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Fuck, that sound is my undoing. I hold her down by her throat and her thigh, groaning low as I thrust my cock as deep into her as I can, and let go, filling her up with what feels likeyearsof pent-up release. The high is so fucking good, it feels like it will never end, my cock twitching as I empty myself into her tight little hole.
She rocks her hips like she's just as desperate for it, sighing prettily and lazily rubbing her swollen clit to draw out her own orgasm. Her other hand pets down my arm, ending at my wrist as my hand gentles on her throat. I drag my hand down to her chest to feel her rushing heart, finally able to catch my breath.
When I'm finally done, I pull out of her. A thick bead of white leaks out and I immediately push it back in with two fingers, smiling when she moans. I pet her clit in reward, relishing how she shivers against my touch.
“Good girl,” I growl. “You did so well for me.”
She smiles. “Thank you, Daddy.”
5
LAYLA
Sweetpea.
My heart thumps as I sit on the edge of the bed and listen to him leave. My body is in a lather of sweat, my mind racing as I try and piece together what the fuck just happened. Did he really think I wouldn’t recognize his voice? Sure, I haven’t spoken to him in ages, but he pretty much raised me for most of my childhood. When he spoke, I wassureit was him and any doubts I did have were erased the moment he called me Sweetpea.
He used to call me that name all the time. Back then, it gave me comfort, made me feel like someone was in my corner. Now, hearing him call me that raised all sorts of dirty, twisted feelings inside me.
I shiver again, unable to wipe the dazed smile off my face. I can’t believe this is happening. Though he never touched me like that when I was growing up, there were plenty of moments where I had wanted him to. The moment his fingers grazed over my skin, something awoke inside me. A feeling that I never knew existed. Fantasies were one thing, but experiencing it for real and still wanting him just as much?
That’s so messed up.
Yet my nipples harden just thinking about what we just did.
The security guard sticks his head in, ruining my little moment. I take the hint and gather my things, then go back to the dressing room to ready myself for my next client. When I walk inside, Marianne is waiting for me.
“You can go now, Layla.”
“Go?” I stare at her in shock. “But I’m only halfway through my shift. Did I do something wrong?”
Anxiety eats away at my stomach as doubts begin to creep in.
What if Logan said something to her to make her fire me?
“Quite the opposite,” she gives me an encouraging smile. “Your last client has paid to have exclusive rights to you. You’ll be rewarded substantially and in exchange you need to make yourself available for him every evening.”
“Wow, okay,” I beam, my eyes widening in shock.
As I pack my things, I bite back a smile. I’m fucking thrilled he wants to see me again and even more excited that he wants me exclusively. Does the thought of me with someone else drive him crazy?
I hope so.
* * *
Outside,I call Zoe, bursting to talk to someone about this. I know I can’t give too much away, but I can at least tell her about the exclusivity.
“Are you kidding me?” she hisses when I tell her. “You have one fucking client and he makes you exclusive? Girls have been there foryearsand never been given that kind of deal.”
“I guess I’m just special,” I tease.
“Special is right,” she grumbles. “You must be costing this guy a packet, which means you’ll be swimming in cash for doing sweet fuck all. I should get a bonus for bringing you in. Was it at least good sex?”
“It was fucking amazing,” I breathe, reliving the experience over in my mind.
I’m so tempted to tell her about Logan, but I stop myself. Not just because I’m worried about her judgement, but also because I don’t want to mess this up. I’m really looking forward to seeing him again.
“So, did you…youknow,” she teases.
