Page 33 of Lost Room Lawyer
Hector reached his hand out to stop me from inflicting more pain on myself. “You’re hurting yourself,” he said, his voice soft and dark.
Yes, I hurt myself every time I dug my nails into my skin. It was a stupid habit I hadn’t been able to break. It was linked to a vulnerability that few would expect from me, but since I had that writer’s block, I had been moving through a world where I felt overwhelmed and lost.
Maybe that’s why I wasn’t afraid to keep pushing boundaries, knowing that I didn’t belong here and thus had nothing to lose. Each time I inflicted pain on myself in some way, I was reminded that this was all just research, and I would be back on track, the writer I wanted to be, who had just gone astray.
Hector massaged my lips with his thumb several times. I stared at him, holding my breath while admiring the stubble shadow on his chin. Yesterday, he had been freshly shaved. Today, he looked wicked and dangerous.
My heart raced, and I swallowed. Hector’s proximity took my breath away. Not daring to touch him, I continued to stroke my cock. The nudity I felt seemed strange, but also very erotic.
“And what do you want to do now?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
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What did I want to do? It was a great question that triggered a wave of panic through me.
What should I have done? What was I allowed to do?
If it were up to Nico and the throbbing arousal in my pants, the answer was clear. But at that moment, my mind rebelled, overpowering me and forcing me to step back.
With the callboys, everything was so simple. Sex for money. No commitments. Just a secret. Even when Luca asked me why I hired callboys when I could get it for free, my answer was simple. Paying for something kept me away from all the problems Luca had to deal with not too long ago.
Callboys were professionals, much like myself—providers of one of humanity’s oldest trades. Over the years, I had learned how to accept that reality. But with Nico, I knew I had already gone too far, and the fear that followed was overwhelming.
The sex last night had been incredible, if not better than any I’d had before. What accusations did I hurl at myself this morning when I woke up beside Nico?
You can still fix this, I told myself.It was just a slip. A one-time thing. Nothing more.
But here I was now, in Canonica’s luxurious kitchen, with a throbbing cock and burning desire, unable to tear my gaze away from Nico’s naked body. If what we had done last night was forbidden, then I had no idea what this was.
Nico’s nonchalant smile and the sparkle in his eyes made me shudder again.
Yes, what do I want?
Nico parted his lips and pushed his jaw forward slightly. He knew exactly how erotic he was and played with me. A crackling sensation took over my whole body and fueled my desire.
“So you want to be punished,” I said in a deeper voice than usual.“That can be done.”
“And how are you going to do that?”
His defiance made my stern facade crumble, and I gave in to the smile. I would never have admitted he had me wrapped around his finger when he asked if there were cameras here. The fact that we were in a stranger’s house made everything even more exciting.
I was a lawyer and fought daily for justice, but this was so forbidden!
Drawn in by Nico’s mouth, I moved closer until I felt his breath on my lips.
“Punishing you requires control,” I whispered. “I’m about to lose it.”
I felt as if I were hanging off a cliff, clinging to the last blades of grass. When Nico extended his tongue and touched the tip of my lips, a frigid sensation ran down my spine, and my breath caught. My mind went blank, and I fell.
I grabbed Nico, lifted him onto the kitchen island, and kissed him passionately. When he slid his hand inside my pants and I felt his warm skin on my cock, an intense surge of lust washed over me.
Startled, I moved away from Nico and wrestled with my guilty conscience. I wanted this, no doubt, but I also wanted to punish him for driving me completely out of my mind.
“No,” Nico begged, reaching out to me with longing. “Don’t stop.”
