are enough. This isn’t a fantasy anymore, this is real. This is us, taking that next step. The final proof that you need, to know if we can make this work. Tonight you’re not Mandy Fullerton and I’m not Logan Steele. This is real life, Summer. You wanted to physically experience my sexual preferences, well tonight I’m going to make that happen. But then I’ll need an answer, angel. You will give me an answer in the morning. No more games, no more stalling. You’re in or you’re out. No more chances. Understood?’
‘Yes,’ she whispered, as she hung her head.
‘Look at me while I’m talking, Summer,’ I demanded, as my cock stiffened at her meekness. In the last fourteen months I’d got to know my angel pretty well. She had the biggest, kindest heart of anyone I’d ever known. Always willing and eager to please everyone around her. She was at such risk of being taken advantage of, by someone who wasn’t as honourable as I was, so I’d worked on toughening her up a bit. Teaching her to stand up for herself, to voice her opinion and to say no. I’d shot myself in the foot, she’d become more feisty when it came to me , rejecting my advances, refusing to agree to become my girlfriend and seeing through my attempts to tempt her into my bed again. But tonight, she knew what I craved. Her, and her complete compliance. She wasn’t an award winning actress for nothing, but I could see through her. She was so inexperienced, she actually craved my direction and control sexually. She wanted to submit to me. And that turned me on more than any other client fantasy that I’d carried out, in all of my years as an escort. She wanted me, not Logan Steele.
‘Would you like me to keep undressing, Sir?’ she asked, as she raised her shining blue eyes back up to meet mine, my lips curling into a slight smile. She’d questioned me extensively about my predilections and what my expectations were for this sort of relationship. This was a good start. It seemed she’d absorbed some of it.
‘I would. No talking from now on unless I ask you a question, or unless you need to let me know that you want me to stop, understood, Summer?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ she breathed, with a slight nod, as she undid another button and the domes of her luscious breasts came into view.
‘Repeat the words for me that you’ll use if I’ve taken things too far.’
‘Yellow, if I’m approaching my limits. Ant, if I need you to stop, Sir.’
‘Excellent,’ I nodded, as her toned stomach came into view. She’d chosen “Ant” on purpose on that first booking. The shit who’d tried to rape her when she was younger, making her shy away from any form of sexual relationship, until she booked me to take her virginity. I cocked my head as the top of the small knickers came into view, a tiny, thin piece of material housing the very part of her that I wanted to bury myself in. That I’d imagined multiple times a day since our last night together, all that time ago. I stifled a groan as she undid the last button and parted the coat, sliding it off her shoulders, unveiling her body. And Jesus Christ, what a body. No matter how good she may look in clothing designed to skim those curves, or work out gear which revealed more of her tantalising flesh, nothing compared to seeing her in the finest lingerie, in stockings and suspenders, with those high heels that made her legs seem endless. Unless you counted seeing her naked, but it was hard to remember how large her nipples were, or how pink her sweet cunt was, after so long without seeing them. She put her hands on her hips and shook her hair back over her shoulders. I suppressed a smirk. I’d given her so much confidence in her desirability, she was a sexual woman now. She may have only had two nights of sex, with me, but she was well aware of her appeal. Confident and submissive all at the same time, no one had ever turned me on more. ‘Turn, very slowly,’ I requested, as I indicated a swivel with my index finger. ‘I want to see you from all angles.’
She nodded and did as she was told. I raked my eyes up her body, from her slender ankles, up her shapely legs to where the black stockings gave way to the creamiest porcelain flesh. The ruffles on her knickers adding unnecessary, but welcome, volume to that backside I loved so much. That I wanted to claim so much. I continued up the slight curvature of the dip in her back, then as she turned again, drawing my hungry gaze over her slim waist and up to those breasts, those huge pink nipples of hers just showing over the top of the low cut bra. I reached down with one hand and squeezed my erection. God, what I had planned for that body of mine in front of me. She’d refused to physically call herself mine, but she was. And she knew it. The moment I first kissed her she’d been mine. She’d freed me, shown me how my life could be. I’d given up my career as an escort, not for her, but because I’d realised what sort of life I could have if I gave it up. I’d done it for me. But the thought that she might be my reward for doing it, hadn’t been an unwelcome sweetener.
‘Walk to me, straddle my lap and place your hands in the small of your back,’ I ordered throatily and watched her hips sway as she approached me. I placed my forearms on the padded arms of my leather armchair, my fingers curling tightly and gripping them, trying to control my excitement as she parted her ankles and placed one knee against my hip, lightly clasping my shoulders as she raised the second knee, tucking it in place, her heaving chest wobbling inches from my face. I just wanted to dive in face first, that was one way of drowning I could live with. I wasn’t sure who was breathing harder and faster as she put her hands behind her and I reached for the metal handcuffs on the coffee table next to me.
Summer
I felt dizzy as I straddled his lap, as if the thought of us finally having sex again wasn’t heady enough, to have him looking at me that way, his grey eyes full of fire, the way his teeth were working over that delicious lower lip of his was driving me insane. I’d spent months resisting him, months studying him, questioning him, trying to make sure that he couldn’t hurt me again. The way he’d hurt me those times before, by not answering my email, giving me the wrong number and confirming his kinky sex preferences. Even when I’d walked into his spare bedroom last time and seen that scary looking four poster bed with the hooks, that cross up against the wall and he’d admitted his preference for BDSM in his personal life, I’d still wanted to trust my gut that he was a good guy. That he wouldn’t hurt me again. But I had to be certain, and I had to be even more sure that he really had left his escorting days behind. If we were going to do this, I wasn’t the sort of girl to share. I wanted my fairy tale Prince with a happy ever after. I’d pushed him to the limits by resisting him, I’d pushed myself to the limits, but I wasn’t prepared to risk my heart, just because he was nearing the end of his patience to sleep with me again. I’d explained that until I was ready it wouldn’t be happening, and I knew I risked losing him forever. My best friend, Mandy Fullerton, the one whose name I’d jokingly used on the “booking form” for Logan, was the only one who knew his real identity. She’d told me that a man like Logan wouldn’t wait for long, but he had. He’d waited
fourteen months for me. Nothing had ever made me feel more special or deserving.
I wanted him in a way that I’d never experienced before. Not just sexually, though that itch was now unbearable, I just wanted him. He was so kind, generous, chivalrous and protective of me. His smile when he saw me lit up a room, I suspected it could light up Wembley Stadium, it was that dazzling. The way those light grey eyes sparkled when he laughed, his voice … I could go on for ever, there was nothing about him that I didn’t like. Especially not the body that I knew was concealed under that tailored suit of his. Those abs, which were covered by his crisp white shirt. The memory of what was there between his thighs had my pussy clench. And his scent! He had the aftershave on that made me swoon, but it still didn’t mask his natural masculine musk which I found so appealing. I let out a whimper as he leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss between my breasts, then on each one. The heat of his breath making my skin prickle. I’d booked “Logan Steele” as Mandy Fullerton, because I wanted to try and detach myself, in case it all went wrong and I hated it, or he was disappointed in me for not living up to his expe
ctations. I’d told him that I wanted to role play if we were going to go through with this, but he knew me too well. He knew I was still nervous, but he also knew what I did, deep down in my heart, that if we were having sex again, after so long, it had to be us. Neither of us could act out a role tonight, we were being our genuine selves. We’d assured ourselves of our compatibility over the last year and a bit, in all areas but the last place that mattered. The bedroom. Or the lounge, or wherever the hell we were going to end up. Frankly I didn’t care. I was that desperate for him, even with the nerves currently rattling my bones.
‘Angel,’ he sighed deeply, as he licked up between my breasts with his warm, moist tongue and kissed the hollow of my throat. I moaned in delight and flexed my hips. Each touch on my skin burned me, branded me forever. My nerves sang happily, my muscles shedding some of their tension as his lips brushed over my neck and his hands slid down my arms, the chill of the metal cuffs he was holding was a total contrast to his warm fingers. I gasped, a residual nervous reflex, as I felt the metal circle my one wrist and heard the snap as he locked it into place. I was close to hyperventilation from sheer excitement, blended with worry, as he clicked the second into place and moved his hands to my hips. I gazed down at him as I panted and tried to move my hands, seeing how much give I had. Very little. ‘Sit back on my knees,’ he ordered, as his eyes flashed with hunger. I nodded and lowered myself, and one of those annoying squeaks of excitement, that I wished I could control around him, escaped my lips, as he reached up and clasped my face, rubbing his thumb over my lips. ‘Do you have any idea how badly I want you, Summer?’ he murmured, in that sexy low baritone of his.
‘Yes, Sir. Because I want you just as much,’ I confirmed sincerely, as I gazed into his gorgeous eyes. He growled and pulled my face down to his, smashing his lips against mine, the contact brutal and savage. I gasped and went to reach for his hair, to pull him onto me harder, until I realised my hands were going nowhere. I felt him take advantage of my lips, parting for that intake of air, his tongue snaking its way into my willing mouth. We both groaned simultaneously as his battled for supremacy, forcing the pace of his wild out of control thrusts. I felt like I was floating up with the stars, my head was dizzy as he took everything he could from me in that one frenzied kiss. I felt heart broken when he suddenly pulled away and looked at me through hooded eyes. I could almost end the night happy now. A kiss from him was like the best gift ever given or received. The noise of our heavy breathing as we both tried to recover was deafening. He slowly dragged his thumb sensuously across his damp lower lip, as he regained his composure. ‘I’d forgotten how warm and wet your mouth was. I’m going to fuck it. Go and drop to your knees in the middle of the room.’
I closed my eyes for a moment, excited at his dirty instruction and nodded, his fingers curved around my hips to steady me and help me up. I bit my lip as I stood upright, my knickers felt so damp. Was it normal to get this turned on from a few orders and a kiss? As I looked at him, I realised what a ridiculous question that was to ask myself. His beautiful face was enough to turn on a woman, let alone the dark desire etched across it, that substantial swelling I’d felt between my thighs as I sat on his lap, or his expert tongue in my mouth. I stepped backwards carefully and sank to my knees as he remained in the chair, his legs spread, showing me the evidence of his huge erection straining against the black material of his trousers. I gulped, but held his gaze as he just stared at me. A dark and hungry stare. What was he doing? I wondered, as I tried to calm my breathing down. I thought he’d throw me down and go at it like a bull in a china shop. It had been months.
‘Part your knees,’ he ordered, as he studied me. ‘Head up, when I’m in front of you I expect your eyes to be on mine at all times, lips parted. When I order you to present yourself to me, no matter where you are, or what you’re doing, this is how I will expect you in my spare room. Wearing matching lingerie, stockings, suspenders and high heels, in this pose. Understood?’
‘All the time?’ I asked, wide eyed. Would sex never be spontaneous with him again?
‘The correct response to that question was “Yes, Sir,” angel,’ he shot back, as he cocked his head and frowned.
‘But I don’t understand,’ I protested and saw the frown lines on his brow deepen. ‘Sir.’ I added quickly. ‘Am I to do this every time you want sex?’
‘No,’ he replied with a slight sigh. ‘This is only when I crave some control over you, when I’m in the mood to dominate you. It won’t be every time, but when I give you the order to present, that will tell you my expectations. You’ll stop whatever you’re doing, go and change, then kneel like this in the spare room waiting for me.’
‘But what if I’m not in the mood, Sir?’ I enquired. He let out a deep, sexy as sin, laugh.
‘Angel, trust me, you’ll always be in the mood around me and if you’re not, a few minutes sitting like this, imagining how good I’m going to make you feel, will soon have you begging for me. Are you done with questioning me, or can’t you follow the rule that you only speak when spoken to? I’ve spent months answering your questions and you told me you were ready. I have certain expectations and if you don’t meet them, then I’ll be forced to punish you. Understood?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I responded quickly. I didn’t want him to spank me or withhold my orgasms. I needed to do as I was told.
‘Good girl,’ he smiled proudly, as he eased himself up and circled around me. I kept my eyes in front of me, waiting for him to stand still and look down at me, knowing he’d expect me to look up. I gulped as his crotch appeared. Shit. Was he always that big? I quickly looked up, holding his gaze, a gaze that was telling me how much he needed to unload. ‘I want you to take my cock out and suck it. I’m so desperate for you I don’t think I’ll last long first time, and I need to last for what I have planned for you later. This will take the edge off,’ he stated. I remained looking up at him, silent. I wasn’t supposed to speak, but if I couldn’t, how did I remind him that I was handcuffed and couldn’t do as he asked? ‘Is there a problem?’ he enquired, raising an eyebrow rakishly.
‘My hands are secured behind my back, Sir.’
‘I know,’ he grinned wickedly. ‘I deliberately undid my button for you. Use your teeth.’
I swallowed hard and nodded as he gazed down at me and felt my stomach twist. He was so damn hot and sexy. I leaned in and gently used my teeth to grip his zip and tugged it down, until the material of his trousers flopped to each side. Tilting my head I grasped them over his thigh and yanked, again and again, until they finally slithered down his muscular legs and gathered in a pool around his ankles. He was breathing hard and fast, as was I. Would I remember how to suck him? Would I be able to take him? Mandy, the real Mandy, had visited me in my new penthouse apartment, courtesy of my large pay out from the proceeds of the first film and upfront payments on the remaining two. She was far more experienced and had given me hints and tips and we’d got drunk one night when she’d made me practice on a banana. I’d nearly choked on it first time around, while she nearly choked from laughing too much. The cock writhing in the boxers in front of me was no banana. It was more like a damn marrow. A prize winning marrow. His tight jersey boxers took more effort and concentration. It didn’t help that I could smell the muskiness of his scent, some powerful elixir which flooded my senses as well as my, already very damp, knickers. When I finally got them down to his knees and he sprung free, jutting out in all his manly glory, I groaned at the sight in front of me. His solid shaft was wider and longer than I remembered, with that hot pink bulbous crown and wet tip. I poked out my tongue and gently swept it over his soft head, tasting him for the first time in forever, and he groaned loudly as his fingers reached down into my hair, caressing my scalp.
‘That’s it, angel. Kiss, lick and suck me. I’ve dreamed of this, of you on your knees in front of me, those beautiful blue eyes looking up at me in awe as you swallow me whole. Do it.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I purred and
slowly ran my tongue up his warm, hard rod. He growled as I lay a trail of kisses along his shaft and licked his smooth balls, kissing all the way around the top of his thighs, into that lovely dip on his hips, across his hard stomach and back down. I trailed my tongue up his shaft again and wrapped my lips around his sticky head. His fingers automatically tightened in my hair, as his eyes turned a dark shade of grey, completely focussed on mine. I engulfed him and took him down as far as I could, hearing him mutter a load of expletives as I sucked my way back up. His eyes were glazed now, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his fingers encouraged my head to move faster. My mouth was ridiculously stretched, surely he wouldn’t fit inside me again when we had sex? He was so much bigger than I remembered.
‘Summer,’ he groaned, gutturally, as his hips started to pump. I started breathing through my nose, as his cock filled my mouth completely. His stomach inched closer and closer to my face as I took him further down with each powerful thrust. I kept my eyes on his, even though he’d closed them and his face was contorted with pleasure. I would have smiled if I could. He was happy. I was making him happy. I was still in awe that someone as amazing as him wanted me so badly. He could have anyone he wanted and he’d fallen for me. I felt him tense as he started to grunt and I prepared myself for the inevitable flood. ‘Shit, shit, swallow me, angel. Please, swallow me,’ he gasped, as he opened his eyes and looked back down at me. He looked drugged, completely blissed out on a rush of sexual endorphins. I held his gaze as he blasted my throat, and managed to swallow as he rammed himself further in, nearly choking me. He stayed there for a moment, then quickly pulled out and sank to his knees in front of me, grabbing my face, kissing me passionately, not giving me a second to catch my breath. ‘Even better than I remembered, angel. I can’t wait to bury myself in you, but first I owe you some pleasure. Would you like that?’
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