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He’s already up and moving around the bed, reaching for his clothes, and I can see that he’s nervous, unsure in a way that’s less charming than it was before.
I lean back against the bedpost as he gets dressed, watching him silently. He’s beautiful to look at, all taut skin and shifting muscle, his cock still impressive, even soft. I feel that throbbing ache between my thighs again, wanting him, and I let out a soft breath, finding myself almost wishing that I’d met him at an ordinary bar and not here.
What would it be like to be with him without all of this? The thought surprises me—it’s been so long since I’ve wanted someone so much, since I’ve really fantasized about taking someone home.
“I, um—” Finn pauses again when his clothes are back on, still looking at me hesitantly. “Thanks,” he says again in a rush, making a beeline for the door. I only just manage to keep back a laugh until he’s out of the room, leaving me alone with the better part of an hour still ticking down on the clock.
He was my last client of the night, too, so I can go home whenever I want. I don’t have to walk the floor like some of the newer girls are required to a few times a week, and if someone comes in asking if I have room in my schedule tonight, I won’t get in trouble for having gone ahead and gone home. As long as my regular clients are happy, Nikolai mostly lets me do as I please.
It’s one of the reasons I’ve stayed here as long as I have.
I find myself lingering in the room, though, sinking onto the other side of the bed as I undo the leather straps, peeling them away from my skin and tossing the lingerie onto the floor.
I stretch out on the bed, my fingers idly tracing down my skin.Maybe he’ll come back,I think as I trace my fingers around my nipples, feeling them stiffen and wishing it was his hands on me instead. I know it’s a ridiculous thought—he spent ten thousand dollars for me, not to mention the membership, and he clearly wasn’t expecting what he got. I don’t knowhowhe ended up in that situation, but I don’t think he’ll be coming back.
But I wish he would. I wish he’d come back and beg for me to fuck him, plead in all the ways that a good submissive should, so I could feel what he feels like filling me up—
My hand slips between my thighs, fingers slipping into me, and I consider getting up and going to get one of the toys. I can’t remember the last time I did this—masturbated twice in a day, and I can imagine setting up a thick dildo on the spanking bench to bounce on, or affixing one to the St. Andrews’ cross, thrusting back against it and imagining Finn behind me—
I can’t make myself stop, though. My hips arch up into my hand, wanting more, my breath coming in quick, restless pants as I imagine him on his knees, his mouth pressed against me, begging for the sweet taste of me on his tongue, his hand around his cock after he asked for permission. It’s a sharp, thrilling desire to feel this kind of desire for someone who would let me be their domme. For a moment, I forget that he seemed to have stumbled into it by accident, that he likely won’t come back, and let myself get swept up in the fantasy all over again as I thrust my fingers into myself, breathing in the scent of his cologne still on the sheets, imagining his hands and tongue and cock all over me.
And that piercing—
I come with a long, hoarse moan that fills the room, my pussy clenching around my fingers, his name almost on my lips as I writhe against the sheets, the orgasm pulsing through me until I see stars in the darkness behind my eyelids.
When I come down from it, I feel more than a little foolish.He’s not going to come back,I remind myself, thinking of the confusion on his face. But he came back once before, when I’d thought that I’d never see him again.
But if he does, it’ll be as a client. I won’t have the freedom to do exactly as I please. And the frustration of that dims the pleasure at the idea of him coming back.
Isn’t your life complicated enough?I chide myself as I throw on my robe, leaving the room to go back to my dressing room and get ready to go home. I’ve only just started feeling better about what happened with Nikolai—there’s no reason to let myself get wrapped up in something else complex and sure to make me feel worse in the end.
Just put it out of your head,I tell myself as I get dressed, putting my things away and cleaning up, the routine helping to clear my head. By the time I’m finished and calling an Uber, I feel a little better about all of it.
Whether I see him again or not doesn’t matter. In the end, he’s just another client—every time I’ve let a man closer than that, I’ve ended up hurt.
I have no intention of doing that again.
Finn
I’m out of the Ashen Rose and back at my motorcycle with the keys in my hand before I realize that I didn’t actually accomplish a single word of the business I went there to handle.
What the fuck happened?My body feels like it’s still buzzing with the pleasure of the encounter—the strangest one I’ve ever had, and my head feels foggy. I’d gone up there thinking that I’d have a couple of hours to talk to her, maybe have another drink together in private, question her about Matvei, and then—who knows? I’d envisioned her with her mouth on my cock, but it hadn’t been while I was tied to the bed, on the verge of a ruined orgasm while she played with herself in front of me.
I certainly hadn’t expected her to be the one telling me what to do—definitely not likethat. I’ve never had a woman be so—
Straightforward isn’t even the word for it. Not demanding, either.Dominant.I’m always the dominant one in bed—not in a kinky way either; my flings aren’t usually that exciting. I’m just—hell, I’ve never even really thought about it before.
Now, thanks to Asha, I’m wondering why the hell the way she acted had me both pissed off and painfully aroused all at once, and I want to go back and find out what it’s like for a second round.
More than that, I want to know what it would be like to turn the tables, and have her be the one tied to the bed begging to come.
Just that thought makes my exhausted cock twitch restlessly, eager for a round two. And it can’t be blamed—despite the fact that Asha barely put her mouth on me, it might have been the best orgasm of my entire life. I’ve never been teased like that before, pushed to such an extreme level of arousal, and I have the distinct impression that wasn’t her finest work, either. She’d seemed confused bymyconfusion, as if we were both dancing around each other, unsure of what the other was meant to be doing. If she’d been focused and I’d known what I wanted—
A shudder runs through me, licking down my spine and straight down to my stiffening cock. I grit my teeth, reaching down to adjust myself—riding a bike with a hard-on is far from the most comfortable thing—but I’m already thinking ahead to whether or not I ought to go back.
The answer seems obvious. I didn’t get anything that I went there for, and it will have been a waste of both time and Kings’ funds if I went there and left with nothing but drained balls and no further information.If I go back tomorrow night, I’ll be able to try again.
“You’ve got to keep your head on straight then, lad,” I mutter aloud to myself as I swing my leg over the seat of my bike, the engine roaring to life. “Both of them.”
