Chapter 5 #2
“It’s felt on our side too,” Rory confirms which is nice to hear actually.
I had always assumed my clients liked it this way.
No questions, no-strings-attached job bookings.
I can feel the warm glow of the champagne hitting my bloodstream as I lower my professional guard and try to give in to the allure of what feels more like a date than a work commitment.
How can it not? I am in the company of a sophisticated, attractive man in his thirties who wants to share a view and a glass of champagne with me.
I’ve been around a lot of men and clients but Rory knows I will always apply for his jobs if I see them.
I’m pretty sure I am the only playmate he chooses each month but I don’t know for sure so I ask him.
“May I ask, do you post any jobs other than the electro play ones?”
“No.”
“Why not?” I can’t help myself, let’s blame it on the champagne.
“It’s my thing, my kink. I have considered trying something new, but the thought of playing with your body in such a way, nothing ever feels even close to inviting.”
“That’s fair. What about if it were a partner’s kink, would you try that?”
“Absolutely. What is your kink Sophie?” Rory’s direct question makes me blush.
“Well, I always take your jobs,” I say coyly.
“And…” he prompts.
“I enjoy being dominated. But you know that already. I think that is my number one. I think you are asking the wrong person. I have many kinks, I don’t think I would be a very good playmate if I didn’t. I am game for a lot of things.”
“You are, but I am the lucky one, that you choose to always apply for my kink jobs.”
“It’s not just the kink,” I say way too boldly—now I know the bubbles are going to my head.
I look at my glass in surprise to see it’s almost empty along with Rory’s.
I will be the first to admit I have my favourite clients.
Jobs I can guess are theirs by their wording, those are the ones I always apply for.
Luckily for me, I’m always chosen for the ones I apply for.
And I try not to miss my favourites too.
Then I follow up with another question. “Does anyone else apply for your jobs, do you play with any other playmates?”
“Occasionally another playmate applies for my listed jobs, but I only ever choose you,” he answers simply.
“Really?” I ask in disbelief.
“Really.”
“But there are so many playmates.”
“No one comes close to you Sophie, let me show you.” Rory reaches for my empty glass and places it on the floor by his feet, he reaches for my hand again and begins to stand, taking me along with him.
“Stay here,” he tells me and walks over to the dining table.
He picks up a chair, and brings it over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and places it down.
I can see out the window clear as day. I know anyone who would look up at this window or from the surrounding buildings would be able to see us too.
His face changes into a devious grin that pulls up his cheekbones and crinkles his eyes mischievously as he crooks his pointer finger in a ‘come here’ motion.
I’m enchanted by the cheeky glint in his eyes that promises all kinds of pain and pleasure on display for anyone to see if they look.
The thought of voyeurs runs a shiver down my spine. What is Rory going to do?
I don’t need to wait long. He pulls out a blindfold and for a moment I’m sad to not be able to watch him but Rory never lets me watch, that is the fun of the job, never knowing where he is lingering.
He moves behind me and tentatively gathers my hair and ties a hairband around my long auburn locks, his movements feeling unpracticed as he tries clumsily to feed my hair through the band until he’s happy my hair is tucked away.
I stand still, looking out to sea but not seeing, I am watching the reflection of Rory in the glass.
When my hair is tied back, he reaches over my head and places the mask over my eyes and my world goes dark.
I’m left to my other senses and they tell me he’s standing very close to me.
His fingers find the zip at the top of my dress just below my neck and he begins to drag it down slowly, exposing my back to him until it finishes at the base of my spine.
Then I feel his fingers glide over my shoulders to push the sleeves of my dress down my arms so that it falls to the floor.
I stand braless in my heels and thong with Rory pressed in close behind me.
I can already feel the size of his erection dig into my bottom as I hear his breathy whisper close to my ear, “Are you ready for me to play with you now?” His gravelly voice makes the hairs on my arms stand up.
I nod and manage to part my lips to utter a quiet, yes, wondering what our new normal is going to be.
I know my fingers feel twitchy at the sides of my body so for once I decide to follow my gut and reach them behind me and slide them behind his bottom to hold his body to mine and enjoy this delicious moment of his body pressed up against mine, forgetting I’m paid to be here because right now, I would choose to be here, without the money and that is an unusual feeling for me.
Rory groans out my name, “Sophie,” which sets aflight thousands of butterflies in my stomach.
My hands squeeze into the meaty flesh of his bottom making me wish there wasn’t the fabric of his trousers between us.
I feel Rory’s mouth at the side of my neck, his teeth sinking into me as I melt into his lips touching me for the first time ever.
His teeth bare down on me, pushing into my sensitive skin and into the muscle of my neck but they don’t break the skin.
Strangely, I would gladly let him bite me as hard as he wants because suddenly my clit is sparking and asking for more of what he is offering.
He pulls away suddenly, as if catching himself.
“I mustn’t mark you,” he mutters, his voice tempered with annoyance towards himself.
I can’t see the look on his face, but I can sense it from his tone.
“Wait,” I say with urgency, “I like feeling your teeth on my body. I won’t tell if you won’t,” I promise knowing the rules of the Clarendon must be running through his mind right now.
Members are not allowed to break the skin or leave a permanent mark on our bodies and certainly not without explicit negotiation ahead of time.
And no one has ever asked me. But the thought of Rory leaving his mark sets my clit to flutter once more.
“I can’t mark your perfect skin,” he whispers from behind me as my hand clings onto the fabric I managed to grasp to stop him from pulling away.
“What about if it was in a place where no one could see?”
“I can’t do that.”
“If I give you permission you could.” Silence fills the room as the statement hangs between us.
Then I feel him gently peel my fingers from his shirt, walking around to stand in front of me and bringing my hand up to meet his lips.
He places a kiss on every knuckle that feels slow and savouring.
He then runs his hand up my arm to my shoulder and then up my neck where his lips just were, I feel his thumb caress the spot where his teeth have likely left their fading mark, the pad of this thumb pressing down slightly to feel the indents of his teeth.
“Oh, I want to,” I feel his words on my lips as his mouth descends onto mine for the first time, the hand around my neck holds me to him and I open for him.
My lips move of their own accord, matching his rhythm and feeling their softness against my own.
When his tongue enters my mouth, seeking my own, I tentatively allow mine to tangle with his, tasting him, sending waves of desire to ricochet down my body, pooling between my legs.
Rory begins kissing me with what feels like years of pent up yearning.
Opening his mouth wider, his teeth begin to clash with mine as he sucks the air from my lungs and consumes me in one wild kiss.
I grab onto his body to keep myself steady as my knees wobble from his all-consuming kiss.
His kiss becomes hungrier the longer his tongue laps with my own.
I need to breathe and am forced to tear my lips away, panting as my heart pounds in my chest and my lungs fill with air.
His lips are back on mine, both hands around my face, holding me to him, devouring me.
For a moment, I forget where I am, I forget about my job and the reason I am there, I forget my own name.
There is nothing in this world except the way Rory is making me feel in this very instant, hot and needy, ready to consume him like he’s doing to me.
There are no other thoughts in my head except the way his tongue feels against mine, his lips locked to mine, my body yearning for only one thing: him inside of me. I need him inside of me.
I have no sense of time as Rory kisses me senseless, my breasts pushed against his chest, my nipples brushing against the fabric of his polo shirt, my hands tight around his waist. Rory breaks free only to move his lips down my neck, kissing a path down my chest before pulling away entirely and making my hands fall away to my sides.
My lips vibrate with the loss of his. I can no longer feel him close to me.
I break out of the spell to sieve through my mushy mind, wondering where my clarity has gone.
I feel the air move around me, and then feel the chair Rory brought over earlier brush the backs of my legs.
Then I feel fingers at my hips and the elastic of my lace thong becomes taut as it’s tugged down my hips and guided to the floor.