Page 5 of Make Me Bleed
Lars clearing his throat shocks me out of my reverie, and I blink rapidly a few times, clearing my vision as my eyes finish their descent down my tattooed body to my hips, barely covered by a pair of black briefs.
“I’m not dressed for company, baby…”
“Oliver… I want you now.” Lars’s voice leaves no room for argument.
“Yes, sir,” I say softly, knowing what I need to do. I drop my phone to the counter and hit mute for a moment. “Fuck!” I scream. I wasn’t ready for this. I’m not in the right mindset. I just got back from being with Jason—which is easier than being with most—but it still takes everything out of me because of our past. And now withhimon my mind…
“Oli, baby, I know you’re still there…” His voice echoes off the walls, and for a moment, I hate it.
I hate it all.
“I want to see you.”
I shiver for an entirely different reason and pick up my phone, unmuting it. “Yes. I’m here,” I sigh.
“Yes, what?”
I swallow bile. “Sir.”
“Good. Now call me.” And he hangs up without preamble. I throw my head back with a groan. So much for my night of relaxing in the bath. But hey, an extra grand is an extra grand, I guess.
Pulling in a breath and holding it, I shake my head a few times to mess my hair up even more, and then, I type his name into the app I use to video call clients because no way in hell are they ever getting my number—and wait for him to answer.
I can do this—it’s who I am, after all.
It takes all of four seconds for Lars to pick up. His tanned face fills the screen, his thumb dragging along his salt and pepper mustache just like I pictured. “God, you look gorgeous.”
I can’t fight the blush that works its way over my cheeks and down my neck, burning hot in its path, and I’m dizzy from the juxtaposition of my mind and body.
“Thank you,” I murmur, playing soft and demure. Lars likes a good boy. A little bratty with some bite—because fuck,it’s me—but mostly good.
And I can play anyone they want.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now, why don’t you prop that phone up and show me what you’re wearing… or rather, the lack thereof?”
I smirk into the camera, feeling a confident heat settle through my limbs.
This is what I’m good at—seducing men for their money and making sure they come crawling back for more.
It’s easy to settle into my role as I prop my phone against the large bathroom mirror, ignoring my own reflection as I take a few steps back, ensuring I sashay my hips as I do. My tattoosand piercings catch in the light, and I bring attention to them as I drag my hands down my body, ensuring I steer clear of my necklace as I make Lars hiss quietly.
My fingertips skim over the waistband of my briefs, and I slowly draw it back before letting it snap against my body with a loud crack. Lars’s eyes darken, and I know I’ve got him—just like always.
“You know…” I tell him as I drag my hands up my stomach slowly before settling them over my nipples and rubbing the tips of my fingers against them. It feels good, so I let my head fall back with a quiet breath.
“What?” Lars says, and I almost forget what I was talking about.
“I was going to take a nice, long bath tonight. Get really clean before dirtying myself all over again.” As I say that, I drop my chin to my chest and glance up through my darkened lashes just to watch Lars’s eyes darken considerably.
“Now, who says you can’t?”
And that’s my cue.
I reach down and curl my fingers into my waistband, making a show of it as I slowly drag my briefs down, revealing my pubic bone before my underwear has nothing left to hold onto and pools to the floor around my ankles.
My dick is still soft, but with the way Lars is looking at me, it doesn’t take long to start filling out. I skim my fingers through my trimmed patch of hair and curl them around my base, keeping my ring and pinky finger pressed against my balls. I slowly start to stoke myself, letting out a hiss when my nails dig into my skin and a large, red line blooms down my shaft.
Lars lets out a low whistle, and I watch his dark blue eyes widen slightly as I press just a bit deeper, relishing in the pain. Just a little more, a little deeper.Moremoremore.
