“Does it feel good?”
He looked at me with a smirk. A very sexy smirk.
“Yes. But it also has felt awkward over the last year. And since I stopped staying at the house, it felt even more uncomfortable. Considering…”
“Considering you want to divorce her?”
“Yes.” He hesitated before answering and his eyes looked up and away. That wasn’t the full truth. What was he not telling me?
“The last time she gave you a blowjob, did the blowjob feel good? Did it feel good to be intimate with her?” My mind couldn’t help but race to thoughts of whether he liked my blowjob better than here.
“Well, she gives a good blowjob. She always has. It didn’t feel intimate, though. It felt forced. Out of control. I just wanted it to be over.”
“Did it feel good to release?”
“Yes. That part felt good. It had been a while.”
“So you haven’t been with another woman other than your wife since you decided to divorce her?”
“No. No one.”
“Do you masturbate?”
“No. Well. Maybe once a week.”
I hesitated to ask my next question, but I decided I had to. Could he have been omitting me from this equation?
“You’re sure you haven’t slept with anyone else since you decided to divorce your wife. Not even me?”
“I haven’t slept with you since I decided to divorce my wife.” He didn’t hesitate at all and his eyes burned with a fire that dared me to believe anything different.
So when he and I did the dirty deed in the Cherry Pit at the Cherry Pie Gentleman’s Club on amateur night, he hadn’t decided to divorce his wife yet.Holy crap!
This was new information. I suspected he had feelings for me. Lustful feelings, at least. That was what the next step of my plan was supposed to determine. This cast things in a new light. I had to reconsider. And yet, I didn’t want to.
I made notes on my notepad. I shifted my crossed legs and inadvertently exposed a healthy length of my thigh.
The silence continued for a minute as I made notes. I noticed Dirk reposition himself on the couch. His hand went to his crotch at least once, pulling and stretching the fabric of his black slacks.
I decided.
“Mr. Baxter. I’d like you to do something. It’s unorthodox, but I think it will help me help you. Are you willing to try something?”Who was I kidding? This was completely unorthodox.
“If you think it will help, I’m game.”
I set my notepad aside and rose from my chair. “Come with me, Mr. Baxter.”
He stood as well, and I led him out of my office and down the hallway. When we got to the surrogate room, I led him in and guided him to the bed.
Chastity had used the bed with one client earlier today, but now it was clean, with a new bedspread and ready for its next session.
Dirk gave me a quizzical look.
“Are you ready for another sensate touch session?”
“Yeah, sure. Is Chastity here?”
“No. She isn’t. Today’s session will be with me.” I turned my back to Dirk and undid the clasp at the top of my dress. “Can you unzip me, please?”
