The Ivy League

by Parker, Ruby

  The Ivy League

  By Ruby Parker

  Copyright © 2012 Ruby Parker

  Chapter One

  “You will speak only when told to do so,” the young man behind the heavy oak desk said. His voice was a steady baritone that shook through Sara. He had still not looked up at her, not even once, since she had entered his office. “Is that understood?”

  “Yes,” Sara said, her voice shaky and quiet. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Her heart was lodged firmly in her throat, but she had made her decision and she couldn’t back out now.

  “Good,” the man said, finally looking up at her. His smoky grey eyes caught her off guard as they perused her body, a smirk forming on his lips as they did. “Then I will use this as an opportunity to teach you a lesson.”

  He stood up, unhooking the cufflinks on his white collared shirt as he walked around the desk. The air thickened as he came closer. She swallowed the lump of nerves in her throat. His presence was suffocating. He rolled his sleeves up, slow and casual, the simple gesture inexplicably making Sara even more uncomfortable.

  “You have disobeyed me,” he said, his deep voice dropping to a low whisper. He linked his forefinger under her chin and raising her eyes to his. “I told you not to speak.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said, batting wide green eyes innocently at him. “I didn’t realize we were starting.”

  Sara instantly wanted to smack herself on the forehead. She wanted to seem professional, even if this was her first time.

  “I will let it slide this time,” he said, fighting the urge to smile. Mistress Gwen told him he would enjoy this girl, but he had not expected her to be this good. It was so incredibly erotic to see such an innocent creature doing something so depraved and sordid. He turned away from her, walking across the expanse of his corner office “Do not disobey me again.”

  She swallowed, trying to dislodge the perpetual lump in her throat, and gave the man a small nod to let him know she understood..

  It was not a normal practice to meet the clients anywhere but agency specified hotels, or so she had been told. But this was such an illustrious client that exceptions were made. The beautiful night view of the city through the floor to ceiling windows went completely unappreciated as Sara fought to keep her composure. She just kept telling herself that after this one night, she would never have to do this again.

  The man grabbed a glass from the top shelf of the wet bar, filling it with a honey colored liquid. He turned to her, raising his glass in a silent offer that was rejected by a single nervous headshake. He enjoyed a sip, swirling the liquid in the glass as he savored the taste of it on his tongue.

  Sara was mildly afraid of passing out as she tried to calm the wild flutter of her heart. At the same time, she found relief at meeting this client. He was young and handsome. Tall, with broad shoulders and dark hair that sat in a pile of loose curls gelled back on his head. His grey eyes were framed with thick black eyebrows and a chiseled jaw. He exuded masculinity in his every cell. His motions were casual and practiced, but powerful in even the simplest gesture. Her stomach pulsed with desire. She had never felt this way before. Maybe because she had never met anyone like him before.

  “Sit,” he said, turning back around to her. The only light in the office was the night-lights of the city, casting everything in shadows. Sara spied the closest chair and made her way to it.

  “Not there,” he said, a smirk forming on his thick lips. He was already enjoying this girl immensely. The simple innocence she exuded was perfect. He had been through many of Madam Gwen’s girls looking for one like this. He licked his lips in anticipation of the night to come.

  “Where…” she began to speak as she stood from the chair, her words stopping short when she realized she had violated his rule.

  He made a tsk sound as he stalked closer to her, his eyes locking with hers. They were far too intense for her to hold, and she looked away from him. She was afraid to find out what his punishment would be for her. Clients weren’t allowed to physically harm them, of course, but it’s not like she could squeal to the police if he did. Her heart thumped in heavy beats, and she realized she was holding her breath. She released it in a heavy sigh, wondering how she had gotten into this mess. Her friend had only told her such a little bit about this job, really just the basics of what she was getting into. She said Madam Gwen would explain things, but she hadn’t. The Madam simply handed her a piece of paper with an address and a sum written on it. The sum was so large that at the time Sara was too dazzled to ask any questions. Now she seriously wished she had. The man’s slow, methodical steps stopped next to one of the leather couches that made up a seating arrangement in the absurdly large office.

  “What’s your name?” he asked, savoring another sip of his whiskey. “You may speak to answer.”

  “My name,” she said, her eyes scanning the floor to avoid looking at him as she tried to think of a fake name. “Um…Scarlett.”

  It was so obvious she was lying he wanted to laugh. He knew none of the girls ever gave their real name, but they at least made it sound convincing.

  “What’s your real name?” he said, sitting down on the couch and setting his glass on the table beside it. His arm remained casually slung over the arm of the couch, his legs crossing as he leaned back.

  “You may speak again to answer,” he said, after a short silence. He could see the thought and panic on her face. She was terribly easy to read, and so far, worth every penny of the massive amount he paid for her.

  “I thought,” she said, her eyes darting up to take a quick peak at him before looking back at the floor, “that’s not…”

  “Right,” he said, a smirk cracking his lips again. “The rules I’m sure you realize they don’t apply to someone like me. Tell me your name.”

  Sara hesitated to answer him. She didn’t really see the harm in telling him, but she knew it was against the rules. And the rules were the rules for a reason. She was so out of place doing this that she didn’t really want to make a big mistake she would hate herself for later.

  “Very well,” he said, his voice turning sharp and cold. He stood from the couch and walked briskly over to his desk. “If you cannot obey me, then you will leave. Without payment.”

  He was hoping she would take his bait. The money always got them. He was rewarded when she looked up at him, her green eyes shining with fear.

  “Its…” she shook her head, looking away from him. She couldn’t hold his intense gaze as he stared back at her. “Sara.”

  How fitting, he thought. Now that was indeed a real name. He was in fact surprised that she hadn’t tried to simply give him another fake name. He would have been satisfied with that. He didn’t really want to know her real name, only wanted to make her squirm before he had his way with her.

  Chapter Two

  He watched her for a moment, the silence hanging around them. The girl continued to hide her eyes from him, looking everywhere in the office but at him. He was a man with a particular appetite when it came to women. He enjoyed the innocence that inevitably disappeared with experience. His problem in finding such a girl was he was too busy to invest the time a relationship with such a girl would take. Taking over his father’s company after his untimely death had left him with very little free time. So he paid a Madame to play out his desires.

  Sara’s heart continued to pound against her ribcage. She could see the client out of the periphery of her steady gaze on the floor. She didn’t dare look up at him for fear that she would completely loose her nerve. Somewhere in the haze that clouded her brain, the thought that this was somehow so inherently wrong rolled around. But she was never much of a romantic, and from everything she had heard, the first time was not such a great
experience. It made sense to her that she could instead use it to help her, in the form of a large cash payment. Some called it prostitution, she preferred the term pragmatic.

  He opened a small refrigerator under the counter of the wet bar and pulled out a bowl of strawberries. He liked to woo his prey before he had his way with them. He found it helped them to open up, to relax into the fantasy.

  “Sit,” he said again as he turned the faucet on. “On the couch.”

  He ran each strawberry under the stream of cold water as he watched her shuffle quietly over to the couch and sit down. He took a moment to appreciate the outfit she had chosen. A floral print sundress that hugged her slight curves perfectly. His eyes followed the swell and curves of her bottom. It was absolutely perfect. Not too large, with the perfect level of dip at the end. His fingers itched to wrap around it. Soon he would allow himself such a pleasure, but for now he was going to toy with her just a bit more.

  “Have a strawberry,” he said, setting the freshly washed bowl on the table beside the girl. She glanced up at him for a moment before reaching out for the fruit.

  “Not that one,” he said. She jerked her hand back, her eyes shooting back up at him in question.

  “This one,” he said, picking a strawberry from the bowl, his eyes locked on her as he sat beside her. He lifted the fruit to her lips. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes still not meeting his. Her lips parted ever so slightly before he crammed the tip of the strawberry past. She took the bite. It was positively the most delicious strawberry she had ever eaten. It was just the right amount of sweet, with a soft but still slightly chewy texture. A droplet of sticky red juice trickled down her chin as he pulled the fruit away.

  Before Sarah had time to react, he leaned forward, his tongue trailing out slightly and licking up the drop of juice, ending in a kiss just at the corner of her lips. He pulled back to look at her with hooded eyes. Her heart had lodged itself in her throat and her abdomen pounded with a strange heat she had never felt before. She could smell the lingering whiskey on his lips, the fragrance mixing with the taste of the strawberry.

  “Delicious, aren’t they?” he said, his voice thick with lust.

  Sara swallowed the lump of fruit, trying to shuffle her thoughts to produce answer. She hesitated, her mind too foggy to utter a simple ‘yes’. His perfectly groomed eyebrow lifted ever so slightly, a sign that he was waiting for an answer. She finally managed a single nod in the affirmative, her eyes focusing on the floor, as she tried to calm her rapidly fraying nerves. She had never met anyone that made her feel this way before.

  He brought the remainder of the ruby fruit to his lips, taking a bite as he watched her with what she was sure was dastardly thoughts. His eyes were calculating, as his lips curled into a devilish smirk. Sara didn’t know his name. She didn’t know anything about him. But she was about to lose her virginity to him for a very hefty price.

  Chapter Three

  “Don’t be so shy, Sara,” he said, his voice taunting her as he ran a finger down her bare arm. A wave of goose bumps rose in the wake of his finger.

  “I’m not…” Sara began to defend herself, but her words stopped short when she remembered the rules. She wanted to slap herself for the slip up. There was a twinkle in his eye that led her to believe that he had been waiting for that. A chance to punish her.

  “Ah,” he said, as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, studying the curve of her neck as if in a trance. “Sara, I’m disappointed. That was too easy.”

  Her punishment had already been rolling around his mind. Nothing too harsh. He wanted to ease her into things. Just because he liked to dominate didn’t mean he didn’t care about his partners pleasure, even if he was buying her affections.

  “Kneel in front of me,” he said, his voice mockingly harsh. Sara swallowed her nerves and did as he said. The tile floor was cold and hard on her bare knees.

  “Feed me a strawberry,” he said, as he looked down his nose at her. Her slender fingers felt for one of the chunky berries, lifting it to his lips for him to take a bite. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her. Time slowed to a crawl as he locked his eyes onto hers. His lips wrapped slowly around the fruit. He savored the taste of the strawberry, his meaty lips coming down to her wrist as he chewed, kissing her pounding pulse point. His face was a blank stare, but his eyes burned with passion. It was a good thing she was kneeling in his lap, because if she had been standing she would have collapsed at the intensity of it all.

  “Are you going to obey me now?” he asked as his lips took a break from their assault on her inner arm. His eyes watched her to see an affirmative nod, then flicked back down to her wrist where he planted one more kiss before releasing her.

  “Sit back down,” he said, as he rose and strode casually back over to the wet bar, filling his now empty whiskey glass with cubes of ice. He returned to the couch, setting the glass next to the table as he stared down at Sara. Her eyes continued to avoid his. He enjoyed the shy, innocence she exhibited immensely. It fed his ego, his male pride, made him feel in complete control. A man like him needed that. But these escorts were by no means inexperienced. Most of them actually actively trained to do what they did. They were all paid a premium, and they had to be worth it. Sara seemed to be incredibly good at what she did. She certainly played the innocence card well. But he knew better. She probably did this same act at least three times a week. It was a game, and they both knew it well.

  He hovered over her, staring down at her. She fidgeted on the leather couch as she tried to find a place to rest her eyes so as to avoid his stare. She waited for him to give her some direction. He could see the steady thumping of the thick vein that ran down the side of her neck. His hand reached out to her, his fingers feeling the softness of her hair. He leaned down, scooping under her chin to tilt her face more towards his. Her eyes slowly turned up to him. His lips found hers in a simple kiss, lingering as he tasted her. His kiss was warm, tingly, and Sara found herself wanting to prolong it.

  “Undress,” he said, breaking off the kiss. He turned away from her, reaching for a rapidly melting cube of ice and expecting her to follow his direction.

  Sara hesitated. She knew where things were heading, but this man confused her. He was nothing like what she had expected him to be. He was almost romantic one moment, then demanding and cold the next. He made her body ache and tingle. She shook her head, clearing the last bits of her doubt. She could do this, she would do this. She stood, her fingers working to untie the little shoulder straps that held her sundress on. The cotton fabric fell to the floor in a bundle around her feet and she was left entirely exposed. One of the few instructions she had received was to wear nothing underneath her dress. The client liked that, she was told.

  He nearly choked on his ice cube when his eyes shifted back onto her naked flesh. She was breathtaking. Her breasts sat perfectly in the middle of her chest, a beautiful teardrop shape topped off with a blushing pink center. She wasn’t overly thin. Her body curved in all the right places. And beneath a taught and lightly toned abdomen was a neatly groomed patch of coal black curls.

  Sara was having enormous trouble keeping herself from passing out as his eyes roamed her body, appraising his purchase. She knew she should feel at least a little ashamed, but for some reason it only seemed to excite her more knowing that a man like this would pay so much for a single evening with her. It was hard to tell if he was enjoying himself, but she assumed if he wasn’t he would let her know very quickly.

  His hand burned into her flesh as it wrapped around her midsection, pulling her body flush with his. Sara gulped in a deep breath, trying to suppress the rising heat that had overcome her with his closeness. His smell, so masculine and clean, filled her nose. It was a fitting smell for him. Sara clutched at his shoulders, feeling the bunch and shift of the thick muscles underneath as his hands began to explore her. He bent his knees as his hands grasped the swell of her bottom, his lips wrapping around a nipple.

  Sa
ra reacted instantly to the stimulation of his icy cold tongue. She couldn’t hold in the gasp that escaped her lips. His lips continued to play as one of his hands felt its way up her body, prodding at the thick flesh of her other breast. The hot wave that washed through her was more than anything she had ever felt before. Every nerve in her body was firing. How he could elicit such a response with such a simple, rough touch baffled her.

  “Hm,” he made a sound as he pulled away from her, his lips turned up in a smirk. His index finger tapped the taught nipple that he had been suckling, his eyes turning up to look at her. His voice was husky and lust filled. “You are enjoying this, Sara.”

  “No,” she gasped, taken aback by the statement. She knew as soon as she said it, as did he, that it was a lie. At least on a purely physical level she was definitely enjoying herself. But emotionally she was an absolute wreck. She wasn’t even sure why she said no, why she felt the need to hide her desire for him.

  “Sara,” he said, his smile widening as he straightened to stare her down. “It seems you have trouble learning my only rule.”

  Chapter Four

  Sara wanted to bite her tongue off. Actually, she wanted to bite him. He was trapping her into talking on purpose so that he could punish her. She was prepared to satisfy whatever fantasy her client had, but the thought of anything too aggressive made her very uneasy.

  “Undress me,” he said, “and then you will be given the opportunity to make up for your slight.”

  Sarah began to undo the buttons of his crisp, white-collared shirt. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move, but she dared not look up at him. Her hands reached under the folds of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and revealing a toned torso, speckled with thick tufts of chest hair. He was quite possibly the most masculine thing Sara had ever come in contact with and it was causing a serious haze of desire to cloud her thoughts. She could feel her cheeks radiating heat.