“Occasionally another playmate applies for my listed jobs, but I only ever choose you,” he answers simply.
“Really?” I ask in disbelief.
“Really.”
“But there are so many playmates.”
“No one comes close to you Sophie, let me show you.” Rory reaches for my empty glass and places it on the floor by his feet, he reaches for my hand again and begins to stand, taking me along with him. “Stay here,” he tells me and walks over to the dining table. He picks up a chair, and brings it over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and places it down. I can see out the window clear as day. I know anyone who would look up at this window or from the surrounding buildings would be able to see us too. His face changes into a devious grin that pulls up his cheekbones and crinkles his eyes mischievously as he crooks his pointer finger in a ‘come here’ motion. I’m enchanted by the cheeky glint in his eyes that promises all kinds of pain and pleasure on display for anyone to see if they look. The thought of voyeurs runs a shiver down my spine.What is Rory going to do?
I don’t need to wait long. He pulls out a blindfold and for a moment I’m sad to not be able to watch him but Rory never lets me watch, that is the fun of the job, never knowing where he is lingering. He moves behind me and tentatively gathers my hair and ties a hairband around my long auburn locks, his movements feeling unpracticed as he tries clumsily to feed my hair through the band until he’s happy my hair is tucked away. I stand still, looking out to sea but not seeing, I am watching the reflection of Rory in the glass. When my hair is tiedback, he reaches over my head and places the mask over my eyes and my world goes dark. I’m left to my other senses and they tell me he’s standing very close to me.
His fingers find the zip at the top of my dress just below my neck and he begins to drag it down slowly, exposing my back to him until it finishes at the base of my spine. Then I feel his fingers glide over my shoulders to push the sleeves of my dress down my arms so that it falls to the floor. I stand braless in my heels and thong with Rory pressed in close behind me. I can already feel the size of his erection dig into my bottom as I hear his breathy whisper close to my ear, “Are you ready for me to play with you now?” His gravelly voice makes the hairs on my arms stand up. I nod and manage to part my lips to utter a quiet,yes,wondering what our new normal is going to be. I know my fingers feel twitchy at the sides of my body so for once I decide to follow my gut and reach them behind me and slide them behind his bottom to hold his body to mine and enjoy this delicious moment of his body pressed up against mine, forgetting I’m paid to be here because right now, I would choose to be here, without the money and that is an unusual feeling for me.
Rory groans out my name, “Sophie,” which sets aflight thousands of butterflies in my stomach. My hands squeeze into the meaty flesh of his bottom making me wish there wasn’t the fabric of his trousers between us. I feel Rory’s mouth at the side of my neck, his teeth sinking into me as I melt into his lips touching me for the first time ever. His teeth bare down on me, pushing into my sensitive skin and into the muscle of my neck but they don’t break the skin. Strangely, I would gladly let him bite me as hard as he wants because suddenly my clit is sparking and asking for more of what he is offering. He pulls away suddenly, as if catching himself. “I mustn’t mark you,” he mutters, his voice tempered with annoyance towards himself. I can’t see the look on his face, but I can sense it from his tone.
“Wait,” I say with urgency, “I like feeling your teeth on my body. I won’t tell if you won’t,” I promise knowing the rules of the Clarendon must be running through his mind right now. Members are not allowed to break the skin or leave a permanent mark on our bodies and certainly not without explicit negotiation ahead of time. And no one has ever asked me. But the thought of Rory leaving his mark sets my clit to flutter once more.
“I can’t mark your perfect skin,” he whispers from behind me as my hand clings onto the fabric I managed to grasp to stop him from pulling away.
“What about if it was in a place where no one could see?”
“I can’t do that.”
“If I give you permission you could.” Silence fills the room as the statement hangs between us. Then I feel him gently peel my fingers from his shirt, walking around to stand in front of me and bringing my hand up to meet his lips. He places a kiss on every knuckle that feels slow and savouring. He then runs his hand up my arm to my shoulder and then up my neck where his lips just were, I feel his thumb caress the spot where his teeth have likely left their fading mark, the pad of this thumb pressing down slightly to feel the indents of his teeth.
“Oh, I want to,” I feel his words on my lips as his mouth descends onto mine for the first time, the hand around my neck holds me to him and I open for him. My lips move of their own accord, matching his rhythm and feeling their softness against my own. When his tongue enters my mouth, seeking my own, I tentatively allow mine to tangle with his, tasting him, sending waves of desire to ricochet down my body, pooling between my legs. Rory begins kissing me with what feels like years of pent up yearning. Opening his mouth wider, his teeth begin to clash with mine as he sucks the air from my lungs and consumes me in one wild kiss. I grab onto his body to keep myself steady asmy knees wobble from his all-consuming kiss. His kiss becomes hungrier the longer his tongue laps with my own. I need to breathe and am forced to tear my lips away, panting as my heart pounds in my chest and my lungs fill with air. His lips are back on mine, both hands around my face, holding me to him, devouring me. For a moment, I forget where I am, I forget about my job and the reason I am there, I forget my own name. There is nothing in this world except the way Rory is making me feel in this very instant, hot and needy, ready to consume him like he’s doing to me. There are no other thoughts in my head except the way his tongue feels against mine, his lips locked to mine, my body yearning for only one thing: him inside of me. I need him inside of me.
I have no sense of time as Rory kisses me senseless, my breasts pushed against his chest, my nipples brushing against the fabric of his polo shirt, my hands tight around his waist. Rory breaks free only to move his lips down my neck, kissing a path down my chest before pulling away entirely and making my hands fall away to my sides. My lips vibrate with the loss of his. I can no longer feel him close to me. I break out of the spell to sieve through my mushy mind, wondering where my clarity has gone. I feel the air move around me, and then feel the chair Rory brought over earlier brush the backs of my legs. Then I feel fingers at my hips and the elastic of my lace thong becomes taut as it’s tugged down my hips and guided to the floor.
“Sit, Sophie,” Rory croaks out and I’m pleased to hear he is just as affected by that kiss as I am. Rory allows me to reach behind me to feel the back of the chair and I lower. When I’m seated, there is silence and I wonder what Rory is doing right now.Is he just there, watching me? Is he about to touch me with his electro wand?I can feel the anticipation that I love so much begin to build. The longer I sit and wait, the harder my heart begins to thump in my chest and my ears strain to hear whereexactly Rory might be. He must have slid his shoes off as there isn’t a sound other than my own heartbeat ringing out in my ears.
And then I hear it a split second before lightning hits the peaked bud of my nipple. I jump and gasp in surprise but the setting is low, the sharp bolt of electricity a tingle that has me jolting and wiggling in my seat. My body is now on high alert as I anticipate the next place on my body he’s going to strike. Warmth engulfs my nipple as my brain struggles to understand what is happening. The warmth is wet, and then the suction has me leaning into his mouth, he teases the peak with his tongue and then lets go, I sigh out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding.
“What is happening?” I manage to breathe out.
“Everything I have wanted to do since our first session together,” Rory replies.
I cry out as another sharp bolt of lightning spreads through my breast and again his hot mouth sucks and kisses the pleasurable pain away. The air moves around me and pain shoots from my shoulder making me gasp but his mouth is there to suck and kiss the pain away. Every time the electricity kisses my skin, my hands try to fly out in reaction, having never not been tied down on this job before. I clench them together on my thighs, denying myself the urge to reach out and touch the man who is tormenting and turning me on. Again and again he strikes with the electro wand, across the back of my neck, along my collarbone, on the inside of my wrists. I feel the intensity of the wand turn up as a new bolt of electricity runs through the side of my breast, always followed by his hot wet mouth kissing the pain into submission.
Spreading my legs wide, I feel him lower between them as the electro wand taps a trail of sparks down my inner right leg that makes me shudder for more. Back up my left leg the boltsfly and his lips follow until silence falls over us and anticipation spikes in my chest. What will he do next? Where will he strike next? I imagine him kneeling between my open legs, staring at me. It feels unfair not to see his eyes travel over my body, to not see the expression that is on his face. I have never indulged in watching Rory work, he has always blindfolded me. I suddenly feel robbed of this sight I know I’d enjoy. But I can feel him close, I can feel the warmth of his body on the inside of my thighs, somewhere I am very much enjoying him being.
I feel his tantalizing warm breath on my pussy lips before I feel his tongue enter me from as low as he can reach with me sitting, sweep up through my folds slowly before hitting my clit with a hot flat tongue. I practically buckle over him in delight, every nerve ending down there is screaming for more and it takes all my strength not to beg him to do it again as my thighs squeeze in around him.
“You’re dripping for me,” he whispers before I feel his tongue go back down on me again, sweeping through my folds and up to the place I so need him to spend more time. Again and again he repeats the motion, driving me closer and then letting it slip again. Every time his tongue gets close, I hold my breath as I will my body to come and unbind me from this torture. But Rory’s tongue laps up and gently floats past my clit without nearly as much pressure as I need and then zap, lightning reverberates from my pussy lips before his mouth is back on me in mere seconds. My body jolts and wriggles, my mind screams in pain and need. I clasp my hands tight on the underside of the seat fighting the urge to move, every muscle engaged in my core as I take the continued assault on my pussy. My orgasm is building, coiling tighter and tighter around my body, until I’m a hair’s-breadth away from my release. With each shock, Rory’s wand is getting closer and closer to the top of my pussy. This time his tongue laps hard at my clit until my bodyshakes around him, I’m so close now. And then the wand taps on my clit and I explode like a firework in ecstasy and in pain as he bites down on my open inner thigh for barely a second and then he’s lapping uncontrollably at my firing bundle of nerves as wave upon wave of my orgasm wracks my body—vibrating from the ordeal of pleasure and pain. My body feels too heavy for me and as light as a feather all at once. I’m a jittering shuddering mess as I feel his arms scoop me up from the chair and carry me across the room. My head lolls onto his upper arm. I feel utterly spent and boneless as he lowers me onto what feels like a bed, my head resting on a plumped up pillow.
A few moments pass as I lay still and unseeing until I feel the bed dip to my side. Rory pulls the mask away from my eyes and I see his nakedness for the first time. A chest covered in peppered acne scars that are not present on his face. He looks back at me with a wild yearning that has me dazedly reaching out for him, needing to feel his lips on my own again. Rory doesn’t fight me, he indulges me, his lips landing on mine, his erection hanging hard between us. He kisses me like a long lost lover and for a moment, I wonder why he’s never laid his soft lips on me before. All this time we could have hadthis.
I lift my legs, shuffling my body below him, kissing him back and helping him line himself up with my entrance. It feels oddly unsteady, unpractised, like new lovers lost to the throes of a new passion for the first time. Yet, Rory has fucked me every booking he’s made. But I’m always tied to his bed, unseeing, unable to touch, only there to allow him to take what he needs from me. I come, I always come. But the sex felt meaningless, a job done. It pales in comparison to this moment as Rory supports himself with one hand by my head and takes the time to ease into my body, edging in like it’s the first time he’s done it, looking me square in the eyes, watching for every tiny emotion my face portrays. I feel my body welcome him as hepushes all the way inside of me as his eyes roll and pleasure splashes his cheeks a botchy red.
“You feel so tight after coming so beautifully for me,” he praises above me as he begins to move in and out, slowly, making me feel the entire length of him. I moan in pleasure and look at him, really look at this man I’ve been seeing for years but not seeing him at all. Rory lowers his head and his lips dust over mine again, softer and gentler as if he’s slowing his own pace to savour each second he’s inside of me. Our bodies move as one as our tongues tangle to the same rhythm, building the thrumming need inside of me again, stroke after stroke.
“Rory,” I moan out his name, unable to temper down my orgasm a second longer which triggers him to speed up his thrusts and tip over the edge he’s been building up to all evening. He stills himself inside my body and moans out his pleasure so loud it makes my own pleasure pale in comparison. We hover in this temporary moment of utter bliss and euphoria until Rory lowers himself over my body, his head nestling between my shoulder and neck. I feel his heart beating against my chest, his soft skin lying against mine. I bring up my hands to run them along the scarred skin of his back, feeling the dampness of sweat amongst the bumps of the scarred tissue.
Rory moves his head to look into my eyes and what I see there frightens me. I see the glistening eyes of someone who felt something from what we just did. And what frightens me even more, is I know my own eyes reflect the same. Something has transpired between us, something I wasn’t expecting and maybe he was hoping for.Is this the beginning he was talking about? Did he know this would happen?He couldn’t have.
SIX
Sophie
