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I wrap my hands around her smaller frame and nuzzle her neck, inhaling the sweet scent she radiates. Innocence, sugariness, with a touch of boldness. Plain, fucking beautiful. And dangerous. Women like her are exactly the reason why I keep my distance. They’re poisonous.
To say that I’m surprised by mysurpriseis an understatement, and it pisses me the hell off. Big, the fucker. We don’t like each other, that’s no secret there. But this is taking it to the next level.
I cannot look away from those almond-shaped, slightly wide-set eyes, the color of lava. Her skin is pale and that, together with her light brown hair give her a nearly golden glow.Nearly. Because we both know that this is just a dirty lie. She’s booked for the weekend. Nothing more than an escort.
I eye the narrow shackles around her ankles and wrists that are attached to a hook on the wall. She definitely knows how to put on a show and I like every moment of it, the villain I am. Yeah, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with some role playing. There’s literally nowhere for her to go, she's all mine.Mineto play with. Mine tofuck. I feel my cock harden further at the thought.
I tug on the chains and pull her closer, while sliding her dress further open with my other hand to gain full access to her exposed skin.
“Lift your hips, sugar,” I instruct as I start to peel down the pantyhose that now reveal simple, black panties. Shaking her head, Angélique presses her ass firmly to the ground.
“No. Let's talk a bit first, okay? Can you tell me something about that painting?” I follow her gaze and look over my shoulder, already knowing what I’ll see. “That, sweet Angélique, is the Eiffel Tower. You should know, right?”
“I do. Have you ever been?”
I glance back at her and give her a slow smile. “Ah, are we going to do that now? Verbal foreplay, is that what you want, baby?”
“Why not?” Her eyes are still wide and filled with an emotion I can’t quite grasp. I shrug.
“All right. My mother has French roots. She’s been captivated by it. Since as long as I can remember, she studies the language and learns about the culture.”
What thehell? I want to bite off my own tongue for sharing that nugget. I never talk about my family with strangers and certainly not with a woman.
“And you?” She prompts, oblivious to my whirl of thoughts.
“And mewhat?”
“Do you share her passion for the French culture?”
I stall, not liking where this conversation is heading. “Nah.” Teasing the insides of her warm thigh, I try to distract her and myself. When I continue peeling the thin layer of fabric of her pantyhose down to her chained ankles, I relish the way her breath catches. She licks her lips and avoids my gaze, but I see how she slightly shifts against the cushion. It turns her on. And God, it drives me wild. I slowly move to her lower abdomen, then stroke her around the center of her heat, teasing her, stimulating her—all the while carefully avoiding touching her most sensitive spot.
“We have the entire weekend. We can at least make some conversation, right?” She sounds breathy and her pupils dilate, forcing the warm chocolate brown of her irises.
“Is that what you usually do, make conversation?” I chuckle and a delicious pink blush spreads across her cheeks. “I’m not a big fan of that concept. I usually like to take what’s mine, play with it, fuck it, and then move on.” And none of those activities ever take place in my home, for that matter. To be precise, whenever I want to get laid, I go to The Whisper, pay one of the escorts, enjoy their services and go home. Home’s a safe haven, a place I solely share with my family. Apart from the people who really matter, no one else has ever been up here. It will be wise to remind any of my team members to keep that in mind for future surprises.
This conversation’s ridiculous and distracting as hell.
She blushes deeper at my words, then hesitates briefly before whispering, “Why don’t we play a little game?” Her soft voice interrupts my train of thought again, much to my own surprise. I’m not known for being a philosopher. She continues, “You seem to be close to your mother, right?” My silence seems to encourage her. “Why don’t I answer all your questions about France, and in exchange, we will not have any sexual intercourse.”
“Sexual intercourse?” I snicker. “Ah yeah,religious, right?” I touch the silver cross again and pull it lightly, forcing her to look me in the eye. “And why the fuck would I do that?”
“I'll answer any—”
“I heard you,” I hiss. My inner devil wants to punish her for even bringing it up. I want to rip off every single remaining garment from her body and slide my throbbing cock with one smooth movement right in her tight heat. That will shut her up.
She wants to play? Then come and play, sugar.
My nostrils flare as I take a deep breath. “This better be good, because you sure as hell are pushing your luck.”
“OK, great.” Her voice becomes high-pitched, revealing relief. “What about, five questions?”
I shrug. “Five questions, but fuck France. Tell me about you; entertain me. No sex tonight, but Iwilltouch you, play with you and make you come.” Which is an absurd proposition, and definitely deviates from my normal practice. But hell, thisgameis strangely enjoyable and yeah, part of me wants that sweet face convulsing with pleasure as she comes all over my fingers. Angélique waits for a heartbeat before pressing her lips together. “Fine, I mean, you can ask questions about me. But the other part, is erm, not necessary. You, me, I mean.” Her face flushes and I blink. What the hell’s this escort playing at? One thing’s for sure, she’s one hell of an actress.
“Then we don't have a deal,” I sneer, suddenly eager to find out just how far I can push this. I know I have a fetish kink, but damn, this whole shyness is a definite turn-on. She opens her mouth and closes it again, then slowly nods while her eyes still don’t meet mine. Seconds pass and I find myself actually being curious what her next move will be.
“Okay.”
“Okaywhat?”
