“No, listen,” she snaps and then smiles as she fixes her hair. “He’s… very influential. An acquaintance of my husband-type-of-important.”
That meant he was richer than God, but it also meant that there would be confidentiality up the ass. Most of those entitled fuckers had wives at home or careers they couldn’t risk finding out they paid for sex.
Emery continues. “He requested a submissive, but one with a bit of backbone.”
“A brat.” I narrow my eyes.
She shrugs. “Sure, but he was very clear that he didn’t want a girl who is simply playing submissive. He wants to build a full-time partnership and requests your schedule completely blacked out.”
A blackout would mean I couldn’t accept any more clients, and I have to pause any clients I’m currently with. “Does he know I don’t do blowjobs? How much?”
“He does. He assured me that wouldn’t be a problem,” Emery pauses, shifting her leg over her knee. “He offered a two million contract, but with some stipulations.”
I blink, convinced I hadn’t heard her right. “Two million?”
“Yes, but paid in installments. You get a quarter of it every three months you stay with him. The first night would be one hundred, even if either of you choose to part ways.”
“He wants a trial before committing?” I frown. It isn’t an unfamiliar concept, but it’s a little unheard of when you’re paying for your pleasure.
Emery’s lips thin, and she doesn’t answer for a moment. “If I’m going to be honest, I think he’s looking for a little more but hasn’t figured out what.”
If he runs in Tyler’s circle, then I can assume he has heard of how Emery and him met. I hope he isn’t hoping for the same, I’m happy with the way my life is. I don’t need a relationship offeelingsto fuck that up. “But standard contract rules? I can pull out anytime.”
“Yes, but he won’t be obligated to pay the full amount.” She nods and then sighs before standing and straightening her skirt. “I need to go pick up Melody. Text me questions, and we’ll review them when I bring over the contract. I think Melody is staying the night at the company’s suite. Tomorrow is okay to come by?”
I shrug with a roll of my eyes. “It’s your apartment,Boss.”
Emery smirks. “Excellent. See you then, my oh-so-favoriteemployee.”
Brina
Strip to only lingerie. Don the blindfold and then get into a comfortable position in the center of the bed.
Ireadthetextagain, swallowing down my nerves as I peer around the hotel room. It’s an expensive suite close to Wall Street. Something one of the finance bros would rent out for a quickie at lunch so their wife never catches on. I can’t help but grimace since I’m not always a fan of the fact that I might be contributing to cheating, but money is money.
If I didn’t have an abundance of trust that Emery would screen the hell out of him, I would have said fuck this guy. And there was also the fact that he was offering a lot of money. It’s been months since the initial discussion, and I’ve been stuck in limbo since then. I wasn’t impatient at first since I needed to wait for the second round of my health screening results from my previous clients.
But, there had been a slight disappointment as the weeks passed that the potential client had retracted his year-long offer. I had been an idiot to walk away from the deal Tyler Hastings had offered, but I knew I could not handle a job that purely involved oral sex.
I take off my black jeans and oversized Nirvana T-shirt. I had gone with comfort to conceal the sheer black teddy underneath. The intricate lace adds an element of seduction. The halter straps are tied at the base of my neck. And it snaps closed over my pussy. Folding my clothes, I set them on the chair next to the bed, stripping off my socks and Converse. I wiggle my painted black toes, smiling as they dig into the soft rug.
I move to the front of the bed, my smile widening when I see the black silk blindfold waiting near the edge. Points to him for matching my theme unknowingly. I crawl onto the mattress and wrap the fabric around my face. Folding my legs under my knees, I sit on my feet and straighten my back. I rest my palms on my thighs.
Time moves differently when you cannot track it. I try to count to sixty, but after the third time, I give up. I let my thoughts drift to what shoes I can get with this money and how to rearrange my closet when the door finally opens. Barely audible footsteps pad across the floor, and my stomach turns.
“Brina?” The deep timbre of the voice has shivers dancing across my skin. My nipples harden in anticipation.
I nod slowly. I wasn’t given his name to confirm, but the readily available supplies on the bed were enough. The blindfold and concealed identity quieted his apprehension since it’s his first time hiring an escort, according to Emery.
He doesn’t respond, and I don’t feel him move closer. I shift, trying to ease the stiffness in my shoulders and back. My skin prickles in the middle of my forehead, above my nose, and between my eyes. The air thickens, and I can smell a very expensive cologne with a hint of oranges.
“Remind me of your hard stops.” His breath brushes against my collarbone, and I inhale sharply. My nipples harden to a point of pleasurable pain, and I try to calm my racing heart. This isn’t the first time I’ve been blinded, but god, his presence alone makes him sound andfeelsexy. And I am desperate for a peek. Emery had me prepare a list of what I wouldn’t agree to while we signed the preliminary contract for our audition night.
“Absolutely no blowjobs.”
He hums. A stroke of something soft caresses the valley between my breasts, and my fingers curl into my legs. I wasn’t sure what he was using on me, but it was like a riding crop, if I had to guess. “What else?”
I lick my drying lips as he drags the teasing touch up to the dip in my throat. “No knife or blood play. You don’t break my skinever.”