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Asha
Icouldn’t believe it when I saw him.
I really had thought I’d never see the red-haired man at the bar again. I’d been convinced he wasn’t the kind of guy who would come here—or be able toaffordto come here—unless he was with someone else. My fantasy from that night came rushing back as soon as I saw him sitting there, whiskey glass in hand, gaze roving over the room as he took it all in without seeing me at first—giving me a chance to take a closer look at him.
Callie had told me his name—Finn O’Sullivan. I liked the sound of it—I liked looking at him even more. I’d seen that he was handsome from the distance of the stage, but closer, I could see his trimmed dark red-brown beard and that messily styled hair, the high cheekbones and strong jaw, full lips that made me wonder what they would feel like pressed over various parts of my body.
Except he hadn’t said what he wanted for the night—which, for me, means he’s getting a domme.
Thatgave me a rush of arousal that I haven’t felt in what seems like forever, and certainly never for a client. It was, for the first time ever, difficult for me to keep up the air of cool casualness as I approached him, saying his name from a little off to the side, wanting to see what happened when I caught him off guard.
When he looked at me—
God, it was that hungry look all over again, like he wanted to devour me without ever having seen much of me at all, his gaze flicking down to my cleavage and over my robe and back up to my face, and I wanted to get him upstairs.
I didn’t realize until I got him in the private room just how new to this he is.
I’d thought when he didn’t specify that he’d been told about me by someone, that he knew I played the dominant role unless specifically requested and approved otherwise. But the way he looked around at the various furnishings of the room—
Finn might have all the sexual experience in the world when it comes to day-to-day interactions—but he’s a virgin when it comes to this. And that gave me a thrill like nothing I’ve felt in a very, very long time.
I enjoyed giving him the tour in an almost clinical way, pointing out everything in the room, dispassionately telling him what it could be used for, watching his eyes go round, and his cheeks stain with that flush that told me he was hard as hell and didn’t entirely understand why. The night was already better than anything I’d had in a long time, and it was just getting started.
The only thing that confused me was his hesitation when I told him to go stand at the foot of the bed and take off his shirt.
It’s not as if that’s the most outlandish request. It wouldn’t even be out of place in a normal bedroom. I saw him hesitate for that brief second, as if he wasn’t sure what to do about it, but I brushed it off as him being new to all of this, unsure of his desires.How is he going to feel about the rest of it?I wonder, and I watch as he starts to slip his jeans off, hesitating just as the base of his cock comes into view.
He looksthick, every bit as big as I’d fantasized, but I’m not about to let him see the way my mouth waters at the sight of it and my body tightens,wantinga client for the first time. I just roll my eyes, pretending to be thoroughly unimpressed.
I didn’t expect him to havethatcomeback when I asked him if he needed me to do it for him.
Maybe he’s a brat.I reach for the belt of my robe, anticipating the look on his face when I slip it off. I’d chosen an outfit that I knew he’d have to be dead and buried not to like—a bra made of crisscrossing leather straps that come down past the band over my ribs, crossing to the curve of my waist, a gap between those and the high-cut leather straps of my panties, only a leather strip between my thighs to cover my pussy, more of the straps over my hips and down my thighs. It’s an outfit thatscreamsdominant, and from the way Finn’s eyes widen when he sees me, I know he wasn’t imagining this. I don’t knowwhathe’d pictured me in—silk and lace, maybe, but this is far beyond his imaginings.
I sway towards him, pausing just out of reach, my gaze flicking up to meet his. This close, I can see the hints of copper in his hair and beard, glinting in the dim lighting, and his eyes are a beautiful sea blue, wide and glossy with desire. He’s all muscle, lean and taut beneath pale skin, lightly dusted with freckles over his shoulders and copper hair across his chest and abs, a faint line disappearing down to the base of that thick cock that’s threatening to spring free any moment. “Is there anything you don’t want?” I ask him, and Finn smirks at me, his gaze flicking down to my hands as if he’s already imagining them pulling down his jeans.
He really must be a brat, the way he’s behaving.
“Just don’t stick a finger up my ass,” he says with a chuckle. “I had a girl try that once, and I didn’t like it much.”
His humor is a little irritating. “Did you buy two hours with me and spend ten thousand dollars just to make fun of me?” In a flash, I have my hand around his cock, gripping the base tightly as I shove his jeans and boxers down with my other hand, leaving him gloriously nude in front of me.Fuck, he’s gorgeous—but I don’t let that distract me.
Clearly, he needs to be put in his place—and I’m just the girl to do it.
I feel him freeze when I grip his cock, his hips shuddering at my touch, and his lips part on a groan. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, and I squeeze a little tighter, almost to the point of pain.
“Anything else?” I ask, and I can see from the look in his eyes that he’s having a hard time focusing with me touching him.
I let go, and he looks as if he’s about to complain before he shakes his head. “No,” he says finally. “Nothing I can think of right now.”
“If you’re sure, then remember your safeword. Say it, and everything stops,” I tell him, and he narrows his eyes at me.
“Aren’t you—”
“Get on the bed,” I snap at him, circling around to one side, eyeing his cock. It’s jutting out in front of him, thick and hard, one vein throbbing up the length of it that makes me want to run my tongue along him and feel it pulse—
Holy fuck, his dick is pierced.
I see the knobbed bar pierced through the head of his cock, a second one behind it through the skin of the shaft, and my eyes widen as I lose the attitude for a moment and just stare at his length.
