Authors: Ruby Parker
“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 bac
k 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 h
is 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 tro
uble 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.
Sara
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.”
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.
His pride swelled slightly when he saw the blush rise on her cheeks at the
mere sight of his naked torso. She paused, not comfortable with the thought of removing his only remaining article of clothing. Somewhere, in the back of his lust-hazed mind, curiosity began to set in. Could this be the girl’s first experience with a man? He had ordered this same fantasy many times, and most of the girls were able to satisfy his desires quite effectively. But none of them were as good as this girl at staying entirely in character. His hand reached for hers, and before she had time to react he placed her hand on the steadily growing lump in his groin.
The breath stuck in her throat,
and she yanked her hand back as if the touch of him burned her. She couldn’t look anywhere but a single spot on the floor. She knew she had already slipped up a lot, but she still wanted to look professional, and not let on that this was her first time. She swallowed the stalled breath and forced herself to reach for him.
He
allowed a sigh of pleasure to play on his lips while he showed her how to touch him through the front of his still buttoned pants. He was swelling to a point of aching, and he needed some friction to satisfy him, at least momentarily. Her fingers felt around the length of him, exploring his shape and size through the fabric. The heat on her cheeks grew with his size as she touched him tentatively. Her fingers played up and down his shaft as he leaned into her touch.
“Remove
my pants,” he whispered into her hair. “I want you to feel my bare flesh.”
Sara
complied, her fingers shaking as she pulled down the zipper. The woven silk pants dropped to his ankles with a gentle push over his hips. The large bulge in his black boxer briefs held her attention as she tried to make out in her mind what was beneath the cotton fabric. She had seen a man naked before, but it somehow looked different in person.
He watched her,
as she trembled while obeying him. He knew already that he would be ordering her again. She was taking her time, hesitant with every action, but still compliant. So gentle, delicate, unsure.
Her fingers hooked around the band of his underwear,
her eyes glancing up at him, unsure, as she slowly pulled them down. It was the first time she had ever seen a man so close, so raw, and so hard. It looked so strange, sticking straight out at her with a contoured tip. As she continued to gawk at the stiffened appendage it twitched, as if winking at her. She jerked back slightly, looking up to notice the smirk on his face as he watched her staring at him.
“
Touch me,” he said with a silent chuckle in his words. He could see the heavy blush on her cheeks, the shocked curiosity in her eyes. She was absolutely perfect.
It took everything Sara
had to keep her hands from shaking as she reached out for him. Her fingers ghosted over the hard flesh. It felt like nothing she would have ever expected. The skin was so soft, but beneath it was pure muscle, tensed and hard. Sara could feel the heat travelling up her arm, into her body, settling like a hot coal in her belly. Her knees threatened to give out and send her crumpling to the floor. She nearly jumped out of her own skin as his hand wrapped around hers, pulling her back and forth against his engorged flesh.
“Like that
,” he said, his voice coming out in ragged huffs as he guided her to touch him. She found it oddly empowering that she could affect him in such a way, especially when he had such a stranglehold on her. Her movements became bolder as she stroked him with a mix of rough and gentle, fast and slow. She explored every sense of him that floated around her as she did, trying to come to terms with the feelings he had awoken in her.
“Taste me,” he said, his voice low. His hooded eyes were locked onto her, but they threatened to roll to the back of his skull by the pleasure that racked him with her simple touching. He had never had a girl this good before. He could see her hesitation. The uncertainty that shone in her eyes fueled his passions. This girl was very good.
His fingers curled
into her soft hair, gently pulling her closer to him. He didn’t want to force her into anything, rather just guide her to what it was he wanted from her.
“You might like it,
” he mumbled.
The
smirk that curled the sides of his lips didn’t do anything to calm Sara’s nerves. She could barely bring herself to look at it, much less put it in her mouth. And even if she did, she wouldn’t know what to do with it after that. She knew she could say no, put her dress back on and walk out of the office. But he had paid her a hefty sum for her services. Services that she had thought long and hard about, and decided it was something she was sure about. It was just this one night, and she had to deliver.
“Just the tip,” he said, seeing her
persistent hesitation. He found he liked it more than he would expect. Her hand was still on his shaft, as if she had forgotten it was there, while her eyes looked up at him, round with a hint of fear behind them. His hand on the back of her head coaxed her forward.
Sara licked her lips unconsciously as the request rolled around in her head. She
allowed him to pull her closer while she closed her eyes. If she actually saw it, she thought she might pass out. Her lips puckered around the head. The flesh was so soft and hard at the same time. Her eyes opened to look up and into his.
“That’s good,” he said
, the words coming out almost as a moan. “More.”
Sara wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by more, but she found
that she was oddly pleased by his reaction, so she again kissed him. His hand held her closer to him, and she opened her mouth to accommodate the gentle thrust of his hips. His flesh filled her mouth. His hands guided her in a rhythmic back and forth motion.
Her touch was unsure. H
e found that vastly more pleasurable than the usual skill that these girls had. It wasn’t as physically stimulating, but it was inherently pleasurable for him to teach her. Even if it was just pretend.
“Use your tongue
more,” he said, continuing to guide her. Sara pulled back, running the tip of her tongue along the upper part of his shaft and swirling around the curves of the tip. Heat pooled in her stomach as the taste of his skin filled her senses.
“That’s…very good,” he panted
, reluctantly pulling her away. If she continued to service him in such a way, their evening would be over far sooner than he would like.
“Do you ever touch yourself here, Sara?” he asked as he swirled lazy little circles around her bundle of nerves. The very edge of his lip pulled up on one side, his grey eyes watching her half lidded with desire. “You may speak to answer me.”