“I never said yes.”
“Are you saying no?”He watched me, waiting.
“No.I mean yes.”I felt my face heat and bit back a groan.The very last thing I wanted was for Erik to know how flustered he made me.I imagined he had a pretty good idea, but I didn’t need to make it easier for him.“Another session would be okay.”
He grinned at me and the pirate thing was back.All he needed was a cutlass strapped to his hip and a compass tattoo.Of course, for all I knew, he had a tattoo hidden somewhere underneath the polished cotton of his expensive dress shirt.Without thinking, I licked my lips and it was his turn to squeeze my hand.
“I’m going to save us both and go back to work,” he said, bringing our joined hands to his lips and pressing his mouth to the delicate skin on the inside of my wrist.
Feeling my pulse hammer against his lips, he kept his gaze locked on me for a moment and I wondered whether he was reconsidering his earlier position.In favor of a position that had me bent over the spanking bench upstairs with him driving that long, thick cock I’d felt earlier inside me until I screamed his name and promised him anything his pirate heart desired.
“I need you to do something for me.”
I nodded, an overwhelming cocktail of sexy hormones making me momentarily mute.
“You said you didn’t orgasm with clients and with the cease-and-desist you won’t be seeing anyone else this week anyway; sessions with me don’t count,” he hurried to add.“Until we have our next session, I don’t want you to orgasm alone.”
I didn’t hold back my groan.I should have seen this coming.Orgasm denial was classic BDSM stuff.I should have known we’d end up here, but I’d wanted to believe so much that he was different than theyour orgasms belong to mealphaholes I’d read about.I let my desire cloud my judgment.Like every other woman on the planet.
“Let me guess,” I said, tugging my hand free of his and feeling the loss immediately.“You don’t want me to orgasm without your permission.”I slid enough derision in my voice to make it clear exactly what I thought about his suggestion.
“Good Lord, no,” he said, laughing so loud a couple passing on the street glanced in our direction.“Kitten.”He pitched his voice low and despite my frustration, I leaned closer.“I want you to have as many orgasms as you possibly can.I want your body drenched with sweat as you ride your hand or your vibrator—hell, the fucking bed frame for all I care.Spend all day, every day, figuring how to get yourself off if you want.”
His words sent my already aroused body on hyper alert.My panties had gone from damp to drenched and were rapidly heading toward natural disaster state.
“But you said...”I stuttered the words out as soon as I managed to marshal enough breath to make a sound.
“I said I don’t want you to orgasm alone.Before you come, you need to send me a text, call me, send me a video or a screaming voice mail.Just don’t go it alone.Reach out.”
I worked his instructions around in my head, trying them on for size.The idea of him listening to me climax both excited and terrified me.I’d never planned on letting him get that close, which was insane on any level because I’d stripped naked for the man.He was settling for something as anonymous as a text.
“Why?”
Before he answered, he reached out to cuff my wrist with his hand, circling it with his thumb and index finger, catching me in place and making me feel both small and safe.
“Part of submitting and real intimacy is a willingness to make yourself vulnerable.I have a feeling it’s been a long time since you’ve been vulnerable with anyone.”
I wanted to deny it, to tell him he was full of shit, but I couldn’t lie to him.Not about this.
“Can you do that for me?”
I swallowed hard and nodded.
I managed to make it to the elevator and let the doors slide shut behind me before I slid my hand into my panties.My fingertips slipped effortlessly over my clit.I couldn’t remember ever being this wet.Before the car reached the third floor, I was sagging against the wall, Erik’s name on my lips as the orgasm crashed over me.
The first climax barely took the edge off my hunger and any satisfaction evaporated as the doors slid open on the floor to my studio.I was going to have to do that again, who knew how many times, to work the lawyer out of my system so I could concentrate on something other than the way he made my body respond.I ignored, for the time being, I’d promised to tell him when I did.I could probably lump them together.One text for a handful of orgasms should do it.I was going to sink into a long, hot bubble bath, come as many times as I wanted and call it one.One bath.One session.Letter of the law and all that shit.
I keyed in the code to the studio.I could have gone home and straight to the bath, but I needed my phone.And my bra.Without Erik’s jacket, I felt much too exposed to walk the short distance to my apartment.Ignoring the way my body tightened at the memory of the last time I’d been in the space, I crossed the room.One of the drawers to my cabinet was open a fraction of an inch.I went to close it and then stopped, pulling it open instead.There was an empty space in the red velvet lining where one of the pairs of nipple clamps normally sat.The man had pocketed my clamps.
Ignoring the tingle in my breasts at the idea of Erik walking around with nipple clamps in his pocket, I closed the drawer.I made quick work of shrugging into my bra and refastening my blouse.When I was sure I was presentable, I grabbed my phone.Email would have to do.I’d never gotten his number.Except when I woke up my phone, there was a new stored contact.UnderSir.
It was marginally better thanMaster, I suppose.
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