‘It’s been too long, Professor.’ Maya led him by his tie to the bedroom and expertly took it off. ‘Now get naked and put that blindfold on. I have a special treat for you.’
Seeing him lying there naked aroused Maya greatly.
Her four paying tricks were just that – tricks. No emotion. Just bodies and cold, hard cash.
There was something else about the professor. His body wasn’t particularly great, just normal. His cock was big – always a bonus – but it was him that she liked. His company. His intelligence. His flippancy and, weirdly, his lack of emotional depth.
The sex was sweaty, hard and furious. Her need for him was great after a week apart.
Maya lay back on the bed, completely sated, and took a hard drag on a cigarette.
‘Filthy bloody habit.’ Scott opened the window.
‘And I’m guessing you’re married. It’s not a perfect world, Professor.’
The way she only called him ‘Professor’ was another huge turn on for him.
Scott lay back on the bed. ‘And there is a no such thing as a perfect person, I’m afraid. You guess right and I’m not going to start saying my wife doesn’t understand me, because unfortunately for her, she does. And you can take that how you will.’
It was even strange for Scott to hear words of reality in this usual place of pure play. An unfazed Maya wiggled to face him on the bed. ‘I know one of your therapy clients.’
‘Really?’ Scott was interested to see what she was going to say.
‘Gracie. Gracie Davies.’
‘Ah, right. Did you tell her you were fucking me?’
‘Of course not! For God’s sake, Professor, who do you think I am? I am discreet. I know you have a reputation to think about.’
‘What do you think she’d say if she knew we were?’
‘She’d probably be jealous.’
The professor was wide-eyed. ‘Really?’
‘I’m not going to flatter your ego if that’s what you want, but she speaks very highly of you.’
‘Well, that’s good, and thanks for being discreet, little bird.’ Scott kissed her forehead.
‘It’s a good job I don’t sing like one, isn’t it? I could get you into all sorts of trouble.’ She bit his nipple gently.
He groaned. ‘Any excuse to pull my whip on that cute little arse of yours.’
‘Promises, promises.’ Maya smiled seductively.
Scott could feel himself getting hard again already. Most women would have flown off the handle at his marriage confession, but not Maya. They were similar in more ways than he cared to dwell on. She was a temporary distraction and he was under no illusion that she would tire of him one day. There was no fool like an old fool and he would just enjoy her and this whilst it lasted.
As he started to kiss her, he could feel her melt in to him. He caressed her nipples and rubbed his big hands gently over her tiny back. On easing his fingers slowly into her and hearing her moan, he realised he had maybe become a little too accustomed to her sweet little sex noises.
‘I want you,’ she said between gasps. ‘Inside me right now.’
Scott gently eased his throbbing member into his young lover. He could feel how wet she was and her heightened pleasure turned him on even more.
And then it happened. In an almost inaudible whisper ‘I love you’ escaped from Maya’s mouth. She had no control. It came right from the middle of her heart. Those three little words just spilt out. She coughed as if to disperse them. She had shocked herself. She had never ever said ‘I love you’ to a man before. And since she had said it without any thought, it must be true. She was in trouble now.
Scott continued to push deeper into her. He seemed oblivious, though her pleasure was marred by what she had said.
Had he heard her? She hoped not. It would ruin everything, she was sure. In her mind, they were sex buddies, that was it. Emotion would just get in the way of whatever this was.
