strong jaw was steeled, but his eyes transmitted something else.
“Forgive me.” He dropped his head and reached forward to slip the rubber mat from under her ass and release the butt plug.
His actions felt so cold, so clinical, but when the flesh of her ass hit the fur she couldn’t help but cry out. Her ass, temporarily numbed by that spiky pad, had awoken, burning. Her skin was sensitive, even to the fur, and aware of every hair as it abraded her over-stimulated nerve endings.
He pulled on a rope and the restraints lifted her ass off the surface. Before she could react, his large hands were rubbing her stinging skin with something cooling and soft.
“It’s aloe,” he said. “Does that feel okay? I hurt you. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have fucked you. It was unprofessional.”
Shouldn’t have fucked you? Unprofessional? His words echoed in her mind and stung. She’d let him completely control her, and it meant nothing to him. Of course it didn’t. Regret and humiliation bubbled in her chest, and she tried to morph it into indignation and anger.
“Is this apology part of the act? Because I have to tell you, Jake , this bit of your routine isn’t doing it for me. I got what I wanted. There’s no need to go all mushy and apologize.”
His jaw shifted as his hands continued to rub the salve into her ass, and again she felt the deep burn of desire.
As stupid as she’d been to fall for his act, for thinking—even for an instant—that the sex had been more than his job, this Adonis of a man, with just his clever, clever hands, could still launch rockets inside her.
Leaving her ass hanging, the air cool after the aloe, he released one of her arms and skillfully massaged it. His body was so close, his beautiful dick so near her face. She turned the other way, angry that the sight of him—combined with his hands on her skin—could so easily control her arousal.
She bit down on her tongue. She still wanted to understand why he’d apologized, but pressing him to answer would be a mistake. She’d yielded too much already, and the last thing she needed was pity. It was time to regain control of this situation. If only she could clear the fog in her mind.
Waves of pleasure quaked through her, trailing out from under his hands as they stroked and revived her depleted muscles, muddled her nerve endings, confounded her emotions, negated every attempt at clear-headed thinking.
“Why did you apologize?” The words escaped against her will.
His hands froze. “This was supposed to be about you,” he said softly. “I made it about me.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, and goosebumps cascaded over her skin. Did that mean he’d felt something, too?
No, that was ridiculous. He was simply good at his job. And now that he’d fucked her, he was making her feel special. It was part of the service and probably good for repeat business.
He released her other arm. “I lost control,” he said. “I used you to get myself off. That’s never happened with a client before.”
Warmth and joy infused the pleasure swelling inside her, heightening her building desire. “I didn’t mind.” She closed her eyes, angry that her vulnerable words had escaped and wanting to shield herself from his response.
He moved along the table, close to her body, his hands never leaving her skin, until one reached for the ropes to lower her ass. “It wasn’t professional.”
The word ‘professional’ again. It stung, but she exhaled a ragged breath as the still-burning skin on her ass returned to the fur. She had to remember that no matter what he said, this was business. Which was hard while his hands were stroking the backs of her thighs.
Her sex squeezed. And he could probably see it; she was still spread before him.
“Was your fantasy really fulfilled?” He kissed her inner thigh. “Did you get what you wanted?” He kissed the other.
“Yes.” She bit her lip and opened her eyes as he uncuffed one ankle.
“I’m
“Forgive me.” He dropped his head and reached forward to slip the rubber mat from under her ass and release the butt plug.
His actions felt so cold, so clinical, but when the flesh of her ass hit the fur she couldn’t help but cry out. Her ass, temporarily numbed by that spiky pad, had awoken, burning. Her skin was sensitive, even to the fur, and aware of every hair as it abraded her over-stimulated nerve endings.
He pulled on a rope and the restraints lifted her ass off the surface. Before she could react, his large hands were rubbing her stinging skin with something cooling and soft.
“It’s aloe,” he said. “Does that feel okay? I hurt you. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have fucked you. It was unprofessional.”
Shouldn’t have fucked you? Unprofessional? His words echoed in her mind and stung. She’d let him completely control her, and it meant nothing to him. Of course it didn’t. Regret and humiliation bubbled in her chest, and she tried to morph it into indignation and anger.
“Is this apology part of the act? Because I have to tell you, Jake , this bit of your routine isn’t doing it for me. I got what I wanted. There’s no need to go all mushy and apologize.”
His jaw shifted as his hands continued to rub the salve into her ass, and again she felt the deep burn of desire.
As stupid as she’d been to fall for his act, for thinking—even for an instant—that the sex had been more than his job, this Adonis of a man, with just his clever, clever hands, could still launch rockets inside her.
Leaving her ass hanging, the air cool after the aloe, he released one of her arms and skillfully massaged it. His body was so close, his beautiful dick so near her face. She turned the other way, angry that the sight of him—combined with his hands on her skin—could so easily control her arousal.
She bit down on her tongue. She still wanted to understand why he’d apologized, but pressing him to answer would be a mistake. She’d yielded too much already, and the last thing she needed was pity. It was time to regain control of this situation. If only she could clear the fog in her mind.
Waves of pleasure quaked through her, trailing out from under his hands as they stroked and revived her depleted muscles, muddled her nerve endings, confounded her emotions, negated every attempt at clear-headed thinking.
“Why did you apologize?” The words escaped against her will.
His hands froze. “This was supposed to be about you,” he said softly. “I made it about me.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, and goosebumps cascaded over her skin. Did that mean he’d felt something, too?
No, that was ridiculous. He was simply good at his job. And now that he’d fucked her, he was making her feel special. It was part of the service and probably good for repeat business.
He released her other arm. “I lost control,” he said. “I used you to get myself off. That’s never happened with a client before.”
Warmth and joy infused the pleasure swelling inside her, heightening her building desire. “I didn’t mind.” She closed her eyes, angry that her vulnerable words had escaped and wanting to shield herself from his response.
He moved along the table, close to her body, his hands never leaving her skin, until one reached for the ropes to lower her ass. “It wasn’t professional.”
The word ‘professional’ again. It stung, but she exhaled a ragged breath as the still-burning skin on her ass returned to the fur. She had to remember that no matter what he said, this was business. Which was hard while his hands were stroking the backs of her thighs.
Her sex squeezed. And he could probably see it; she was still spread before him.
“Was your fantasy really fulfilled?” He kissed her inner thigh. “Did you get what you wanted?” He kissed the other.
“Yes.” She bit her lip and opened her eyes as he uncuffed one ankle.
“I’m
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