Page 20 of Hired Help

“Then there’s no pressure,” he says, taking my hand. “Do you want to stay here or try the bedroom?”

I stiffen slightly at the idea, and he nods, squeezing my fingers. “At any time, if you want to stop, stop. If you need me to stop something, this is your safe word, okay?” He pats my hand against the cushion. “Tap twice. Any taps and I’ll check in with you so don’t worry about misremembering or getting it wrong. Would you like to pick a verbal signal, too?”

The knot of anxiety in the pit of my stomach twists, morphs into something else, a pulse of excitement. “You mean like red?”

“Sure. That’s a nice easy one. You want to use it?”

I nod, my voice disappearing as I tug at the skin of my throat, the flesh already stinging from the habit.

“Remember that no matter what’s happening to you, no matter what I’m doing, you’re the one in control. If you give me the signal, everything stops. If you want me to try something different, tell me. I’ll let you know if you reach any limits, but I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”

My breath shortens, but it’s not from fear. It’s from anticipation. “What about the money?”

“If you can afford this room, I’m assuming you can afford my fee.” His smile is wide and welcoming and delicious. “We can settle up after.”

I nod.

“What I’d like to start with is you trying by yourself. Are you okay with that?”

My lungs seize. “You mean with you watching?”

“Yes. Is that okay?”

I want to say yes but I’m suddenly so confused. The old familiar sense there’s something wrong with me twangs and I can’t fight it off.

“Hey. Can I hold you, is that all right?”

My voice is gone, and I incline my head, shoulders so stiff I can barely move. He moves behind me again, arms linking around my waist as he leans me against his chest. “How about I watch from here? If you want me to concentrate on the video instead of you, just tell me not to look.”

“Okay.”

He reaches for my hemline, sliding my dress up until it’s at my hips. His free hand lands on my shoulder, then glides across until his fingers are lightly resting against my throat. There’s no force, no resistance, but my windpipe bumps against them as I swallow.

“Do you want me to pull your underwear down?” he whispers, his lips close to my ear. The warm breath makes me shiver as I slowly nod. “Use your words,” he says, tightening the fingers on my neck just a little.

“Yes,” I say, obediently, part of me wishing I wasn’t in control. That he would just tear them away and deal with the consequences later.

The finger of his right hand slides under the topmost elastic while my clit throbs in a silent invitation.

“You don’t have to go slow,” I tell him. A test that he passes when he yanks them off while I bend my knees and lift my feet to make it easier. Once they’re gone, he cups my pussy with a hand so large it makes me shiver.

I close my eyes, wondering if he’ll go further, if those gigantic hands will feel as good on the inside of my body as the outside, then it moves away. He grasps my right hand instead, raising my arm over my head to insert my fingers into his mouth, getting them nice and wet.

As though I wasn’t already wet enough.

“Do you want me to guide you?” he asks in a low tone like a soft rumble of thunder. “Spread your legs farther apart if you do.”

They fall to the side like they’ve been waiting for his command. He grips my hand firmly while pushing my fingers where I’d prefer his to go.

“Is that good? Do you enjoy stroking your own pussy?”

I hum, words beyond my capability.

“You want me to start the video so you can show me how you get off?”

“Mm-hm.”

His body arches into mine as he retrieves his phone, nimbly clicking through the wifi registration and sending the image to the large screen, pumping up the volume so I can hear every gasp.

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