasn’t distance. It wasn’t formalities. It was pure affection.
“I like both your names. Although…” Judith let out a final sigh. Had she regained her strength? Miguel hoped so. “Does Bolivar come from Bolivia? I have been thinking way too much about this. Pretty much every time I hear your name now.”
“That is… random. Why in the world are you thinking about that?”
“Answer the question, Señor.”
“Yes. Yes it does.” Miguel wished he had something to curb his rising oral fixation. He quenched it by rolling onto his side and kissing her warm shoulder. “Bolivia was named after Simon Bolivar, I believe.”
“You related to that guy?”
“Technically. We have the same familial origins. Goes all the way back to Basque.” Miguel found himself repeating the same thing he told Ethan earlier. “My family as I know it is from Valencia, though.”
Judith rolled against his touch, her nose mere inches away from his. “I wanna go to Spain,” she said, almost awed. “You should take me when you become my patron.”
“When you become my patron.”
“Do you know something I don’t, Ms. King?”
Now Miguel lay back again, accepting the young and nubile Ms. King onto him as she straddled his stomach with her nimble thighs and legs. He had the most fantastic view of her gorgeous body from this angle and he did not fail to notice the warmth accumulating near his navel. Drip all over me, why don’t you? Share and share alike.
“It’s between you and another regular client of mine.” She shrugged, as if that meant nothing. “I feel like you’ll win, though. Even if you don’t, I hope you’ll continue to visit me.” She drew circles around both of his nipples. Hair brushed against his skin, tickling parts of his body he didn’t know were ticklish. “I like you, Miguel. Not just because you’re good in bed, but because I can be comfortable around you. That doesn’t happen often in my line of work.”
What are men doing to you? The urge to protect her from such brutes that would use and possibly abuse her, regardless of how much they paid for the privilege, took control of Miguel’s brain. Unfortunately, there were many men who went to pleasure houses to use the women working there for things that were beyond human. They weren’t men. They were feral boys. How women put up with them to make a living was beyond Miguel.
“I’m glad that you are comfortable around me. I know that I pay for your time, but…”
“Stop.” Judith covered his mouth with her hand. “You’re too much, Mr. Bolivar. You have all this power and strength and skill inside of you, and so far the farthest you’ve gone with me is pounding my pussy like it’s going to run away from you.” She grinned. “And spank me. That was good shit.”
“Glad I could help,” he mumbled into her palm.
“You could go crazier, you know. I’m equipped for BDSM shenanigans. I may Domme most of the time, but that’s usually not sexual. Call them some silly names and yell at them a lot. Whack their junk with a crop until they come all over the floor. What’s fun is a good Dom throwing that right back in my face. You know how to Dom, Mr. Bolivar? I’d give you a fantastic discount for the honor.”
Was she already planning their next encounter? “I’ve done it. I’m not in the lifestyle, per se, but with the right woman, I will be more than happy to please her in such fashion. Is that what you want, Judith?” He grabbed her hips, helping her to grind her wet nether lips against his hard stomach. “For me to do my worst?”
“Oh, yes, please!” Her ass bumped into his now flaccid cock. Do it again and it will get ready for round two. “If any man is going to destroy me inside and out, it better be you.”
“Who said someone had to.” He grinned back at her.
Judith put her hands on her hips. “I did. Next time, I’m submitting to you, through and through. Fuck me up, Miguel.”
“The way you’re talking makes me think you’re still horny. That can’t be. I was pretty thorough in there.” Miguel gestured to her fine pubic hairs rubbing against his skin.
“I’m used to getting ready for multiple rounds a night.”
Miguel tried not to frown. “What round was that? Two? Three? How many men tonight, Miss King?”
She was still grinning. “Just you. Honestly.”
“Who was the last guy you fucked?”
“Now I’m not supposed to tell you that. Non-disclosure.”
“Don’t tell me his name. Tell me when and what kind of guy.”
She considered this for a moment, teeth grinding against her lip. “Wednesday afternoon. A quiet intellectual type, but he knows how to love on a girl like you do.”
The way she talked about this guy sounded awfully familiar. “Is this the man I’m up against for your permanent affections?”
“Perhaps. I shouldn’t tell you that either.”
“So that’s a yes.”
Judith tried to distract him by grinding harder against his stomach. Her eyes rolled back, mouth parting and fingers digging into his chest. Come on me all you want, sweet goddess. “You asked.”
“Indeed I did. Well, I don’t know about your other clients, but I don’t mind you talking about your work. As long as I’m the best, of course.”
“Of course.” Judith pulled her hair to the side before giving up and tossing it behind her shoulders. “You’re the best, Mr. Bolivar. Promise me you’ll keep bidding on this hot body so you can fuck me all over the world.”
“I will. I promise.” Money wasn’t an issue, right? Miguel would top a hundred grand if it meant getting to have Judith in his apartment on her weekends and taking her around the world for fun in the sun. She will be mine, or at least as much as she cou
ld be. There would be other men, as long as she kept working at the Château. Perhaps later on… they could come to some sort of agreement… if feelings…
Judith surprised them both by suddenly orgasming against Miguel’s stomach. It wasn’t a big orgasm, but it amused him greatly.
“Ah, shucks, Mr. Bolivar.” She hopped off him and bounced on the floor. “If you don’t mind, I would like to take a shower before turning in for the evening. You can join me, if you want.”
Miguel’s heavy eyelids were too much to resist. “You go on ahead. If you don’t see me when I get out, it’s because I wanted to take a walk and clear my head.”
“Which head?”
“Why not both?”
Judith kissed him before heading to her bathroom. “I’ll be about half an hour. And I’ll be horribly disappointed if you don’t share my bed with me tonight, Mr. Bolivar.”
“I’ll be here. Eventually.” Miguel waited until she had closed the bathroom door behind her before getting up and enjoying a little post-coital privacy. All he could hear was the shower running one room away and the ceiling fan whirling in the center of the bedroom.
He didn’t have a lot of opportunities to sit and admire her room. Judith usually took up his attentions, but as Miguel redressed in his shirt and trousers, he took special note of Judith’s tastes. The furniture was dark and rustic. Updated Victorian pieces. Soft browns and beiges to accent. Jewels littered her vanity. How many of those were gifts from clients over the years? Did she like the gift he had sent her?
Miguel turned around and stared at a painting hanging above her dresser. I don’t think I’ve seen that before.
It was Judith, nude and relaxed. At first Miguel assumed it was a commissioned piece of art, but the closer he inspected it, the more he recognized the intricate brush strokes and careful attention to detail. This wasn’t a piece done in a day because that’s what the client paid for. This was passion, pure and simple. Miguel had seen a million art pieces in his life. He could tell the difference between commercialism and passion.
“He’s a quiet, intellectual type.” The word “artist” had been on the top of Judith’s tongue. “He knows how to give it to me like you do.”
This was it. This was the other man. The other man who adored Judith enough to bid to be her patron.
Miguel searched for a signature. All he found were the initials “SC” emblazoned in gold in the corner. Not much to go on, not that he wanted too many details on a man he would probably never meet. Literally the only thing they had connecting them was the woman in the picture. She fucks the both of us. So what? He can obviously afford her too.
Yet he felt a twinge of jealousy. It was one thing when these men were hypothetical. When there was no emotional attachment involved. Women fucked many men. Women who did it for a living? Many, many men. All Miguel had ever asked was that they stayed clean and made time for him when he needed some company.
This was different.
Before he could face the feelings brewing inside of him, however, Miguel marched out of the room, determined to take that walk he thought of earlier. Judith was still in the shower. Hopefully thinking of him.
The hallway was empty. If he stopped and listened to the otherwise quiet environment, Miguel could hear the harried moans of another woman down the hall. He blocked it out soon enough, but decided not to go down that way. Instead, he veered left, remembering the large balcony at the top of the grand staircase.
It was warm outside. Warm enough for him to not bother buttoning up his shirt as he stood by the railing and watched the night quietly go by. Nobody was down in the labyrinth. The only signs of life came from the rustling of wildlife and the occasional maid passing in the hallway, ignoring the sounds of a pleasure house.
Miguel gripped the railing and inhaled the crisp mountain air. He thought he would be alone out there for the fifteen, twenty minutes he intended to enjoy it. It was a foolish thought, though, for it was only a matter of time before someone helped herself to his company.
“Are you all right, sir?” Miguel didn’t know who this was, but he recognized one of Judith’s coworkers. I can tell from her slinky dress and the expensive jewelry and perfume. The way she looked at him, as if he were a piece of meat with a wallet worthy of devouring. “You look lonely out here.”
Miguel stared at her wild, curly red hair before turning his attention back to the natural world beyond the Château. “I’m fine, thank you. Out for a stroll to get some fresh air.”
He hoped that would send her on her way, but she remained next to him. He knew he was in trouble when she leaned against the railing as well. “You must be Miguel Bolivar. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
His ears perked up. “Who is talking about me?”
“Judith, of course.”
“Of course. I’m sure she’s the only one.” Didn’t she go on about non-disclosure? Or was that only with other clients? “I hope it’s good things people are talking about.”
“Naturally.” The young woman pointed her breasts toward him. They are lovely, certainly. Not as big as Judith’s, but perky in the only way youth allows. “Don’t be hard on her, though. Word travels fast about every client around here. We’re all up in each other’s business.”
Miguel smiled, but didn’t say anything. Can’t I get some peace? He didn’t dare ask her to leave. That would be rude. Like her.
“I couldn’t help but hear the fun you two were having a little while ago.” If she was expecting Miguel to be embarrassed about that, she was sure to be disappointed. People hearing sex in a place of business like this was to be expected. Miguel had to assume that everyone heard their sexual business every time he paid for a woman in a place that was not a private residence. “You should feel honored to be getting her real moans. They’re distinct from the fake ones. More so than most of the girls around here.”
“Including yours?”
“Definitely mine.” Her purr was probably meant to reflect the way she sounded when having an orgasm. It didn’t work on Miguel. “Whatever you’re doing to her, keep it up. She’s second-in-command around here, and if she’s happy, the rest of us are happy.”
“Good to know.” Miguel hadn’t known that detail. “I’m glad I could contribute to the rest of you feeling good around here as well.”
Something he said made her bat her eyelashes like Judith had. This wasn’t flirtation. Suddenly, Miguel was nothing more than a target. Someone’s trying to snipe her coworker’s client. It was a good thing Miguel liked Judith so much. Easier to be loyal that way, or as loyal as a client could be.
“Do keep me in mind if you decide to mix things up in that lonely room of hers. We aren’t strangers to one another around here, if you know what I mean.”
“I think I follow.” If this woman hadn’t been so obnoxiously forward when Miguel was clearly with another woman in the house, then he may consider it. He enjoyed a good threesome as any other man, but he had a feeling the dynamic between this lady and Judith would not be conducive to a good time. “I will be sure to keep you in mind. Thank you.”
She finally stepped away. “Have a good night, Mr. Bolivar. Hope to see you around.”
Miguel waited until she was long gone before stealing back into the Château and heading to Judith’s room. The shower was off, but she was still locked in the bathroom. Or maybe not locked, as he discovered when he tried the handle.
“Why, Mr. Bolivar,” she said, perched on her sink as she patted dry the bottom of her legs and then applied moisturizer. “You missed me already?”
“You have no idea.” He kissed her temple before taking the bottle of moisturizer from her hands. “Allow me.”
Her eyes widened as he knelt on the bathroom floor and coated her soft leg with a healthy layer of moisturizer. Miguel wasn’t sure why he was compelled to do it. Maybe he wanted to be with her. Maybe he wanted to prove to himself that he enjoyed spending time with her, and only her. Whatever his reasons, Miguel felt no remorse
giving her this kind of attention, especially when she looked down at him and beamed with a bright, glowing smile.
I bet that other man doesn’t do this for her. Miguel tickled her toes, massaged her foot, and kissed her knee as if that’s what any man should do for his woman. His woman.
“I could get used to this,” Judith mused.
He grunted, overtaken with the scent of her body wash – and the natural scent between her legs. “You’re too clean, Judith. I don’t like it.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
His cock stirred back to life in his trousers. “You know what I’m going to do.”
Judith turned around, body bending across the sink while she pulled away her towel and showed him what he lusted after. “Your worst, of course.”
Obviously. His worst against the sink, because he couldn’t wait to get her back in bed. Bed was for sleeping. His cock wanted her now. He wanted her now. Might as well get his fill before he went back to the city, where Judith couldn’t go without getting in big trouble.
When I’m her patron, I will take her everywhere. He made that promise to both himself and her as he drove his cock back into her awaiting body. The sound that erupted from her throat completely knocked all reason from his brain.
Chapter 16
JUDITH
Judith looked over the list once more, making sure she could successfully check everything off – minus Chelsea’s favorite line of Sephora mascara, which had been sold out. Get it online, girl.
The car lurched around another sharp curve. Judith leaned against the window, struggling to see her own handwriting in the glaring sunlight of the late afternoon.
When Seth called the day before to reschedule their modeling appointment for the evening instead of the usual afternoon timing, Judith found herself with a lot of time to kill. The night before, she volunteered to borrow a car and go into town to pick up some much needed supplies – and to get the fuck out of Dodge for the first time in a month. The other girls who didn’t get out much were envious. Not just for her sudden freedom, but because they all had dreams of going shopping for this and that. Hence Judith was not surprised when they each came up at different intervals to hand her a list of makeup and other things along with wads of cash.
