Page 74 of Their Courtesan
They don’t “make” her do anything.He wasn’t just thinking that because of her profession, either. Judith had made it clear the few times they met that she didn’t do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. She had that privilege in her career now. She had to enjoy those men to some extent, even if it was the money that made her enjoy them the most.
Was it even possible that she liked Miguel more than them?
“He sounds like a tender and sensitive man,” Miguel mumbled. “I think you’ve told me that before, though.”
“Probably.” Judith shrugged. “He’s almost the complete opposite of you. He lives a slowed down life. He used to be a doctor. That makes him sound older than he is, though.”
A doctor? Adoctor?Fuck! “Promise me that you would be happy with that man as your patron. If that’s the case, then I won’t sweat this whole thing. I’ll keep bidding until I can’t anymore, Judith, but that’s only because I…”
He stopped. They shared a fleeting look. They both knew what he wanted to say, and Judith was going to bite her lip to hold back whatever wanted to burst from her mouth. “Let’s forget about that,” she said, taking his hand. “Why don’t we do what you really came here to do.”
“You still want to do that?”
“Miguel, I havealwayswanted to do that with you.” Her salacious smile was back. “You set it up, and I’ll get back into the headspace you crushed a few minutes ago. Shouldn’t take me long. The way you barged in here all domineering… fuck me, Miguel, but not before you make sure I know I belong to you tonight.”
Belong. What a powerful, dangerous word.
You will belong to me.He studied the rings hanging above Judith’s bed, easy enough to ignore if one wasn’t into that. Tonight, Miguel was. He rummaged through the chest at the end of her bed and found some leather straps to his liking. Steel handcuffs. A large crop, in case his hand grew tired of spanking her tender flesh. A ball gag. Silk blindfolds. He probably wouldn’t use all of these things tonight, but considering them made the anticipation grow in his gut. The things he would do to her…
Judith was back to acting the sweet submissive by the time Miguel had threaded the straps and connected them with the handcuffs. He took off his suit jacket and draped it across the closed chest. His tie fell on top of the jacket. Judith sat up on her knees and unbuttoned the top of his dress shirt as he reached around and grabbed her ass.
“I’m going to ask you a lot of things tonight,” he whispered in her ear. “I don’t want you to lie. That’s important. Even if you don’t think I want to hear it, tell me the truth.”
“Yes, Mr. Bolivar,” she whispered back. “I would never lie to you, anyway.”
“Do you usually lie to clients?”
She sat back again, surprised. “If I think it benefits me, yes.”
“Let me assure you that lying will not benefit you tonight.”
Judith nodded. “I understand, sir. Your wish is my command.” Somehow, she didn’t giggle when she said that.
Miguel had a lot of wishes. He wished to ravage her, right there – to push her back on the bed and plunge into her, as he had always done… how men had always done. He wished to stroke her tenderly, to listen to her coo and giggle softly. He wished to nibble on her extremities and lick the length of her folds. Her pleasure was as important as his, even if he was running the show.
Most of all, he wished to simply savor the woman that was Judith King. Not as his mistress, not as his means to an erotic end… but as the closest thing to a girlfriend and a confidant that he had possessed in so long.
“We’re going to play a little game,” he announced, snapping her wrists in the handcuffs so she knelt with her arms above her head. “You’re going to tell me something I don’t know about you, and then I will tell you something too. Don’t hold back. If I think you’re holding back…” He held up the crop. “I’ll encourage you to be more forthcoming. Take that as you will.”
“Yes, sir.” Her head and chest remained high. She sucked in her breath to feel the crop caress her hardening nipple through the lace of her negligee. “What do you want to know?”
“Have you ever been in love before? Real love.”
Judith was the master of her demeanor, and yet even she could not completely hide how off-guard that question made her. “Not really. There have been a lot of men that I was fond of, but I couldn’t say I loved any of them. That’s the thing about my business. I’ve been in it for so long that I’ve distanced myself from those kinds of emotions. They don’t exactly make me money.”
The crop caressed her other nipple. Her reward for telling him the truth.I had thought as much.“Have you ever considered retiring?”
She smirked. “I thought we were going to exchange tales.”
“When I’m done asking you questions, I’ll tell you a story that I’ve never told anyone else in my life.”
Her ears perked at that. “I don’t want to retire. I love my job. Even if I fell in love with someone… like that… I don’t know if I could ever leave this job. No man would ever let me keep hooking, though.”
Miguel already wanted to get away from that question. He put distance between her answer and his next question by running the crop up and down her left breast, watching it rise, drop, and rise again. Her lips sucked into her mouth as she held in a groan.
“What do you like most about me, Judith? Why do you look forward to seeing me?” He lightly tapped her areola. She released her breath with a heavypuff.“Be sure to tell me the truth. I don’t want to hear what youthinkI want to hear.”
She was silent for a moment. Coming up with her answer? Was she going to lie? Would she have to be punished?
