Sweet Jesus, not a fucking thing!
“Good health is a blessing,” I answered. “You will take care of yours, as I do my own. We will train together when there is time for it. When we are not engaged…with other activities.” I stopped and let that sink in, watching her cheeks flush brighter.
She cleared her throat. “Uh…yes. Well, that leads me to this next clause.” She was tapping her finger on it. “The one that says that I am to be naked at all times when we are at home?”
I sat back in my chair and cocked my head. “Yes?”
“Completely naked? No clothes at all?”
“I believe that is the definition of naked, yes,” I said.
“But…why?” She honestly looked perplexed.
“You are a beautiful woman, Ms. Ramirez. It would please me to look at your body,” I replied. Why should I have to explain myself? I was paying for the fucking privilege of doing whatever I wanted with her. Seeing her naked was only the start of it. Her eyes were downcast once again as she continued down the page. Her cheeks were pure scarlet now. She tapped the page again, then glanced over at Jane before going on.
“This bit…this part here…” Her voice was husky as she shot Jane yet another glance.
“There’s no need to be coy, Ms. Ramirez. Jane typed up the notes. She knows exactly what is in there. If you have a question, ask.”
“It says that I am expected…um…expected to…” She stopped and rubbed her eyes before going on. “Masturbate?”
“Yes.”
“Masturbate?” she asked again, incredulous.
“Do you not know how, Ms. Ramirez? I would have thought, given your profession, that this would be familiar territory to you.” I saw her jaw clench as I said the words, but wasn’t prepared to retract them. She continued reading, and I saw her give small headshakes, pressing her lips together. And then her shoulders began to vibrate.
Was she crying?
Fuck. Had I pushed too hard?
She looked up at me, her eyes wide, gleaming…not with tears. With laughter. The little bitch was laughing at me.
“You! You’re certifiable, you know that?” she choked out, her body shaking with mirth. “You’re out of your cotton-picking mind!”
I felt a wave of fury.Who the fuck—?
“Sex toys? Controlled orgasms? Photographs of it? Audio recordings? I’m supposed to come over the phone and let you hear me?” She had an arm wrapped around her ribs and was choking on laughter. Jane shifted her weight beside me, moving from foot to foot. I had no doubt she was as amazed as I was. Nobody fucking laughed at Prince Walker.
I slammed a hand on the desk, and Sasha gave a little jump, her mouth snapping shut.
“Sweetness, you’re free to laugh all you like. As long as you do as I say,” I said firmly. “You will pleasure yourself daily. Unless I decide that I will be the one to do it. Your body is designed for it, and between us, we will learn every possible way to bring you to the brink.”
She pressed her lips together and said nothing. I could sense mutiny behind her carefully guarded eyes. It didn’t bother me. I had a knack for getting past a woman’s defenses. It wouldn’t be long before she came crawling to me. Perhaps that is how it should be then… Lovely Sasha wouldn’t have to feel like a whore, fucking me for cash if she was begging for it. And she’d be begging for it, alright.
Before this was all over, I would see that sweet angel's face twisted with pleasure as she came for me. And I was certain it was going to happen sooner rather than later.
Because I didn’t think I could wait that long.
