Page 252 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

I knew it was the keypad outside the door, and tensing up completely as I held my breath, I maintained my position even as the door opened and closed. Heavy footsteps echoed around me, and the silence of this soundproof room only heightened them more. My pulse began to race, but I stayed still.

It didn’t take him long to reach me, and I continued to keep my pose even as he circled around me. Soon, he stopped behind me, but I didn’t dare speak. Last night was a get to know each other session while this was... I had no idea what to describe it as, so I forced the question from my head and slowly exhaled.

Seconds later, he delivered a hard smack to one side of my ass, and this time, I couldn’t have stopped my moan from escaping even if I tried, and I had. A breath or two later, he wound one hand through my hair, then roughly yanked me up onto my knees.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said, and the praise brought a smile to my face. “I’ve pictured you on your knees many times. Some of those times, you would be just like this.”

“Like what?” I whispered.

“Presenting yourself in an act of submission. Whether I would later picture my dick in your tight ass, or you sucking me off, it always started this way. And you’re even more beautiful than I ever could’ve imagined. There’s only one problem.”

“What is it?” I asked, suddenly concerned that I had upset him in some way. Hawke’s instructions had been etched in my mind so as I tried to go through them all in my head, I couldn’t figure out what I had possibly messed up.

“I want to see you completely naked. Let’s remedy that right here and now.”

Easton released my hair from his grip, then extended his hand out to me. Once I was on my feet, he pulled me against him. I could feel how hard he was as his erection pressed against my ass. His words from seconds ago came rushing back, but I managed to bite my tongue enough to hold it inside.

He covered both breasts with his hands. I stood there and allowed him access to any part of me that he wanted, and at the moment, it was just this. He squeezed both heavy globes causing my nipples to harden. They were so tight and sore and when he shifted his hand so he could brush his thumbs across them, I let out a small whimper.

“Your safe word... What is it?”

I could barely even focus long enough to think of anything, but I finally did. “Gemini.”

“Is that your sign?” he asked me, and I nodded.

“Gemini it is, then. With that business out of the way, what are your hard limits?”

He stepped back and as he began to remove his clothing, I couldn’t help but gawk at him. The man was even sexier than I’d imagined he’d be. Whenever he’d do public scenes, I’d see parts of him, but nothing as vivid as what I was seeing now. My mouth watered while my tongue went dry. It was only when I remembered his question that I cleared my throat.

“Outside of a few exceptions, I’m okay with most types of play. I don’t like anything that involves peeing, needles, or humiliation. I’m okay with pretty much everything else edge-play related. I can take pain, and I’m even okay with temporary branding as long as it’s not permanent. I...”

Upon realizing I was rambling, I stopped mid-thought then turned my eyes back to him. Seeing not only his shirtless physique, but his long cock made me nearly swallow my tongue. My eyes stayed glued on him and it, all while my mind raced with a myriad of thoughts including whether he would actually fit inside of me or not.

“How do you want me?”

“What?”

“You’re the masseuse. How do you want me to lay on this table?”

“Oh.” I had forgotten altogether that he had requested a massage tonight. His question shouldn’t have caught me off guard, and it only did because he was so damn distracting. “You can start by laying face down on the table.”

I walked toward the piece of equipment, and he followed. When I reached the front where his head would be, a number of impure thoughts crossed my mind. Thankfully, this was something new as far as that was concerned because I never imagined doing anything sexual with any client of mine. Not now or never. Easton was special, though. I knew now that this would be a night I’d never forget.

He climbed onto the table, and as he settled himself down, I almost sighed at the loss of view. I’d see his cock and much more soon enough, but starting the massage this way would help calm my racing nerves. Easton didn’t immediately drop his head, instead holding it up so he could look at me.

Five

EASTON

She was incredibly nervous which might’ve been cute had my dick not been so fucking hard. It was sexy as hell that she was so unnerved especially since I had done little more than get undressed. To her credit, she did calm down some once I got into the position she’d given. Or at least I thought, until I felt her shaky hands touch my shoulders.

Popping my head up, I grinned at her. “No need to be nervous, Shelby. If it’ll make you feel more comfortable, you can talk to me while doing this.”

“Well, I normally don’t, but I–”

“Tell me about yourself. I want to know about your hopes, dreams, and fears. Anything you feel like sharing with me.”

Her hands had started to slide over my shoulders, but at those words, she stilled. “Okay. I’m going to start at your feet.”

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