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I tweak both her nipples with my slippery fingers, and she bucks. ‘You’re the client. This is your massage. Tell me where you want my fingers.’

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CAL

“Carnal desire enflaming; he on Eve

Began to cast lascivious eyes, she him

As wantonly repaid; in lust they burn”

—Milton,Paradise Lost

‘Inside me,’ she admits, sounding defeated.

‘Inside where? Your mouth? Your arse?’

‘Inside my—pussy.’

‘Yes, you do. You know it. Permission to switch to lube.’

She laugh-groans her assent.

I release her nipples. ‘What a good, dirty girl for me. Stay exactly where you are.’

I’m washing my hands as fast as I can in the ensuite bathroom, soaping them up because I suspect this scented oil is not pussy-friendly and I don’t want to mess with her lady garden. You work with Gen long enough, you become a reluctant expert in the wonders of the vaginal microbiome.

I’ve got lube if she needs it, but I bet she fucking doesn’t.

In the minute I’ve been gone, Aida’s drawn her feet up flat on the massage table, shapely legs moving restlessly, oiled skin lustrous in this dim lighting. I stand beside her and smooth a palm down her breastbone so I can splay my fingers over her stomach. Making her orgasm spontaneously in the Zebra Club was a lot of fun, but having her naked and worked up and all to myself is a whole other stratosphere.

With my other hand, I graze the silky length of her thigh before stopping just shy of where I know she needs me. I brush the backs of my knuckles over the soft skin there.

‘Tell me what you can feel here,’ I say. My fingers splay wider, more possessively, across her stomach.

She exhales softly. ‘Your hand on my stomach.’

‘And how does it feel?’

‘Like… you’re grounding me. It’s a really good weight. I feel safe.’

‘Good,’ I say gruffly. ‘It’ll feel even better in a sec when I’m massaging you from the inside. And here?’ My knuckles continue to tease her nerve endings.

‘Your hand about three inches from where I actually need it,’ she retorts, and I snort. This woman.

‘Patience is a virtue,’ I say patronisingly, ‘and frankly, it’s the only kind of virtue I’m interested in. How do you want the rest of your massage—you want me to take it slow? Go lightly? Wind you more and more tightly? Or you want me to let rip, show you what I’m really capable of when no one else is around?’

‘Oh God,’ she groans. ‘Sometime I’d like you go to slow, but not now. You’ve gotten me too hot already.’

‘I can see that.’ I drop a kiss to her knee before pulling it towards me so her leg drops open. Even in the relative dark, her cunt is glistening so prettily. She’s fucking soaking, and Ihaven’t even touched her there. I could—Jesus fuck, I could climb up and sink so deep inside her she wouldn’t know which way was up.

But not today.

Today is about her. About ensuring she knows she’s squarely in the driving seat. About responding to her needs rather than asserting mine.

Inflictingmine.

‘So what you’re saying,’ I continue slowly, my fingers now teasing the soft pad of waxed skin inside her thigh crease, ‘is you need me to fuck you as hard as I can with my tongue and my fingers.’

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