by Alyssa Clark
“What?” I looked over a shoulder at Angela, I didn’t understand what she was getting at. “Reward her?”
“Ms. Sullivan,” she kept her eyes on me as she spoke, “tell Mr. Davis what you want for a reward for your good behavior.”
I looked back to the girl and front of me, still naked and still giving me an expression that I could only think of as innocent. That’s because I was looking at it all wrong. I was just looking at the surface and not reading in between the lines.
There was no way she could be innocent and be in a place like this.
“I…” her voice was soft, and she sounded hesitant,. “I want him to touch me.” It was enough to catch me off guard. Another realization that I had no idea what I was dealing with. “I want him to make me cum and then to use me.”
The bad part is, even before hearing all of that, my cock was at attention. Of course, the bastard had a mind of his own and liked to alert me anytime there was a hot piece of ass within view. I wanted her, that much was obvious from the reaction from when they first strung her up from the ceiling to now.
“I don’t even know your name.” The thought came out of me on its own accord. I shook my head, despite how much I wanted her right now I couldn't. “And I don’t fuck on the first date.” I looked away from the girl in front of me and back at Angela. “Were you gonna ‘reward’ her?”
“No,” Angela answered, and didn’t seem to be fazed that I didn’t want to fuck the girl in front of me. “I was going to give Mr. De Santego or Mr. Lau the option to. Well, up until Mr. De Santego crossed a line. So, if you do not want to reward her, I’m sure Mr. Lau will be more than pleased to give her one.”
Fuck that.
I turned back to the girl in front of me. “What’s your fucking name?”
“Tabitha.” She looked at me wide-eyed. “Tabitha Sullivan.”
I didn’t even bother to turn back to Angela, I just motioned behind me and said: “Fuck off.” Then, before even giving my employer a chance to say anything, I shoved Tabitha forward and kicked the bathroom door closed. I wasn’t prepared to fuck her, I hadn’t even bothered to purchase condoms to carry on me. Getting laid had been the last thing on my mind since I got out.
Women were considered trouble. Now, now … I was thinking with the wrong fucking head.
I picked her up, with all her curves it was still barely an effort to haul her onto the countertop for the sinks. She let out a gasp as I spread her legs and knelt between them. I hoped to God I wasn’t going to regret this later. Regardless, I adjusted her hips so that I had a good angle to get to her cunt. I spread her with my fingers, groaning at the pretty picture she painted.
She was shaven and bright pink, I nudged her legs onto my shoulders and decided to dive right in. I took one slow taste of her, dragging my tongue from the bottom of her opening up to her clit. Her hips twitched in response and rolled towards me.
Well, that was a good sign.
I took another lap, acquainting myself with the sweet tang of her. It was enough for me to want more, I didn’t beat around the bush. I pressed my tongue into her tightness and felt the muscles clench in response. Her taste and scent clouded me, this went from being about her getting rewarded to me being driven on instinct.
I moved based on the noises she made, which was mostly soft gasps and sighs, all the while toying with her growing dampness.
The gasps weren’t enough for me. It wasn’t cutting it.
I went along her slit until I found her clit and sucked into my mouth. I got a better reaction, and I went to work from there. I pressed my teeth into her sensitive flesh just as I jammed two fingers into her getting the cry that I wanted. Her hands found my hair, what little I left up there, and her nails scraped against my scalp.
I groaned against her skin, and she echoed, now it wasn’t so much of an effort to work towards getting her off. Now I was getting into it. I worked her with my teeth, tongue, and hand until she was trembling.
“Please,” it came out of her so sweetly, “please, may I cum?”
Did she just ask permission to cum?
I didn’t answer, but I looked up to see the strain on her expression. Her eyes were clenched closed, and her brows were drawn up. I could feel the quaking in her thighs, she was right on the cusp.
“Please!” Now she sounded desperate. “Master, please!”
I released the skin I had been sucking on and pulled back. “You’re asking to cum?”
“Yes!”
She was serious.
“Say my name,” I demanded, and I saw her eyes fly open. Her green eyes connected with mine. “Easton,” I reminded her. “You say it and you can cum, but you better fucking scream it when you do.”
“Easton.” It came out of her like a shaky prayer, and I closed my lips back around her clit. I curled my fingers up to tickle that button on the inside, and I heard her take in a sharp breath. “Easton!”
I kept working her as she cried out my name until I got her to start to gush. I pulled my fingers from her and drank her in, savoring the sweet flavor of her. I couldn’t get enough of it.
Her hands stayed in my hair and tugged lightly, giving me a clue I needed to stop. It took an effort, but I managed to pull away from her cunt. I stood on shaky legs between her thighs, and I couldn’t see a reason not to pull my cock out and fuck her right there. She wanted it, the glassy-eyed look she was giving me now begged me to fuck her.
I was almost beyond reasoning, I wanted it just as much. The only thing that stopped me was the knowledge that this would probably be opening a can of worms that I wasn’t prepared to deal with. Whether it was just the pull that I felt towards her or just what sex would involve with this kind of girl I couldn’t say. Right this second, my dick didn’t care. I just it wanted to be buried in her.
I took a step back and just took in the beauty in front of me. The pale skin flushed pink, her eyes dark and her lips parted in a way that tempted me with shit that I wasn’t ready for.
“That’s gonna have to be reward enough,” I said thickly, it was a hard thing to swallow. But I had more important things to worry about. Getting caught up in some random girl wasn’t one of them.
“Please,” her eyes pierced me like she went straight for the fucking gut. “Mas--” She stopped thinking better of it. “Easton. I need it.”
“Sorry, sugar.” I had to get out before I changed my mind. I didn’t even bother to clean my face, but I knew I couldn’t stay in there with her. I backed out of the women's room, and I decided to clean up in the men’s room. I hoped that by the time I finished cleaning up, Tabitha wouldn’t be out in the break room to act as further temptation… and I didn’t want to see Angela either.
I took time to clean myself up, I didn’t want to give away that I’d actually given her what she wanted, at least kinda. As soon as I was satisfied that there were no telling signs in my whiskers I stepped out of the bathroom and was relieved that the break room was still empty. I wasn’t worried about seeing Tabitha again, I felt like cleaning my face was enough of a breather that I wouldn’t pounce to take what I wanted.
I stepped out of the break room with the intentions to help clean up. The caterers already had the remnants of their wares packed up, and Nico had the bar taken care of. I was at a loss as to what do now.
“Go home,” Kenneth said as he came in from the hallway. “The rest is for the cleaning crew get.”
“Where’s the boss?” I looked at him, I wasn’t about to walk out just on his word.
“She,” he nodded back towards the hallway, “is just seeing to the rooms. Seeing if anything needs to be replaced. So, that way we’ll be covered tomorrow.”
I nodded, but I walked past him. The doors were open on both sides of the hallway, and I could already detect the strong scent of bleach. I glanced in the first room and saw two people in there with a mop and disinfectant. That explained the smell.
I went further down and saw similar things. People cleaning. I was
surprised that she had this much going on all on the opening night. I almost walked past the room she was in the second door to the left. She was beside two men, carefully showing them how to properly oil leather on a whip. I stood in the doorway watching, surprised.
“You have to make sure it gets into the braided part,” she spoke them evenly. “But don’t leave the excess. Taking good care of these things will make them last longer.” She paused, catching sight of me. “But that’s the way most things are. You two have a handle on this?”
“Yes, ma’am,” was the answer she got.
Satisfied, she turned to me. “It was a good night.” She seemed to be abuzz with energy. “I hope you’re willing to continue working for me and you didn’t come looking for me just to quit.”
“You’re expecting me to quit?” I asked, and I folded my arms across my chest, not sure what to think about her now. She thought I would be frightened off by watching a night of debauchery? Or maybe it was having Tabitha passed off to me, to decide what kind of reward she’d be given.
I got a shrug for my troubles. “Sometimes I read people right. Sometimes I don’t.” Angela stepped around me and started to lead me back to the main room. “I put the ad in the paper more so as a joke. I didn’t expect to get anyone serious, especially if they did any sort of research on what I had put out there to go along with it.”
I didn’t want to delve any more into my situation than was necessary. As my employer, she knew enough about me. There wasn’t any reason for her to be privy to more than that. “If the pay is good then it’ll be harder to get me to walk away than this,” I grunted. I just hoped it would give her reason enough to try to test it.
“That’s good to hear.” I got a smile from her that I didn’t completely understand. “If you intend to come back I would like to meet up with you at my tailor, I will text you the address. Is one a good time? Or would that be too early?”
“I could manage it,” I assured her.
“Good.” She pulled out her phone and began tapping on it as she led the way back to the break room. “Clock out, I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good night,” she said it in the form of a command, the same tone of voice she had been using with Kenneth and Nico. She went into the ladies room without looking back at me.
I had this urge to follow her, just to make sure Tabitha wasn’t still in there. I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of her since I was between her thighs. The fact that I denied her, and myself, was something telling that I didn’t care to reflect on.
I shouldn’t care, I shouldn’t have this temptation.
I should care about how many hours I worked, I walked to the time clock and made sure I got off the clock. And I should care about what she wanted to be done with this monkey suit. There were a million other things to worry about instead of one girl.
One girl that I got to taste… a taste that lingered on my tongue.
Fuck me, what the hell did I get myself into?
4
There was a buzz, persistent and angry as it tried to get my attention. I’m tugged out of my sleep and instantly irritated by the feel of my erection pressed into my stomach and chafing from where I’d been grinding it into the mattress. The dream was still fresh in my mind, making my cock throb. It was a conscious effort to not just give in and explode, I wasn’t going to cum in my bed by myself.
I picked up my head from my folded arms and groaned as that buzz started again. I found the little flip phone that I owned, still buzzing away. I opened it without bothering to look who was calling. “What?”
“Mr. Davis.” Angela’s voice purred into my ear, not at all helping the aching in my cock. “We have an appointment this afternoon. I just wanted to make sure you remembered that you were going to meet me.”
I growled and rubbed my eyes. “What time is it?”
“Oh, it's eleven forty-eight. So, you have a little over an hour to wake up, get dressed, and get to my tailor,” she hummed like it wasn’t that big of a deal. I doubted she really felt as nonchalant about it as she sounded.
I flopped over onto my back and caught my cock in my fist. “Do I have to dress nice for this shit?”
“Not at all, I don’t expect you to be presentable as if you were going to work,” she assured me. “I will be compensating you for your time with me today. So, please don’t keep me waiting.”
Something about the way she said ‘please’ put my hand into motion. I started stroking leisurely even though I knew it would take little effort to get off.
“I’ll be there,” I grunted before closing the little phone. I worked steadily, closing my eyes as I did. Angela didn’t do this to me. She didn’t push the need for relief into my veins, it wasn’t her demanding voice that made me hot.
It was the memory of dark green eyes piercing me, a soft voice begging me. She needed me, she wanted me, and she didn’t know shit about me. Every noise she made was on replay in my head, every gasp and every sigh. I could almost taste her on my tongue. It drove me to grip my dick harder, to stroke myself with a sense of urgency. A flick of the wrist and I was already dreaming about her tongue and lips around my cock with those big green eyes staring up at me.
I don’t get very far with that image in my head. I groaned as my balls tightened just as I exploded. I made a mess and I felt couldn’t help the disgusted feeling I had. I had the opportunity to fuck someone, and I ended up fucking my hand instead.
I got up and decided that now was a good time to get ready.
It was pushing one by the time I found her tailor. From the looks of the storefront, I doubted that they would let me in without her to vouch for the fact that I wasn’t just some bum off the street. There were several high-end suits in the windows, and I couldn’t imagine myself in them, I never really had the need to be.
“Do you see something you like?”
She managed to sneak up on me, even with those heels clattering down the sidewalk. I didn’t spare her more than a glance. “I’m only here because you said you’d compensate me for my time.”
“Of course,” Angela said and smirked at me as she went to the door. “Is there a limit to what you’ll do for money?” There was a joke here she was trying to pull.
“As long as its legal,” I grunted and let her lead the way in. “Not gonna to be able to pimp me out.” While I doubted she’d attempt it I could see her expression. That was where her mind had gone.
She laughed a little as she paused by the desk where a slim man was waiting for her. “That’s a damn shame, Mr. Davis. It's a good thing that’s not what I was planning.” I watched a little wearily as she turned to the other man. “I’m Angela Winters. I had an appointment with Sam to take this gentleman’s measurements. I was here yesterday, and I was obviously off by a lot.”
“He’s expecting you, Ms. Winters.” We were both waved back.
I was out of my element again. I was in a high-class joint for clothing I didn’t even care to own. Measurements were taken, and I was uncomfortable with how close they needed to be to get them. All the while she watched.
Considering the innuendo from before it set me on edge. I didn’t like the idea of being vulnerable in front of her. Whether or not she sensed anything I couldn’t tell, her expression was all business.
“Mr. Davis definitely has some broad shoulders,” Sam, the tailor, said after a beat. “I can manage to get a suit ready for tonight, but only one. Give me time, and I’ll get the original cut down to fit and another ready.”
Three suits? I asked myself.
“For the one tonight I’ll be charging an expediting fee,” he added as he was jotting down notes.
“I’ll need extra shirts for him,” she told Sam. They both spoke as if I were standing there on display. “That way he’s covered for the work week and I won’t have to worry about him coming in dressed like,” her lips pursed as she turned to look at me, “like he’s dressed now. Please tell me,” she glared at me hard then directed her stare to my feet, “that you have so
mething other than those ratty things to wear.”
Was she talking to me now? Here I thought I had turned into a piece of furniture. “I could go rob a bank to get an appropriate pair, but you’re gonna have to deal with me being gone for three to five. If I’m lucky.”
“If they were clean,” Sam hummed, “it could give him something of a relaxed look. The suit will definitely clean him up and make him look presentable.”
“I’m a bouncer,” I told him, “not some head asshole honcho.”
“It could still fit,” the other man shrugged. “At least until you can get something fitting for the attire.” He looked to Angela. “Just clean them up, and you don’t have to worry about buying more shoes. It's the fashion nowadays. Tennis shoes with a suit.”