Leander knew instinctively that she was using her real name—a rare thing, most prostitutes would choose some fake, sultry name to go by. Half of it was about protecting their identity, and the rest was because it was believed that men liked to fuck something that went by the name of ‘Siren.’
“I find myself at something of a disadvantage, Leo,” Talia murmured as she approached and accepted the goblet of wine Leander was holding out to her. She took a sip andsmiled. “Normally Jasmine has more of an understanding of what her clientele likes. Then you show up asking for a brunette who, ah, knows how to enjoy herself. My enjoyment of tonight’s activities is predicated on the specifics of what we might get up to.”
Leander smiled as well and sat on the edge of the bed.
The girl was well spoken and seemed genuine. That met his requirements. And brunette to boot.
The problem with being an Aesthesic was that he was keenly aware of the emotions of those around him. He was worried that he would be all too aware of their insincere feelings, just as he had been as the God of Lies.
He didn’t need that from the girl he wanted to fuck.
Leander placed his goblet down on the table out of the way.
“That’s because my tastes are simple and not... specific,” he said as he examined the delightful creature in front of him. “Let’s start with the easy things. You’re wearing far too much right now. Strip for me, Talia.”
Talia’s brow rose as she pouted and looked down at her scantily-clad body. “You don’t like it?”
“Oh, I like it very much.” Leander used his free hand to reach out and trace Talia’s navel before hooking his finger into the thin band around her hips and pulling her close. “I just also like what’s underneath it.”
Talia giggled, her own hand coming to rest on Leander’s shoulder as the other stretched to place her goblet back on the table. “Well, we will have to do something about that, won’t we, Leo?”
“I should think so.” He continued to trace patterns along her skin, admiring how soft and supple it was, untilhis fingers found the clasp near the top of Talia’s back. He fiddled with it for a moment and then released the clasp, allowing the brassiere to come loose, revealing two perky breasts with already hard nipples. “Are you cold, Talia?” Leander teased in a whisper.
“If I say ‘yes’, will you help me warm up?” Talia also whispered, and Leander looked up to see her biting her lower lip, as if unsure.
“If you play coy with me, Talia, you will not enjoy the consequences.” He squeezed one of the girl’s nipples in warning, gratified to hear a yelp, followed by a giggle. He didn’t mean to promise any real pain on her, after all.
“My apologies, Leo. But we’re still left with the dilemma of this cold, cold room and no fire to warm ourselves beside.”
Leander stood so that his body was flush against Talia’s. “You’re at another disadvantage, it seems. With you feeling the cold so potently and me still fully clothed.”
“What a shame. Let me help you rectify this, my lord.” Snaking her hands down his arms and around his back, Talia pulled at his cotton shirt, dragging it loose from inside Leander’s trousers.
“Leo.” Leander corrected for a second time.
“Leo.” Talia agreed, a smile pulling the corners of her lips upwards.
Shirt loose, Leander raised his arms to allow Talia easy access to remove his shirt over his head. She took her time in doing so, her perfectly manicured nails scraping lightly at his defined abdominal muscles in admiration of what she could feel and see.
Once off, the garment was left to fall to the floor besidethem as Leander dropped his hands to rest on Talia’s shoulders before running down her arms and then to pause on her hands.
“Lie down,” he ordered.
The girl did as requested while Leander returned to his goblet of wine. He watched as Talia’s fingers traced her own body, as if she was showing Leander where the sweet spots were.
As if he didn’t already know.
“Join me, Leo,” she requested, tone inviting him to explore the wonders of her body, “or is the wine a better companion?”
Leander took a long swig of his drink before placing the goblet back down, he approached the bed and clambered on top of it. Talia stretched her legs straight so Leander could place his knees on either side of her.
Hands and knees supporting his weight, Leander leaned in to dip his head against Talia’s shoulder. It was easy enough from there for his lips to access her pulse point, and his lips twitched as he felt the instantaneous rabbiting of her heart. “You have no idea…” he began, his mouth never quite breaking contact with her skin, and his warm breath tickling her ear, “…how long I’ve waited for this.”
What he meant by that was intimacy with someone who wasn’t trying to please him because of his station. Being the God of Lies, Leander could always sense the untruths of someone seeking a union to match their own agenda. Sex with a selfish liar was unpleasant.
But Talia wouldn’t know that. “Has your poor little cock been starved of attention?” she asked teasingly as herhands explored over his trousers and found his hard length underneath, ready and waiting.
Leander was not a man with unlimited patience, and he was done waiting.
