Page 8 of Into the Blue
All of these are the reasons why I knew this would be my way to get exactly what I wanted from the man in front of me. Sex work is not usually my bag. I’ve dabbled in it a few times at my old place, but it was too much for me to handle every night. I found my love on the pole and tend to stay away from the beds. Here though, I could at least be safe, all while I get the information I need. If he can’t follow the rules then I’ll be stuck trying to find another in.
He shrugs and relaxes. “Ain’t gotta worry about any of that with me.” He looks my body over from my clavicles to my hard nipples, down to my waist and bites his lip when he gets to the generous swell of my hips. His intense gaze lingers on my calf and toes and it’s something I feel—like he’s touched me there when he hasn’t.
I am the product he has so generously paid thousands to possess for the night. And with the intensity of his inspection, I would say he is happy with his purchase.
“Good,” I say, stepping out of his hold, allowing my hips to brush over him when I turn for him to see my ass again. “Have any ideas now?”
“Too many,” he exhales.
Strong brows furrow over dark eyes that seem bottomless in depth. Deep brown skin like mahogany beckons my fingertips to explore. His locs are neatly styled and stop just below his shoulders. I wonder if he maintains them or if someone else does it for him. I can’t see his arms though they stretch the limits of the long sleeve shirt he has on. Well defined and big enough to hold me up if we actually get to have some fun and try out any ofthe ideashe hasso manyof. He wears tactical pants like he’s in the military or something, so they’re baggy on his dense frame. Even still, I can see how hard he is for me. I won’t lie and say I’m not thinking about what’s hiding underneath that fly.
“Lay back on the bed how you were before.” There is no leeway in his command. I purposefully take my time repositioning myself with my ass presented for him.
“Like this?” I ask primly, while blinking up at him. Looking as willing and desperate as I should for a client. But this time, Iamvery willing to see what this man will do next.
“Just like that, bae,” he says. “Spread your legs. Wanna see that pussy drip for me.”
A tingle shoots down my spine as I follow his directions and step apart. Cool air meets my lips. The string presses firmly against my clit, making me acutely aware of how turned on I am right now.
He wants to see me drip? He’s well on his way with how he looks at me open and ready for him.
With two steps, he reaches me and the knife from earlier glints menacingly in his grip. A thick finger traces the waist of my g-string before he asks, “Can I take these off?” He didn’t ask to cut up my skirt, but since I laid out the rules I’m happy he’s taking them seriously.
“Yes,” I respond quickly and with all the impatience I’m feeling. He lifts the fabric to slide the knife under. A needy little moan escapes me when my clit is pressed even harder against the thin strip of fabric.
He pauses and tugs on it again, but I try to stifle the second moan.
“Let me hear you. Paid good money for that needy moan you’re tryin’ to keep from me.”
I huff out a breath and, blessedly, he frees me from the g-string with a swift flick of his wrist.
His knife is practically an extension of him. Men and women alike are terrified of what he can do with it. Talk of his venom treatment is what strikes fear in anyone who dares cross him. The shiny gleam of it tells me there is no venom on it now, but one wrong move and who’s to say what might happen with just a nick.
He puts the blade back into its sheath and before I have long to think about the menace that was only millimeters from my skin, his index and middle fingers slide through my folds with embarrassing ease. “That gets you wet, huh? Maybe I should bring the K back out.”
Did it? Turn me on?
Make me this wet?
I close my eyes, letting the feeling of his fingers running over the sensitive flesh between my legs light something inside me. “Did you like my knife between your legs, bae?” He asks again.
The words alone have me pressing my thighs together, trapping his hand between them. I’ve been doing this long enough to knowwork is work. It’s better to enjoy it than to resist any positive feeling you can get from a client. Never have I ever been this wet so soon into a job though.
Is it this man? What power I know he holds, not just in the room but in the business I admire. Is it because of the way he handles that knife? Is it how he’s touching me like I belong to him? Like he knows my body? Or am I just ovulating?
White hot desire sparks low, demanding more already and I haven’t even seen his dick yet.
He pauses and I’m close to whining in frustration. “Need an answer or I’ll take my fingers away.”
“Yes. Yes, I liked it.” The honesty flows from me on the wave of whatever magic he is working on my clit as he rolls the bud up and down between his fingers. Squeezing and teasing me with deliciously sure movements. His confidence is sexy as fuck mixed with the deep timbre of his voice. It’s doing all the right things to me.
Suddenly something cold is at my entrance.
He doesn’t stop playing with me.
I clench over nothing as I can’t see exactly what isalmostinside me. It’s hard to think when he’s getting me so close to coming. I turn my head to try and get a better look at what exactly he’s doing, but it’s no use.
He still wears all his clothes which do a good job of highlighting just how much I’m at his mercy right now.
