Page 73 of Their Courtesan
Don’t get me started.Miguel didn’t accept a drink or shake Monica’s hand. He went straight upstairs to Judith’s unlocked bedroom door – which he would soon be locking. No eavesdroppers tonight.
Hell. The little brat could eavesdrop all she wanted. Neither Holly nor Serene would be able to seduce him as long as he was smitten with Judith King, the queen of the heart surging like a fucking tsunami in his chest.
Heavy incense burned in the dimly lit bedroom. It was as it was the first time he came to the Château… when his life was turned upside down by this woman, of all people.
She was supposed to be a fun time, that was all. Maybe his favorite go-to girl in the area. Judith was never, ever meant to be anything more than what Miguel paid her to be.
Yet when he saw her kneeling on her bed behind that sheer curtain, hair down, skin soft, and demeanor so demure that she looked like a new woman… Miguel understood why he was so infatuated with her. There was no helping it. She was perfect.
“Good evening,” she greeted, voice soft and pure.I don’t buy she’s pure for one second.Miguel didn’t want pure, anyway. He wanted experienced and willing. There was little enjoyment indeflowering,regardless of what other men often boasted about. “I trust that you are well this evening… sir?”
Had any woman ever said that word so delicately before?Stop it. Stop making me become someone I haven’t been in a long time.Miguel refused. Both on the grounds that he was a man of logical principle, and with the reassurance that Judith was merely playing a game with him. A game that would get her paid… the most money Miguel had yet to put in her hand.
BDSM with one of these women did not come cheap.
He pulled back the curtain and bit his tongue. There she was, clad in the most tantalizing black negligee he had ever seen. Not just sheer, or lace. Floral appliques covered her mound and nipples, as well as decorated this patch and that fold. For the most part, she was naked, wearing nothing but some black lace over her torso and on top of her hips and thighs. No underwear. The way she knelt, with her hands in her lap and her eyes pointed toward him, made him almost swallow that tongue he bit.
“I’m fine,” he mumbled.
“You look so tense.” Judith crawled forward, her cleavage on full display beneath his gaze. “There must be something I can do for you.” Her fingers grazed his zipper, but did not pull it down. Not without his permission. “Say the word. I am yours to command tonight.”
War raged within Miguel. He came in here determined to simply use her. To pay her for her services – and to keep her mouth shut, if it wasn’t moaning or sucking his cock. He was going to prove to himself and the world that Judith was nothing more than a convenient, gorgeous body for him to use as he saw fit. After all, he paid for her time and efforts. There was supposed to be nothing more to it than that!
On the other side lurked an army declaring their intentions to put many things to rest. Not just sex. All the junk Miguel had stored in the back of his mind and heart for the better part of a decade.
These women were therapists, in their own way. Thing was, most of the men they encountered only wanted sexual therapy. Or for them to stay quiet while they worked through their own issues – balls deep, of course. Miguel couldn’t blame them. How many times had he paid to fuck a woman and used that rush to clear his head and refocus on whatever business was at hand?
“Hold on.” He grabbed Judith’s wrist with one hand and pushed her hair back with the other. Fingers drew lines along her jaw, tipping her chin up and making her stare at him with lips parted. “Not so fast. I want to talk first.”
Had any man said that to her before? The way Judith gaped at him said a hearty no.
“What would you like to talk about, sir?” she asked. Any trace of surprise was gone from her visage. “My ears are open.”
Probably other things were open as well. Miguel distracted himself with a touch to her cheek before succumbing to what was on his mind. “Do you want me, Judith? Tell me the truth. Am I a client to you? Or do you want more from me?”
She cocked her head, lips twitching.What am I doing to her?She played the dumb girl easily enough tonight, but inside she was probably exploding in“What the fuck is this?”Miguel was turning into a nightmare client. Great. “What do you mean?”
“I mean do you want me to be your patron? More than the other man bidding on you.”
The real Judith came back. She sat back on her legs, ignoring his gaze. “I cannot help it. I’ve never seen it go on for this long… I’ve never had two men want me as badly as you two do. Most give up after three rounds of bidding. Either it’s not worth the money, or they realize how silly the whole thing seems.”
“Do you get a choice? Could you tell your madam that you have a preference?”
“Of course I can.” She narrowed her eyes. “You think she hasn’t asked me my preference?”
Naturally, she has.Whoever the other guy was, he apparently could compete in terms of money and class. Even if the other bastard was as rich as Miguel – doubtful, honestly – Monica would have overrode a bid if he was a potential nuisance.I wonder if he’s local.Was that preferable to a guy who wouldn’t even be around for half the month? “Forgive me. I shouldn’t intrude like that.”
Judith’s face softened again. “Look, Miguel, I like you. A lot. You’re one of the best guys I’ve ever had… and there have been…”
“A lot. I know.” Miguel was unfazed “That other guy must be one of the best, too.”
She looked to the painting hanging above her dresser. “He made that for me. He’s a painter. We became close because I model for him. Twice a week, he comes here and paints pictures of me.” Was she blushing?
Was that pissing Miguel off?
I don’t. Get jealous. About their lives.Until he met Judith, Miguel was so laissez faire about the other clients that he couldn’t believe he would be jealous. He hadn’t been jealous about Clive and Serene, right? Right.
So why the fuck was Judith so different? How many men had she been with since Miguel started seeing her? Not this other guy, either… there had to have been other clients who paid for more than general companionship or even a whip and ball grab. What did they do with her? Did they make her face away from them, so they wouldn’t have to look her in the eye while they fucked her? Did they make her get on her knees and gaze at him adoringly while she sucked their cocks? Did they fuck her ass, her tits, her cunt over and over until she couldn’t walk anymore? Did she fake it for them? Or did she like them enough to come on her own? Did they even care if she came, if she liked them? How selfish were these jerks?
