by Cassie Cole
Contents
Title
Copyright
Books by Cassie Cole
1 - Ethan
2 - Elizabeth
3 - Elizabeth
4 - Elizabeth
5 - Anthony
6 - Elizabeth
7 - Elizabeth
8 - Elizabeth
9 - Elizabeth
10 - Elizabeth
11 - Elizabeth
12 - Luca
13 - Elizabeth
14 - Elizabeth
15 - Elizabeth
16 - Elizabeth
17 - Ethan
18 - Elizabeth
19 - Elizabeth
20 - Elizabeth
21 - Anthony
22 - Elizabeth
23 - Ethan
24 - Luca
25 - Elizabeth
26 - Elizabeth
27 - Luca
28 - Elizabeth
29 - Elizabeth
30 - Elizabeth
31 - Elizabeth
32 - Elizabeth
33 - Elizabeth
34 - Anthony
35 - Elizabeth
36 - Elizabeth
37 - Elizabeth
38 - Elizabeth
39 - Ethan
40 - Elizabeth
Epilogue
Bonus
Sneak Peek - Triple Team
About the Author
Shared by her Bodyguards
By Cassie Cole
Copyright © 2019 Juicy Gems Publishing
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Edited by Dorothy Eller
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1
Ethan
I unlocked the door to the hotel room. A stranger’s hotel room.
Because as one of Washington D.C.’s most expensive male escorts, I was hired to be here.
The door creaked as it opened slowly. I took my time walking inside and allowing it to swing closed behind me, then made sure to turn the deadbolt loud enough that whichever client was inside would hear the click, then did the same with the chain lock. It would make them feel like there was no going back. It was part of the anticipation.
Part of my job.
My footsteps echoed heavily on the floor as I walked down the hall of the suite. Slowly, building up the suspense. I could smell perfume in the air, flowery and sweet, bringing with it memories of past encounters in hotels like this. A nice hotel, with expensive-looking paintings on the wall and dark, floral-print wallpaper underneath. That narrowed it down to only a couple of my clients.
I rounded the corner to see who had paid for my company tonight.
She was seated on the edge of the bed, one long leg crossed over the other. She wore black lingerie, stockings that went halfway up her thighs before clipping into garters, and a matching push-up bra that made her already full breasts stand up wonderfully. Tattoos ran down her right arm; a flock of tiny black birds taking flight toward her fingers.
Yet a mask covered her face from eyes to mouth.
It was an expensive venetian mask, charcoal-colored with gold embroidery around the outside. The eye holes were wide and cat-like, but fabric was sewn behind them so I couldn’t see her eyes.
Some of the people in this town had strange fetishes. As a male escort, it was my job to fulfill them.
My heart did a backflip when I recognized the mask. It was her. I still didn’t know what her face looked like, but this would be our fourth time together. My cock rose at the sight of her. In the warm light of the hotel lamps she was stunning in a way that stirred something primal within me.
With a wolfish smile I walked slowly toward the bed, landing on my heels so she could feel my approach. Her chest heaved with anticipation as I stopped directly in front of her. The woman’s perfect porcelain skin practically trembled as she waited for our evening to begin. Waiting for what I would do next.
I paused to admire her, and to draw out the anticipation. I was going to enjoy every bit of this as much as she was.
I pawed her legs apart, which drew a soft gasp. Then I grabbed the fabric of her panties with both hands and ripped a hole in the middle. Her file told me she liked that. The soft moans escaping from her lips told me, too.
Standing back up, I took my time undressing in front of her while her legs were spread on the edge of the bed. Like I had all the time in the world. I made her listen to the swishing sound of my tie being pulled slowly through my shirt collar, and the sound of buttons rubbing against cloth as I unbuttoned my shirt. Every tooth of my zipper clicking open, and the rasp of my belt being removed with a flourish. By the time I was nude I could see she was as wet as could be.
I wished she could see me too. I maintained a chiseled body for my clients, and her mask ruined all my hard work. Since she was effectively blind, I took her hand and placed it on my chest, then guided it over my body. Letting her feel the mounds of my pecs, the swollen muscles in my arm, the lines of my chiseled abs. I wanted her to picture the powerful man who was about to ravage her.
The last thing I did was pull her hand down toward my raging hard cock. But I only brushed her hand against it rather than let her grab hold, then I tossed her hand aside. She leaned back on her hands on the bed. Waiting.
How was I going to take her tonight? She liked it a little rough. So did I. If not for the mask obscuring her mouth I might have straddled her face and fucked her throat, holding her down on my thick manhood until she gagged. I didn’t need her file to tell me she was the kind of woman who would get off on that. I tried imagining what her lips looked like underneath the fabric…
“You know what I’m going to do to you tonight?” I asked in a deep, authoritarian voice.
She shook her head. In our handful of times together, she’d never spoken.
“What I’m going to do to you,” I said slowly, “is whatever the fuck I want.”
She sucked in her breath.
I pushed her down onto the bed, hard. Then I flipped her over so that her plump ass was up in the air, the thong hidden within those delicious round cheeks. She tried to spread her legs but I pressed them together like unbroken chopsticks, then climbed on top of her, planting my knees on either side of her thighs to lock her in place. I took hold of my cock and wedged it down between her thighs, guiding it up toward her wet slit, but stopping just before giving it to her. She tried to spread her legs again but I kept my knees firmly in place to stop her. The feel of her skin against mine stirred an animal-like desire in my chest.
She trembled with anticipation.
I paused here, drawing it out even though I desperately wanted her as much as she wanted me. I was going to fuck her to the edge of what she could handle.
When her excitement reached its peak, I forced my cock inside. That’s how she liked it: hard and rough, no wasted time getting acclimated. She moaned loudly through her mask as my cock disappeared inside her pussy in a quick, forceful thrust.
She tried to push up onto her knees into the doggy style position, but I planted my strong hands on her back and shoved her down onto her belly. Practically throwing her down, much harder than I needed to. That made her moan even louder, and I put a hand on the back of her head to push it deeper into the
flawless hotel pillow.
I held her flat on the bed while I remained on my knees, then grabbed her waist for leverage and began fucking her hard from behind. Her pussy gripped my cock so tight I had to take a deep breath and remind myself she was the client. Even muffled by the mask, her cries of pleasure were delicious and deep. She reached a hand back to touch my chest but I snatched it out of the air and pressed it down on the bed. The force of that sent a tremble of pleasure through her body, with moans that undulated like music.
I crashed my cock into her again and again, bouncing my little sex kitten on the bed with each thrust as I had my way with her.
I admired how she looked underneath me, accepting my raging cock like a good girl. The muscles in her back flexed as she squirmed, until I planted my palm in between her shoulder blades and held her down. Her hair was tied up underneath the mask but a stray lock fell out onto the back of her long neck. Dark blonde, the color of honey. Goddamn, I wished I could rip the mask off and get a look at the face of the woman I was ravaging, to grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back while I fucked her for all I was worth.
She was squirming more and more now, her moans of ecstasy quickening in that wonderful way that told me how close she was. I fell forward on her, flattening her entire body underneath mine, giving her shoulder a gentle nibble, running my teeth up toward her neck. Only now did I move my legs, sliding them in between her thighs and allowing her to spread her legs wide for me. She was so wet I could feel her juices collecting in my pubic hair, evidence that I was doing a great job.
But now it was time to really earn my paycheck.
“You like being fucked by a stranger?” I growled into her ear.
She bobbed her masked head up and down.
“You take my cock well, you dirty little whore.”
The moans of pleasure intensified.
I wrapped my left arm underneath her belly, and my right arm around her neck. Taking a stranglehold on her beautiful body with my muscle, like a python constricting its prey. I pumped up and down on her firm ass, burying my throbbing cock deeper inside of her from this new angle. Hitting her most sensitive places. She moaned louder and squirmed but I tightened my arms around her, allowing my bicep to squeeze up against her throat. Only a little pressure for now—testing to see if she liked this.
From the way she reacted, she definitely did.
“Your juicy little cunt is mine,” I rasped as I picked up speed. I almost had her. “Is your cunt mine?”
She nodded as vigorously as she could with my arm around her neck. What might have been a muffled, “yes,” turned into a cry of ecstasy. I could feel her climax nearing, like the rumble of a motorcycle you could sense but not yet see.
I went in for the kill.
I moved forward a small amount, which changed the angle ever so slightly. Now each thrust rubbed the head of my cock against her forward wall, that perfect friction against her most sensitive place. The scream of pleasure she let out was like pure heaven to my ears.
I moved my left hand up around one of her breasts, and loosened my right arm around her neck—but only so I could take hold of it with my fingers. I gripped her neck tightly, squeezing my fingers into her perfect porcelain flesh.
She came with her whole body; she screamed from behind her mask and her entire back shuddered underneath me like an earthquake. Her pussy lips clenched so tight around my cock that it dragged me into my own ragged orgasm. My moans joined hers, a rumbling deep within my chest. Her pussy gripped me as tightly as my fingers gripped her neck. We howled together in a duet of passion as I filled her to the brim with my hot seed.
We lay there for a long moment, the silence in the aftermath deafening compared to the delirious noises we’d been making moments before. Two bodies pressed tightly together, our rapid breaths in perfect synchronicity.
I let go of her neck, leaving red marks where my fingers had been. Her body heaved with deep breaths as I pushed up onto my knees, then allowed my cock to slide out of her. It rested against her perfect ass, glistening from our combined juices.
Fuck, I thought.
I wished I could stay there forever. To remove the mask and taste her lips as we cuddled and kissed on the sheets, exploring our bodies for the rest of the night. I wanted to look deep into her eyes when she came, to see the fire within caused by my love.
But that’s not what her client file required. I had very specific instructions. Before, during, and after.
I gave one cheek a hard smack. It made a satisfying sound, punctuated by the soft squeak from her mouth. “You have a good, tight pussy,” I growled as I climbed off the bed, fingers raking along her leg. “Next time maybe I’ll take you in the ass. See how tight that is.”
“Mmm,” she grunted, turning over and reclining on the bed, arms extended over her head as she stretched.
I was tempted to push the limits of our arrangement. To offer her another go, on the house. I didn’t want to leave just yet. I wanted to do so many more things to this woman whose face I’d never seen. I was one of Washington D.C.’s most expensive male escorts, but all I wanted was her.
It took all of my willpower to get dressed and leave without another word.
2
Elizabeth
I lay on the bed, too satisfied to move until long after he was gone.
That was what I’d been looking forward to all week. Just the thing an overworked, stressed senator from Ohio needed to help release a little bit of tension from the job.
Being a public figure had its drawbacks. I couldn’t scratch my sexual itch on normal dates, or on a random Tinder hookup. Photos would be taken. Op-eds would be written. Paparazzi would begin hounding me at all hours of the day. It would be the end of my career.
So I paid handsome men to satisfy my insatiable sexual desire in hotel rooms while I wore a mask.
I knew what Ethan looked like, even if I couldn’t see him during the act itself. I’d picked him out of a digital catalog, after all. All the male escorts in this town were solid 10s, bodybuilders and former athletes chiseled with hard muscle looking to earn an extra buck. Ethan was as sexy as they came. He had an Owen Wilson thing going on, with blond hair and a nose that might have been broken once or twice. A muscle-riddled surfer dude with a knack for taking hold of his clients and fucking them to within an inch of their lives.
I’d been doing this every couple of weeks for about a year, and usually I picked a different escort every week. But this was… how many times with Ethan? Four, or five? It wouldn’t be the last time, either. I knew that with as much certainty as I knew anything in my life. Within a few days that itch would need to be scratched again, and then it would be a sixth time, and maybe a seventh if he kept spicing things up…
“Lord have mercy,” I whispered to myself on the bed. The way he’d squeezed his arm around my neck, with just the right amount of force, had struck every erogenous nerve in my body. Ethan was definitely worth every penny. If Ethan was even his real name.
I tore off the mask and tossed it on the bed. I wished it wasn’t necessary. I wished I could stare up into my lover’s eyes while he fucked me every which way, on the bed and bent over the chair and up against the wall…
I wished things didn’t have to be so secretive.
I locked the door from the inside, took my time showering, and then left the hotel. I used the stairs and went out the back door, just in case Ethan decided to get a drink in the hotel bar or was waiting somewhere for me to leave. I didn’t think he would try to learn my identity to blackmail me, but you could never be too careful in this town. Everyone was looking for leverage.
The back alley was dark and slushy with half-melted snow, but it was the only way to avoid potential photographers. Although Ethan might not try anything, the paparazzi were another story. They’d shown up unexpectedly outside restaurants after key senate bills before. Fortunately, no cameras flashed as I exited the alley, walked two blocks to the parking garage where my car wai
ted, and drove home in peace.
My apartment was on the upper side of D.C., close to Silver Springs, Maryland. One of six three-story condos crammed together on a block. I rarely went back to Ohio these days, so this was my home for 90% of the year.
It felt cold and lonely, even with the heat cranked up to keep the winter chill at bay.
I placed my venetian mask on the mantle above the fireplace. “Until next time.”
I glanced at my watch. I wished I could stay up and relax a little. Watch some TV or read a book, something to unwind after the long day—and exciting night—I’d had. But tomorrow was going to be just as long, as was the day after that. There were no short days for a United States senator.
“Thanks for the good time, Ethan,” I said as I crawled into my big, empty bed.
3
Elizabeth
My body woke itself up at 3:25, five minutes before my alarm. I pulled on tight running leggings and my light windbreaker and ignored the burst of frigid air that smacked me in the face when I opened the front door.
A morning jog helped me wake up more than any cup of coffee. Working up a sweat, getting my blood flowing. With all the craziness waiting for me on the Hill, this was the only time I had to myself. Everything in the world was calm and peaceful, even if only for 30 minutes.
Plus, appearances mattered for a politician. Especially for a female politician. Keeping myself in reasonably good health was as important as fundraising.
My morning on Capitol Hill was busy and overcrowded with work. I was on the Senate Finance Committee, which met promptly at 8:00, but I liked to get into my senate office early to get a head start on the small stuff, like responding to constituents who had called or emailed my office. I had a team of interns who answered most of my emails, but I still liked to respond to a handful every day. To keep my pulse on my constituents back in Ohio. To remember that I worked for them, and not the other way around.
