Page 15 of The Perfect Bargain

“Open your mouth for me, baby,” he commanded. I gave him an innocent, wide-eyed look, knowing it turned him on the most when I acted like that, with my dark makeup and batting lashes. My lips were painted a deep blood-red, his favorite. Obediently, I opened my mouth wide as he shoved his cock into the back of my throat without warning. I gagged and tried to pull back, but he held my head in place, and I relaxed my throat as much as I could while he held me firmly against his crotch, his arms wrapped tightly around my head.

He finally loosened his grip, allowing me to catch my breath before pulling me down again onto his entire length. He thrust deeply in and out a few more times. Gasping for air, I coughed and sputtered as he gave me a moment to breathe.

“Let’s take this to the bathroom today. I’ll wash you up,” he said firmly. I quickly wiped away any traces of saliva from my chin and followed him into the bathroom.

We both climbed into the empty bathtub, our skin bare and exposed. I positioned myself on my knees once again. He thrust his cock into my mouth forcefully, reaching down to touch my forehead with his stomach each time.

“Your throat is so tight, it’s driving me wild. You’re amazing, all mine,” he praised, tugging and twisting at my nipples. The sensation made me moan and become even wetter around histhrobbing member. He held me in place as he demanded that I looked up at him, with his entire length buried deep in my mouth and his balls resting on my chin. With makeup running down my face and lipstick smeared everywhere, I knew he enjoyed being the reason for my disheveled appearance; it gave him a sense of control that he craved. As he turned on the water, he gently washed every inch of my body, taking extra care to caress and clean me thoroughly. His lips moved to my breasts, suckling them tenderly before dropping to his knees in front of me.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to finish you off?” I asked, watching as he planted kisses along the inside of my thigh.

“Not yet,” he replied, spreading my legs open and placing one on top of the tub’s edge. His mouth moved to my center, causing me to groan in pleasure as his tongue danced along my clit. He held me steady as he devoured me like it was his job, and I couldn’t help but wonder why his wife didn’t allow him to do this to her. It felt like pure bliss and ecstasy.

He left the bathroom first, and by the time I finished drying myself off and joined him in the bedroom, he was already lying on the bed with his legs spread and a pillow supporting his lower back as he stroked his growing cock. He motioned for me to come closer with a sly smile, and I knew exactly what he wanted. As I crawled onto the bed, he spread his legs even further apart, and I placed my hands on his firm ass cheeks, parting them to reveal his taint and hole. His grip tightened on my head as I began licking and exploring every inch of him. His moans grew louder and more desperate as I continued to use my tongue to pleasure him.

“You’re amazing,” he gasped, “I love you so much. I want to be deep inside of you,” he gasped, and I moved my mouth away from his entrance. Sam was a frequent visitor, and I knewexactly what he desired to reach climax. I was happy to satisfy him in all of his desires.

“Yes, baby,” I moaned, positioning myself on top of him on the bed. His erection was hard and ready, and I knew he wouldn’t last long as I slid him inside of me.

“Oh God,” he groaned, and I threw my head back in pleasure as he filled me completely.

It only took a few thrusts before I heard him moan even louder and felt his hands gripping my waist tightly as he released inside of me.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, and I couldn’t help but smile at him because, in moments like these, I truly believed that I was.

Chapter Nine

Lily

It didn’t shock me when James turned out to be my client once more tonight. I’d brought it up with Ava, who confirmed that while it’s not the norm, it’s not entirely rare for us to be singled out by one client.

Yet, even Ava raised an eyebrow when James made it clear he wanted me and only me, barring any other clients from my schedule. That was a curveball.

Sitting across from him in an upscale restaurant far removed from our initial encounter, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that maybe everything up until now had been a carefully orchestrated act. My hand wrapped around the glass of whiskey he’d ordered for me, not my usual choice, but tonight it seemed fitting. I took a hefty swallow, immediately regretting it as the liquid fire made me cough and sputter, much to James’s amusement.

His soft chuckle broke the ice, and I found the courage to meet his gaze. He gestured subtly to my glass, a silent question hanging in the air.

“Why force it down if it’s not your thing?” he asked, an eyebrow cocked in amusement. My shrug was less elegant than I intended, a clumsy admission of my discomfort.

“You picked it out,” I replied, a hint of defensiveness creeping into my voice.

His inquiry was simple yet thoughtful. “What’s your go-to drink then?”

“Wine,” I confessed, softer this time.

With a casual gesture, he summoned the waiter, requesting a glass of wine on my behalf. When his gaze returned to mine, there was an unexpected warmth in his smile. “Just say the word, Lily. That’s all it takes.”

“Thanks,” I murmured, feeling relief and curiosity at this unexpected gesture of kindness.

“How do you feel about your new path, Lily?” His inquiry caught me off guard. There he was, hands clasped beneath his chin, his expression one of genuine curiosity.

“Are you asking if I’m enjoying my job?” I asked, a hint of wariness in my tone.

His laughter was brief but light. “Not exactly. I’m more interested in your perspective on the ethics of it all.”

The question sent a jolt through me. “Why would you ask that?”

He chuckled once more, but a depth in his gaze made my pulse race. “I’m not here to judge you, Lily. I’m genuinely intrigued. Do you see yourself finding contentment or pleasure in this work? Could it be something you grow fond of, or is it just a means to an end for you? Will you one day walk away with your savings and look back on this as nothing more than a fleeting nightmare?”

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