The entire vibe of this place is dark, even the brick of the home is so dark gray that it's almost black. I can only tell that it isn't black because the shutters and fixtures are black.
“This is my home. I will drive you home in the morning.” Adler states. I whip my head to the side to stare at him, I never agreed to a sleepover. “Baby, that's a bigger price than $600.” I state.
I'm not getting screwed over and possibly murdered unless it's for at least $2,000.
Adler leans into me, his hand finally sliding further up my thigh until his fingers graze over my pussy, only covered by the fishnet of my tights. I clench my teeth, refusing to show a reaction to his touch until he agrees to pay me more. “I promise you, pet. You won't want to leave right after I'm done with you.” He whispers in my ear.
I shudder at his words, but I can't show him that. I can't be weak at a time like this. Instead, I push his hand away from me and squeeze my thighs together to refuse him access. “I think we should go over the rules.” I say sternly.
Adler chuckles, his fingers making small patterns on the top of my thigh for a moment. “State your rules.” He says calmly.
I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment before turning to face him. “No kissing on the lips, I don't swallow cum, I'm allowed to say no to anything, your friends can't join us, and I'm charging double if you expect me to stay the night. I can’t get pregnant so that’s not a problem, but I expect you to wrap it unless you can prove a clean bill of health.” I insist.
Adler chuckles again, a deep noise from within his chest. “I can do that; shall we go inside?” He offers. Hesitantly, I nod.
I think I'm shaking the entire walk up to his gorgeous mansion. I've never in the ten years of hooking been nervous to fuck a client. Never. Not until Adler Lewis.
Adler leads me inside and up a beautiful grand staircase on the way to what must be the largest bedroom I've ever seen. I think it's bigger than my entire apartment on the shady side of town.
The room is plain but elegant. Dark red silk sheets stretch across a massive bed and every single detail of this room is perfectly executed. From the dark black, thick curtains that touch the floor to the beautiful dark red rug with small gold accents. It's a beautiful, elegant, and expensive feeling. The only thing that sticks out is a rather large dog kennel a few feet from the bed. I haven't seen a dog, but I'm sure it's just outside to not frighten me.
Adler comes up behind me, taking my bag from my shoulder and tossing it aside. A moment later he slides my coat off of my shoulders and tosses it somewhere, I'm not even sure where.
I don't care either, not when his large hands clasp around my waist until his hand slides from my navel and into my thin, leather skirt. His fingers trace my bare pubic bone until the tips of his fingers just barely touch my clit. I shudder at the delicate touch, wishing he'd give me more. “Take your clothes off and climb on the bed on your hands and knees.” He demands.
His harsh tone sends shivers up my spine, making me rush to obey him. I'm not wearing much, just my skirt, bra, shoes, and leggings. So it doesn't take me long to kick everything off, leaving a pile of clothes on the floor next to my heels.
I climb up onto the tall bed, get on my knees, sink my chest into the bed, and stretch my arms out flat in front of me.
“Legs spread.” Adler demands.
My body reacts before my head realizes it and my knees wiggle apart until they possibly couldn't spread further.
I hear Adler circle my body on the bed, taking several steps to the side of me before he clasps my wrists in one of his large hands. A moment later I feel something cold and metal clamp around my wrists and the click of a lock a few seconds later.
I pick my head up to see he's cuffed my hands with some sort of rusty shackles. I know this should terrify me, he's just immobilized me while I'm spread open and naked on his bed, but I'm more turned on than I am terrified.
Next, I feel my wig being pulled off of my head, most likely showing a mess of curls that I had expertly tucked underneath. I have to shake my head to get the hair out of my face. “Now why would you hide such lovely curls under that wig?” He asks, leaning forward to whisper it in my ear.
I shiver when I feel his breath so close to my ear, turning my head to stare at him and see our faces so close. “I don't like being recognized outside of the brothel.” I admit.
Adler does a little “hmm” but doesn't immediately respond. He just rounds the bed and carefully ties a silk blindfold over my eyes. “I prefer you like this.” He says quietly into my ear.
My body is shaking with need, practically dripping down my thighs when I feel his tongue on me.
Maybe it's his tongue, but it's huge. His large, warm tongue slides along my pussy until he dips the tip of it inside of me. “Oh, fuck.” I moan loudly. My hands fist what little of the sheets I can gather while his tongue dives further into me.
No, this can't be a tongue. It slides so far inside of me that my knees almost buckle. I feel two oversized hands grab onto my hips while sharp nails slightly dig into my flesh. “Delicious.” Adler growls.
I wiggle my hips, pleading for more while his tongue slips from me and flicks over my clit. I feel sharp teeth lightly drag against my tender clit for a moment before his lips wrap around my clit and he starts sucking on me. I've never felt sensations like this.
Sure clients in the past have gone down on me, but they've never made me feel like this. My entire body feels ablaze every time his tongue slides inside of me.
“Cum.” Adler orders in a deep growl much lower than his regular voice. I feel the tip of his tongue slide so far into me that I gasp loudly when he presses firmly against my G-spot.
I'm too close to my orgasm to wonder why his hands feel so large or why he seems to have claws piercing into my hips. I don't even care that his tongue is longer than most cocks I've had inside of me.
No, all I care about is the euphoria that pulses through me when his tongue presses into my G-spot once more.
