Page 88 of Their Courtesan
Judith’s cheeks flushed with heat.Why does he always have to be so sincere?Made it harder to do her job. Because at the end of the day, this was a job and nothing more.
She frowned to think it.
“My love,” he murmured in her ear. “Do you mind if I call you that?”
Don’t make it complicated, Seth.The words “You shouldn’t” crept to her lips, but Judith couldn’t bring herself to say them. She didn’t want to… want to… what? Let him down because she had many men who called her that?
She briefly thought of Miguel, who had declared his love for her at the height of pleasure not too long ago. She had barely heard from him since. Something about being detained in Monaco for ongoing business. So he sent her postcards. Postcards! Each one signed “Affectueusement, Miguel.” Judith’s French was rusty in the world of correspondence, but she was pretty sure that meant some form of love.
I was in the moment with him. I don’t really love him. Not like that.She told herself that one more time before finally responding to Seth. “You can call me whatever you want.”
“Likewise.”
While the stereo continued to play, Judith took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. “I want to scream your name a bit. Mind?”
How many times did they have sex over the past several weeks? At least a couple dozen. So why was the man turning white at her proposal?
Judith left the bedroom door open before sitting on the edge of his king-sized bed and beckoning for him to come get her. She knew for a fact that he could get hard again, regardless of how long ago that hummer in the kitchen was.
She wasn’t good with words. Best to take that back. Judith was aproat words. She could sweet talk any man and get him to open his wallet and zipper for her. That was easy. What she couldn’t do was in turn impartherfeelings to someone. What feelings? Judith did her best to keep them quashed in the bottom of her chest, where they wouldn’t bother anyone, least of all her. So when Seth wanted to get all wordy and pet namey on her earlier, the first thing she thought of was having sex. Sex was the perfect way to convey whatever it was she felt. Judith didn’t even need to understand her feelings. All she did know was that she liked it when Seth shared his body with hers…
She also liked it when he gently pushed her down and knelt between her legs.
Like anything else, Judith charged men for the privilege of going down on her. Not as much as she charged to do it to them, of course, but no sex act went by without a charge of some kind. Most men didn’t bother. They weren’t there to please her, to celebrate her body or what it could do. If in doubt, get lube. Judith was never in a hurry to see men as selfish as that again – unless their pocketbooks were huge – but she always took the time to remember the men who asked if they could give to her like she gave to them.
Today, she wasn’t charging Seth for anything other than the date. That had been arranged through Monica, who said to treat this outing as if she were with her patron and only taking the monthly fee. And the dick, but whatever.
The way Seth made love to her down there, however, was unlike anything she had experienced with a client in her many years in this career. The few who had ever made a show of eye contact and the languid kind of licks that sent a girl into the stratosphere were usually doing it for their own egos… to prove that they were viable lovers for a woman as experienced as her. It wasn’t actuallyforher. With Seth, she felt like…
Felt like…
She cried his name, legs shaking around his head and hands snatching his hair. Rare for her to come that hard from oral. Most men weren’t that careful.
Her brain was sufficiently fried by the time he climbed onto the bed with her, asking if she was ready for him. How the hell could she not be? She had been ready for hours. Days. Years, without realizing it. Almost fifteen years in this business, and she was now discovering a man who actuallymade loveto her.
Not that it mattered. He was a client, first and foremost. A potential source of major income, and not in the marrying him sense.If I did marry him, though, I would be set for life.A doctor’s money? Who gave a fuck if he never made a cent off the paintings! The man was so careful with his money that it would last forever.
Oh my God, why am I thinking about marrying him?Because he was on top of her? Because he was tearing off their clothes and thrusting inside her on his bed? How long had he been waiting to have her here? In his den of the bachelor life? How fucking long? Did he think about her every day? Did he touch himself to her, and only her?
How long would such revelry last?
Don’t think. Just do.
Judith threw herself into sex with a lot more abandon than she usually did. She knew that she was safe in Seth’s arms. She could let her guard down. Judith didn’t have to worry about him going where he shouldn’t, or that she had to brace herself for something uncomfortable. Seth wasn’t an asshole. He didn’t think she owed him her body because she paid her money for sexual services. In fact, the only reason he even paid her for anything was because he had been drawn to her… in some artistic fashion.
Begging didn’t come naturally to her. She often had to remind herself to do it for clients, particularly those who paid for her to act that way. With Seth, all he had to do was rock effortlessly into her, and she begged for him to go deeper, faster,harder.The man was as good rough as he was delicate.I hate men like that.They threatened to make her fall for them. Not that one ever succeeded.
This is what it feels like to have sex because you really want to, isn’t it?
The thought had barely entered her head before she came, her body clinging to his, refusing to let him go.
“Please…” She didn’t know what she was begging for now, but she was down from her high and still needed him. The idea that he could leave her, even just physically… what kind of torture had the universe devised?
“Do you want me, my love?” he asked, still hard and in desperate need of his own climax.I can help you with that.Fuck her again, would he?I want to ride this bastard until I fall off the steed.At the rate things were going, Judith would fuck him all damn night. “Or is it all an act?”
Judith wrapped one hand around his neck, bringing him down to her lips, to her whole body. “I’m good, but I’m notthatgood,” she said. No way could she force herself to act like this with a normal client. That required a level of skill unheard of even to her. “I want you, Seth. Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours for the taking.” The plundering, the ravaging, the defiling…
When Judith wanted a man to rough her up in bed a little, she damn well meant it!
