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ELEVEN
Jessie
Why do I do these things? I’ll probably only feel it harder when I finish and he sends me away again. I just hate being told no. I hate offering myself and being rejected. I’ve had more than my fair share of entanglements with clients. Each time, I thought they wanted more than just to get in my pants. I thought they really cared about me. Turned out I was wrong. Or they couldn’t look past the fact I wasn’t going to quit stripping just because I was boning them.
Something about William’s hands shaking as they run over my skin and the intense look in his dark eyes has me hoping this is something else, though. That he’s different from those other guys.
So, I climb into his lap and break all the rules, just like I did earlier when he lifted my pussy to his mouth and ate me out. I’m not really sure anymore what this is. All I know is I’m desperate to blow his mind. Desperate to make him feel even a little of the things I felt when he held me in his arms like I weigh nothing and sent me soaring into the best orgasm of my life, toys included.
His arms go around me instantly, hands drifting from my hips to my waist and back again, as if he’s not sure where to put them. I reach back and guide them to my ass. He groans. Between my thighs, trapped between us, his cock pulses.
I know he’s not immune to the things I’m feeling. Clearly he’s affected, too. For some reason, he’s been trying to resist. That does all sorts of things to me. Usually, it’s me trying to set some boundaries. Trying to keep the guy’s hands off me. Does it make me an asshole that I want to wear him down until he gives in?
Normally in this position, my breasts would be in the guy’s face and I’d just grind against him for a while, take off my bra, and give him a good show. With William, our size difference is so large he’ll have to actually bend his head to get to my breasts. That doesn’t stop me reaching behind me and unhooking my bra, slipping one strap over each arm at a time. When I pull away the lacy fabric, my nipples are already pebbled into tight buds. Strong hands dig into my ass, increasing the friction where our bodies meet. His hot breath huffs against my skin. I gasp into his mouth when he claims my lips in a punishing kiss.
It’s firm and commanding, but with just the right amount of give as he slides his tongue against mine. It’s clear he has experience, so what is making him hold back?
When I push my hands into his hair and take hold of his horns, he lets me guide his mouth to my breasts. They’re aching for his touch, so the suction as he closes his lips around my nipple has me moaning.
No part of this is a performance anymore. It’s no longer just about making him want me, either. Right now, it’s pure desire. My core throbs with need and my panties are a mess. I roll my hips to give myself some relief, but only make it worse. I feel like I’m quickly losing whatever control I had over this situation, but since he’s still not actually fucking me, William still has far too much.
Time to up the ante.
Lifting myself off his lap should probably earn me some kind of medal. It takes all the willpower I have. I do it though, determined to bring my A game. William lets me go, but the bulge between his spread thighs and the dazed look on his face is gratifying. He presses his eyes closed for a moment and I can see the strain in his furrowed brows and tense jaw. “You’re right. We should stop.”
I shake my head. “I’m not ready to stop.”
I’m not. I want to uncover him. To see what he looks like. I want to trace the length of him and watch his body’s reaction to me. I want to make him curse and groan and dig his hands into my flesh again. I want to feel him come undone and lose the stony restraint walling him off from me.
His hand lifts to caress my leg and drifts higher until his thick fingers are teasing at the place my thigh meets my ass. “Jessie, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
I smile down at him. “Let me make you come like you made me. Is that clear enough for you?”
His throat bobs as he swallows. He doesn’t stop me though. I get to my knees in front of him and carefully pull aside the fabric of his loincloth to reveal his swollen erection.
His cock juts up toward me, thick and veiny, looking absolutely delicious. Already moisture beads at the tip. William sucks in a sharp breath when I swirl my thumb through it, slicking the pad around his cockhead. Oh, I could play with him for such a long time. I love the feel of his thick length in my hand. It’s weighty and hot, and it pulses for me every time I flick my eyes up to his or lick my lips. So, I toy with him for a while, stroking leisurely up and down, loving the way his eyelids flutter closed only for him to snap them back open again as if he doesn’t want to miss a moment.
Then I lean down and take him into my mouth and moan at the flavor. He’s salty, of course. Beneath that he’s earthy and rich. I’m a little surprised at myself. Not that I dislike the act. Not at all, but I’ve never done it just because I liked the way someone tasted before.
I’d do that for him.
I slide off him so I can lap at the moisture on the tip before I take him in my hand and really concentrate on making it good. William groans when I take him deep. So I guide his hand to my head and almost melt from the look in his eyes as I do. There’s nothing stony about the heat and desperation there when I look up at him under my lashes. My pussy throbs in time with the way I bob my head. I swear I feel his pleasure like my own.
He lets out a ragged cry. His hand tightens in my hair and then he explodes. I moan when salty liquid fills my mouth, spilling out the corners. I pull back and give him a few final strokes with my hand. The last of his come trickles from the head of his cock and drips over my knuckles.
Then there’s a moment. It’s probably short, but it feels stretched as if too much is crammed into it. I don’t need his words to know something big has happened. Something important. I feel it, too.
Lightly, William’s thumb caresses my cheek and brings me back to myself. “My perfect princess. You need to go before I recover and take you despite myself.” He shakes his head. “Fuck, the way your mouth feels, I can only imagine what that sweet little pussy would be like around me.”
“Look, I want this. You want this. It’s fine. You don’t have to worry, OK?”
He sighs. “Sweetheart, once I have you, there’s no going back. You will be mine. Until I crumble into dust.”
I bite down on the inside of my cheek at the sudden rush of tears I refuse to shed. “Y-you don’t mean that.”
William leans forward, cupping the back of my neck and bringing my forehead to his. “Believe me, Jessie. I can’t say anything to you that I do not mean. It’s part of the curse.” He sighs. “But you don’t want that. You’re too young and beautiful to give yourself to a creature like me the way I’ll take you. You ready to promise me no other man gets to look at you, tothinkabout you?”
I open my mouth to answer yes, of course, but I snap it shut again. “My job... I mean you know it’s just work, right?”
