Page 5 of The Whole Package

"Here?" My voice is laced with disbelief, barely concealing the shock that he expects me to change right here in the limo under his watchful gaze.

"Don't be shy," James coaxes, and his words send a flush of heat crawling up my cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a bit confused," I stammer, feeling embarrassment creep up my neck. "Why the Pier? I assumed we'd be going to a restaurant or a hotel?" The words hung awkwardly between us, but he did invite questions.

"I was asked to make this memorable for you," he replies in an almost too casual tone, and I can't help but gape at him. The silence that follows nudges him to elaborate. "I figured a stunning girl like you deserves the full experience for her first time. We'll hit the Pier, enjoy the rides, grab some food, and then... I'll make love to you." The finality in his voice, the way he articulates those last words, roots me to the spot.

I can't mask the confusion and the whirlwind of emotions his plan stirs within me. "What's in it for you?" The question slips out, my voice barely above a whisper.

"You're mine," he states simply, and the intensity behind those two words sends my pulse racing. "Exclusively. No other clients. Just me." He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I'll be the only one who knows the sound of your pleasure, the only one who experiences you completely."

CHAPTER

FIVE

D i a n a

“Estaremos ahí a las cuatro, mamá.Sí, sí, te lo prometo," I assure her, my voice soft but firm. The familiar words of her blessing linger in the air as I end the call.

"Sorry about that, baby," I apologize, returning to David with a practiced ease. "I hate to take personal calls during our time, but it was important." The phone goes silent on the bedside table, a temporary barrier between me in this space and the person I become once I step out of this room. "Where were we?" I tell him with a sly smirk. He reclines on the bed, his arousal unmistakable, a blatant invitation that I'm all too familiar with.

"Oh, have you been misbehaving while I was gone?" My voice drips with feigned surprise, laced with a sultriness I've perfected over time. He chuckles, a sound filled with anticipation, as his hand moves along his length in a deliberate stroke. "Naughty boys do get punished, you know," I tease, closing the distance between us. My words excite him; I can practically see it in his eyes. He loves this, the dance of power and pleasure, and I'm more than willing to lead.

"What's my punishment, doll?" He asks, and I waste no time to replace his hands with my own as I move up and down his length.

"I don't know if you can handle it," I whisper as I take him in my mouth, the tip of his cock already dripping and ready as I run my tongue along it. He especially loves when I suck him off and my tits are pressed against him; with time, we learn what each client loves, and knowing their preferences is what keeps them coming back.

"Mmm, Diana,fuck," he moans, the words muffled as his hand runs through my hair, pulling me deeper. "You're always so fucking good at this." I smile at his praise, his cock pulsing in my mouth with the compliment, and I know I'll be able to make him come quickly if I keep going like this. His punishment is that he won't be fucking me today, but I don't dare tell him that. Instead, I move my head up and down, the rhythm consistent, as my tongue circles his cock, teasing him.

"Fuck, fuck, I'msoclose, doll," he groans. "You're so fucking good. So fucking good." I moan in response to his compliments, the sound reverberating around his length, and his breath quickens, the telltale signs of his impending climax. And as I feel his body tense, his grip on my hair tightens, and his seed spills into my mouth, hot and sticky. I swallow every drop, relishing the taste and satisfaction that I could give him what he desired. I lift my head and sit up, looking at him, his eyes closed, his breathing still ragged from his orgasm.

"How was that?" I ask, knowing the answer.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he breathes. "You're always amazing. You make me feel so fucking good." I smile, a hint of pride and satisfaction on my face.

"That's what I like to hear, baby. I'm glad I could make you feel good." I don't add that it's exactly what he pays me for; we already know that.

"Thank you," he whispers, his voice soft and genuine. "I needed that." I nod, not wanting him to share details, which I often ask my clients not to do. Although I know others enjoyhearing about their clients' lives, some even offer advice; it's not like that for me. I prefer to keep my professional and personal lives very separate. I stand up, walk toward the bathroom, and turn on the faucet, filling the sink. I take a washcloth, run it under the water, and clean myself up. After a moment, he joins me, standing behind me, and wraps his arms around my waist.

"You're the best, you know that, right?" He says, kissing my neck softly.

"Mmm, thank you," I say, leaning into his touch.

"Seriously, Diana, you're incredible. I don't know what I'd do without you." I go still, unsure how to answer that without hurting his feelings.

"Well, I should let you get back to work, Mr. CEO," I tease. "Wouldn't want you to be late for your meeting." He laughs and shakes his head, his gaze lingering on me.

"You're right. Thank you again. You're the best." I smile and watch him gather his things and leave the hotel room. The moment the door closes, I let out a sigh and shake my head reminding myself to make his next appointment as far away as possible. It seems David is starting to need a little distance from me — and as much as I need the cash, I don't need anyone trying to cross the line.

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"Sorry, sorry, I know I'm late!" My voice echoes through the apartment as I toss my keys on the kitchen counter, hastily going to the bedroom. The heels I clutch don't allow me to forget where I've come home from – not that I'd be able to, regardless. Showering in the hotel room seemed like a time-saving strategy, but as always, it made me late.

"No surprise there," Robert's voice carries from the shower, laced with a familiar, teasing tone that instantly coaxes a smileonto my lips. "Come join me," he calls out, and the invitation sends a twinge of longing through me, tightening my chest with desire and regret.

"No, you'll just make us both later, and I promised my mom we'd be there at four," I call back, even as part of me yearns to give in. My fingers work quickly, unbuttoning my shirt as I strip down to my undergarments. I stand before my closet, sifting through the options, wondering which me I will be today.

"I'll behave," he calls out, but I can hear the mischief in his voice, a playful undertone that I know all too well. His assurance does little to convince me, but still, I step into the bathroom, my bare skin tingling in anticipation.

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