by Cynthia Dane
Judith’s smile grew again. “Are you going to fuck me again today, Dr. Christens?” She only called him that when she was feeling playful. Or trying to get a rise out of him. Dr. Christens was some other life. Too bad changing his name to some prospective wife’s wasn’t “done” in his family. Too much grief. Christens it was.
“Well,” he began, failing to concentrate at his task, “I didn’t come here with a broken dick.”
“Good.” She sighed. “I like it when you fuck me.”
It was such a crude thing to say, and yet she said it with enough mirth that Seth fell for it. Does she really think I’m good in bed? Of course he was. Who had ever said he wasn’t? Just because Seth wasn’t sauntering around town insisting that he had the best cock in the land didn’t mean he lacked prowess. In his experience, women preferred a man who could show rather than tell. From the way Judith often came in their encounters thus far? Uh huh.
“What do you like about it?” he asked.
“Hmm? Wow, men rarely ask me that.”
“Sorry. Suppose I sound like an insecure teenage girl.”
“Not at all. You know, you may not think so, but you’re a good communicator. I feel like I can talk about anything with you, and you’ll at least look like you’re listening.”
“To be fair, I am working… and thinking about sleeping with you. So if I am not, in fact, actively listening, I at least have a good excuse.”
Judith laughed, head hitting her bed. “I like your sarcastic humor. I like that you’re an artist and can see beauty in everything. I like that you’re also a practical guy who doesn’t live in the clouds like most artists. You also had no idea what was going on when you first came here, but you adapted quickly.”
“What do you mean by that? Besides, I was asking you about sex. Although thanks for the flattery.”
“I mean it’s obvious you had never paid for sex before. Some guys get weird about that. You didn’t, once you figured out what you were doing.”
“You caught me. I was a brothel virgin.”
“As for your other question…” Was she blushing? No way. “You know how to do it, Seth.”
“Come on. You have to be more descriptive than that.”
“Do I? Fine. I like how well your cock fits inside me. It’s the perfect size.”
“Oh?” Stroke, stroke, stroke. His ego had never been so placated. “Is that it? Something I can’t control, like my damn cock?”
“Of course it’s not just that. You’re also quite skilled with it.” Judith stretched across her bed, skin tightening against bones as her breasts pushed into the air. “Few men make me come like you do, Seth.”
“You’re just saying that. You don’t have to. I don’t need you to say those sorts of things to keep me happy. I can feel your reactions when we have sex. It’s enough.”
“I’m not saying it for the sake of it. I really look forward to our visits now. I know that at least twice a week I’ll have some pretty great sex.”
“I’m glad you think that.” Truly, he was. What man didn’t want to hear that a woman loved having sex with him? That she looked forward to what he could do to her body? That was more rewarding than anything he had done as a doctor. Okay, not quite, but I’m still a man. Sex trumped medical advancements. “The suspense must be killing you right now. Since you’re naked and all.”
“I can wait.”
Seth cracked a smile at her. “Good. At least let me finish up my sketch first this time. Then I can take all the time I want ensuring your climax.”
“Tell you what, loverboy.” Judith slid her hand between her thighs. How reminiscent of their first real time together. “Anything you do to me that doesn’t include your cock is on the house.”
“Here I thought two hundred dollars to worship your pussy was a good deal already.”
“It is. I usually give that out for free, but some guys… well, you don’t want those mouths anywhere near your cunt unless he’s willing to pay for the privilege.”
“Duly noted. Glad you like my mouth.”
She folded her arms on her bed and rested her head atop them. “Have I told you that you’re a handsome man, yet?”
“No, you haven’t. Feel free to pile it on, though. You haven’t made me feel good enough today. You haven’t even touched me.”
“Of course you know that you’re handsome. You’re an alpha male after all.”
“You’re going to call me an alpha male after going on about how sensitive I am? I thought those two things were mutually exclusive.”
“You might be surprised.”
“Indeed. I might be.”
Judith sighed. “You know what you want, and you take it. Like me.”
“Yes, like you.”
“That’s alpha male. Trust me. I know my fair share of alphas. The beta-sub types aren’t exactly lining up to pay to be my patron. I have my regular subs, but we don’t talk outside of what I do to them.”
“Interesting.” Seth hadn’t thought about her being a Domme with men who paid for that sort of thing. It suited her, though. I’m not interested. She’s right. I am too alpha for that. If he had to choose, he would rather tap her ass a few times and call her filth. Not that he was in a hurry to do that, either. He was still getting to know her inside and out. If I become her patron, there will be plenty of time for that. Seth may never work again. Not even screwing her first helped, since after a while he got hard again, and the problem repeated itself. Impossible.
He was almost finished with his sketch when he opened his big fucking mouth.
“How long are you going to stay in this job?”
Judith opened her eyes. “Hm?”
“I know you told me you’ve been doing this since after high school… but when do you think you will retire?”
Judith scoffed. “Why would I retire?”
“Well…”
“Let me warn you right now, Dr. Christens.” She sat up, hair covering her breasts and legs crossing until he could no longer see what laid between them. “I don’t intend on retiring for a long time, if ever. Even when I’m old and decrepit I’ll be in the sex business. Maybe not having sex with anyone who pays me enough, but I have ambitions beyond this bedroom… not that there’s anything wrong with this bedroom. I’m hoping to run my own place one day. Way more money in that. You give me a lot of money to fuck me, but I only keep a percent of that. The rest goes to the house. Why do you think I do so much shit off the books? Most of my income goes to this room and restocking my personal supplies. I even pay for my monthly exams. We’ve got a gyno who comes up here once a month to check us out and make sure we’re not catching flies in our traps and God knows where else. Maybe you know the fucker. His name’s Kline.”
“Name doesn’t ring a bell.”
“I like my job. It’s my career. Maybe some of the other girls are doing this as a temporary thing until they move on to whatever, but I can’t imagine doing anything else. I don’t want to. This is my life. I like being paid to do something I love. Don’t you?”
Seth looked up again. “Excuse me?”
“Your art. You get paid for it right? It’s why you retired from being a doctor, right? Because it’s your passion? This is mine. Maybe you think I should be doing something else eventually, but quite frankly, I don’t care. I don’t take this sort of shit from my clients. I’m proud of who I am and what I do.”
Seth cleared his throat. She told me. “I didn’t mean to hit such a sore spot. I’m sorry. It’s good that you’re proud. Being a courtesan is its own art form, and I can respect that.”
“Courtesan, huh?” Judith laughed again, at least. “Funny you should say that. Monica is always saying she was inspired by the Shanghai pleasure houses of a hundred years ago. She’s a romantic like that.”
“Were such things romantic?”
“You know how it is, especially if you weren’t there. Easy to pretend it was something special when it wasn’t.”
Seth finished
his sketch. I can work with this. He looked at his watch. They had an hour left before their session ended and Judith had to eat dinner and get ready for her evening work. Plenty of time to make amends.
“Finished?” Judith didn’t look at him with the same light as before. I really hit a nerve. “Or are you happy to see me?” She pointed to his crotch, half-erect from looking at her naked form for over an hour.
“Both.”
“Hmph.” She brought her knees up and extended her arms above her head. I could touch her right now. Feel her. Enter her, if I want. Another fifteen grand about to go down the drain. There’s a crude joke in there somewhere. “Do your worst.”
His worst? What? Did she think he was going to come over and do nothing but fuck her for twenty minutes? That was the first time. Seth liked to think it meant more than plain sex. Judith had been pleasantly surprised at his sudden assertiveness, after all. He could be even more assertive right now. “Actually, I was thinking of mixing it up a little. You don’t get to lie back and enjoy whatever I give you this time, Ms. King. You say this is your job? You should work for what you get.”
Judith sat up, arms crossed. “You’re not even my patron yet and you’re already getting cocky.”
“You have no idea.” He grabbed a chunk of her hair in his fist, pulling her head toward him. “Now suck my cock.”
Her eyes widened. “Yes, sir.”
“I like it when you call me sir.” Way better than that doctor shit. Any woman could call him doctor. Many had. Only Judith could call him sir and make it sound sincere. It’s part of her persona… and yet I can’t say no to it. The carefully constructed Seth Christens was coming undone… for a courtesan. “Too bad you won’t be able to say anything at all with my cock down your throat.”
Her wicked grin killed him, but he didn’t let it show. Not even when she unzipped his pants and grabbed his cock, stiff and ready for whatever she gave him. “You want to come in my throat, sir?” She stroked him, softly at first, and then with rueful determination. Fuck. She’s getting back at me, all right. This was the type of petty vengeance Seth could get into, however. “Or should I get wet right now?”
“Yes. That. Assuming you want me to be able to fuck you at a moment’s notice.”
“Absolutely.” That purr lasted long enough to touch his cock when her lips parted over his tip. After that, he was gone, and Judith was silenced aside from the delightful growls in her throat. Only one other woman has given me a hummer in my life. I’m never going without again.
He didn’t know if it was how she really was, or if she was merely doing her job, but Judith knew how to make a man’s cock feel so worshipped that he thought he was king of the fucking world. When she wasn’t swallowing his length down her throat, she was squeezing him, stroking him, and rubbing his sack until he thought he would explode. Indeed, he would have, if it weren’t for the greatest amount of self-control he had ever conjured. I’m not thinking of the queen, per se, or even baseball, but if I open my eyes and look at that head of hair I will fucking lose it. On one hand, that sounded awesome. On the other? There was a lot to be said for drawing things out.
Judith whined, her mouth slowly, languishingly coming off his length until nothing but a thin string of saliva connected his cock to her mouth. He would’ve ordered her to get back to work, but her visage was so soft and lovely that he was left speechless. Or maybe that was his cock’s demand to come that made him that way.
“I’m already wet,” she said, coquettish. “Do you want to feel?” Her fingers disappeared between her legs.
“I’ll feel it with my cock soon enough. Did I tell you to stop?”
“No, sir. Forgive me.”
He couldn’t stand to look at her after she resumed. Not because there was anything shameful about what they did, but because she was so radiant, so eager to please him that seeing Judith on her knees, head bobbing on his cock would send him into the stratosphere long before he wanted to go there. Sure, he could get hard a second time, but that was beside the point. He didn’t want to wait while his beautiful courtesan, his undying muse, waited to be pleasured by his body. His mouth and fingers wouldn’t be enough. She only deserved the best lovemaking, and that included what was in her mouth right now.
Her whimpers of dedication and the erotic sounds of what she did was enough music to his ears right now. The heat of her breath, of her mouth took him to higher places. (Not too high, though.) The squeeze of the hand not pleasuring herself reminded him that her whole body was there with him. The feel of her hair in his hand? Indescribable. A plethora of tangles that could never be conveyed on canvas. I must commit it to my memory, because that’s all I’ll have twenty, thirty years from now. God willing he still had his wits about him when he was sixty-five.
“You’re going to come, sir,” Judith murmured. “I can feel it. I know how you are now.”
That was… sweet. Even so, Seth yanked her head back, looking into that dreamy demeanor before shoving her naked body back onto the bed.
He showed her little mercy, if there was mercy to be bestowed upon her in the first place. Before he could see her for the first time, Seth had to sign a contract acknowledging Judith’s safe word. Back then, he hadn’t intended to fuck her. Now he was glad to have it. And, to be sure, he gave her plenty of room to cry more than her words of pleasure if that’s what she wanted to say. After all, he was more than rough – he had every intention of splitting her apart and making her come undone like she had done to him.
“Tell me the truth,” he groaned, his cock sheathed inside her to the hilt. If he thrust hard enough, his sack smacked her right against the ass. That is a great sound. And feeling. Great everything. “Do you like being fucked, Judith?”
Her eyes couldn’t get any bigger. Seth stared deep into her hazel gaze, wondering what she was thinking, what she was feeling… was she really that surprised? Or was that look nothing but the response of a woman who had trained herself so well that no man could penetrate her heart and mind… no matter how many times he penetrated her body?
“Yes,” she whispered, grasping his wrists with all her might. Her eyes attempted to roll back in her head as he slowly pulled out and then thrust back into her. “I’m a slut, sir. You really have no idea.”
Was she starting to laugh? What the fuck had Seth done? Besides try to kill the mood… I’m still fucking hard, though. Her heat overwhelmed him. Her wetness surrounded him. Her muscles? Destroyed him. For fuck’s sake you fucking imbecile, don’t develop feelings for this woman. You heard what she said. “Give me a taste of what you mean.” Rarely did his voice get this low, this demanding. Was this who he really was? Was it Judith who brought it out in him? What was he trying to prove? Was he trying to prove it to her… or to himself?
“I love cock, sir.” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, teeth grazing her sensitive skin as she squirmed beneath him. “I love your cock. Right now I can feel it so deep in there that I think I might lose my fucking mind. Please, for the love of God, finish me off!”
“You want to beg? Fine. Beg.” Seth held her down by the shoulders, watching her breasts shake from the sudden movements. “Don’t hold back. Tell me what you want. If I think you’re worthy, I will give it to you, a thousand times over.”
He expected her to unleash that coy smile of hers. Instead, she closed her eyes, mouth dropping open as she relaxed against the bed. “Please. Come with me. I’m so close, Seth. You’re killing me by keeping this thing in me but not doing anything with it. I want to feel you everywhere I can feel a thing.”
“Do you want me to completely consume you, Judith?”
“Yes! Please!”
She actually sounded earnest. Was it possible? Was this not an act? Or was Seth losing every ounce of reason his logical brain had been so proud to have?
“Don’t hold back how you feel, dear. I’m not going to spare you.”
He was true to his word. From the moment Seth thrust into her again, he was relent
less.
Judith cried out and writhed beneath him, her body completely at his mercy, not that it would get any. Her legs jerked in the air around his hips and head. Her body opened up to him, drawing him deeper, deeper, until they were absolutely one person and nothing more. It was so mind-altering that even a doctor like Seth had to admit this woman was more dangerous than a common street drug. She was otherworldly.
For now, she was his.
She came before he did, screaming, grabbing his hair, digging into his shoulders, his back, his chest. Seth had one last second of clarity before his cock became so rigid that he couldn’t stand it a moment longer. He had to come. Now.
“Yes!” Judith cried, again and again. “Fuck you’re warm!”
She thought he was warm? Had she felt herself lately?
While Seth enjoyed his climax, his brain did not completely check out. Wheels continued to turn in the back of his mind. He imagined his darling woman, with her strawberry blond hair and hurricane hazel eyes servicing another man. An inferior man. He imagined her with that other guy, whoever he was, licking his cock, clawing his skin, writhing on the other end of his orgasm. She said so herself. She was a woman who enjoyed sex with as many men as possible. Seth couldn’t delude himself forever. Judith screamed his name now, but tomorrow she would be screaming some other guy’s name, assuming he was even half-competent in bed.
Unacceptable.
He wasn’t proud of it, but heaven knew that even upon reflection later, he would think this hot as hell. He would stroke himself to the image of him pulling out mid-orgasm and coating her mound, her stomach, her breasts in what seed he had left. It didn’t matter that she would wash it off later. He would know. Those other men would know. Seth was not a bastard to be trifled with.
Breathless and drained, Judith’s chest heaved up and down as she rubbed her brow with lazy fingers. “My fuck,” she mumbled, legs remaining open even after Seth pulled back. “That was amazing.”