Page 125 of An Unholy Affair
‘Jack?’
He felt his face flushing. ‘It’s where…’
‘I’m listening…’
‘The woman, er, penetrates the man anally, using a strap-on dildo.’
Her mouth fell open. ‘That’s athing?’ she squeaked.
He nodded. This was all going horribly wrong.
‘Have you ever done that before?’ she asked, her voice now audible only to dogs.
He shook his head. ‘No.’
She let out a breath. ‘Oh, thank goodness for that. I’m sure it’s a delightful experience for those who choose to do it, but it really doesn’t sound like my cup of tea. And I have to say how relieved I am you haven’t already done that particular act. If you had, then I would have also had to have a go in order to ensure I was your best, er, “pegger”? Am I using the correct terminology?’
Jack sank his head into his hands.
‘So, can I give it a go then?’
He made an anguished noise. He couldn’t think of anything more mind-blowing than Eveline’s lips around his cock, but something in him held back.
She peeled his fingers from his face and lifted his chin. ‘With your customers, do they do this for you?’
‘Sometimes.’
‘Often?’
‘No.’
Most of his clients came from disappointing and sexless relationships. When talking to them, he was always staggered at just how incompetent and selfish men could be when it came to sex. Jack’s job was to ensure the women who paid for his services received pleasure without any expectation of having to give it. And even if he climaxed, he always remained in control of himself and the interaction.
‘Jack, I want to touch, and lick and suck you until you have an orgasm…’
His breath caught in his throat, his cock thickening.
‘… And I don’t want you to feel it has to be transactional. Does that feel strange to you?’
‘Eveline, you can’t—’
‘Why not? I really want to. It’s one of my fantasies.’
He blinked at her, struggling to comprehend what she was saying.
She placed her hand over the hard bulge in his jeans. ‘I fantasise…’ she began, her cheeks pink. ‘That you’re tied up and completely at my mercy…’
Holy fucking shit.
‘… And I drive you so wild with passion that you lose control. You can’t think anymore, you can’t hold back. All you can do is let go.’
His brain had suspended operations, ceding all power to his cock, which had no issues accepting any of her suggestions.
‘Jack, please, can I do this?’
Couldhe? Even in his most lurid fantasies of Eveline, such a scenario was never in the playbook. Just the thought of it blew his mind. She was staring at him, her eyes bright and excited.
He nodded.
