“You don’t have to do… oh.” I sighed as he slipped his fingers back into my ass with little ado. “That feels different now.”
“Usually the other way around is best, but my cock stretched you out for this,” he said and stuck out his tongue, just a bit, as he smiled. He easily found that spot inside me that felt good when he tapped it, and I relaxed back against the bed.
“There, why didn’t I have that earlier? Huh? Why couldn’t you let go for me when I was inside you? You need more attention.” He kept talking, answering all his own questions about me, as if he fucking knew me. I couldn’t be irritated about any of it because he fucked his fingers carefully in and out of me, pressing my prostate just right on each pass. I let out a long breath.
“Don’t know why I couldn’t unclench for you,” I whispered. The pleasure haze that settled over me must have stolen my ability to speak because I opened my mouth and only moaned as he swirled his fingers in one spot that had my cock dancing and drooling. I strained toward him, and he chuckled.
“You know, I had a massage therapist tell me once that men carry their stress in their ass muscles. You might be the only man I know who takes it one step further and carries all that tension right in his asshole.”
“Wonderful,” I snarked, but then he opened his mouth, winked, and sucked me down to the root. The wet heat of his mouth and the magic way he fucked me with his fingers destroyed my ability to think. He drilled me faster, the same unyielding way he had when he’d been close to coming, and all I could think about was how his body had covered mine. I gasped and pushed up into his mouth.
“Please,” I whispered, and my cheeks burned from the humiliation of saying these things out loud. He kept sucking as a wave of sharp pleasure pulsed from my cockhead and had my fingers and toes convulsing with the heavy, potent sensation that blanked my mind and made my eyelashes flutter. He sucked harder as three rapid-fire rounds of pleasure, so big they registered as close to pain, slammed me. My balls emptied and the lightning strikes tamed down to something familiar. His fingers stopped inside me. I flopped bonelessly to the bed.
When he let my softening cock fall from his mouth, I hated it. The air was cold after the hot bliss, and I whined when he eased his fingers from my body.
“Oh, now you’re ready to be fucked, huh?” He nibbled at my thigh, and I huffed out a laugh.
“Sorry.”
“No worries. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready again.” He slid up the bed and lay down next to me, and I scratched at my cheek as I studied him. Sweat had dried on my body and I scratched at my arm next. I hated being dirty.
He stared at me. His glasses had gotten lost at some point, or maybe he’d taken them off. Either way, the dark mirrors weren’t on his face, and he studied me like he could see me. I glanced around and noticed the glasses laying on the bedside table, half on the base of the lamp like they’d been tossed there. It was odd knowing that whatever he did see, it wasn’t the same as what I saw when I looked around the room. He settled on his side, facing me, and rested his hand on my chest.
“Were you really just going to lie there hard and not say a thing?” He slid his hand up, circled his finger around my Adam’s apple, and stopped when I swallowed.
“No, I was going to secretly jerk off.”
He huffed out a laugh. “Secretly, huh? Do you like secrets, Darcy?”
My immediate urge was to fire back a flippant response, but I didn’t. “Maybe? I don’t know. I guess it didn’t occur to me that you would want to… do what you did. You got off. You got what you paid for.” I shrugged and felt emotional in a horrible way. “I… thank you.”
He wrapped his arm across my middle and held me. “You liked that?” He used some muscle and dragged me over to lie on his chest. I was surprised by how nice it was to be there.
I wanted to say “yes,” but what was the point? He’d be gone in the morning. Small aches and pains were beginning to set in, and I huffed out a sigh.
“Darcy, I asked did you like it?”
“Who cares what I like and don’t like? What about you?”
He pressed a soft kiss to my temple, and the thrill that sparked in my chest made me feel like I could float off the bed. His beard hairs prickled my face, and I shivered. “Since you didn’t answer my first question, how about this one? What if I came back here say… on Monday afternoon? What if I wanted to take you somewhere? Would you go?”
I shoved away from him, heart racing. “I don’t know you. This is one night only.”
“You do.” He shook his head. “From what I understand, I only paid for you tonight. I get all that. Doesn’t stop you from seeing me again. You said it yourself, you’re not a professional. That means your time is yours to spend the way you want, right?”
I stared at him and couldn’t stop my laughter. I sat up slowly, because my lower back was letting me know I’d done something new and unusual, and turned to set my feet on the floor, dropping my face in my hands.
“Are you insane?Noneof my time is my time. I belong to the Courtesan. The whores get to leave when they’re sick of the life, and my mother wishes them well.I’mstuck here. Just fucking stuck.” I was shouting by the time I was finished, and his dog growled in the corner. I felt beaten down, and my humiliation was the horrible cherry on top of this idiotic situation I hadn’t even brought upon myself.
Longing of the type I’d only ever had when I knew for certain I couldn’t have something settled into the pit of my stomach like a sickness. I wasn’t even sure I liked this man—I barely knew him—but it didn’t matter one way or the other because I couldn’t even find out if we would work. I’d end up fucking dying here in the Courtesan. My breath came in short puffs.
“Darcy?”
“It’s in the contract that you can’t contact me if I don’t want you to. After tonight, I mean,” I whispered. My tone was awful and cold. “And I can’t see a reason you should.”
Maybe, after all, I did deserve to be called the Ice Prince. I’d hoped deep down that people were wrong about me, but ifeveryone, even Mother, called me that, it was probably true.
