Chapter Thirteen
I let my forehead rest against the painted red surface of the door, an attack of conscience rendering me momentarily immobile.
It felt comfortingly cool under my skin.
If there was anybody walking by, God only knows what they would think I was doing.
I couldn’t bring myself to care. It was dark. Hopefully, they wouldn’t notice me.
I knew I shouldn’t be there. I’d lied to Georgia, claiming I was going to visit my brother.
We always told each other everything. Part of me had wanted to confess.
But, I knew if she’d had even the slightest inkling of where I was going, she wouldn’t have held back on voicing her opinion.
What would have been worse, was that everything she would have said, would have been correct.
I would have had to listen to her telling me that I was far too emotionally involved; that I needed to concentrate on real life; that there wasn’t anything at the moment that I desperately needed the money for.
Above all else, she would have pointed out that I was risking my budding relationship with Justin, and for what, a man I didn’t know the first thing about.
I knew I would have listened to all of that and then I would have gone anyway.
I hadn’t seen Justin since the other night when he’d run out on me.
He’d called the next day, acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
I’d been left even more confused, unsure whether to broach the subject or not.
In the end, I’d left it too long, and we’d arranged our next date and said our goodbyes without me having taken the opportunity to question his rapid exit.
Did his strange behavior make it okay that I was about to have sex with another man for money?
Of course, it didn’t. Not even close. Hence, the attack of conscience.
In my mind, I envisioned a scenario where I simply turned around and walked away from the red door.
On the way home, I called Tom, I told him I was done and nothing he could say would change my mind.
I told him that I wasn’t just done with Tuesday nights but with escorting as a whole.
At home, I sat on the sofa with Georgia, and we shared ice cream and called Benedict names.
Then, I rang Justin. We flirted and joked with each other, and I didn’t feel guilty because I hadn’t done anything wrong.
I levered my head away from the door, already missing the feel of its calming coolness against my flustered skin.
I took a step back, then I pulled on the handle and walked in.
Who was I trying to kid? The strange call of the mystery man in the bedroom, the one who was about to play me like a violin, was far too strong to deny.
I picked up both envelopes, shoving both into my jeans pocket and took the stairs two at a time, deliberately avoiding the one that creaked.
I didn’t even pause at the top of the stairs, entering the bedroom straight away.
I never got used to the darkness, no matter how many times I experienced it.
My hands went straight to the buttons on my shirt, undoing three before the door had fully closed “Hi.”
No response. But, that was another thing I’d gotten used to.
I knew he was there. I could feel his presence.
Working on the rest of my clothes, I carried on regardless, wanting to fill the silence with something more reassuring, even if it was only my own rambling conversation.
“I don’t know why you changed your mind about canceling.
But, I’m glad you did. I’m probably not supposed to admit that.
And you probably think I’m just saying that. But, anyway it’s true.”
Naked, I left my clothes in the usual pile, taking the usual sequence of faltering steps over to the bed.
“Faceup, or facedown?” Silence met my question.
I climbed onto the bed. “Facedown then.” Something was different.
I nestled my face into the pillow, trying to place what it was.
The pillow smelled of a different cologne.
I pulled a face. Whatever it was, was nowhere near as pleasant.
Perhaps it was as well though, I didn’t need a reminder of Justin. Not here.
The bed dipped signaling I was no longer alone on it. I turned my head to the side to ensure my voice wasn’t muffled. “Hi, Jay. You’re even less talkative than usual. Are you okay?”
Still no response. I waited for him to say or do something, or for anything to happen at all. Still nothing. I closed my eyes. “Listen, Jay. Just a warning but I’m going to fall asleep on you soon if we don’t get going. All this silence…you’re starting to worry me.”
His hand touched my back. It felt like there was a slight tremble.
What the hell was going on with him? I shifted slightly.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.
I can leave. I’ll leave the money. I don’t—” Something landed next to me on the pillow.
I groped blindly until my fingers closed around whatever it was.
Handcuffs. Not the same ones as last time though.
These ones were furry. I laughed. “Oh, we’ve upgraded.
I presume that means you want me to stay.
” I turned over and reached out to the left, feeling for the nightstand.
“I’m going to hold the key again, if that’s alright?
It just makes me feel better. I know it’s stupid.
It’s not like the key is even that far away from me, but—”
The man still hadn’t said a word. It seemed the less he said, the more I spoke to fill the silence.
I’d found the key. I held it in my hand, fastening one of the cuffs around my wrist with my hands in front of me.
I hoped it would prove more comfortable than the last time.
With the fur, the handcuffs felt softer, more padded.
Perhaps, they wouldn’t cut into my skin as much.
My wrists still bore the marks from the first pair.
They’d faded, but they were definitely still there.
“You need to fasten the other one.” Hands immediately moved to do that, the resulting click echoing in the otherwise silent room.
I settled back on the pillow, automatically spreading my legs, nervous anticipation turning my limbs to jelly.
My cock was already swelling in anticipation of whatever he had planned.
Each time, it had been slightly different.
The edge of uneasiness just seemed to make the inevitable orgasm that much more intense.
I made a deliberate effort to try and slow my breathing as I waited.
He pushed my legs up, at the same time as pulling my ass cheeks apart.
I jumped as I felt—God, was that his tongue?
My handcuffed fingers sought for something to grab on to.
“Oh God! I can’t believe…that feels…oh God.
” The feeling only got better as he used every trick in the book to tease, torment, and stimulate my over-sensitized hole.
I’d been rimmed before, but not for this long, and certainly not this expertly.
It didn’t take long to feel like I was on the brink of orgasm, my ass pushing against the phantom tongue, my hips desperately seeking some much-needed friction for my cock.
I writhed on the bed, the sensation not quite enough for me to come. “Please, Jay. I need…please.”
Suddenly, the tongue was gone, and there was absolute stillness. I lay there panting, trying to
work out what was going on. Had my begging put him off? Should I apologize?
Seconds ticked by, then a creak of the bed followed by the familiar sound of the nightstand drawer opening.
I sighed with relief, desperate to have him inside of me.
I didn’t have to wait long. The bed creaked again as he moved into position, his hands moving to grasp my thighs.
Seconds later, I cried out. The blunt intrusion pushing against me momentarily before sinking into me as easily as a knife through butter.
The first few thrusts were frustratingly slow and gentle.
I pushed my hips forward, desperate for more, my hands straining within the confines of the handcuffs.
I had no idea why he’d suddenly decided to start treating me like a piece of delicate bone china, but it wasn’t what I needed. “Jay…harder…faster…deeper…please.”
He stopped altogether, his cock halfway in.
It was the complete opposite of what I’d just asked for.
I wondered what was going through his head.
What was with all these pauses? What was with the absolute refusal to speak?
He hadn’t said a single word since I’d arrived.
I cast around for the right thing to say.
Hard to do when your ass is stretched around a large cock, and your own is throbbing; fit to burst. Then finally, he moved.
I almost sobbed with pleasure when he almost withdrew completely before slamming back in, the deep thrust grazing my prostate.
For the next few minutes, I took every thrust, no matter how hard or deep, without complaint. After all, it was what I’d asked for.
The darkness became filled with the dual sound of our ragged breathing. A sudden hitch in his, made it clear he was close. I panicked, trying to move my handcuffed hands into a position where I could stroke my own cock. It proved impossible. “Jay. I need…please.”
How he knew what I was asking for, I had no idea, but a hand immediately let go of its grip on my thigh to wrap firmly around my cock.
A few strokes later and I was flying, waves of pleasure crashing over my body.
His body pressed against mine. He gave one last deep thrust and then shuddered against me, his cry loud enough that the neighbors must have heard.