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She sits back on her heels—she’s kicked off her shoes—and puts one hand on my bare thigh. Just that, and my stomach tenses, my balls draw up.
Her hand trails down to my briefs and I suck a sharp breath, the pressure in my gut rising. Oh shit, she’s pulling my briefs down, delicate fingers tugging on the elastic. A strangled moan leaves my lips when my aching cock springs free. It bobs against my stomach, the air cool on the wet crown, and she stares at it, her eyes wide as she takes in the silver dydoe piercings on top and the sides of the head of my dick.
Goddammit, never had this happen to me before—give myself over to a girl, give her the strings to pull. Never been so helplessly aroused, unable to do a thing.
Never been so sure I won’t be able to hold back.
“Pax.” I lick my lips desperately. “Listen. I’m so fucking close right now, if you do anything…anything…I’m gonna come.”
“Anything?” she asks, quiet and sweet, and damn, even the sound of her voice might be enough.
“If you kiss me, touch me, come anywhere near my dick…” I pause to catch my breath. “So, fair warning. Some women don’t like me coming at all, and you...Shit, I don’t wanna scare you off.”
I’m damn serious about this. About not wanting to scare her by coming all over both of us, but fuck, right now it’s touch and go. And besides, it’s true. Some of the clients don’t want the escort to come until the time they paid is up. To pleasure them longer, I guess?
“That’s cool,” she says and lifts her hand. “It won’t scare me.”
Damn, I’m so wired up I jerk in my bonds and my cock twitches and leaks on my stomach. Fuck me. This girl will be the death of me.
“So it’s okay if I come?” I need to know.
She nods. “What if I do two things,” she whispers, her voice like melted chocolate, “at the same time? What happens then?”
No time to respond or even think because those two things happen at once.
Her mouth captures mine in a hot kiss, and her hand closes around my dick.
I stand no chance whatsoever. My body clenches, my dick pulses, and I come like a fountain. My cum splashes on my chest, hers, too, my gasp lost in her mouth.
Holy fuck...I jerk with the aftershocks, and she’s still kissing me, her mouth soft, her hand tight around my softening dick.
When she finally pulls away, I sag against the bedpost, drowsy and sated. A tiny alarm bell is ringing inside my head, telling me something isn’t right. She’s the client. She’s the one I should be pleasuring, not the other way round.
But man...Can’t move, can’t talk. For a long while I just lie there, slumped back, trying to relearn how to breathe.
Finally, some coherent thoughts emerge.
“I thought you wanted to do to me what they did to you,” I mumble. “You know. Tie me up, touch me, then slap me.”
“Maybe I wanted to change everything,” she says. “Make a brand new memory.”
I guess that makes sense. But it doesn’t really matter. Anything this girl wants from me, I’m game.
***
“I’m sorry,” I tell her a bit later as she unties my hands from the headboard. They’re numb. Shouldn’t tie them so tightly again.
“What for?”
“I normally have more self-control. I don’t come so fast.” Great, now my professional pride is hurt. Awesome, Riot. Shut up.
“I liked it.”
I glance up, needing to see her face. She’s taken off her blouse that’s wet with my cum and put on her sweater. I didn’t even get to see her in her bra, and that sucks. My dick gives a twitch at the thought, but isn’t up to more action just yet.
Throwing my legs off the bed, I wait to see what she wants to do next. Not sure how much time has passed. Didn’t even think to ask if she booked one hour or two. I rub at the red marks on my wrists, trying to figure out where to go from here, when she sits down beside me.
“Let me see that,” she says and takes my hands in hers. “Does it hurt?”
