Client 5: A Bad Boy Next Door Dark Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Great. Thanks for nothing, brain!

  10

  Arsen

  "You've made a smart choice," Luca Giannoni says, clapping his meaty hand on my shoulder. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to take my calls." His hand could belong to a Sasquatch. I swear it's hairy enough, and there's no doubt that this guy is an animal. I feel the weight of his hand on my body and wonder why he thinks he needs to be so passive aggressive.

  "It's been a busy few weeks," I say, and shrug off the comment. But honestly, all I can think about is how I haven't had sex with Ashley in over a week.

  "Sure it has, but listen, don't ever mistake my kindness for weakness. Mr. Morozov doesn't take well to being ignored."

  I sense the thinly veiled threat in his voice and I hand him the signed document, slamming the pen down on the desk. I need to get out of this office before he really pisses me off and I do something I shouldn't. "Well, none of that matters anymore. Here's the paperwork. The ownership transfer of these clubs is now in the hands of Mr. Morozov."

  With one hand rolled into a tight fist in the pocket of my suit, I turn around and give him a wave with my other free hand. There's a fake smile plastered across my face, and I leave the room before Luca can respond. I walk outside, and hail a cab. The sun is so bright that I take a moment to stop and find my sunglasses. The cab pulls up and as I open the car door and slide into the back seat, I think about the transaction that just transpired.

  Here I am, a fucking Harvard MBA graduate, and I'm making deals with the Russian mob. What the hell am I doing with my life? And as soon as I ask myself that question, Ashley pops into my mind. Fuck she's beautiful… maybe even perfect. I've seen a lot of smoking hot women in my lifetime, but she tops them all. Fucking her was unbelievable… it's been painful that it's been over a week. I pull out my phone and decide to send her a text. I hesitate for a moment, staring at the chat screen, and thinking about what exactly to say. Fuck it; I'm definitely overthinking this. Why am I acting like such an idiot? I text, "Let's meet up."

  Before I can even slip the phone back into my pocket, she responds, "I don't think that's a good idea."

  What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I text back, "Why not?"

  I wait for a few minutes, but she doesn't respond. I give it another couple of minutes, and still nothing. This is driving me crazy. If she doesn't want to reply to my texts, I'll reach her another way—through her direct phone sex line. I'm not one to give up—I always get what I want.

  I dial her line and wait. The phone rings, and then I hear her. She picks up.

  "Hi, this is Misty. Who am I speaking with?"

  The first thing I notice is that her voice sounds different—smooth and sultry, and I swear my cock is already twitching. She's a good actress, that's for sure. But she can't find out it's me on the other end of the line, so I lower my voice and muffle it with the fabric of my suit.

  "King Henry."

  "Oh, I've never spoken to a king before," she purrs.

  "Good, because I'm the only king that matters. You belong to me, don't you?"

  "Mm hmm," she whispers.

  "Tell me that you belong to me, Kitten," I demand.

  "I do. You're my king and I belong to you," she coos, maintaining a smooth, even voice.

  "Good, Kitten. Now I want you to tell me what you'd do to my cock if I was with you right now."

  "I'd do so many thing. First, I'd—"

  I cut her off. "You mean, King Henry. Say my name when you talk to me."

  She pauses for a moment, and I hear her breathing deepen. "Yes, King Henry. I'd worship your cock. I'd slowly unbutton your pants and drop them to your feet. I'd wrap my arms around your big, strong body and pull you tight against my own—my breasts and my hard nipples would be pressed under the weight of your manhood. My nipples are hard just thinking about you. My lips would then touch yours, and I would nibble on you with a hunger you've never felt before."

  "And what kind of a hunger is that, Kitten?" I ask.

  "I'd—"

  "Stop, and address me as your king before you continue. If you mess that up again, you'll have to spank yourself."

  "Yes, King Henry. I'd bite you in a trail of hunger, starting on your lips, and then moving down until I reach the ridges of your stomach. I'd slide my hands over your thighs and between your legs… moving slowly until I've reached your large, hard cock. Oh, I'm so wet right now just thinking about you."

  "Stop touching your pussy. I can see you doing that because I can hear it in your voice. You can't touch your pussy until I command you to. Do you understand that?"

  "Yes."

  "Yes, what, Kitten?"

  "Yes, King Henry."

  "That's better. Now spank yourself for not addressing me properly."

  "Yes, King Henry," she says, and then I hear a loud slap. I can tell she's naked. It's the sound of skin on skin. She's slapped herself so hard that her ass is definitely red.

  "Now show me how you'd worship my cock."

  "Yes, King Henry. I'd get down on my knees and wrap my hand around your cock and glide it into my mouth and deep into my throat. I'd take your entire shaft down my throat, until I couldn't anymore."

  Now she's got me hooked, and I make sure the driver isn't watching as I slip my hands down my pants, stroking my cock, and I continue. "I want you down on all fours," I command her.

  "Yes, King Henry."

  "Are you down on all fours right now?" I ask, just to be certain.

  "Yes, King Henry. I'm down on all fours," she replies at just above a whisper. I can barely hear her.

  "Good job Kitten. Now finger your pussy and make sure you're ready for me."

  "Oh, god I'm ready for you King Henry. My pussy is throbbing for you—fuck it's so wet."

  “Do you have any toys you use to play with yourself?” I ask.

  There’s a pause. “Yes, King Henry,” she replies.

  “Good,” I say. “Go get it.”

  There’s a rustling and I can hear the phone being put down. She’s obedient. That’s what being horny does to her.

  A minute later, she’s back.

  “I have it, King Henry,” she says.

  “Good, describe it, Kitten,” I tell her.

  She gasps. “It’s a footlong dildo, its black, and it’s ribbed, King Henry,” she says to me.

  “Close your eyes because that’s now my cock in your hands, Kitten,” I tell her and I can just see her laying down with the sex toy.

  “Yes, King,” Ashley says.

  "Good, now I want you to glide my cock into you. Grab it like it's the last cock on earth."

  "Oh god, you're cock is so big King Henry… I'm—I'm gliding it deep, really deep in—inside of me, and I can barely—"

  But before she can finish her sentence, I can hear every muscle in her body spasm and I know she's coming. I stroke my cock faster and faster, and then with my eyes clenched shut, ropes of cum erupt from cock. I don't give a shit about anything around me—the driver, or otherwise, and I continue to come. When I finally open my eyes, I realize it's all over my suit pants. I don't wait for Ashley to say another word, and I hang up our call.

  I can hardly believe that just happened. I take off my suit jacket and hold it in front of me. That's all I need is for the doorman at One57 to catch a glance at the stain on my pants. He's never say anything, but still. Just then, the cab pulls up to my apartment. I pay the fare, and quickly get out of the car, and then I feel it. My phone is vibrating in my pants pocket with an incoming text message. I quickly take it out and read it. It's from Ashley, "OK, maybe you're right. Let's meet up later."

  I can't help but smile at the small victory. See, I told you. I don't take no for an answer; I always get what I want.

  11

  Ashley

  I knock on his door, shifting my weight from foot to foot as I wait for a response. Sure, I could've pressed the electric doorbell, but what the hell? I’ve always been a little old fashioned. It doesn’t
take long: a few seconds after my first knock I hear footsteps from the other side. I take a deep breath to calm myself as Arsen opens the door, a wide smile on his lips.

  He looks at me shamelessly, his eyes wandering from my face to my breasts, and then down to my waist. God, the way he looks at me is so goddamn intoxicating.

  “You look good,” he says, stepping to the side and inviting me in. Oh, of course I look good—tight black dress and the tiniest lace thong I could find, I came ready for action… And something in the tone of his voice unleashes that wild beast I keep hidden inside of me. My mind goes blank and, next thing I know, I’m walking toward him with a sure step. I grab him by the collar of his shirt and before he has the time to react I press my mouth against his. His eyes widen in surprise, but he regains his composure quickly enough, his hands immediately darting to my waist. “Someone’s pretty eager.”

  “You can’t imagine how eager I am right now,” I shoot back, pressing my hand against his crotch. He’s already as hard as rock, so I curl my fingers around the shape of his cock, grinning wildly at him. To say that I’m eager is putting it mildly, really, after that phone call with Client 5, "King Henry," I just can’t wait to feel Arsen’s cock once more. In a sense, it’s weird. Here I am, jumping into Arsen’s arms because a stranger’s voice drove me completely insane with pleasure. A day in the life of a phone sex operator, right?

  “I like eager. Good,” he simply whispers, a flicker of darkness in his eyes. I’ve set something in motion that I can’t stop—and, hell, it sounds so damn good.

  With his hands on my waist he pushes me back across the hallway and into the living room. I walk backward awkwardly, only stopping when my ass meets the edge of his leather couch. On the way there my eyes wander to the wall where he pinned me… The one where he fucked me relentlessly, memories of the most perfect sex I’ve ever had flooding my mind.

  I take my fingers to his collar, ready to start unbuttoning it, but he's faster than I am. Hooking his fingers on my hip, he makes me turn around and, with one forearm across my shoulder blades, bends me over the couch. I bite my lower lip as he grabs my ass harshly, his long fingers bunching up my dress as he touches me. A gasp leaves my lips as he slaps my buttocks with the back of his hand, the sound of it almost too exhilarating.

  “Since our last time together,” he says, leaning forward and whispering against my ear, “I couldn’t stop thinking about bending you over and spanking your perfect little ass.” He does it again then, smacking my other buttock even more harshly.

  “Have you been thinking of just that?” I ask, looking at him over my shoulder. His smile turns into a wicked grin immediately, telling me the answer before he even speaks.

  “Oh, no. I’ve been thinking of a lot more.” Still grinning, he runs his hands up my legs and slides them under my dress, his long warm fingers going over the curve of my ass cheeks until they meet the fabric of my thong. He grabs it harshly and I bite down on my lip as I prepare for him to take it off of me; but, somehow, he changes ideas. His hands go down and he curls his thumbs around the hemline of my dress, pushing it up to my waist; then he goes down to his knees and I feel my heart starting to drum wildly in anticipation. Whatever he has in store for me, I can barely wait.

  I close my eyes as he lunges forward, pressing his mouth against my pussy and breathing in my scent. His hands are on my buttocks, grabbing my curves and keeping the dress up in my waist. Sucking my pussy over the fabric of my thong, his touch makes me close my eyes and moan in excitement. It might be an obvious thing to say, but there’s something wildly erotic about having a man’s mouth between your thighs. Especially when he enjoys it almost as much as I do.

  With a flick of his fingers he pushes his tongue just an inch to the side, baring my wet folds. Lapping at me with his tongue, he runs it between my pussy lips—up and down, up and down, the rhythmic motion pulling me into a trance of delight and ecstasy. I curl my fingers hard around the edge of the couch, my body tightening as he jabs with his tongue, slowly sliding it into my pussy.

  I gasp as, with a sudden movement, he places his hands on my hips and tugs on my thong harshly. He pulls his head back, sliding the fabric down my legs at the same time; before I even have the time to prepare for it, he’s on me again, mouth wide open.

  “Oh, God…” I moan, his tongue working me with such perfection I don’t even feel the urge to move. I just want to stand still and bask in pleasure. He has other plans, though—with his hands on my hips he makes me sway my body, pushing my pussy against his mouth as I bend even more over the edge of the couch. His hands then run over to my buttocks and he grabs me firmly, smacking his hands against my flesh; he massages my ass for a while and then, no warning whatsoever, slaps me hard across the cheeks with the back of his hand. I grit my teeth, the pain of it mixing with the pleasure he’s inflicting upon me with his mouth.

  I try to open my eyes but I can’t even do that; every single fiber in my body is filled with pleasure, and there’s little that my brain can do right now except try and process all of it. Suddenly, all hell breaks loose. Still sucking on me, he angles his head slightly so that he can fit two fingers over my pussy. He slides them in quickly, a loud moan leaving my lips as I feel his fingertips pressed against my G-spot. I come immediately, my muscles becoming as rigid as concrete before they start to shake and tremble, releasing all the tension inside of them.

  Supporting myself with my hands on the couch, I motion to turn, but he grabs me by the hips and keeps me in place. “I’m not done,” he simply says, pulling back from my pussy. The moment the last word leaves his lips he dives in again, sucking on my pussy as he laps at me with his tongue, an electric storm raging through me. He slides his fingers back inside of me, but this time he starts flicking his wrist as well.

  I’m no longer standing still; I start to thrust back at him, pressing my pussy against his mouth, my ass cheeks against his face. He licks me even more furiously, devouring my pussy relentlessly as I fill the whole apartment with my quivering moans.

  A shiver goes up my spine as he places both his hands on my ass, grabbing my cheeks once again. He moves his fingers further in, spreading my cheeks apart and sliding his thumb over my ass crack. When he goes over my asshole he stops, applying a gentle pressure there as fireworks start to go off behind my eyelids. I’m on the verge of coming again, only a few moments after I’ve just exploded.

  He slides his tongue over the whole length of my pussy, electricity pooling in my muscles as he goes. Moving back and forth in a rhythmic motion, he suddenly keeps going, his tongue sliding from my drenched lips to between my ass cheeks. I tremble as I feel him go, and I clench my ass as an instinctive reaction. He doesn’t care for my embarrassment; he simply grabs my ass harder, forcing me to spread my cheeks as he moves his tongue up my crack. There’s not much that I can do but yield. I relax my body, my chin quivering in delight as his tongue goes over my ass. He presses it there, and then starts circling that sensitive spot with entrancing movements.

  As he licks my ass he moves one hand to between my thighs, placing two fingers over my clitoris. He starts to rub me there at once, all the electricity in my body turning into a raging storm. With his fingers on my clit and his tongue on my ass, I come undone; I grit my teeth and shout through them, thrusting back against his face as my whole body starts to tremble. I’m grabbing the edge of the couch so fiercely my knuckles have turned white.

  Slowly, he pulls back from me. I don’t even move; I just remain bent over the couch, hanging limply by the waist. I’m breathing hard, my eyes still closed as I try to reel from all the ecstasy still burning in my body.

  Arsen goes up to his feet and, leaning into me, whispers against my ear. “That was just a taste of what’s to come,” he tells me, his hands still resting on my buttocks. He moves them to the side and hooks his fingers on my hips, making me jut my ass back at him. I press my cheeks against his crotch, feeling his bulging shape between my cheeks. Swaying my body from side
to side, I start grinding against him, the urge to feel him inside of me growing and growing. God, I want him so damn much!

  Suddenly, I stand up straight and turn on my heels, facing him with a grin on my lips. Before he even has the time to stop me, I reach for his crotch and grab his thick cock. Right now, it’s my turn to take the lead.

  One hand wrapped tight around his cock, I place the other one against his chest and push him back, my eyes never leaving his. He’s grinning now, allowing me to lead him and anxious to see what’s on my mind.

  The moment his back hits the wall I let go of his cock and place both my hands on his shirt. With a savage grin, I pull on it as harshly as I can, ripping the fabric and making all the buttons pop out and scatter around the floor. Flattening my hands against his chest, I close my eyes and run my fingers over his hard muscles, feeling every turn and curve of his pectorals and abdominals. It doesn’t matter how many times I touch and see them, they always have the same affect on me. And his tattoos… They add that edge of unruliness that I just can’t help but love.

  I let my hands go further down and then, when I meet the contour of his pants, I unbuckle his belt and pull it out of its loops. My fingers trembling with the anxiety of anticipation, I unbutton his pants, a shiver going through me as his cock tents his boxer briefs and presses hard against my knuckles.

  All strength leaves my body and I go down on my knees. As I go, I hook my fingers on his underwear and pull them down, his cock springing free right in front of my face. More than anything, I want to grab it, to open my mouth wide and let him slide it in all the way… But first I want to take a good look at his naked body: I tug on his pants and underwear as he kicks off his shoes, and then I pull them out as he lifts his feet. I look up, my heart beating wildly as I take a mental picture of the naked man in front of me.

  His body screams sex, all of it. He’s muscled, but not in a fit or trendy way—more than a cover model, he looks like a warrior, ready to rip apart anyone that dares stand in his way. And, of course, when he puts all these muscles to work… My pussy clenches just at the thought. Really, have I ever been this wet?