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  She actually felt heat ignite throughout the room. With her eyes squeezed shut, she sensed him watching her every move. This was definitely one of the most arousing moments of her life.

  She brought the string of pearls up to her mouth to keep from moaning and prayed she didn't make a puddle on the bedspread.

  As she bent to take off her shoes, he whispered, “Stay as you are.”

  The pleading lilt in his tone quickened her pulse. He’d been calling all the shots up until now. Advantage point, moi. Let's see what I can do to have him begging for more.

  She pushed herself backward and opened her legs just a little. Again she placed herself in la-la land and imagined herself as some Penthouse Playmate at a photo shoot. Gliding her hand down over her stomach, she stopped at the lacey edging of her underwear. She tried to control her breathing, but lost it when her forefinger did a torturous swipe over her clit. The orgasm was quick and intense, leaving her shivering uncontrollably. Never had she orgasmed so fast.

  Too embarrassed to open her eyes, she listened to him remove some piece of clothing.

  Then curiosity got the best of her. She cracked open an eye and was immediately ensnared by his hungered stare. How could he look better than her fantasy? Those steel-blue eyes of his held her fast. This guy was beyond perfect. Hell, he looked photo-shopped, for crying out loud.

  He approached the bed, climbed on it, and pushed her shoulders onto the mattress. The strength in his grip brought such naughty notions to mind that she had turn away so he wouldn't see the kind of effect he was having on her. Shit! She was supposed to be a professional.

  His fingers slipped beneath the material of her panties and leisurely slid them down her legs. Her thong was soaked.

  The pads of fingers were large but soft. As his hand trailed back up along the inside of her thigh, she swore he was shooting electricity directly to one spot.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispered hoarsely.

  Stunned, she laid there like a mute. What was she supposed to say to that? She wondered if Patrice had a manual of witty responses for situations like this.

  “This won’t do, I’m afraid.” He stretched an arm under a pillow and pulled out a blue silk scarf.

  She eyed it suspiciously.

  “Sit up." The authority in his tone caught her attention.

  She rose up on her elbows, her heart beating a tad faster. Please don’t tie me to the bed. Visions of being tortured did a sudden flash through her mind.

  He leaned closer and wrapped the silk around her eyes. His chest was so close she could lick it. Before her tongue could touch him, he gave her a gentle nudge back down onto the mattress. She lay there not knowing what to do. What seemed like an hour later, she felt his fingers brush up and down the fine line of her pubic hair. A bigger puddle formed between her legs.

  “Do you like that?”

  She nodded.

  “Tell me.”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Yes, what?” he asked as he continued his torture.

  She wanted to scream and push against his hand, but a little voice inside told her no. “Yes. Yes I like it.”

  He dipped a finger inside and moaned louder than she did. She tensed when he moved away. Why didn't he spread her wide open and plunge his cock in until she screamed for more? She heard him fumbling with his pants. Finally. She went to remove the blindfold.

  “Leave it on.”

  The crinkling of cellophane filled the silence.

  A condom! YES.

  “Sit up.”

  She balanced herself on her elbows and waited. The latex sheathe landed in her hand. She fumbled with opening of the package. This would be so much easier if I could see.

  He shifted closer. She took in a noseful of his yummy cologne. It was like an aphrodisiac. She breathed deep, which completely addled her concentration.

  He guided her hand straight to his cock, which she discovered was thick and rock hard. She was more aroused now than when she'd masturbated for him. How was it possible? Just because she couldn't see?

  With hands shaking, she began sliding the condom down his shaft as slowly as she could. Hearing his sighs made her bolder. She leaned forward and applied delicate flicks of her tongue over the top of his crown. Every time she did so, his breathing stopped. She resisted the urge to throw him onto the bed and take what she ached for, but payback was bitch. If he could tease her to delirium, it was only fair to return the favor.

  Just as she opened her mouth to swallow him, he pulled away.

  “Not yet.” He pushed her roughly onto the bed. In the next instant, gentle-soft lips kissed and nipped her neck. Stars exploded. That was the one spot that made her a ball of putty.

  She took his head in her hands and attempted to guide him to her breasts, but he forced her arms above her head.

  “Not until I say so.”

  It wasn't easy, but she suppressed a groan of frustration.

  “Tell me.”

  “Yes,” she managed. This submissiveness wasn't her, but damn, she’d never been so turned on before. The blindfold augmented every nerve perception, making his touch more pronounced, more salacious. She’d always preferred being in control. This turning of the tables was too good to be true.

  He lay on his side, gripped her waist, and pulled her over to straddle his stomach. Moisture from between her thighs slicked across his skin. He gave a barely audible groan as he pushed himself backward to the headboard. With him holding her arms at her side, his mouth took control. His lips made a path down the center of her chest. She held her breath. She wanted him badly. Then he clamped her nipple between his teeth. When he moved to her other breast, she shamelessly whimpered. Need filled her to crux.

  She balled her hands into fists as he moved from one breast to the other at a snail's pace. A bubble built inside her as he suckled each nipple until they were as hard as her clit. Then he bit down on one and then the other. This time she couldn't be quiet even if she were gagged. She screamed and clenched his head to her chest.

  He reached up and stretched her arms out to the side, biting the nipple harder. “Unless you want to be put over my knee and spanked, follow the rules. No touching me until I tell you to.”

  Now that was delicious notion.

  He devoured her breasts like a starving man. As he moaned, the vibrations from his lips created sparks that undulated throughout her body.

  “I want to feel you drip all over me,” he whispered. "I want you soaking wet when I slide my cock inside you. Drenching me. Leaking all over my balls.”

  She could only nod.

  “Tell me. Beg for my touch.”

  All inhibitions fled. “God! I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me. Just fuck me already!”

  “Are you dripping?”

  “Yes. I want you so badly.” She tried to graze her clit over those rock hard muscles of his abdomen and crush herself into orgasm, but he released her arms and gripped her hips to hold her in place. Liquid fire pooled between her legs. She wanted to come all over him, but he continued his tease and torment game. Such exquisite torture.

  Sweat slicked her skin. The anticipation of feeling him inside and slamming in and out with his balls smacking her ass and his pubic hair tickling her clit made her weak with want. Her mind worked overtime as she imagined what he was doing and what she'd hoped he'd do next. She fantasized of his head bobbing between her legs as he licked her dry.

  “Put your fingers between your legs. Spread yourself, but don't touch your clit. I want to see the juices you promised me.”

  As he'd asked, she widened her stance and gently slipped her fingers through her swollen lips. She was slickened beyond what she thought possible.

  “Jesus."

  The way he said it made her melt.

  "Show me more.”

  Shifting forward slightly, she exposed all of herself. The coolness of the air on her exposed nether region made her want to come right then and there. Knowing he
saw how wet she was, and how excited it made him, brought a wave of confidence. “Do I please you?”

  He grabbed her and pinned her beneath him. His hot breath dusted across her face. “Oh, yes. You please me very much. I’ve never had a woman like you." He paused. "Are you ready to get fucked now?”

  “Yes. Yes please.”

  When only silence followed, she realized what he waited for.

  “I want you inside me. Fucking me. Making me come all over you. I want to milk your cock until you shoot your load inside me. Please,” she begged.

  “Tell me more,” he said in a husky whisper.

  All sensibility vanished. She needed him now! “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast. Slow. I don’t care. Just fuck me!”

  He pitched her onto her stomach so quickly, her head spun. His strength was amazing. She tried to shift more comfortably, but he pushed her head into the pillow.

  “Spread your legs."

  She did as he asked.

  He ran a forefinger down her spine. Goosebumps followed his fingertips. When he reached the hollow of her back, he made slow massaging circles that drove her insane.

  He's trying to kill me with desire.

  Then he did something that completely stunned her. She sensed him pull back, then the palm of his hand connected firmly with the fleshy meat of her ass. The slap made her jump. He spanked her again and again, centralizing on different spots of her derriere. Heat radiated and spread lower.

  He positioned himself between her legs and forced her thighs further apart.

  She tried to refocused, to assess what was coming next, but desire had turned her brain into mush.

  His finger glided along the crack of her ass. When it moved a millimeter downward, she stiffened.

  “Should I stop?”

  “N-no.”

  Her buttocks felt like they had second-degree burns, but the pain was beyond pleasurable. She knew there were welts in the shape of his fingers across the flesh, but she didn't care. Then he did the strangest thing. He placed the side of his face on one of her burning ass cheeks. Against the heat, his face felt cool, almost soothing.

  Then his finger descended deeper between her legs. “You’re dripping. Just the way I want you.” He moved the digit closer to her clit, but stopped and ventured the opposite way instead. “But you'll be a river soon.”

  She buried her face into the pillow to keep from screaming.

  He slid the soaked fingertip up and down her slit several times and then stopped at the opening of her ass.

  Feather-light kisses dusted across her heated flesh. He spread her cheeks wider. Then the tip of tongue danced around her asshole before slipping away and returning.

  She gasped for air and gripped the sheets.

  Gently he pushed one finger deep inside her ass and another into her pussy, moving both in perfect rhythm to coax the fire. When he pushed the digit in her ass all the way in, she went rigid.

  “I can’t-—hold. Ah—God!”

  His tongue continued to lap at her ass while his fingers rhythmically moved in and out. She squirmed, losing herself in the sensations. She'd never experienced anal play, and he played her like a virtuoso. She hovered on the precipice of no return, controlling every sensation, every movement. Just as he'd said, the puddle beneath her turned into a lake.

  Amy fell headlong into the abyss of utter ecstasy. The orgasm that came almost made her pass out. She came with such force she sprayed...just like a man. He quickly placed a palm over her mouth to mute her screams as her body shuddered and jerked as if in an epileptic seizure.

  Suddenly his face was between her legs. He licked every inch of her until she came back to the present.

  With her hair plastered to her face, her body soaked in sweat and come, she wondered whether he was truly trying to kill her by orgasms. But he wasn't done with her yet.

  When the head of his cock teased at the entrance of her ass, her breath caught in her throat. He trailed the crown upward along delicate folds to her labia and stopped just at the hood of her clit. He reversed and skidded up toward her ass. Giving a deep, guttural groan, he pushed inside just a little and withdrew.

  This was another first. She'd never been fucked in the ass before. Still basking from the best orgasm of her life, there was no way he going to top it. He was tenacious, however.

  Inch by gradual inch he pushed inside and pulled out. When the entire length of him filled her completely, she swore she'd stopped breathing. Every movement and thrust of his hips was ecstasy.

  Then he entered her pussy. She clenched tightly around his cock and saturated him. She felt every engorged vein and ridge of his dick as he slid in and out. Her hips rolled and swayed to meet every unhurried plunge he made. She wanted him to go faster, harder, to take control. She forced herself to remember that whatever the client wanted, the client received.

  “Am I hurting you?” he murmured.

  "Don't stop," was all she could muster.

  His arms encircled her and crushed her against him as he maneuvered them to the edge of the bed. He lifted her up as if she weighed nothing more than a drop of water.

  Once she was facing him and positioned on his lap, he guided her ass up and down on his cock, driving into her again and again. Never did his tempo change. Slow, methodical, and fucking amazing!

  Using her legs as support, she gripped his shoulders and attempted to take control. She was nearing the brink of another orgasm, if that was at all possible. Pleasure bubbled in the base of her womb. When she attempted to push her clit into him, she suddenly felt the pad of his thumb graze over the sensitive nub, fleetingly, slowly, just like his thrusts. He dominated everything. And she didn't care.

  “You're not to come. Not yet. Do you understand?”

  Her mind and body reeled. “I-I don't. I can’t—”

  “Listen to my voice."

  Hell, his voice was a sexy as his cock. How was she going to do this? She was too close.

  "Don’t come until I tell you. Don't disappoint me.”

  Every nerve responded. She fought back the urge, the need, the compulsion to explode from the inside out.

  Several more thrusts followed. She grunted from the effort of holding back. She tried to think of something else, even Mother Theresa, but it wasn't working.

  His fingers dug like claws into her flesh. She'd have bruises there tomorrow, but she didn't care. Then she heard those magic words.

  “Come. Come all over me.”

  The words created an internal combustion. She came with a force that rattled her teeth. The walls of her pussy convulsed with such severity, she screamed at the top of her lungs. Without realizing, she clung to him, kissing him in wild abandon. He reciprocated with identical passion. His moans of pleasure travelled straight to her over-sensitive clit. Then he threw back his head and howled a deafening, deep-throated growl that made her pray the rest of the hotel couldn't hear them.

  The throbbing of his cock as he ejaculated sent Amy over the edge again. She’d never experienced a multi-orgasm. Tonight had been a first for so many things. Waves of pleasure detonated through her as she milked him dry.

  Seconds, minutes, maybe an hour passed, she didn't know or care. Time had stopped. Hanging limp in his arms and trying to catch her breath, realization at what she’d done smacked her straight between the eyes. She attempted to move off his lap, but he held her fast and slipped the blindfold off.

  “For being new at this you're certainly adept,” he said in between gasps of air.

  His hot breath against her neck sent ripples of pins and needles to swirl throughout her spent body. “Sorry,” she said, trying to cool down the heat in her face. How stupid could she be? She’d forgotten the most important rules of the profession. Never allow passion to overcome work ethics, and don't kiss the clients. Patrice had explained that that kind of intimacy opened doors that shouldn't be opened. Plus, one never knew what diseases clients might carry. Always use condoms. That one was a no-brainer. Always se
t an allotted time to do the job. Okay, she might have failed that one just a bit. But the most important one? Never, ever become intimate with the client. She'd sucked big time on that one.

  “Tell me…”

  Her heart jumped at those two simple words. They'd never sound the same to her again. His sweat-soaked bangs hung over his forehead and the urge to push them back was like heroin. Worse, the brilliance of those eyes of his went straight into her.

  “…how are you at taking shorthand?”

  The question slapped her across the face and straightened her right out. “Pardon me?” It took a moment, but she suddenly realized what he was hinting at.

  “You mentioned this was your first time and, well, I could see you were uncomfortable with it all. At least at the beginning. You're amazing.” He offered her a dazzling grin. “I could use your talents. Plus, I wouldn’t mind a little experimentation. Perhaps role reversal next time?”

  Stunned by the ridiculous suggestion, she rolled off his lap. As she bent down to gather her scattered clothes, she vowed there wasn't going to be a next time. She tried to formulate an appropriate answer, hopefully something witty and professional, but that's not what popped out of her mouth. “I took this job to help pay for my education. I’m no secretary-whore.” Biting the inside of her cheek, she struggled with the hooks of her bra.

  His eyes widened a fraction before he leaned back on the bed to watch her dressed.

  From her vantage point, she saw the passion in his gaze hadn't lessened in the least. She dressed faster, wanting out of this hotel room yesterday. She’d never lost control over herself like that. And what she’d done? And said? I sounded like some fifty-cent whore! Her cheeks blistered. Escorts weren’t supposed to enjoy their jobs. And even if they did, it wasn't supposed to matter. She’d lost more than self-control here. With hands shaking, she pulled her hair back and clipped it in place.

  His brow arched. “What are you taking in school?”

  The casual bluntness of his question startled her. With one arm poised in the suit jacket, she turned and faced him. “I’m in my final year of corporate law. And no, this is not my career of choice, nor shall it be,” she added with a sarcastic sniff.