LISA
I should have thought this through, but that's the problem with attraction, isn't it? The pull of attraction makes you go right against every reason. This won't end well; I know that, yet I'm still here, pushing away the alarm bells in the back of my mind. When there's genuine chemistry, it feels wrong to get paid for what I do but what's the alternative? I'm no match for someone like Jennie.
My driver stops in front of the house and as soon as I step out of the car, it starts pouring down with rain. I rush to the front door and it opens wide, revealing the elegant and breathtakingly beautiful woman I've been fantasizing about all day. It's a shock to my system to see her again even though I was here yesterday. She's wearing her satin robe and her perfectly smooth curves and hard nipples are visible through the fragile fabric. Jennie has no idea what she does to me.
"Come in." She walks me to the kitchen, where she grabs a dishtowel and starts drying my hair. The way she presses her body into mine while she runs it over my face sends a surge of longing through me. "You're wet."
"I am. Are you?" I ask with a flirty smile.
Jennie returns my smile. "Very." Her voice is breathy and her eyes filled with need as they lower to my lips. As if on cue, we fall into a passionate kiss, our tongues colliding in a frenzy of lust, our mouths locked tight and hard. The towel falls to the floor, my hands are in her hair and hers are under my shirt. There's no talking this time, no drink to settle the nerves and no gentle exploring. The in control and composed woman I normally am when I visit clients is gone too and I'm absorbed by her.
Pushing her against the kitchen island, I brush her hair away and devour her neck, breathing in her scent. She has such a delicate neck, soft and shapely, and the vein at the base is throbbing frantically against my lips. Her heart is pounding hard; I can feel it drumming against my chest as I press my body into hers.
Jennie tilts her head to the side and moans while she clutches onto me like a life raft. The sweet little breathy sounds of her pleasure make me shiver as I slide her robe from her shoulder to kiss it.
"Let's go upstairs," I mumble against her skin while I cup her breast. "I've been dying to taste you."
"Are you comfortable?" Jennie's at my mercy and she loves it. Besides the intense heat in her eyes, uncertainty, anticipation and a hint of fear seep through her gaze as I finish securing her wrists to the bedframe.
"Yes," she says softly, her hands tugging at the silk restraints. She's wearing a white lingerie set that despite its sexy cut, looks strangely innocent and almost virginal on her. Her V-cut lace bra is hanging off one shoulder, baring a rock-hard nipple, and her white Brazilian panties are drenched with her arousal.
This was my idea, but she didn't think twice when I suggested it. Our chemistry is too intense, our interaction too organic and I can't let her touch me again because it really messed with my head the first time. Making myself even more vulnerable to someone who is paying me is not an option, yet I've never found myself so conflicted. Yes, I enjoyed it very much—too much—but I also have to keep in mind that Jennie just transferred twenty-seven hundred dollars to Hamptons' Escorts, of which two thousand will be in my account tomorrow morning. She's paying me. This isn't real. It's my mantra for tonight and I'm mentally repeating it over and over, reminding myself of what I am to her. Someone who brings her a sense of excitement. Someone who is helping her explore who she is. Someone she's physically attracted to. Someone who will always be her dirty secret. And someone who will be replaced by a partner as soon as she feels better about herself and starts dating again. This is what I am, and I'd better own it or she'll be the biggest mistake I ever made.
I straddle her and watch her for a while, pulling, twisting underneath me, contemplating using the word that will free her within less than ten seconds until she finally gives up and acquiesces. Jennie stops resisting. She trusts me.
"That's a good girl," I say, drawing a nervous chuckle from her lips. "Stay still and enjoy the ride. I promise I won't hurt you." I know Jennie is not the kind of person who likes to be spanked, my instincts are strong with her. She relaxes a little at my words, but her chest is still heaving fast, the exposed nipple calling for my mouth. Wearing only my boxers, I grind myself into her center and smile when she moans. Her eyes shift between my face and my breasts while she bites her lower lip. She likes my breasts.
"You have no idea how much I want to taste you." I bend forward to kiss her slow and deep until she's a moaning, jerking puddle of wetness. Oral sex is not done in my line of work. Not without protection, but she's been tested and besides, I've already promised to use my tongue on her and to blow her mind, so I've crossed every boundary there is to cross. After fantasizing about this non-stop for the past week, I yearn to have my mouth between her thighs. Her chest shoots up when I twirl my tongue around her nipple and softly nip and bite. Another long moan, and then she holds her breath as I move farther down. The spot above her hipbone gets extra attention; I love how it makes her wiggle in pleasure and her restraints are only heightening her arousal. My hands slide up her thighs, pushing them apart and she groans and spreads her legs farther, inviting my mouth to the most secret part of her. She smells sweet and the thin strip of hair tickles my lips as I kiss it so softly, barely touching. My hot breath blowing over her sex is enough to make her cry out.
"Jesus, Lisa…"
I look up at her for a moment and she meets my eyes, her gaze dark and loaded with anticipation. I love it when she says my name and soon, she'll be screaming it out. Again, I blow, and wait, and the waiting is driving her mad.
"Please," she begs in a strangled voice. "Please. I can't take this anymore."
I simply stare at her in silence and then after long moments and without warning, I lean in and trace the full length of her sex with the tip of my tongue. The unrestrained and drawn-out cry that escapes her is paired with the sinful jerking of her hips against my mouth and I moan too, drinking in her intoxicating juices. She tastes divine, just like I knew she would, and I press down harder and repeat the action, this time lingering on her clit. When I suck it into my mouth, she lets out another loud cry and I know she's already close. Sliding two fingers inside her, I twirl my tongue around her clit. I can feel her racing pulse everywhere and she's swollen and ready to explode.
"Oh my God…" Jennie tenses up and elevates off the bed, the combined delight of my fingers and my tongue tipping her over the edge. I close my eyes as her walls contract hard and fast. "Lisa! Fuck!"
It's thrilling, wonderous and so very raw. Her legs wrap around my neck as she lets go, lifting her hips to chase my tongue. I linger in the moment, drawing it out while I listen to her beautiful cries. In this moment, Jennie is mine, and just for now, part of this is real. I don't want to let her go.