Corrected-book1-v3

by Scarlett Avery

  “Okay, I’m listening. But wait. Cassie is on the phone.”

  “Tell her you’ll call her back,” he shouts as I run back to my room to grab my phone.

  “Cassie, Todd told me to tell you I’ll call you back,” I say, as I grab the phone and run back downstairs.

  “Sofia, call me the second that princess leaves!”

  “I’ll call you right back.”

  “What did she say?”

  “She called you princess.”

  “And you know it!” he says, snapping his fingers at me. “Okay, back to business. You must have made quite the impression on Mr. Van Der Linden last night.”

  Since I’m still unsure why Todd is here, I proceed carefully. “Well, I think he liked that I could interact with the crowd in multiple languages.”

  “Sofia, stop the bullshit. You’re working for an escort service, not a diplomatic agency,” Todd snaps.

  “Sorry.”

  “Bryce woke me up very early this morning. I made the mistake of leaving my work mobile phone on and he called me at seven-thirty am to tell me that he needs to get in touch with you. Since he’s very aware of the privacy rules of the agency when it comes to contacting the girls directly at their home, he asked me to track you down.”

  “Why did he call so early? What’s so urgent?”

  “He wanted to know if he could have flowers delivered to our agency and if we could deliver them to you.”

  “Where are the flowers?” I’m stunned that Bryce would do that. Here I was thinking that I had completely screwed up.

  “They’re in the cab. The meter’s running.”

  “In the cab? You didn’t want to grab the bouquet before coming in?”

  “Before I grab them, you do realize there are no florists open at eight am in the morning?”

  “Yeah, you’re right. What do you mean by them?”

  “You have to see them to believe them. Bryce said you were such exceptional company that he hired a hotel staff member to run to a wholesaler and pay whatever it took to get flowers to you before nine am!”

  “What?”

  “Honey, I don’t know what you did to that man, but he’s been hiring girls for years and I’ve never, ever, ever, ever heard back from him the next morning unless it was to complain.”

  “Wow! I’m speechless.”

  “Well, if you’re speechless now, you really won’t be able to find your words when you see how many bouquets he sent you. But honey, before you step outside, you need to get rid of that robe.” Todd waves his finger at me.

  “Let me run upstairs and put some clothes on. I can’t stand the suspense any longer,” I say, as I climb the stairs two by two to jump into my jeans and a tee shirt.

  Todd takes me to the cab and when he opens the door to the back seat, all I can see is a magnificent wall of flowers.

  “They are so beautiful! Are they all for me? Are you sure, Todd?”

  “Yes, all of these are yours, courtesy of a very happy client,” Todd says, as he winks at me.

  It takes Todd and me at least twenty minutes to bring in all the flowers Bryce sent me.

  “Sofia, he also wants you to have this.” Todd hands me a big box and waits for my reaction. “You better make yourself hotter than yesterday, because he’s booked you again—only a few hours after your first date. This is not the norm for most of our clients.”

  “Are you joking me?”

  “No, Sofia, Bryce Van Der Linden has already booked you for tonight.”

  “I cannot believe this. I was a bit nervous last night and I wasn’t sure how he felt about the evening.”

  “I’ll say it again—you scored! Okay, I’ve got to run, honey. Do me proud tonight and text me on your work phone to let me know everything is okay.”

  “I’ll text you. I promise. Thanks for coming over so early and delivering these.”

  “Sofia, I don’t know what you did to Bryce, but you got him.”

  When Todd leaves, I open the big box Bryce sent me. There’s a smaller box that reads Open Me First. When I open the smaller box, I find a little folded note that reads, “You were delicious last night. I want a second serving of you. I’m hard just thinking of your perfect breasts and hard nipples. Meet me at the hotel at the same bar at six-thirty tonight.”

  This is so surreal.

  I unfold the tissue paper and gasp when I see the Agent Provocateur underwear. Bryce must have gotten this from the boutique at the hotel I had admired last night, because all the shops are still closed at this time. Guessing my panty size was easy, since he kidnapped my lace panties, but how in the world has he been able to guess my bra size so precisely? The set Bryce selected for me is a revealing nude lace set scattered with glittering Swarovski crystals, which includes the bra, panties and garter belt. The bra crisscrosses at the front around the neck and the panties have the most unusual cut I’ve ever seen—they are a set of high-waist briefs and the back has a cutaway that reveals the upper part of my butt cheeks. Bryce surely knows what he wants and he has the money to buy it. Considering basic bras at Agent Provocateur start at three hundred dollars, this set must have cost thousands of dollars.

  I know he bought this to satisfy his own fantasies, but it’s still so beautiful.

  I spend the day running errands and I stop at the bank to put the money Bryce gave me into my account. It’s an insane amount of money for the effort I put in, considering he did all the work, but I won’t be complaining.

  By four o’clock, I make my way back home to get ready for my second date with Mr. Van Der Linden. In his note, Bryce was vague about the type of event we’re attending tonight, so I decide to play it safe and dress the part of the escort to the fullest. Before leaving I check myself one last time in the mirror and am quite pleased. The straightened hair and perfect makeup add more drama to the vintage white Ralph Rucci dress I’m wearing. I took some of the money Bryce had given me to buy a new pair of Louboutin shoes and I stand taller and sexier thanks to these white leather heels adorned with a lace-like pattern that ties with a leather string around my ankles.

  They are super sexy!

  When I arrive at Trouble’s Trust bar, I expect to meet Bryce and after looking around without seeing him, I start thinking I’ve made a mistake about our meeting location. As I’m scouring the room one more time, my phone lets me know I’ve received a text.

  You look hot. It’s nice that you made the effort, but that white dress won’t stay on too long. My cock is already hard and I’m waiting for you in my room.

  Bryce was in the room and he saw me arrive, but I guess he’s in the mood to play naughty games tonight.

  Well, let the games begin!

  The door is slightly opened when I arrive at Bryce’s room. Although I’m unsure what’s about to happen, I push open the door. Inside the room, Bryce is sitting in the dark and the city lights are the only source of light allowing me to make out his features.

  “Close the door and come closer,” he commands.

  I push the door closed behind me and start moving towards him. I can’t see his face, but I can feel his eyes through the darkness, his gaze taking in every inch of me.

  “Did you use the money I gave you yesterday to buy these shoes?”

  I resent his assumption that I don’t have money of my own even if he’s right, but he continues talking.

  “They are very sexy and I hope you’ll keep them on when you show me how perfect the underwear I got you looks on your curvy body. Oh, before I forget, your money is on the table in the black pouch.”

  He’s definitely put a spell on me.

  I didn’t expect that standing in this dark room and being ordered around by this sexy rich man could be such a turn-on.

  “Amanda, do you like the underwear? I hope it fits?”

  “Yes, it looks amazing, Bryce.”

  “Good. Then show me.”

  “In the dark?”

  “
Remove the dress, Amanda, I’ll see what I need to see,” he says abruptly.

  I drop the handbag I’m still clinging to on a dresser near the zipped black pouch containing my money for the night and walk back to where I was standing.

  “I already have a hard-on, don’t make me wait longer,” he says in a raspy voice.

  I’m very nervous and my hands are shaking. I’m about to remove my dress as if I’m at home alone, but then I remember that Bryce is paying for me to be sexy, not ordinary. As I’m getting ready to turn up the sizzle factor and unleash my inner Pussycat Doll, Bryce nearly whispers, “Make me want to beg for it, Amanda.”

  The deep sound of his voice makes me immediately wet. I decide to remove the dress slow and sexy, with my back facing him, so he can enjoy the cutoff lace briefs he bought for me.

  “Very hot,” he remarks, as I reveal the underwear.

  As soon as I turn around to face him, he’s towering over me, as if he has leaped from the chair he was sitting on to where I am standing. His fingers trail down the side of my face along my jaw line before encountering my lips. When he pushes his finger inside my mouth, I freeze as my nipples harden beneath the lace bra. He pulls me closer and his hands slide over my shoulders and down the front of my chest until he reaches my breasts.

  “You should never wear a bra. Your boobs are too perfect,” he says as he unhooks my lace bra, releasing my eager breasts. “Put your hands up above your head, Amanda,” he commands.

  It’s as if his words cast a spell over me and I follow his command without resistance.

  He leans down to whisper in my ear, “I want more of you. I didn’t get nearly enough last night, but I was afraid that if I tasted more of you in one shot, I wouldn’t be able to recover.”

  He pulls a silk tie from his pocket and tightly wraps it around my wrists. I panic because this has never happen to me before with any of the men I’ve been with in the past. His warm voice calms my fears.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, Amanda, I want you to surrender entirely to me so that I can bring you more pleasure than you’ve ever had.”

  His free hand slides under the lace briefs and travels slowly down between my folds until he reaches my clit. I moan, remembering how well my body responded to his sensual touch less than twenty-four hours ago. His mouth covers mine, his tongue pushes through the crease of my lips to meet mine before he pushes his fingers inside my yearning body. His fingers slide in and out of me, intensifying my wetness. Bryce expertly glides over my hard nub and circles it until I have no choice but to bite my lip as an outlet to the intense pleasure. His mouth moves back to my ear and he whispers, “I want to make you come again, Amanda. Will you let me?”

  These words send an earth-shattering sensation throughout my body.

  “I want to make you come as well, Bryce,” I manage to whisper back.

  “There’s plenty of time for that, it’s all about you for now.”

  He lifts me in his muscular arms and carries me to the bed. He looks at me with desire, then throws me down on the mattress and tears off his shirt and quickly removes his pants.

  This is the first time I see his superbly chiseled body and I can’t help but admire his perfectly formed pecs and the tightness of his six-pack. His magnificent cock is long, thick and cut.

  “Turn on to your stomach, I want to see your ass.”

  I roll over and he grins with satisfaction.

  “Your ass looks dangerous in those panties.”

  I can’t help but laugh at the compliment.

  “Oh, you find that funny?”

  “No, I’m flattered.”

  He looks at me with intensity before caressing my butt. He then kisses it with the perfect balance of gentleness and forcefulness. As he kisses my ass, he finds my clit again with his other hand and rubs my erect nub. Once again, he’s giving me more pleasure than any other man has ever given me before.

  “I’m not going to make you come with my fingers tonight. I have other plans for you.”

  He moves and when I turn my head to look, he’s wrapping his long hard erection in a condom before walking back towards me. He’s holding on to his cock as he devours me with his eyes.

  “I hope you want me as much as I want you. I’ve wanted nothing more than to be inside you since you left me last night, Amanda.”

  He leans down and grabs the side of my briefs with his teeth and yanks them down my legs. He then takes my tied hands and raises my body from the mattress so that we can both kneel facing each other. I’m intimidated by his massive erection as his manhood presses against my stomach when he leans in to sink his teeth into my shoulder. He caresses my breasts and squeezes my nipples before putting them into his mouth. The sweet sensation of the warmth of his tongue over my erected nipples sends shivers of desire down my back. His hands move from my breasts to my lower back until he grips my backside in his hands, lifts me up off the bed and forces me to wrap my legs around his waist.

  “I love holding your ass in my hands,” he confesses in my ear.

  My hands are still tied around his neck. I’m completely his. He has all this power over me and it’s driving me mad with desire. I contort my body on his lap to try to find a comfortable position. When I look down, I regret that I’m too tied up to take him into my mouth. Honestly, his massive erection would make a porn star jealous.

  He wraps his arms around my body and forces me to lean back as he enters me. His electric-blue eyes are so intense they seem to be searching my soul as we stare into each other’s eyes. Bryce ravishes me like a hungry beast and the sustained friction of his hips against my clit forces me to come. The sweet climactic buildup takes over my body and I throw my head back to contain the inevitable pleasure. He grabs my hair and pulls it back, sending my body shaking and convulsing while I let out a sound I’ve never heard before.

  “Jesus,” I pant.

  My body is limp from the ecstasy and I can barely keep up with him as he lifts me off his lap and sets me down on the bed. He reaches down to untie my wrists, freeing my hands. He then straddles my body as he looks down at me, his eyes still burning with passion while he holds his cock in his hands like a prize.

  “I want to come between your big luscious breasts, Amanda.”

  He places his penis between my breasts and I squeeze them together to add pressure as Bryce thrusts his hips back and forth. He reaches down and slides his finger inside me to gather my wetness before licking it off his finger while letting out a sound of delight. The head of his hardness is an inch away from my mouth as he thrusts faster and faster towards me. I release my breasts and place my hand at the back of his cock. He smiles when he realizes what I’m about to do. He moves his body forward closer to my face and moans with pleasure as I take all of him into my mouth.

  “Are you going to suck me, Amanda?”

  I raise my eyes and read the anticipation in his eyes. I nod instead of answering and close my eyes again to enjoy his sweet cock. I love it when his cock hits the back of my throat and having him inside my mouth rocking back and forth is more than my body can take. I’m so turned on that my juices accumulate quickly between my legs as his cock pushes deeper and deeper into the back of my throat. I reach down to relieve my aching clit, but Bryce reaches it before I can. He caresses my clit as he thrusts nice and slow inside my mouth. I squeeze his butt cheeks hard as the buildup between my legs becomes unbearable and that triggers him. We both come together. His cock slides out of my mouth and he collapses spent next to me on the bed.

  “You’re fucking amazing,” he says, still breathing heavy from the climax.

  I roll on my side and look at Bryce’s beautiful face and boldly declare, “I’m ready for another round, if you are.”

  He chuckles. “Not before we get some food.”

  “You mean room service?” I ask, as I stroke his new erection.

  “No, I mean you showing off that sexy dress and those shoes. We’re going out. This
is New York City after all,” he declares before rolling to face me and grab my bottom. “Once I have some food in my body, I’ll ride you again—I promise.”

  “So I have to wait? Is that what you’re saying?”

  He laughs and pulls me closer to him.

  “Only for a few hours. I’m smarter this time and I booked you until three am,” he replies, letting out a soft moan as my tongue explores the interior of his ear while I caress his hardening erection.

  That’s all it takes to change Bryce’s mind.

  “Are you sure you still want to go for a bite to eat?” I ask deviously.

  “Well, it’s going to be uncomfortable for me to walk around with this erection. We might as well put it to good use.”

  “I couldn’t agree with you more,” I respond with an angelic smile.

  “Don’t act too innocent, it’s your fault I’m in this state,” he says, as he looks down at me. “You’re so lucky I brought a couple condoms, just in case.

  “Very strategic thinking on your part,” I say, as I climb on top of him and arch my back as he enters me. “Ride me again before dinner and I’ll do all the work,” I beg softly.

  I love being on top because it gives me an intense climax I can’t get in any other position. I place my hands on the bed on each side of Bryce’s body to be better able to ride his hard erection. He takes me at face value, because he doesn’t help and just lies on the bed with a contented grin on his face. As I switch to thrusting front and back, he places his finger on my nub and gently massages it while looking up at me with his dreamy eyes.

  “Shit, that’s so…”

  “You like it when I play with your clit, baby?”

  “Oh, yeah, I like it a lot.”

  “Good, because I do too.”

  My excitement grows as his finger expertly intensifies my orgasm.

  “Aaahhh.” I bite my lip before arching my back and tilting my head backward to the point where it hits the mattress before climaxing.

  Bryce doesn’t give me the chance to recover. “My turn,” he declares as he lifts me and sits me on his lap. His thrusts are so forceful that he lifts me off the bed with each one of them. He pulls my body closer to his before finding my lips and slipping his tongue inside my mouth. He cups my breasts with his big strong hands as he moans into ecstasy.