CHAPTER 9
I wake to the sound of a klaxon from Hell.
Yeah.
It is that loud and that obnoxious.
When I finally peel myself off the ceiling — okay, not really, I’m not a cat, but I feel as jumpy as one — I realize it’s Michael’s cell phone. The one he gave me. I’d taken it off vibrate but never thought to check the volume of the ringer.
Big mistake.
Jeesh, this thing is loud and still ringing. I better answer it. I don’t want to keep my new boss waiting.
Early morning sunlight streams in through my bedroom window, and I squint in pained submission to the new day as I grope on my nightstand for the damned thing. I need to make it shut up, like now.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Kim,” Michael’s voice purrs out and through me like honey. “Did I catch you in the middle of something?”
The way he asks makes me think he’s referring to some sort of self pleasure, and heat rises in my cheeks. “No! Oh, no… I just…” Hell, there’s no point in explaining, so I try cutting to the chase instead. “What can I do for you?”
“I’ve lined up a job for us.” His tone has changed. No more teasing, he’s all business. “A regular of mine. Eight p.m. and I’ll text you the address. No special instructions, but don’t be late. Gas is on me, don’t forget to get a receipt. Any questions?”
“No, no, everything is clear. I’ll wait for the text from you. Thank you.” I feel awkward. The real job is about to start. A complete stranger will watch me have sex with someone I hardly know at all. This isn’t a trial run like with Jack. This is the job. Life is weird.
“Good, then I’ll see you at eight.”
I don’t bother saying anything more; he’s already hung up.
I’m nervous and start getting ready much earlier than I need to. In the end, this works out for me because after showering and trying on a few outfits, I start sweating and need another shower. There’s a knot of worms growing in my stomach. I’m not hungry for dinner but worried that my stomach will start growling in the middle of our session, I manage to force down some yogurt and an apple. I put a granola bar in my bag for just in case.
Finally, it’s time to leave. “Sooner there, sooner done,” I say to myself, then realize it’s the wrong attitude. Instead, I think about how damn sexy Michael is, and how he can get me to orgasm practically by just looking at me. This makes me smile, and for the moment at least, calms me down.
I brush my teeth, take one last look in the mirror, grumble about the weight I need to lose, and off I go.
Michael greets me at the hotel room door when I arrive and places a chaste kiss on my lips. “Nice to see you again, Kim, and right on time. Good.”
He smiles at me, and my knees start to shake. “So, um…” Great, I’ve lost the ability to speak. He’s going to think I’m some sort of devolved ape woman.
Fortunately, he interrupts my less than stellar attempt at conversation. “The voyeur will be here in thirty minutes. As I mentioned, he’s a regular, and he already knows you’re new. He’s easy going and laid back so just relax. In fact…” he looks at me with a mischievous grin and steps closer, “would you like to warm up before he arrives?”
“Uh, warm up?” Maybe he saw my knees shaking. “I’m not cold.”
Michael laughs, and I don’t know what he finds so funny until, in a blur of raw, masculine dominance, he grabs me and pulls me into his embrace, capturing my lips with his. I start to drown in his kiss and actually think I might faint.
What is wrong with me? I’m not some starry-eyed teenager.
“Warm up like this,” he breathes against my ear.
“Oh,” is all I can think to say.
I’m a dope.
A clueless dope.
Jeesh.
I’m wearing shorts and a V-neck t-shirt, and his hands are underneath both, grabbing my ass and teasing my nipple over my bra while his tongue pushes past my teeth to probe hard into my mouth. Yeah, I definitely like his way of warming up.
I could get used to this.
Until the spell is broken and he reminds me that this is a job and it’s almost showtime.
“He’ll be here soon,” Michael says, slapping my ass then breaking away from me. “As I said when we went over the rules, you’ll be fully undressed, but you can be in any position you choose. Time to decide.” He pauses and looks at me with dark, smoldering, unreadable eyes that sends shock waves straight to my core. “And to undress.”
“I, um.” I swallow hard and try again. I’m lightheaded from his touch, and the knot of worms in my belly has reappeared. “Okay, I’ll…” I look around the room. It’s a typical sized hotel room, nothing fancy and not a two-roomed suite. I’m at a loss. I don’t even know what my choices are. I stall by pulling my t-shirt over my head and wriggling out of my shorts.
I’m holding my clothing in my hands and probably looking like a lost kid in a mall when he takes them from me, and in an economy of movement, folds them and hides them away in a dresser drawer.
“Kim…” he says, and I dare not look at him for fear I’ll crumble under his gaze. “You can start by being under the covers in bed.” He speaks softly, and I’m dying inside. I’m screwing this up royally. I don’t want him to start wondering why he hired me in the first place. I nod and hurry into bed and pull the covers up to my chin.
“Kim…” he says again, and his voice is a rumble tied to my clit that causes a delicious throbbing. “Finish undressing. It’s alright to be nervous, but not to be paralyzed. Understand?” I nod as I shimmy out of my panties and bra and hold them out to him with a sheepish smile. They disappear into the drawer with the rest of my clothes. “Remember, we’re here to have a good time and the chair… it’ll be empty, right?”
I nod again and lick my dry lips. Michael is already hard from our “warm-up” and adjusts himself before stripping quickly down to his jockey’s. They’re black and look magnificent against his lean, tanned body. I swallow hard and hold out my arms to him.
“Not yet, but soon.” He smiles, and as if on cue, there’s a knock at the door.
Showtime.
Oh dear god, I’m so nervous. A stranger is about to come into this room and watch me while I’m doing the most private and intimate things with another almost stranger.
What the hell was I thinking? I can’t do this. I can’t. Oh god.
Michael strides to the door, but before he opens it, he turns back to me. “Are you alright?”
I nod, biting my lip, then clear my throat and attempt speech. “I’m… alright.”
“Good.” He nods, then that predatory look comes over his face, and he half growls, “I can’t wait to fuck you, Kim. You’re a wild animal, and I’m going to tame you with the fucking of your life.” He bares his teeth in a semblance of a smile, and my heart skips a beat. I’ve never met a more sexual man, and my body clearly appreciates it. My nipples extend into hardened little nubs, and I grow slick between my legs.
I want him. Oh yeah, I want him.
I start a new mantra in my head.
I can do this. I can do this. I can do this…
And then Michael opens the door.
Who was I kidding? I can’t do this.
I dare a peek at the voyeur, bracing myself for the worst. I don’t know what the worst is but what I see isn’t it. He’s a decent enough looking guy, average, in his thirties maybe, and dressed in slacks and a short sleeved shirt. My heart is racing, and I don’t notice that I’m staring until he winks at me. My mouth drops open, and a wave of nausea hits me.
Michael turns sharply to look at me, a brow raised in an unspoken question. I shake my head at him and fumble with the bed sheet until I’ve managed to wrap it around my body. Then, in a less than stellar show of athleticism, I make a break for the bathroom. Hurtling myself inside, I shut the door and lean back against it, breathing like a fish out of water, my chest heaving with the effort.
I’m humiliated, utterly and completely.
And probably out of a job.
Squeezing my eyes shut against tears that want to escape, I bow my head in defeat. I’m never going to get ahead, and soon, I’ll be homeless.
An eternity passes before I hear a knock at the door.
“Kim, open the door. Are you alright?”
Michael sounds more concerned than angry. I take a deep breath, try to speak. “I can’t… can’t do—”
“We’re alone, Kim. Open the door.”
“A-alone?” In my panic, I’m not sure I understand the meaning of the word.
“Yes, alone. I sent him away. Let me in, or you come out.”
Through a haze of unshed tears, I find the doorknob and twist it open. One on each side of the threshold, and we just stand there, staring at each other.
“Kim…”
I swallow, fearing the worst, but instead, find a smile on his face. A kind one. He’s not laughing at me at all.
“Come here,” he says and takes a step closer, probably realizing that my feet are glued to the floor. Reaching out, he grabs my hand and pulls me hard into his embrace. I crumble against him, breathing deeply of his masculine scent. He’s still naked except for his briefs, and I feel him stir against my stomach, his cock growing as he soothes me.
“Is that all you can think about?” I try to tease in a shaky voice.
He laughs, and in a flash, he’s ripped away the sheet covering my body, his touch against my bare flesh heating me and causing stirrings of my own.
Oh, this man.
I want him with a blinding need unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
I look up at him, lips parted, my hands on his ass, squeezing and pulling him closer to me. I hope he gets the hint.
His lips crash down onto mine, his tongue forcing its way deep into my mouth, with an urgency I do my best to match.
Oh yeah, he took the hint and then ran with it. Thank god.
In a mad rush, Michael practically tosses me over his shoulder and throws me down onto the bed. He follows, landing on top of me, his lips burning a path from my neck to my breasts, teasing with his tongue, licking and nipping as he nudges up one breast and finds the sensitive skin beneath. I shudder and moan, gasping and writhing under him. He licks harder, sucks in triumph at finding a new erogenous zone on me. I try to push him away, the sensation too much for me to bear. He growls, lifting his head to stare intently at me.
“You’re mine, Kim, and I’ll do what I please.” He directs me with his chin. “Put your hands above your head and keep them there.” He waits, watching me, and I do as he says. I’m rewarded with a nod and a sudden spike of delicious pain as he pinches a nipple. “Move them, and I’ll stop. Understand?”
Feverish with need, my body on fire, and already soaked between my legs, I nod and spread my legs wide for him.
He growls as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, pulling up until my breast is lifted, and I feel a cool rush of air on the underside where I’m still wet from his tongue. I whimper as he bites down, still holding my heavy breast up with his lips. It hurts, but in a good way that sends waves of pleasure to my clit.
My hands move of their own accord, and he sees the movement and lets go of my breast. I cry out, more in despair than anything else. He’s testing me, I realize, and put my hands back exactly where they were a moment ago. He grunts and bends his head back to my breast, moving it aside with a hand, his tongue ministering to the sensitive underside again.
I’m lost in sensation as he pinches my nipple and licks while I do everything in my power not to move my hands. It’s harder than I think. I want to put them on his body, roam all over the powerful dips and bulges of his perfect physique.
My finger twitches and his tongue hesitates. With a groan, I again force my hands to still. He licks harder, pinches harder, and before I realize his intentions, the fingers of his other hand are plunging into me, his thumb flicking at my clit. I’m lost to blinding whiteness, an orgasm exploding out of me, lifting me off the mattress and into Michael’s unyielding body. I’m rigid, my body locked in spasms, only marginally aware of his rock like cock boring a hole into my belly.
Slowly, my muscles relax, and I fall back to the bed, spent and gasping but he’s not done with me yet.
Still stroking my clit, he bares his teeth in what I guess is amusement as I jump with every touch. I’m too sensitive and can’t take a second more, but I don’t want him to stop. Pushing away from me, he pulls down his briefs in a single fluid motion and tosses them away before increasing the speed and intensity of his strokes to my hardened bud.
“Ready for me, Kim?” he says in that low masculine tone that almost drives me over the edge. Before I can even think to reply, he thrusts deep into me. I cry out as he pulls almost all the way out before plunging deep into me again… and again. “You can move your hands,” he says, and I wrap my arms around him holding on for dear life, his driving thrusts physically moving me upward. Thank god for a soft headboard.
He pummels me, working like a piston, and I marvel at his flowing muscles, his stamina, the size of his cock as it hilts in me again and again. He never relents, not when I’m crying out, or gasping for breath, or raking my fingernails down his back. I hold on, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts. As deep as he goes, it never seems deep enough. I want… need… crave more.
“Jesus, Kim, oh Jesus,” he grunts. “Come with me… come with me… now.” He thrusts his hand between my legs and pinches hard as he rams into me once more.
I cry out, my muscles locking again, the world again going stark white. I’m floating in space, spasming, out of control. I don’t even know my own name.
I don’t come down for a long time, not when he collapses on me, air heaving in and out of his lungs. Not when his lips again find my nipple, and he sucks gently, or even when he lifts a hand and pushes the hair from my face, caressing my cheek as he does so.
I can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t think, but my lips are turned upward in a smile.