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Authors: Audra North
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leaning momentarily against the door, making the robe she was wearing part beneath her knees. The opening drew Warren’s eye downward, and his heart nearly stopped at what he saw there.
No wonder she’d seemed taller when he’d walked past her into the room. Platform-heeled leather boots laced up the front of her legs, the black laces criss-crossing through bronze grommets to end in a small bow right below the top of the boots. Dominatrix boots.
Holy fuck. She’d already exceeded his expectations. This was really happening.
Warren had to swallow hard to be able to croak out the words. “Nice shoes.”
“Thanks. I got them for you.”
Her feet shifted, and a glimpse of fishnet stockings above the boots had him gasping for air. Even if she covered herself with a sheet for the rest of the evening, it had already been worth it to see this normally properly dressed woman wearing boots like that. For him.
Someone was doing something for him .
He tried not to think about how he was paying her for it.
Her hands went to the robe’s sash, but she didn’t open it. Her fingers were shaking a bit, so his eyes shot back up to her face, his arousal lowering when he saw the apprehension there. Shit. She didn’t really want to do this. It wasn’t the fantasy he’d imagined. And now it was impossible not to think about the money.
He scowled, feeling like an idiot, and angry with himself for not having seen this possibility sooner. “Listen, if you’re scared, then tell me and I’ll leave. I’ll still pay you for this time. I don’t want you to feel like you’re selling yourself. It’s not—”
“I want to do this!” she blurted. “I’m nervous, nothing else.” She wouldn’t look at him.
What did she have to be nervous about? It was an act for her, a role to play for a short time. There was nothing at stake here except money, and he already said he’d pay her, anyway. Frustration made him aggressive, and he stepped forward, crowding her against the door. “Why are you nervous? I’m not going to pressure you into sex. I already told you I won’t do anything illegal.”
Her eyes went so wide, then, it was almost comical. Almost. Because being so close to her was doing things to his cock that made it hard to concentrate on anything except the soft pink of her lips, the delicate curve of her neck…
“I’ve never done something like this before and I’m worried—I’m worried you’re not going to be satisfied,” she whispered, and he could feel her breath against his skin. Fuck, that feels so good.
And then her words sank in and it felt even better. She wanted to be satisfied.
Well, damn. She was already doing an excellent job. The best job. And she hadn’t even moved.
He was so close he could feel the warmth of her body beneath that teasing robe. If he leaned in another inch, they’d be touching, enough to let him feel the softness of her breasts against his chest, the sweet hollow between her legs—
“This is supposed to be a special thing for you, and I don’t want to mess it up. I take my work seriously, Warren.”
She may as well have dumped a bucket of ice water over his head with the effect that statement had on him. Work. He was work .
But he couldn’t make himself scowl or sneer at those words, even so. Not with the way she was looking at him, as though she earnestly wanted to do this right for no other reason than to please him. He almost believed she truly only cared about satisfying him.
He believed it enough to pretend for a little while, anyway. And it was a relief to realize that at least she wasn’t afraid of him.
He gave her a small smile. “Why don’t you do whatever you’d planned to do, and we’ll figure it out, okay?”
Beatrice swallowed. “Okay. Um, go have a seat on the couch?”
She said it as though she weren’t sure whether she was asking him or telling him, but Warren nodded and stepped away, taking it as a command. No doubt if he had hired Queen
No wonder she’d seemed taller when he’d walked past her into the room. Platform-heeled leather boots laced up the front of her legs, the black laces criss-crossing through bronze grommets to end in a small bow right below the top of the boots. Dominatrix boots.
Holy fuck. She’d already exceeded his expectations. This was really happening.
Warren had to swallow hard to be able to croak out the words. “Nice shoes.”
“Thanks. I got them for you.”
Her feet shifted, and a glimpse of fishnet stockings above the boots had him gasping for air. Even if she covered herself with a sheet for the rest of the evening, it had already been worth it to see this normally properly dressed woman wearing boots like that. For him.
Someone was doing something for him .
He tried not to think about how he was paying her for it.
Her hands went to the robe’s sash, but she didn’t open it. Her fingers were shaking a bit, so his eyes shot back up to her face, his arousal lowering when he saw the apprehension there. Shit. She didn’t really want to do this. It wasn’t the fantasy he’d imagined. And now it was impossible not to think about the money.
He scowled, feeling like an idiot, and angry with himself for not having seen this possibility sooner. “Listen, if you’re scared, then tell me and I’ll leave. I’ll still pay you for this time. I don’t want you to feel like you’re selling yourself. It’s not—”
“I want to do this!” she blurted. “I’m nervous, nothing else.” She wouldn’t look at him.
What did she have to be nervous about? It was an act for her, a role to play for a short time. There was nothing at stake here except money, and he already said he’d pay her, anyway. Frustration made him aggressive, and he stepped forward, crowding her against the door. “Why are you nervous? I’m not going to pressure you into sex. I already told you I won’t do anything illegal.”
Her eyes went so wide, then, it was almost comical. Almost. Because being so close to her was doing things to his cock that made it hard to concentrate on anything except the soft pink of her lips, the delicate curve of her neck…
“I’ve never done something like this before and I’m worried—I’m worried you’re not going to be satisfied,” she whispered, and he could feel her breath against his skin. Fuck, that feels so good.
And then her words sank in and it felt even better. She wanted to be satisfied.
Well, damn. She was already doing an excellent job. The best job. And she hadn’t even moved.
He was so close he could feel the warmth of her body beneath that teasing robe. If he leaned in another inch, they’d be touching, enough to let him feel the softness of her breasts against his chest, the sweet hollow between her legs—
“This is supposed to be a special thing for you, and I don’t want to mess it up. I take my work seriously, Warren.”
She may as well have dumped a bucket of ice water over his head with the effect that statement had on him. Work. He was work .
But he couldn’t make himself scowl or sneer at those words, even so. Not with the way she was looking at him, as though she earnestly wanted to do this right for no other reason than to please him. He almost believed she truly only cared about satisfying him.
He believed it enough to pretend for a little while, anyway. And it was a relief to realize that at least she wasn’t afraid of him.
He gave her a small smile. “Why don’t you do whatever you’d planned to do, and we’ll figure it out, okay?”
Beatrice swallowed. “Okay. Um, go have a seat on the couch?”
She said it as though she weren’t sure whether she was asking him or telling him, but Warren nodded and stepped away, taking it as a command. No doubt if he had hired Queen
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