Page 12 of Their Courtesan
“Understand this, Judith.” The impact of his voice blasted through her.Okay, so, maybe you should fuck me?“I’m going to have my complete way with you tonight. I’ll be gentle when necessary. For the most part? I am here to fuck you, on my terms. Tell me to stop if you must. Otherwise, you are mine through the night, and I fully intend to get my money’s worth.”
Her knees trembled. “Of course, sir,” she whispered, and not even on purpose. Sometimes a man could bring that out. “I’m not afraid.”
A quick jolt of surprise overtook his face. It diminished soon after.
“Didn’t say you were,” he muttered. “Get on the bed.”
Judith stole a quick breath to psych herself up. Not that she often needed coaxing into bed, even by the worst of clients. She knew the difference between work andrealsexual experience. Men paid her for her time, her services, and yes, her body. None of those were a big deal to her, as long as they weren’t a danger otherwise, but she also knew that there was a big difference between a man who ordered her around because it gave him a cheap thrill and one who did so because it waswho he was.
She felt that latter point now. Felt it so deep in her body that she automatically went to her bed before Miguel could tell her twice.
“Well?” she said, draping herself across her large, luxurious bed. “I’m charging you a pretty penny for tonight, Mr. Bolivar. Every little thing you do to me. Every hour we spend together.” She made akachingsound. “Right on your black AmEx.”
He snorted, tearing his shirt open and kicking his trousers off. “You make it sound like it means anything to me. Just because I say I’m getting my money’s worth doesn’t mean I’m going to be angry. The money doesn’t mean anything to me.” He pushed her down. Crawled on top of her. Brought his nose so close to hers that she could hear every breath moving through his muscular body. “Making sure I enjoy myself after coming out all this way? That matters to me. Time is more valuable than money. I don’t spend my time like I spend my money.”
He could. That was the important thing.
“Fuck me,” Judith said. She meant it, too. “I don’t say that to just anyone… and not charge them for it.”
Clients were funny things. The kind of man who came to the Château was usually looking for a full experience. The service. The seduction. The role-play. The kink. If they were regulars, it was because they felt comfortable here, or because they fancied a certain girl or two. Love rarely happened. Men thought they were in love, but that was their cocks talking, and the love quickly faded once they descended the mountain. Judith didn’t care about this. Her capacity tolovewas fairly skewed by now. It had to be, to do what she did.
So far, Miguel did not fit the profile of the usual guy who came up here. He was rich and demanding, even in his subtle way, yes, but he hadn’t wanted Judith to do anything other than make herself sexually available to him.Why is he paying for this? It’s not like he knew of me and had to have me.That had happened twice so far.If he wanted a quick and dirty lay, he could have gone to any hotel lounge and picked up a hottie for the night.
She didn’t have much more time to think. Miguel intended to do more than have her tonight – he was going toconsumeher.
Damn! Judith didn’t often get tossed around like this in bed. Not by someone who also made sure to ask if she was all right here and there. How sweet, if not slightly infuriating. Did he have to ruin the moment? If Judith was going to fuck a handsome chap like Miguel Bolivar, she at least wanted to throw herself into the moment. She didn’t even have to fantasize about someone else to get through it or to come in time – for few clients cared about ensuring her pleasure.
Here this man was. Big, bold, and beautiful in the only way a man of his standing could be. He kissed her so ferociously that she whimpered against his mauling lips. He forced her legs apart, rubbing his fingers against her slit, her clit, dipping deep into her cunt and hissing how much he loved feeling how warm and wet it was. That made Judith clench. Her internal walls, that is.
“Fuck,”Miguel moaned, and Judith half wished he would slip into another language. Instead, she got that thick, gorgeous accent that was becoming more prevalent the more they engaged in this scene. “You want it, do you? You want to take me on?”
Even in her growing haze, Judith knew he meant taking on his thick and long cock. “Yes.” One hand went to her clit, rubbing it as he continued to drive two of his fingers inside of her.Just a little farther and you’ll hit my G-spot. Come on. I dare you.Judith moaned, the ceiling beginning to spin – and her eyes weren’t even open. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“You keep saying that. Why?”
Now this man was asking her questions like that during sex he paid for? Curious. Judith wanted to fuck now. “There’s a reason you requested a woman who wasn’t intimidated by your friend Mr. Johnson. Trust me, sir. I’ll let you know if I can’t handle it. I think you might be surprised, though. You think you’re the first big dick to come waltzing in here? Please. Don’t be so kind to your ego.”
She played a dangerous game. If she bruised his ego too much, she might ruin the night, and there went her nice paycheck. On the other hand? It could work in her favor, and she had a good feeling that Miguel was the kind of man who wanted to hear that, whether he knew it or not.
It had the effect she wanted. Within two more seconds, Miss Judith King, one of the highest paid ladies of the night in America, was at the mercy of a son of Monaco.
He didn’t even fuck her yet. Not with hiscock.He was inside of her nonetheless, slamming his fingers in deep, hard. His other arm cradled her against his chest, where she spent all of her moans and gasps of pleasure. Because this guy? Thisguy?He knew how to finger a woman. Even jaded ones like Judith.
He’s doing it to get you wet enough to take him.How nice of him, she supposed. The more they played, the more she realized he probably hired his girlfriends because they didn’t ask questions and had experience in these things. Judith certainly did. A guy with a fuckton of money walked in and said, “I’m going to fuck you, and you will do what I say?” She would more than likely drop her panties right there and ask him what position he wanted her in.
“Don’t lie to me,” Miguel growled, as Judith shuddered in his arms with a little wail. Two of his fingers were lodged so deep inside of her that her core had no choice but to hold on to them with every drop of strength it had. “I don’t want to hear your fake moans. If you don’t like it, you can tell me. I’ll dictate what we do, but I’m not going to waste my time unless I’m getting the real deal out of you.”
Waste time.Waste time.
“I’m not lying!” Judith clutched his chest. Those dark hairs brushed against her fingertips, enticing her to inhale his masculine scent.Some of me is in that too.Every time he pulled a finger out of her, that became more apparent. “Don’t believe me? Put your face down there and see for yourself.”
If Judith talked back enough, she might get to charge him for some punishing. A round of spanking was an easy grand to make. And hot.
She didn’t actually think Miguel would go down on her. The only men who willingly did that were the submissive beta males who wanted to serveher.Miguel was not that type. Not to say the dominant types didn’t love to eat some pussy, but they didn’t pay women for the honor. There was that one guy who specifically visited to fuck Judith after she had been with another man – and hadn’t washed up. He was an anomaly. A funny one, but an anomaly.
Yet she was soon tossed back onto her bed, legs pulled apart once more so Mr. Bolivar could dive between them and taste what he had done to her.
Fuck it. Judith was going to ride this pony until it didn’t go anymore.
