“To be fair, I am working… and thinking about sleeping with you. So if I am not, in fact, actively listening, I at least have a good excuse.”
June laughed, head hitting her bed. “I like your sarcastic humor. I like that you’re an artist and can see beauty in everything. I like that you’re also a practical woman who doesn’t live in the clouds like most artists. You also had no idea what was going on when you first came here, but you adapted quickly.”
“What do you mean by that? Besides, I was asking about sex. But thanks for the flattery.”
“I mean, it’s obvious you had never paid for sex before. Some people get weird about that. You didn’t, once you figured out what you were doing.”
“You caught me. I was a brothel virgin.”
“As for your other question…” Was she blushing? “You know how to do it, Sette.”
“Come on. You have to be more descriptive than that.”
“Do I? Fine. I like how well you fit with me. It’s the perfect match.”
“Oh?” Stroke, stroke, stroke. Her ego had never been so placated. “Is that it? Something I can’t control?”
“Of course it’s not just that. You’re also quite skilled.” June stretched across her bed, skin tightening against bones as her breasts pushed into the air. “Few make me come like you do.”
“You’re just saying that. You don’t have to. I don’t need you to say those sorts of things to keep me happy. I can feel your reactions when we have sex. It’s enough.”
“I’m not saying it for the sake of it. I really look forward to our visits now. I know that at least twice a week I’ll have some pretty great sex.”
“I’m glad you think that.” Truly, she was. What woman didn’t want to hear that another loved having sex with her? That they looked forward to what she could do to their body? That was more rewarding than anything Sette had done as a doctor.Okay, not quite, but I’m still a horny mortal.Sex trumped medical advancements. “The suspense must be killing you right now. Since you’re naked and all.”
“I can wait.”
Sette cracked a smile. “Good. At least let me finish up my sketch first. Then I can take all the time I want, ensuring your pleasure.”
“Tell you what, lovergirl.” June slid her hand between her thighs. “Anything you do to me that doesn’t include your pussy is on the house.”
“Here I thought two hundred dollars to worship your pussy was a good deal already.”
“It is. I usually give that out for free, but some people… well, you don’t want those mouths anywhere near your pussy unless they’re willing to pay for the privilege.”
“Duly noted. Glad you like my mouth.”
June folded her arms on her bed and rested her head atop them. “Have I told you that you’re beautiful, yet?”
“No, you haven’t. Feel free to pile it on, though. You haven’t made me feel good enough today. You haven’t even touched me.”
“Of course you know that you’re beautiful. You’re a dominant type, after all.”
“You’re going to call me a dominant after going on about how sensitive I am? I thought those two things were mutually exclusive.”
“You might be surprised.”
“Indeed. I might be.”
June sighed. “You know what you want, and you take it. Like me.”
“Yes, like you.”
“That’s dominant. Trust me. I know my fair share. The submissive types aren’t lining up to be my patron. I have my regular subs, but we don’t talk outside of what I do to them.”
“Interesting.” Sette hadn’t thought about her being a Domme with those who paid for that sort of thing. It suited her, though.I’m not interested. She’s right. I am too dominant for that.If Sette had to choose, she would rather tap June’s ass a few times and call her filth. Not that she was in a hurry to do that, either. Sette was still getting to know her inside and out.If I become her patron, there will be plenty of time for that.Sette may never work again.
She was almost finished with her sketch when she opened her big mouth.
