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  “I am,” she agreed. “I’ve been with her a long time.”

  I nodded. “What’s the safe word she told you to use tonight if you needed to?”

  “Black,” she replied quickly.

  “Good girl,” I murmured and came close to her. I took a deep breath, taking in the scent of her perfume. I reached out and ran a finger-tip from her collar bone down the exposed cleavage. “I don’t anticipate you having to use it though.”

  I watched her neck move as she swallowed hard. “Take off your clothes but leave on your garter and stockings.” I walked away from her, giving her space to undress, and poured myself a glass of scotch. “And your shoes,” I said absentmindedly. Maybe a drink would take the edge off. I hadn’t been with a woman in months due to work and personal reasons and I was so hard it hurt.

  I turned as I took a drink, savoring the warm liquid as it burned down my throat. I watched like a lion watches its prey as she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She hunched her shoulders slightly forward, letting the top fall and slide down her arms. She tossed it on the floor and put her hands on her hips.

  She stood proudly before me, her breasts high with their tight peaks begging for my mouth. My gaze traveled down her body, stopping at the apex of her thighs. I was pleased to see she was bare down there. One of my favorite things to do was eat pussy, and I loved to bury my face in one that was soft and smooth.

  “You work out,” I stated as I started to walk around her again. I wanted to get a better look at what I had bought for the night now that she was naked. Her ass was tight and round. I wanted to run my hand over it before I bent over and bit it. I couldn’t wait to mark it, making it glowing red with my hand or whatever toy I could find. I adjusted my cock in my pants, squeezing it tight. Maybe I should make her suck me off now so I don’t come too soon. Those red lips would look good wrapped around me.

  “I do work out,” she said, her voice strong and confident. She had no problem with me checking her out; I had a feeling she knew how good she looked.

  “Do you run?” I asked, walking to her front, my eyes searching her green ones. There were flecks of gold in them as she returned my gaze.

  “I run and do yoga,” she said.

  “Nice,” I murmured. “I bet that makes you pretty flexible.”

  “It does,” she replied, grinning at me.

  I didn’t say anything but a million scenarios were going through my head. There were so many things I could do with her if she was as flexible as I hoped she would be. The possibilities were endless.

  While I waited for her earlier, I had planned out how the night was going to go, but now that I saw her, that was out the window. We didn’t have enough time tonight for all of the things I wanted to do to her.

  The extensive sound system over in the corner caught my eye. I gave her a smile and walked over to it. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and found the song I wanted. It wasn’t long before the sounds of “Bloodstream” by Stateless filled the room. I went to a chair nearby and pulled it over until it was in front of her. I sat down and crossed one leg over the other.

  “Dance for me, Violet,” I commanded. There was nothing more sensual than a woman moving her body to the beat of a sexy song. I arched an eyebrow. “For the remainder of the evening, you are to call me sir.”

  “Yes, sir,” she replied, a naughty smile on her face. She turned around, her back to me and started to sway her hips to the music. She stood with her legs apart and bent over, giving me a better glimpse of her bare pussy. Before she closed her legs again, I caught of glimpse of the evidence of her arousal on her pussy lips. Sure, I paid for her and was going to fuck her no matter what, but I loved that she was as turned on as I was.

  She circled her hips and turned around to face me. She cupped her breasts in her hands, teasing the nipples before lowering her body to the floor and spreading her legs again. This time I could see everything and I chewed the inside of my cheek so I didn’t groan when she trailed a finger along her sex. She was getting off on me watching her which was perfect; voyeurism was a strong kink of mine.

  I lifted my hand and made a “come here” motion with my finger. She sashayed her way over to me. Such a sassy minx. I uncrossed my legs and spread them so she could stand between them. I put my hands on her thighs and slid them up until they cupped her breasts. She watched my hands, her eyes darkening with desire as I trapped her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I rolled them slightly, causing her to close her eyes. A soft gasp came from her lips when I pulled on them just a little bit.

  I kept one hand on her breast while I released the other. I touched the inside of her leg near her knee. I brought it up slowly, higher and higher until it rested below her sex. The goose bumps raised on her flesh and she made a sound in her throat when I stopped. I released her other breast and leaned in, blowing gently on her pussy lips.

  “Sir,” she pleaded, putting her hand on my shoulder for support.

  I looked up at her. “There’s no coming without permission, is that understood, Violet?”

  She nodded and I pinched the skin of her upper thigh slightly. “Say it!” I commanded, my voice stern.

  “Yes, sir,” she quickly replied. I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the flesh I had pinched. I was dangerously close to her swollen clit, but there was no way I was going to give in and let her come already; not when it had been so long since I had been with a woman.

  I was quickly learning Violet was going to be more fun than most escorts I had been with. She was either a really good actress or she clearly loved what she did. She was probably used to men lusting after her and getting her way more often than not. That wasn’t going to be the case with me. I liked my women submissive in the bedroom and I was going to enjoy breaking Violet very much.

  I removed my hands from her and sat back in my chair. Her cheeks and chest were flushed with excitement. I watched her chest move with her increased breathing. “Get on your knees,” I commanded.

  Her eyes widened and I tried not to smile. For a brief moment she seemed to hesitate, but I let it pass. She dropped to her knees in front of me.

  “Undo my pants and suck my cock,” I said crudely.

  Chapter Three

  Violet

  I was no stranger to powerful men; I was with them all the time. But when I was with them, they didn’t want me to be powerful. Sure, Leslie had clients that wanted to dominate a girl—tie them up, etcetera, but she never sent me to those men. She sent me to the ones that wanted to give up their power, even if only for a night. I was the one that usually took charge, giving them a break from having to make more decisions.

  I wasn’t used to men like Deacon who wanted me to call them sir and had me ask for permission to come. I definitely didn’t like being told what to do. I was a strong, independent woman, so tonight might be more difficult than I had originally thought, despite the fact that Deacon dripped sex.

  That’s what I kept telling myself in my head anyway, but my body was telling another story. I was dripping wet and when he got near my pussy, I was so ready for him to take me. The way he was so sure of himself and so confident was a major aphrodisiac that my body responded to.

  I hesitated for a second when he told me to suck his cock. Then I remembered Leslie almost pleading with me to make sure tonight went well and I dropped to my knees. She had done so much for me that I could handle being submissive for one night if it helped her out.

  I reached for his belt and undid it quickly before unbuttoning his pants. I brought the zipper down slowly, teasing him a little bit by taking my time. I reached into his boxer briefs and gasped when my hand encircled his hot, hard cock.

  “Pull it out,” he said hoarsely, looking down at me with eyes blazing with desire.

  I freed it from the tight confines of his clothes, noticing the drop of pre-cum already formed at the tip. I’d seen a lot of cocks in my career and his was probably one of the largest. My pussy clenched at the thought of him f
illing me with it; big ones didn’t scare me, they only made me hotter.

  “Lick off the pre-cum,” he commanded and I leaned over, my eyes still on his while my tongue darted out of my mouth and swirled over him. I gathered it on my tongue, savoring his salty taste before taking him into my mouth. He leaned his head back against the chair and groaned. I tried not to smile around him, but this was one of my favorite things about giving head; the guy was totally under your spell and you had him at your mercy. There was no greater power trip than giving a man a blow job.

  I worked him with my tongue, mouth, and hands, stopping to suck his balls into his mouth. He gripped the arms of the chair so tight when I did that, I could see the whites of his knuckles. His breathing was erratic now and from the way he had swollen even bigger in my mouth, I knew he was going to come soon. I took him deeper, opening my throat and moving down his shaft until my nose was buried in his crotch.

  “Fuck yeah,” he groaned and put his hands in my hair. He wrapped his hands around it and started thrusting in and out of my mouth. I let him use me, fucking my mouth while my tongue would tease his shaft when I could. The wet sounds of him in my mouth filled the room and I kept my tongue flat to tease him. My hand moved between his legs, massaging his tight balls at the same time.

  He lifted his head and looked down at me, his eyes blazing with lust. “I’m going to come in that gorgeous mouth of yours, Violet.” He pushed my head down and my eyes watered, fighting back my gag reflex as he hit the back of my throat with his thrusts. His hips moved up off of the chair one more time before he released deep in my throat. He let out a harsh breath and moaned, his body jerking as he pulsed in my mouth.

  I sucked him until I got every last drop. He was still hard in my mouth, but he pulled me up off of my knees and onto his lap. “Fuck, that was amazing,” he said, reaching up and smearing a drop still on my lip with his thumb. “Now that that’s out of the way, I can enjoy you properly.” He smiled and cupped my breast, teasing the nipple with the pad of his thumb until I was almost squirming on his lap.

  “Stand up,” he said. I got up and stood before him. He stood up too and walked over to the bed. “See that tie over there?” He nodded to a table by the door. “Go get it and bring it back over here. Then get up on the bed with it.”

  I walked over to the table, swaying my hips as I went. I knew he was watching me and I intended to give him quite a show. I plucked the tie off of the table and turned to him, a sweet smile on my lips. I went back to the bed, climbing on in such a way he had a good view of my ass and glistening sex. I faced him and knelt on the bed, holding the tie in my hand.

  “Good girl,” he muttered as he took off his shirt, revealing several tattoos on his upper arms and chest. I didn’t get a good look at them, distracted by his muscular chest and six pack. Damn, this man was perfect.

  He removed his pants and pulled down his boxers the rest of the way. His erection was hard against his stomach already, despite having recently come in my mouth. I drank him in while he stood before completely naked. He was all muscle, with not an ounce of fat on him.

  He held out his hand. “Give me the tie.”

  “Yes, sir,” I said softly, noticing the flash in his eyes as I reached over and handed him the tie.

  “Thank you,” he replied, clutching it in his hand. “Now lie back on the bed and put your hands above your head.”

  My heart started to race when I finally figured out what he was going to do with the tie; I should have guessed sooner. I did as he said, slowly putting my hands over my head on the pillow. He watched me the whole time and I thought I saw his cock twitch when I was settled and on display before him.

  He got on the bed and straddled my chest so his cock was near my mouth. “I’m going to tie you up now, Violet. Is that okay?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said, my voice breathy with excitement and a little fear. I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me; Leslie wouldn’t have sent me to him if she thought he would. Being helpless and at his mercy was sexy as hell.

  He took one of my wrists in his hand before grabbing the other. He put them in one hand and wrapped the tie around them before knotting it. I pulled on it slightly. It was strong enough that I wouldn’t be able to get free but it didn’t cut off any circulation; he clearly had done this before.

  When he was satisfied with his work, he climbed off of me and I immediately missed the feel of his weight on me. He leaned back on his heels and ran a hand from my neck, down between my breasts and along the flat of my stomach. He stopped, not going anywhere near the center of my thighs where I so badly wanted him to.

  “Patience, Violet,” he scolded, but a smile played on his lips. “You’re so gorgeous tied up and helpless.” He fisted his erection. “I want to get you back to my place so I can do all sort of deliciously naughty things to you, but this will have to do today.” My mind started to race at all of the possibilities. What was back at his place?

  He dove between my legs, making me forget all about what he said. “You may come whenever you want while I lick your pussy.”

  I nodded and my breath hitched in my throat. My body was wound so tight and had been since I first laid eyes on him. I was thankful he was finally granting me release. I glanced up at my tied up hands, frustrated; I wanted to reach down and thread my fingers through his dark hair. I couldn’t hold his mouth against me tied up like this.

  He must have been over the teasing as well, licking and sucking at my pussy lips until I was grinding my hips hard against his face. Before I knew it, he had his tongue on my clit, two fingers inside me, and the tip of his pinky teasing my tight little bud. I loved anal play and it was something my clients appreciated. So many of them were married to women that didn’t let them anywhere near there, but with me, they could lick it, suck it, and fuck it as much as they wanted to.

  “Let it go, Violet. I want to feel you come on my fingers,” he murmured into me before sucking my sensitive nub into his mouth. My back bowed off the bed and I cried out as I tumbled over the edge of pleasure. My body was shaking beneath him and I was wantonly riding his face through my climax. He never stopped what he was doing though, holding onto me until the last tremor shook through me.

  He pulled his fingers from me and kissed the inside of my thigh before moving seductively up my body. He wiped the hair from my sweaty forehead. “You’re so responsive.” He leaned down and kissed me, letting me taste my juices on his lips. “I love that,” he said. His erection was straining on the inside of my thigh. “I was going to eat you out until you begged me to fuck you, but I need to be inside that tight cunt.”

  I shivered beneath him. God, I loved his filthy mouth.

  He rolled off of me and found his pants next to the bed. He pulled out his wallet and removed a few condoms from it. He set them next to the bed. “I plan on using all of these with you, if not more tonight,” he winked at me. “You might not be able to walk tomorrow. I hope you don’t have any other clients this weekend.”

  He tore open a package with his teeth and I watched as he rolled it down his shaft. I squeezed my thighs together, craving the feel of him between my legs again. I couldn’t wait for him to be inside me, to fill me completely.

  When he was done, he put his hands on my waist and flipped me over. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up on my knees, my elbows resting on the bed and my tied hands in front of me. He ran his hands over my ass. “Your ass is amazing,” he mumbled before he smacked it. I cried out from the sting and looked back at him over my shoulder.

  He positioned his cock at my entrance, teasing me. I moaned and pushed my hips back. He pulled back so I couldn’t feel him anymore. “Don’t be so eager.” He touched my back again and slapped my other ass cheek. He smoothed his hand over the hot, stinging flesh. “I plan to fuck you many times tonight. Trust me when I say you will be going home very satisfied.”

  Without warning, he rammed his cock into me. I moved up on the bed from the force of his movement, almost face planting into
the mattress. He dug his fingers into my hips and I had no doubt there would be bruises there tomorrow. He hovered over me, his lips near my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, Violet, like no one has ever fucked you before. You’ll remember how I feel inside you for days.”

  Chapter Four

  Deacon

  I never lose control, but this woman had me dangerously close to the edge.

  The way she responded when I smacked her ass, whimpering and pushing back onto me like she wanted more, almost had me coming right then. Sexy wasn’t even the word to describe her. When I finally buried myself inside her, she felt fucking amazing. She trembled every time I talked dirty to her and I wasn’t about to stop. There were so many more filthy things I was going to whisper in her ear.

  My hands were on her hips and I let out a growl before I started sliding in and out of her ferociously. She unleashed some kind of animal deep inside me that wouldn’t be satisfied until I made her mine. She moaned with each thrust, holding onto the bed the best she could even though her hands were tied. Sweat was dripping from my forehead as I reached up and grabbed her hair, fisting it in my hand and pulling her back onto me while I fucked her.

  “I bet no other client fucks you like this,” I said, pulling on her hair a little harder.

  “No, sir,” she managed to utter between my thrusts.

  “Good. I want you to think of me while those other assholes fuck you,” I said, gritting my teeth as the sounds of my balls slapping against her ass filled the air. “I want you to think about how no one is as good as me.”

  I let go of her hair and reached around to finger her clit. It was swollen and she was dripping wet; exactly how I always wanted her. I made a mental note to send Leslie some sort of gift for choosing Violet. She owed me, but she definitely went above and beyond this time.

  Violet let out a deep moan as I teased her swollen nub. “Please, sir,” she said, turning her head so her forehead was pressed against the bed. “Please may I come?” she pleaded, her voice muffled.