Page 131 of Doubts & Fears

“So much, and if she keeps it up, she’s likely to feel my hand on her backside,” I growled. She squirmed in my lap, rubbing against my throbbing cock.

“All of our girls go through training, then a trial period. She can’t be placed into the system until she’s been put through her paces to ensure she’s ready. It’s work. She’s going to be a new escort.” Sebastian took pity on her.

“An escort? You own an escort agency, too?” she asked, her tone curious.

“Yes, we’re all co-owners. We’re also in the process of opening a BDSM club, hence where Allison’s training comes in. She’s expressed an interest in both areas of employment.”

“Your escorts have sex with clients and engage in BDSM with them as well? Isn’t that illegal?” she asked.

“The rules over here are different, so yes, our girls engage in sexual activity. All consensual,” he answered.

Her body relaxed as I caressed her upper thighs. She instinctively moved her legs farther apart and leaned her head on my shoulder.

“Do you have no one else who can…well, you know, who can teach your girls?” she breathed.

“We do. However, not in the states,” Sebastian replied.

“Do you have women who teach?”

“Why? Are you currently looking for a job?” he teased.

“Well, of course not. But I find the concept of teaching intriguing,” she murmured.

“Would you like to teach Allison something?” Sebastian asked with a straight face.

“Are you implying that I couldn’t?”

“Tiny tot, I’m told you have limited experience in the way of men,” he said.

“Wonderful, so you’re a part of the ‘no secret untold’ Death Squad. Tell me, do you have a tattoo as well?”

He took his T-shirt off, showing her the tattoo that covered the left side of his chest. It was a skeleton embracing a woman, fingers wrapped around her ass. She was tied up, Shibari style, and blindfolded.

“Wow, that makes a statement, doesn’t it? And the ever-present sense of death makes you another skullish member. This now makes, what? Five official members of the Death Squad. How many more of you are there?”

“That’s it, I promise, malyshka.”

“Well, Sebastian, I’ll have you know that what I may lack in experience, I more than make up for in knowledge.” Kinsley held her head high.

“Is that so? Do you think knowledge outweighs experience, then?” He was having fun with this. I let my fingers trail down her stomach, getting closer to her center. She sucked in her breath.

“Please, go on. Answer him,” I ordered her. She shifted so that my hands were directly over her pussy—impatient little shit.

“I wouldn’t say that specifically. However, I’d argue knowledge is a powerful tool. Without it, you won’t know when to pivot to enhance the experience,” she said confidently.

I stroked her over her panties, and she sighed, so I continued to tease her. Her hand wound around my neck, and she started playing with my hair.

“Go on, then, give me an instance when you would use your vast knowledge to enhance an experience,” he said, clearly amused.

“Super easy. Say I was engaged in fellatio—”

Sebastian cut her off, erupting in laughter.

“I don’t see what’s so funny, Mr. I Own An Escort Agency. That’s the technical term for it, isn’t it? Would you prefer me to restate it?” She flinched as I pinched her inner thigh, warning her to watch her tone.

“Yes, please, by all means, restate it. I’d love to hear you say it if you can, tiny tot,” he said, nicknaming her officially.

“If I was currently sucking your cock—”

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