Chapter 1
The microwave dinged harmoniously as I retrieved my mug from within. Setting it on the countertop, I grabbed a teabag from the box before throwing it into the boiling water. For now, I decided on orange spice—a sweet but sometimes aggressive flavor. Just the way I like them. I wasn’t thinking of the tea of course, but the gentleman that had yet to join me.
The sound of my front door opening, then the bolt being latched along its frame, sent a tremor down my spine. I wasn’t alone.
After checking my tea, I rolled my shoulders back, intently listening to my visitor's padded footsteps as he made his was from the foyer toward my kitchen. On time, same as always.
Save for a purple bra and revealing panties, I was completely exposed. My first client of the afternoon had arrived, and I knew he’d want his usual. Quietly rummaging through a nearby drawer, I retrieved a rubber band and pulled my hair back. Making sure a few tendrils hung close to my face, I knew he’d notice them around the same time he kissed the back of my neck.
He’d claimed he was a lawyer during our first interview, but he never allowed me to see him. In all the weeks he’d been coming to use my services, I’d never turned to face him. This was our arrangement, and so long as the pay was good— better than good —I was more than happy to look the other way.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I felt more than heard his footsteps glide toward me. His feet were obviously bare, his skin on the linoleum floor making a very distinct, but familiar sound. I grasped at the edge of the counter with both hands as he unzipped his jeans, which he then threw to the floor in a single step along with everything else.
Even though I’d never seen him, I imagined he was the kind of man who kept his hair short, but not so much that I didn't have something to run my fingers through. He stood at the far end of the kitchen, and I could almost feel him peering past my skin to the polished, white bone underneath. I whimpered and closed my eyes, anticipating his touch—cool flames against my flushed skin.
I was about to lower the edge of my thong when a strong, tanned arm stopped me. His fingernails were trimmed, free of dirt and debris. It was clear that even if he wasn’t a lawyer, he was certainly a businessman. Most of my other clients weren’t as well kept, or as gentle.
He was the one I looked forward to each day, the one who could fully satisfy me— please me. He guided my hand back to the counter’s surface while removing my undergarments with his free hand. He expertly unclasped my bra—something he never seemed to have trouble with. And much like the laced thong, that too floated to the ground around my feet.
Tentative fingertips caressed my neck as he carefully moved my ponytail out of the way, kissing exposed skin as he went. He paused, pushing that single tendril of hair behind my ear, just as I hoped he would. The small gesture made my breath catch.
Snaking an arm around my waist, he trailed feather-light kisses around my neck and underneath my jaw. And as he went, his lips against my skin became even more desperate.
His closeness and the heat from his skin always did strange things to my blood pressure, and today was no different. The anticipation of knowing what was to come and not getting there fast enough put me on edge. I’d waited all day for this, and he’d make me wait again. God, it was worth it though.
The man had given me a collection of fantasies to choose from when I was alone, and I always came back to this—to what he was doing to me. His lips on my skin. His exhalations warm against the nape of my neck when he kissed it.
The arm around my middle moved, the edges of his fingertips a short breath away from where I wanted them most. I let my head fall back against his chest and closed my eyes. A position he quickly took advantage of. Holding my chin, he made sure I wouldn’t move before pressing his lips to mine. Light.
The microwave dinged harmoniously as I retrieved my mug from within. Setting it on the countertop, I grabbed a teabag from the box before throwing it into the boiling water. For now, I decided on orange spice—a sweet but sometimes aggressive flavor. Just the way I like them. I wasn’t thinking of the tea of course, but the gentleman that had yet to join me.
The sound of my front door opening, then the bolt being latched along its frame, sent a tremor down my spine. I wasn’t alone.
After checking my tea, I rolled my shoulders back, intently listening to my visitor's padded footsteps as he made his was from the foyer toward my kitchen. On time, same as always.
Save for a purple bra and revealing panties, I was completely exposed. My first client of the afternoon had arrived, and I knew he’d want his usual. Quietly rummaging through a nearby drawer, I retrieved a rubber band and pulled my hair back. Making sure a few tendrils hung close to my face, I knew he’d notice them around the same time he kissed the back of my neck.
He’d claimed he was a lawyer during our first interview, but he never allowed me to see him. In all the weeks he’d been coming to use my services, I’d never turned to face him. This was our arrangement, and so long as the pay was good— better than good —I was more than happy to look the other way.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I felt more than heard his footsteps glide toward me. His feet were obviously bare, his skin on the linoleum floor making a very distinct, but familiar sound. I grasped at the edge of the counter with both hands as he unzipped his jeans, which he then threw to the floor in a single step along with everything else.
Even though I’d never seen him, I imagined he was the kind of man who kept his hair short, but not so much that I didn't have something to run my fingers through. He stood at the far end of the kitchen, and I could almost feel him peering past my skin to the polished, white bone underneath. I whimpered and closed my eyes, anticipating his touch—cool flames against my flushed skin.
I was about to lower the edge of my thong when a strong, tanned arm stopped me. His fingernails were trimmed, free of dirt and debris. It was clear that even if he wasn’t a lawyer, he was certainly a businessman. Most of my other clients weren’t as well kept, or as gentle.
He was the one I looked forward to each day, the one who could fully satisfy me— please me. He guided my hand back to the counter’s surface while removing my undergarments with his free hand. He expertly unclasped my bra—something he never seemed to have trouble with. And much like the laced thong, that too floated to the ground around my feet.
Tentative fingertips caressed my neck as he carefully moved my ponytail out of the way, kissing exposed skin as he went. He paused, pushing that single tendril of hair behind my ear, just as I hoped he would. The small gesture made my breath catch.
Snaking an arm around my waist, he trailed feather-light kisses around my neck and underneath my jaw. And as he went, his lips against my skin became even more desperate.
His closeness and the heat from his skin always did strange things to my blood pressure, and today was no different. The anticipation of knowing what was to come and not getting there fast enough put me on edge. I’d waited all day for this, and he’d make me wait again. God, it was worth it though.
The man had given me a collection of fantasies to choose from when I was alone, and I always came back to this—to what he was doing to me. His lips on my skin. His exhalations warm against the nape of my neck when he kissed it.
The arm around my middle moved, the edges of his fingertips a short breath away from where I wanted them most. I let my head fall back against his chest and closed my eyes. A position he quickly took advantage of. Holding my chin, he made sure I wouldn’t move before pressing his lips to mine. Light.
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