Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
Sophie
As I lie on his bed, Flynn squeezes a tube of sweet scented cream into his palms and climbs onto the bed jostling us both with his movement.
Starting from my feet, he massages the lotion into my skin gently, patiently, taking all the time in the world until he’s satisfied the indents are less pronounced.
This is just another reason why I love this job so much.
No one takes care of my body as well as Flynn.
He makes it his personal mission to ease every line and muscle on my body.
Over and over his clever hands massage along my skin, his cock hanging heavy, his eyes glued to the limb he is massaging.
Flynn finishes along my thighs and his attention lands on my navel.
With flat palms he rubs his slick hands across my stomach and ribs, over and over again, occasionally brushing the underside of my breasts.
Him kneeling between my open thighs is beginning to make me desperate to be filled by him.
“Flynn,” I say, my voice a barely audible needy whisper.
His eyes flick to mine immediately. “Let me touch you when you fuck me today,” I ask hesitantly, knowing I’m breaking the routine of how he usually runs his job with me.
I watch as my question washes over him as he takes in the meaning behind it.
His usually serious face softens and he nods as he leans over my body, his length thick and hanging between us and kisses me urgently.
I deepen our kiss until he pulls away, rolls onto his back and lifts my body over him.
Not only is he giving me my hands today, he’s handing me control of his body.
I don’t wait for him to change his mind as I line myself up and lower slowly onto his waiting cock.
I move my body up and down over his tip, enjoying the way his cock feels like no one else’s.
The piercing rubs so deliciously over my g-spot as I move my body on and off his tip over and over again, I don’t want to stop teasing myself but my own impatience gets the better of me and I impale fully to the sweet music of his moan.
Filled to the brim with him, I rock my hips over him as I lean down over his wide body, my hands pressing into the bed on either side of his head, my breasts hanging low, brushing against his chest as I move.
Lifting his head, his lips claim mine and for a minute we are combined as one, moving as one, tangled as one.
I lift my head to gasp some air. Then Flynn’s giant hands are on my hips and he’s moving me over his cock, rubbing deep inside of me, the feeling so intense it makes me whimper which spurs Flynn on even more.
I rise up so I’m fully riding him and sweet Jesus he is deep.
I slow my pace and look him in the eyes as my orgasm climbs and my body writhes under his intoxicating stare.
His fingers raise up to tweak my nipples, the sensations sending me hurtling towards my climax.
“Flynn!” I exclaim as he grabs my hips, pulling me over him faster as I explode around him, my pussy contracting and drawing him tight inside me.
Flynn is so close, I watch as his orgasm builds, shaping the expression across his face until he roars in exhilaration and explodes inside of me, his cock thickening and pulsing as the after shocks of my climax subside.
I collapse across his chest, panting and damp from the exertion.
My ear to his chest, I can hear Flynn’s heart speeding beneath me, eventually slowing as he comes down from the high he just took me to.
I curve my hand around his cheek and lay perfectly still keeping him inside of me, staying cocooned in this bubble of safety he always creates.
Flynn’s arms come around my body and hold me to him as if trying to keep me to himself, away from the rest of the world.
Flynn might not say as much as most with words, but his movements and actions speak just as loud as any words can portray.
We lay entwined, still and pensive as our breathing stabilises and our new reality sinks in.
Both of us in our own minds absorbing the experience we just shared and the emotions that wash over us.
I don’t know what role Flynn has to play in Mack’s game but he breaks the silence, “I’d like to see you on Saturday.
I know Rory asked to take you out. Would you mind if I came too, maybe we can get to know each other a bit more?
” I move my body up so I can look into the dark hazel eyes of Flynn.
I might have been vulnerable earlier, needing to touch him. Flynn is showing me he can be too.
“Will you share what is going on with you two?” I counter with a question. A slow and easy smile spreads across his handsome, usually stern looking face. My stoic Roman has layers.
“We will share as much as we can on Saturday.”
“Where are we going?”
“Leave that up to us. I know you gave Rory your number, he will text you a time to be ready and we will come pick you up. Does that sound ok?”
“Somewhere secret though? I don’t want to get caught by anyone at the Clarendon breaking the rules if possible.”
“It’s ok, we won’t ever let anything like that happen to you. Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Can I run you a bath?”
“A bath?” I repeat, unsure where he is going with this.
“I’d like to take care of you,” he replies simply and melts my heart.
“Sure Flynn, that would be really lovely,” I smile back up at him. With permission granted, he lifts my body up off his, his cock slipping out of me, and places me to his left on the bed.
“Wait there, I will be back when it’s ready.”
“I’m not going anywhere, thank you,” and I mean it.
I lie on Flynn’s bed, naked with my head on his soft pillow and look around the darkened room in flickering candlelight.
This afternoon with Flynn was special. The same kind of special as the afternoon I spent with Rory.
The same special I have with Mack. What do all these men have in common?
Are they roommates? Do they all live here and are members of the Clarendon?
My mind spins as I hear taps running in the distance and a sweet strawberry scent fills the room.
I want to go find Flynn but he told me to stay here so I’ll do as I’m told.
I want to snoop but I don’t want to break whatever bubble me and Flynn are in right now.
Another time maybe. If there is another time.
Flynn stands in the doorway. He’s pulled on a pair of shorts which seems a shame but I guess he’s not getting in the tub with me.
I imagine there wouldn’t be enough room for the two of us.
Flynn walks over to me, slides his arms beneath my body and lifts me into the air, “Flynn,” I half laugh half cry out. “I’m going to leak everywhere!”
“I want you to leak everywhere,” he grins, almost boyishly, back.
“Oh no you don’t!” I say pressing my hands to my face as I feel a trail of liquid leak out of me as he walks us the short distance into the steam filled bathroom.
Flynn lowers me into the bubble filled tub and I feel my body relax into the hot water.
The temperature isn’t too hot, it’s quite literally, just right.
“Here, have some water,” Flynn lifts a glass to my lips and holds it as I drink it down. I hadn’t realised how thirsty I was. “Can I wash your hair?” he asks tentatively.
“If that is what you’d like, I’d love that,” I reply.
I sit up as the soapy bubbles follow and stick to my body.
When I’m finished with my drink, Flynn fills the glass with bathwater and gently pours it over my hair.
I tip my head back so that he can start higher and cover the top of my head.
It feels positively luxurious; I almost forget I’m on a job.
“You know, this is what I should be doing to you,” I say. “I am the one who is meant to be working now.”
“I hope you stopped working when you arrived, Sophie, because that’s what I want.”
“But you’re paying me to be here.” I say, a little confused.
“Would you stay if I wasn’t?”
“Yes,” I murmur back with the realization leaving me surprised and confused by my own admission.
“Then relax, Sophie,” he says from behind my back. I can hear the smile in his tone.
I hear the cap lid of a shampoo bottle close as my Roman’s big hands start massaging the shampoo into my scalp.
Japanese head spas be damned, I’ll pay double to have this handsome man massage my head and rinse my hair.
When he’s done, he helps me lower back down so that my head rests on the neck of the tub and my breasts just peek out the top of the bubbles.
I watch as Flynn lowers a flannel into the water and runs it over my chest and breasts and then down between my legs, waking up every nerve ending his hand passes.
This bath was lulling me into a state of deep relaxation until my heart and my blood started pounding in my pussy.
A loud musical tune rings out in the apartment, a phone alarm.
Flynn looks down at me and sighs. “Ten minutes before you have to leave I’m afraid. ”
“I’m sorry to go, I don’t want to,” I say as I begin to sit up in the tub.
“You are breaking enough rules for us. Let’s stick to the ones we are already breaking on Saturday.” With that, Flynn stands and reaches for a navy fluffy towel as I begin to stand. He holds out his hand to steady me as I climb out and then wraps me in the towel like a burrito.
I giggle. “Ok Daddy,” I laugh playfully.
“What did you call me?” Flynn’s voice comes out sharp and stern. I actually feel like a naughty school girl who is in trouble. His eyes blaze at me as I reply in a small whisper.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say with wide eyes, unsure if that was the right thing to say.
“Fuuckkkk, Sophie,” he growls as he lifts me up, my towel falling open.
My legs wrap around him as his lips crash to mine, kissing me hungrily as heat blossoms between my bare pussy and his solid stomach.
Pinning my back to the cool bathroom tiles, Flynn ravishes my mouth like a bomb just went off in his mind.
His tongue doesn’t ask, it demands, invading and claiming my mouth, nibbling and biting.
A second alarm on his phone goes off which I’m sure means I should be leaving.
Flynn pulls away and I can see the regret that I have to leave in his eyes.
I lean forward, nibble on his front lip and whisper, “Next time you can really show me how you feel, Daddy,” I purr as I watch his pupils dilate. For a second I wonder if I have pushed him too far but then he straightens and lowers me to the floor.
“You call me that again next time and we’ll both see what happens.
” With that, he picks up the towel and begins to dry me off.
Everytime I go to reach for the towel, he shoos my hands away.
When I am dry with only slightly damp hair, he helps me back into my clothes and leads me back to the door. “See you on Saturday, Sophie.”
“See you on Saturday, Flynn,” I say as I reach up, as high as my toes will allow, to dust a kiss on his lips. Then I turn and leave him in the doorway watching me walk back to the lift. I give him one final wave as the lift arrives and I get in, leaving my Roman.
When I get down to the basement, Zee is waiting for me. “Hi,” I say warmly, pleased to see him.
“Hey you, are you good, you look tired?”
“I’m fine Zee, it’s been a big week and I think it’s catching up with me,” I say as I tie on the mask and rest my head back on the headrest.
“You need a break or something?”
“Oh no, I mean this week has been more than enough to think about and enjoy. By the way, that client wasn’t Mack either. It was another usual member and it was amazing. I don’t know what is happening Zee, but maybe on Saturday I might find out more.”
“What’s happening on Saturday? I didn’t see you had a job booked for then.”
“I don’t Zee, I’m meeting the two clients from this week. Maybe they’ll tell me what’s going on. You won’t tell anyone will you?”
“I won’t tell, as long as you’re sure?”
“I’m sure. I just need to get to the bottom of everything that’s happened this week. It’s been amazing. But I’m not sure I’m built for all this mystery and secrecy if it continues. I need to know what is going on.”
“Well, when you find out, you’ll have to tell me,” suggests Zee and I’m pleased he’s onboard with this instead of lecturing me on the rules of the Clarendon.
Maybe he has a vested interest now too. When I arrive home, I wave to Zee and get the lift to my floor and let myself into my apartment.
What a job, I think to myself as I go about making myself some dinner.
When I’ve eaten, I sleepily make my way into my bedroom, excited to see Mack.