Page 8 of Becoming His

Her eyes go round. “NO!”

I shrug. “I don’t care either way. One of my best clients is married. He takes off his ring, as if that makes it better. But you can’t hide a tan line, buddy. Money is money.”

“You don’t care that they’re using you to cheat?”

I sit, taking off the shoes and putting them safely back in the bag and box. I take a moment to answer. “I do, and I don’t. I’m not the one who made the commitment to someone. I’m simply doing my job, I have a right to make a living.”

“I have a potential new client. He wants me to call him Daddy, and now I’m just wondering if…” She sips her water, watching the ripples as she fidgets with the cup in her hand.

Sighing, I clutch my prize to my chest and grimace when I try to offer some encouragement. I’m sure she won’t last long either way. “Ignorance is bliss. The less you know, the less you wonder.”

I walk a few steps before pausing again and glancing over my shoulder. “I know Emery states in our contract that an orgasm is required by the men, but it’s your body and your time. If you just want it over with, don’t force it. Some men… they wouldn’t know what to do even with instructions.”

The echoing of my heels down the hallway makes me regret my outfit. Aiden requested me to visit his office tonight. Though the building is fairly empty when I arrive, I feel a flicker of insecurity in my tight navy pencil skirt and white blouse. I chose one of my thinner black Louboutins to pair with.

A faint glow at the long stretch of windowed walls is like a beacon of light, leading me straight to my wicked savior. I’ve never worked with a man like him before, most prefer impact play and focusing on their preferences to get themselves off. Sometimes they make sure I come before they fuck me, but generally, it’s a quick release with a vibrator while their dick is still lodged inside.

When I reach the open door, Aiden works at a large desk. His face is twisted in annoyance as he flips through the papers in front of him. His dark hair is tousled as if his hands have been pulling through it. I knock softly on the doorframe. His head snaps up to me, and whatever grievances of the day he’s been holding onto melt away.

His heated eyes roam down my outfit, his appreciation clear as his thumb swipes along his bottom lip. He pats the desk in front of him. “Take a seat, little one.”

I walk into the room, sliding into the spot he specified, and cross my legs.

Aiden tsks, his hand pushing my legs apart. His fingers caress down the skin of my thigh before he finds my wet, warm center. He hums. “Look at you, so perfect. I didn’t even have to tell you not to wear panties.”

Placing a heel on each armrest of his chair, I widen my legs further and scoot to the edge, drawing my skirt to my hips. He pushes two fingers inside me, and I drop onto my elbows across the entire desk with a moan.

“Did you buy your new shoes for me or someone else?” he asks, pumping his fingers as his thumb rubs at my clit.

My eyebrows pinch together as I try to focus on what he said as he works my body as skillfully as he did last time. “How did you know I bought new shoes?”

Aiden is silent, moving his hand leisurely, and I lift my head to look at him. His gaze is on my pussy before it rises to meet mine.

My mouth drops open. “Are you having me followed?” I move to pull away from him.

His jaw ticks, and his hands grab my thighs, pressing them down and holding me in place. “You do not get to be someone of my stature without making enemies. I can guarantee you if you ask Emery, her husband has people on her at all times, too.”

I frown, still trying to get away from his hold till a sharp smack on my pussy has me arching in an unfamiliar ache of pain and exhilaration.

“If you think I’m letting you go, you’re severely mistaken.” His voice is cold, his face an expressionless mask. “Tell me you understand.”

My stomach twists with eagerness, but I push it down and level him with a glare. I don't exactly enjoy hearing that I was being followed without my consent. He could have just let me know, and I would have been cool with it.

His gleam makes my heart skip as he pulls me further off the desk. My ass is hanging off, and he throws my legs over his shoulders. I grip the edges to balance myself as his fingers dig into my thighs, and he devours my pussy. My head drops back as I rock my hips into his sinful tongue, knowing he won’t continue this conversation till he pulls one release from me.

Neither of us have to wait long before I’m shaking, my pussy clenching as I come. The ache of emptiness is a reminder he has yet to fuck me. He knocks my legs off, his hands slide to my ass as he lifts and settles me in his lap. I straddle him further, pressing us closer, and drop my face into his neck as his fingers drift back to their favorite spots between my legs.

The familiarity of his scent with the faint twist of oranges relaxes me. Something in the back of my head sends alarm bells at that, but I focus on him gathering the wetness leaking from my pussy before pushing a finger into the tight hole between my cheeks. My teeth graze the skin in front of me, and I feel his cock twitch under me.

“Now answer my question.” His deep voice rumbles in his chest.

“Which one?” I answer breathlessly as he pushes another finger in. His other hand comes and pulls at the buttons of my blouse. I lean back, shrugging off the shirt and bra for him. He cups my breasts, squeezing affectionately, and tugs a nipple into his mouth.

“The shoes? For me?”

“I bought them for myself,” I tell him, rocking my ass into his hand. He’s truly turning me into a fan. I would have never thought.

Aiden growls. “Then you’ll wear them only for me.”

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