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She chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made my heart skip a beat. “Good to know,” she said, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm. “Because I have a feeling our lessons have only just begun.”

I leaned in closer, feeling the warmth of her body next to mine. “Then teach me everything,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear. “I’m ready.”

Victoria’s eyes darkened with desire as she pulled me into a deep kiss, her hands roaming my body with renewed fervor. I melted into her embrace, ready to explore every lesson she had to offer.

“When can I see you again?” she asked, her voice casual, but the question hit me harder than it should have.

Those words, though likely meant as a simple inquiry about our next meeting, reminded me that this was, in fact, not a date.

This was a business transaction, and I was just her high-class whore.

Chapter Twenty

Ava

Ientered the luxurious suite, the door closing quietly behind me. The city lights outside twinkled like a sea of diamonds, but I focused entirely on the man waiting for me inside. I was hardly ever nervous before a date, but it had been a while since my last one. Handling the other girl’s affairs and my daily life had taken more time away from clients than I initially expected.

David Pierce stood by the window, tall and composed, exuding authority. He was no ordinary client; he was a senior advisor to the President, a high-ranking official whose role and influence were shrouded in secrecy. I knew his title from the briefing I received, but the specifics of his job remained a mystery.

“Ava,” he greeted, his voice smooth and commanding. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Good evening, Mr. Pierce,” I replied, my voice steady and professional. I’d met powerful men before, but there was something different about him, something that made my pulse quicken just a little.

He extended a hand, gesturing to the seating area. “Shall we?”

I nodded, moving to sit on the plush sofa. He joined me, close enough to feel his presence, but not so close as to crowd me. There was an air of sophistication about him, a quiet intensity that intrigued me.

“I’ve heard you’re exceptional at what you do,” he began, his eyes never leaving mine. “But I want to know more about you, Ava. What drives you? What are your dreams?”

I hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by his genuine interest. Most clients weren’t interested in the person behind the profession. “I’m studying to become a lawyer,” I admitted, surprising myself with how easily the words came out.

His smile widened, a look of admiration in his eyes. “Impressive. It takes a lot of strength to balance two demanding lives.”

I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through me at his praise. “Thank you. It’s not easy, but it’s what I want.”

He leaned in slightly, his gaze turning more intense. “And tonight, I want you to submit to me fully, Ava. Can you do that?”

A shiver ran down my spine at his words, the anticipation building. “Yes, I can,” I replied. My job was exactly that — even if I was the dominant one often. This was a change for me. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing my hair.

“Good. I want to pull your hair. Will you allow me?”

I nodded, unable to speak as he moved closer. His hand tangled in my hair, a firm but gentle tug that sent a wave of sensation through me. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the feeling, surrendering control.

“And,” he murmured, his voice like silk against my ear. “I want to make you cum. But you can’t fake it like I am sure you usually do.” I swallow the lump I hadn’t even noticed formed in my throat, nervous, another feeling I hardly ever felt around clients anymore.

His hand trailed down my body, exploring, teasing. I gasped as his fingers found their way between my legs, his touch skilled and precise. I arched into him, my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

“Tell me, Ava,” he commanded softly, his fingers roaming around with a rhythm that drove me wild. “How does it feel?”

“Good,” I managed to gasp, my body trembling. “So good.” He smiled, his hand retreating suddenly and making me whimper.

“On your knees,” he commands.

I obeyed without hesitation, sinking to my knees on the soft carpet. He rose, standing over me, his expression one of pure authority and power. I’d never been so turned on by a client before, so ready to surrender all control. “Crawl,” he said simply, and I did, following his every move.

We moved into the bedroom, the bed huge and luxurious. He sat on the edge, his eyes never leaving mine. “Clothes off,” he ordered, and I complied, shedding my dress and underwear, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I stood before him, naked and vulnerable, yet never feeling more powerful.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice laced with approval. “Come here.”

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