by Ellis O Day
“I mean the man I choose. I haven't chosen you yet.”
He was going to enjoy making her suffer for this. He’d bring her close to orgasm and stop, making her understand, just a little, how he was feeling right now. “Anal sex is something you're willing to try?"
“Yes, if you must have it.”
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
"No." She squirmed in her seat.
She liked it when he talked dirty. His dick, already hard, hardened even more at the thought of being inside her when she squirmed like that. He was glad Ethan had called him about this one. He’d been going to pass on attending the Viewing. She wasn’t that interesting on paper, but Ethan had pushed and, as usual, had been right. She was fascinating in person. “You may find you enjoy it.”
“Perhaps, but it isn't something I really want to try.”
“Why not? It’s good to add to your arsenal of pleasure.”
“I suppose, but”—she wrinkled her nose a little—“I don’t think I’ll get any pleasure out of it.”
“You would've said the same thing about a man fucking your cunt when you were a virgin and you would’ve been wrong.”
Her brow raised in challenge and she glanced down at his contract. “Have you tried pegging? I noticed you marked that as a firm no.”
Touché. “No.” He shifted, trying to give his cock some room in his, now, very tight pants. He’d never imagined a conversation could be so arousing.
“Perhaps we should add that to the list. You may find you enjoy it and I’ve always been curious about the double-sided dildos.” She made that adorable face again where she wrinkled her pert, little nose. “I don’t quite see how the rhythm would work.”
“We are not adding it to the list. You marked no and so did I. It’s off the table.” He wasn’t going to let anyone fuck him in the ass, no matter how hot she was.
“Fine.” She struggled to stop her grin. “Then anal sex is off the table too.”
“You agreed it was a maybe,” he said. She was really starting to annoy him.
“I’ve changed my mind. The contract hasn’t been signed yet.”
“Fine.” He tossed back the rest of his drink. She was a piece of work. Unfortunately, that made him want her more. "Next topic. I noticed that me coming in your mouth was a maybe on both lists."
“Yes.” She straightened slightly as a slight blush painted her cheeks.
“Have you ever done that before?”
“No.”
“But you want to?
“Yes, I'd like to try it. I may puke though so you might want to save that for the end of the evening.”
“I’ll make sure to eat a lot of pineapple before the big day.”
Her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.
“My cum will taste better if I eat pineapple or blueberries.” He paused. “At least that’s what I’ve heard.”
“You’ve never done this either?”
“Oh, I’ve done it, but I’ve never tasted my own cum.”
“Oh, right. Of course.” Her face heated even more.
“Don’t be embarrassed. We’re going to be very, very intimate. You don’t need to ever be embarrassed around me.”
“We may not be doing anything.”
He clenched his teeth. This was past old. “Of course. You haven’t chosen yet.” He looked back at the paper. “What is it about being fucked in the ass that you dislike?”
“I thought we were done with this topic.” She squirmed again.
“We would be your body tells me you’re getting more than turned on by the discussion.” And quite frankly so was he. He'd been in these interviews before and had never gotten so hard. The jeans were a poor decision, not much room for growth.
“I’m not—”
“Don’t lie. You’re squeezing your legs together to put pressure on your pussy.”
“How?” Her eyes widened as she forced her legs apart a little, shifting in her seat again.
“By the way you sit and squirm. I’ll be gentle and I’ll make it good.”
“I am turned on, but not because I’m anticipating being fucked in the ass.”
“Anticipation of what then? Sucking my dick. We can remedy all of this—”
“Having sex again.”
“With me.”
“Right now, yes, but in the next interview it may be him that I’m anticipating fucking.”
“I don't get jealous so don't try.” He was annoyed though. She needed to choose him and she needed to do it before the next interview.
“I'm not trying to make you jealous. I'm being honest.”
“Why are you here doing this?”
“I want to be fucked.”
“A woman like you should be able to do that without the help and expense of this club.”
“It takes time to date and find someone.”
“You could pick a guy up in any bar who’d be more than willing to take you any way you want.”
“That's not safe. This has a level of protection the other means don't.”
He tipped his head in acknowledgement of that statement.
“Can we continue?” She looked at her watch. “I have to leave soon.”
She didn’t have time for him. That was a first and it wasn’t pleasant. He tossed back his drink and went to the bar, this time bringing both bottles and the ice bucket back to the table. He filled her glass and then his before sitting and looking back at the contract.
“Of course, I wouldn’t want to keep you…from whatever you have to do.”
She sighed. “Don’t be a baby. We both have lives outside—”
“No. No. This won’t work.” He couldn’t believe he’d missed this.
“What?” She scanned her document, glancing at his to see where he was pointing.
“Once a week? We’re only to meet once a week?” He shook his head. He liked to fuck his women every day, several times a day, the first week and sometimes the second. After that it dwindled down to three to four times a week, but never once a week.
“Oh.” She leaned back in her chair. “Sorry, but I can’t budge on that one.”
“That one? You haven’t budged on any.”
“That’s not tr—”
“It doesn’t matter. There is no way we’re only going to meet once a week.” He almost stood, but picked up his drink instead. “That won’t be enough for me.”
“You could agree to the eight nights.”
“Eight nights in two months?” He leaned forward. She was unbelievable. He scratched through her requirement on her contract and his. “Every night for the first two weeks and then—”
“I’m sorry. I can’t.” She gave him a sad smile. “I wish I could but I can’t get away that often.”
“You aren’t married. Ethan’s background checks are better than the government’s and he said you’re single.”
“I am single.”
“I don’t understand. Do you have kids?”
“That’s none of your business.”
She was right and it irritated him even more. He itched to walk over there, pull her to her feet and push her down against the table and fuck her good and hard. Show her he was in charge, but he stayed where he was and finished his drink. “Why can’t you get away?”
“That’s also personal and none of your business. This was a firm requirement and it was in the dossier from the beginning.”
It was and he’d missed it. He hadn’t been interested until she’d told Terry “no” and then when he’d seen the eight weeks he hadn’t paid any attention to what was written below it. “Too bad. I can’t agree to this.” It was her move.
She frowned and sighed, making her breasts press against her shirt and his mouth water. She’d taste sweet and a little tangy, he was sure.
“I’m sorry. I really am.” She reached across the table. She was going to call his bluff, call Ethan and end this interview.
He snatched the phone from under her hand.
“Don’t bother. I’ll go get him.” He stormed from the room. She was going to refuse him. Let him walk away. That was fine. He didn’t need her either. He grabbed one of the girls, who was chatting in the hallway, by the hand. He needed to fuck someone right now. “Come with me.”
She obeyed, trailing after him into one of the bedrooms. He pulled out his wallet and handed her a wad of bills before shoving his wallet back into his pants. She was short and blonde and buxom with cherry red lips that screamed “I want to suck your cock.” He pushed her against the door and started to shove her skirt out of his way when someone knocked.
“Nick, is the interview done?” asked Ethan. “You know the rules if you’re dropping out. You haven’t signed the forms to give up your place.”
“Go the fuck away, Ethan. I’ll sign the damn forms later.”
“Are you sure about this? She’s one of a kind.”
He rested his head against the girl’s breasts and inhaled deeply. Ethan was right. He could have a hundred girls like this one, any day, any time. They’d do whatever he said, but Sarah was different. He couldn’t bully her and that made him want to fuck her into submission. He pulled out his wallet again and gave the girl some more money. “Next time, honey.”
He walked into the hallway.
“So, what’d she do to piss you off this much?” asked Ethan as they headed back to the interview room.
“We’re only to meet once a week.”
“That was in the contract.” Ethan shot him a sideways glance.
“No shit. I missed it. You should’ve told me. I never would’ve bothered with the Viewing.” If he’d never met her, he’d never miss not stripping her bare and making her beg and scream for him.
“Isn’t it better to fuck her brains out for eight nights than for none?”
He shrugged. “You have a point.”
“Just make those nights count.”
“I’ll make sure she can’t walk when we’re done.” He’d fuck her every way he could imagine and he had a very good imagination.
Ethan slapped him on the back. “Go and nail…this interview.”
“Oh, I’ll be nailing more than that.” He walked back into the room.
CHAPTER 5: SARAH
Sarah stared at the closed door. She shouldn’t be so disappointed. Nick wouldn’t be good for her. She wanted him too much. So much her mind was scrambling, trying to figure out a way to meet him more than once a week, but it was impossible. Lisa was only available Saturdays and she couldn’t, she wouldn’t leave Tank for hours with someone else.
Tank had been Adam’s dog in the military. He’d sniffed out IEDs until he’d been injured in the same gunfire that’d killed Adam. She gathered the papers together. She still had two more men to interview. One of them would do, but she didn’t want someone who’d do. She wanted Nick.
She sipped her drink, hoping Nick would return and agree to her conditions but if anyone asked, she was waiting for Ethan to make Nick’s withdrawal official. She finished her drink and poured another. One more but that was it. She had to drive.
The door opened and Nick stormed inside followed by Ethan. Nick was furious, his black eyes almost blazing as a muscle twitched in his cheek. Even angry she wanted him. She wanted to go to him and offer herself to ease his temper. He was definitely not good for her.
“Six nights. Day and time of my choosing.” Nick stood by his chair, hands clasping the top so hard his knuckles were white. “And I can see other women the rest of the week.”
“That seems reasonable.” Ethan shot her an encouraging look.
“It is but I can’t.”
Nick’s face hardened even more and he spun around.
“I can only meet on Saturdays. You pick the time, but it has to be Saturday.” She was pleading but she couldn’t help herself. He wouldn’t come back if he left again.
He turned around and moved back to the table. “We sign the papers right now. No more interviews. You choose me.” He almost growled the last word.
She nodded. She was doomed by this attraction, but warmth pooled in her belly. It’d be a glorious time…until it wasn’t.
Nick’s eyes drifted down her face to her breasts. Her nipples immediately hardened and the warmth in her belly moved lower, causing wetness to gather between her thighs. She squeezed them together a little, to feel the pressure, find a little relief from the aching emptiness. His lips turned upward in a half-smirk. He must have noticed her movement. The heat flooded her face too.
“Great. Let’s get these papers signed.” Ethan pulled a blank contract from his jacket and filled it out as he flipped through their original contracts.
Nick filled his glass with more scotch and started to pour her another, but she put her hand over the top of the glass. He raised his brow, daring her to defy him again.
“I have to drive.”
“Get an Uber.”
“No. I’d have to get another one to come back for my car and…No.”
“I think the first thing we’ll do is teach you the word yes.” He sat across from her.
“I know that word too, but for some reason you make me say the other one much more.” She smiled.
“We’ll work on changing that.”
“I’ve added the conditions and preferences from each of your contracts to this one.” Ethan handed the papers to her. “Look it over and sign on the bottom of the last page.”
She read it and signed.
Ethan slid it across the table to Nick who read it and signed.
“That’s that then.” Ethan gathered the contract. “Nick will send me the details for your meetings—location, time, etc and I’ll forward it to you.” He turned to her. “Since this is your first time, I’ll go over the process verbally if you like? It’s all in the papers, but”—he grinned—“who really reads contracts.”
“Yes, please do.” She fidgeted under Nick’s dark gaze.
“The only contact the two of you will have, except on the day and time detailed in the contract, will be, must be, coordinated through me. If you decide you want him to wear or bring something special that you didn’t speak with him about during your session, you must let me know at least a day in advance. We prefer three days, but we’ll do our best with short notice. If you need to cancel—”
“That had better not happen.” Nick’s voice was a rumbled warning.
Ethan shot him a glare. “If you need to cancel due to illness or emergency, contact me as soon as possible. I’ll need documentation to verify—”
“Like a doctor’s note?” she asked. He had to be kidding.
“Yes.” Ethan’s eyes were serious. “This is a binding contract.” The friendly, businessman had disappeared, replaced by a dangerous man until he smiled again. “If there’s a real reason to cancel, it’s okay, but don’t jerk me around.”
Nick snorted. “You’d better be in the hospital if you cancel.”
“That’s not necessary.” Ethan held up his hand to shut Nick up. “Let me continue or we’ll be here all night.”
Nick nodded slightly and took a drink.
“As I was saying, don’t cancel unless you absolutely have to. Okay?”
“I hadn’t planned on cancelling.” If she cancelled she’d have to stay at home with Lisa and she didn’t think she could do that. She still hated the other woman for taking Adam from her.
“Good. If after the first night, you realize things aren’t…good between the two of you, you may cancel the contract. I’ll retain fifty percent of the fee from the person who cancelled and twenty percent from the other party.”
“Wow. Fifty percent.” That was a lot of money for a one night fling but Nick didn’t even flinch. Of course, he was rich. He had to be to afford the membership to the club. Her one-time fee had almost given her heart palpitations. She didn’t even want to think about what a yearly membership would cost.
“You’re both adults. You both agreed to this. I’ve invested a lot of time and money in this transa
ction.”
“I wasn’t aware that I could cancel so, it’s fine.”
“You’ll have no reason to.” Nick’s eyes were blazing hot as he studied her. “Things will be very, very good between us.”
“That about sums it up,” said Ethan. “Remember, all communication must be done through me.”
She nodded. Everything personal was off limits anyway, so that worked fine for her.
“Good. I’m off to file these.” Ethan grabbed the papers and left.
She stood.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Nick leaned back in his chair, his eyes on her breasts.
“Ah, we’re done for the night.” The smooth calmness in his voice sent a tingle down her spine. He was like a predator waiting to pounce and she was all alone, helpless.
“There is one thing in your dossier we have yet to do.”
“I don’t recall…” And then she did. She’d insisted on having one kiss from each interviewee. “We were supposed to do that before we signed.” She’d goofed but she was pretty sure he wasn’t a lousy kisser. “We can skip that.”
“No, we can’t.” He scooted his chair away from the table. “Come here.”
She didn’t move, afraid one kiss wouldn’t be all he’d take and she didn’t know if she had the will to stop him.
“I won’t tell you again.” His gaze locked with hers, making it clear that next time he’d make her.
She moved over to him, her body tensing with excitement and fear. This man was dangerous and it thrilled her. She stopped in front of him and in a quick second he lifted her and set her on the table.
“Oh,” she squeaked as his hands wandered up her legs, caressing from calf to knee to thigh. “That’s…that’s not a kiss.” She wasn’t sure why she said it – to stop him or to challenge him.
He took it as a challenge as he smiled and lowered his face to her leg.
“Oh.” It was all she could say again as he trailed open mouth kisses up her thighs, pushing her skirt out of his way as he went.
He grabbed her legs, pulling her to the edge of the table, and shoved her thighs apart as his mouth continued to kiss and lick and suck. Her hands went to his hair, pulling him closer and he nipped the smooth, soft skin of her inner thigh. It was unexpected and a little painful, but her legs spread wider giving him more room as she shifted, a little, toward his face and those lips and that wonderful mouth. He stopped right below her pussy. She pushed his head closer and he smiled against her leg before blowing across her aching flesh. She moaned, arching her back and offering herself to him. He was going to make her come just by promise. He blew on her again. She wanted more than that. It was insubstantial, temporary. She wanted his lips and tongue.