Page 36 of Black Velvet

Well, technically, she is on duty right now. And she knows that.

"I know you hate to hear it," she stutters. "But I still think I should apologize to you. This... this should not have happened. You're not paying to have a girl faint in your arms after you have done nothing but—"

"Shut up," I interrupt her, fury boiling within me. There it is again. Her escort persona is trying to take over, robbing me of the beautiful scene I was just honored to witness.

Fuck that.

"I got exactly what I wanted," I tell her, and she turns her face up to me, casting me a disbelieving look.

"But—"

"Stop doubting me. I hate that," I snarl at her.

She's still naked, the aftermath of what just happened still visible on her flushed face. Her marvelous body is spread out beneath me, still within reach, her pussy still hot and wet. She's still available to me, still willing to serve.

Toowilling to serve.

I'm losing wood with every moment that passes now that she's returning to the person I asked her not to be. I could have her. I could tell her to lie down and spread her lean legs wide for me. She would do it without hesitation. She would offer herself like a gift, happy to please her client.

But I don't want that. And I don't want her like that.

Shit, I should have fucked her when things were still right, when we were still in the moment, and she was the girl I wanted her to be. I should have done it then. Because I no longer can. Not tonight.

"How are you feeling?" I ask her.

Her eyes are glistening when she looks up at me. Is she about to cry? Why would she cry?

"F-Fine," she stammers. Her lips are trembling and she looks like there's more she wants to say, but for some reason she doesn't. Instead, she clears her throat and looks away, trying to ignore the single tear that's rolling down her cheek.

"It's just hormones," she says matter-of-factly, wiping away the tear in a swift move. "Don't be bothered by it."

Bothered by it? What is wrong with this girl? Why is she crying?

"Are you sure you're okay?"

She nods fiercely. "Yes. I'm fine."

I don't believe her. She's lying; even an idiot can see that. Whatever it is that's bothering her, she doesn't want to share it with me. It eliminates any thoughts about doing anything else with her tonight.

"Get dressed," I tell her.

Her eyes widen in shock and her mouth opens in a soundless O.

"You didn't do anything wrong," I assure her. "It's not your fault. But we're done for tonight."

"No," she objects, regarding me with a panicked face as she shakes her head. "I can't let you go like that. Let me at least give you a blowjob!"

I huff with disgust. The fact that she thinks she owes me something is nauseating.

"Stop acting like a paid escort," I bark at her, regretting my harsh tone a moment later when I see the pain my words inflicted expressed on her face. I didn't want to hurt her. Of course she's acting like a whore, because that's all she knows and because that's what she's here for tonight.

"And let me go?" I add, hoping to lighten the mood with a chuckle. "You're adorable."

I rise up to my feet and stretch my hand out to help her up. She accepts the offer and gets back up on her feet, still shaking a little when she straightens up next to me. Strands of her platinum hair are sticking to her sweaty face, and she tries her best to get them out of the way.

"This isn't right," she says, her voice sounding weak and somewhat distant. "You didn't get anything out of this. It's like I'm the client and you're—"

"Elene," I interrupt her again, placing my index finger on her pouty lips. "You listen to me now. I got what I wanted tonight—or rather, a glimpse of what I want. You're a good girl, but you're tarnished. You have a lot to offer, but I'm not here to get a taste of your standard menu."

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