Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Sophie
I roll over in bed and notice two things immediately.
The first is the stickiness between my legs.
The second is the plug still buried inside my arse.
I begin to wonder if I had a wet dream when I feel my breast exposed and realise I cannot feel my panties.
What the actual…? I gingerly sit up, careful not to jostle the plug too much but see the cut fabric of what I was wearing to bed.
Panic begins to set in before I start to remember the gentle touch of Mack, how he held me to him and made love to me from behind, curled around my body like a big spoon.
A shudder runs down my spine as I remember Mack between my legs and how utterly right it felt.
He broke his own rule to visit me last night.
He told me to keep it a secret. That’s all I remember of our remarkable tryst together.
I’ve never had someone make love to me in the night, I could never imagine not being fully awake to take part and join in.
But all this time I’ve been missing out on that lazy, sleepy orgasm I never knew I needed.
I kick myself at never applying for the somnophilia jobs, I never understood why anyone would want to do it.
I’ve done plenty of things at the Clarendon, but having a stranger have sex with my sleepy body was a hard no until now.
I’m such an idiot, I chastise myself. But at least now I know.
Is it too late now? Would Mack allow me to take the somno job I always see when I check the Amber job board or does he want to keep me to himself and his friend?
I don’t know whether I should ask him or not.
But he knows where I work, what I do. He knows I take jobs, why wouldn’t he expect me to take one next week?
But do I want to sleep with someone else now that I’ve had a taste of him?
How the hell did he even get into my apartment?
I know I should be alarmed, but when it felt so amazing, I can’t feel anything else except gratitude that he did get in.
I get up, finding my ruined top and panties hanging from one side of my body.
Luckily for Mack, it was a warm evening and I wore the bare minimum to bed last night.
I need to reconsider what I wear to bed if he is going to make a special appearance.
I wash my face and use the toilet which feels all kinds of weird with the plug in and then I remember his words, “Our secret.” I wonder if he means to tell no one or that he won’t mention it.
I guess there is only one way to find out.
When I load the software I don’t see the green light next to his initials, but I lower to my knees and wait.
He was a busy boy last night, he is likely still sound asleep.
I love starting my day in this way. The anticipation of seeing him, the way my body heats and reacts to his every word.
I wonder if there is an alarm that is triggered when I log on because it isn’t long before Mack fills the screen in his usual attire of just track pants and his mask.
I wish I could see his face, to see the man who made love to me last night in the early hours of the morning.
“Good morning, Baby,” he grins sleepily which confirms my assumption there is an alarm attached to his side of the software.
“Late night, Master?” I purr and am rewarded with a slow and easy smile as he runs his hand through his hair.
“You could say that,” Mack replies.
“Wanna tell me about it?” I ask innocently.
“Oh I think you know what you do to me.”
“And you know exactly what you’re doing to me,” I say as the memories of last night play back in my mind.
“Show me,” he demands as if his brain is finally waking up to our evening foray before our nighttime foray.
I know what he means so I slowly move onto my hands and knees and crawl around so that my arse is in the air for him to see how good I’ve been.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he breathes out. “Take it out.”
I take a deep breath, I know exactly what he can see on screen and heat pools between my legs.
Apparently watching it go in last night wasn’t enough, he needs to see it leave my body too.
I reach my hand behind me, my fingers finding the base of the plug and I gently twist the plug, teasing myself and Mack, then I brace myself and begin the slow and burning stretch of pulling it out, inch by tiny inch as my arsehole stretches around the largest width of the bulb until it pops out and I’m empty.
I turn and am rewarded by seeing Mack holding himself in his hand.
I smile at the sight of him, the warm heat of my arousal spreading through my body.
“I love to see you like this,” I say hoarsely.
“I would love it even more if you could run your tongue up and down it, Baby,” he replies, his voice thick with desire along with his cock in his hand. Then he stuffs himself back into his track pants with a, “Soon.”
I let out a whine which curves up the side of his mouth.
“Save your climax for this evening,” he instructs, which makes me whine again.
I feel like my entire body is a humming ball of desire right now and I need to come.
“I like to know my girl is all needy and ready for her job tonight. I am going to be throbbing for you all day today, is that fair?”
“Please let me come now,” I beg, feeling the tendrils of a building orgasm as blood pumps down to my clit and I know how engorged and ready it is for the slightest touch.
Everything about this man turns me on and sets my pulse on fire.
Just thinking about him turns me on and seeing him and listening to his voice which caresses my ears, does unchartered things to the chemistry of my brain and my body.
Completely ignoring my desperate plea, he says, “When you get home from your job tonight, I want you to call me on here.” His voice is thick with desire to match my own.
That does at least bring me some comfort that he is just as needy for a release as me.
He is denying himself along with me. The air crackles between us as I watch his eyes drag down my body as my hand inches closer to my pussy.
“Be a good girl, Sophie,” he reminds me, which makes my traveling hand stop in motion and heat creep up the back of my neck.
I lower my head slightly. “I’ll see you this evening, Baby.
” And with that the screen goes blank. I still want to come so badly but I try to heed his instructions.
Mack wants to own my orgasms, I can’t deny that makes the throb between my legs pulse even harder.
It’s going to be a long day until I get to my client’s job this afternoon, I know that for sure.
I have a feeling I won’t be seeing Mack in my booking but am still hopeful.
I shake my head trying to physically clear the small voice in my head that tells me to touch myself, no one will know…
Instead I stand, shower and avoid that little bundle of nerves as best I can.
I hurriedly eat breakfast and get myself ready because I have a golf lesson early this morning.
I don’t know how I’ve managed to work at the Clarendon this long and avoid it so well.
I don’t mind getting into work early to meet Tye, I certainly don’t ever meet members like this, but I also have never been asked.
This week is sure cracking up to be one for the memory books.
Heck, I’ll be happy if this is my new normal but I know it can’t stay this way.
I am currently going along with whatever game Mack is playing which should lead to somewhere interesting at the very least depending on how close he is to the other members.
Mack
I run my hand down my track pants, along the length of myself and feel the need I saw so clearly in her pleading eyes. I want to give her everything she wants, everything she needs. But I want this for her next job too. I don’t want to take away anything from my friend. We are all in this together.
She’s going to find out soon enough it’s not me at this booking.
I wish it was. I’ve talked to the guys and although it would be amazing to watch Sophie on her bookings, we concluded the guys need to forge their own personal bond with her as I am doing in my own way.
They need the new private intimacy and I understand that.
I check my watch, thirteen hours until I see the remnants of his booking on her body. I can’t fucking wait.
Member 669
I breathe out a sigh of relief. She didn’t mention our evening events together, she still thinks it was Mack. She believes it’s a secret and part of his game. This couldn’t be going any better. She is mine for the taking now. No one can stop me.