NERTHUS
“Good evening. Did you wait here all these hours?”
My mysterious hulk diverts his gaze shortly before looking back at me. “Yes.”
He is looking like teared out of one of my secret dreams as he is leaning against his limousine, dressed in the elegant tuxedo that I was ogling him in when my eyes weren’t on the paintings.
I smile as I come to a halt right in front of him. “Why?”
He shrugs, his eyes roaming my appearance slowly.
“Did you fuck him?”
I turn around to the illuminated window of the house I just came from and sigh. “Why would that be any of your concern?”
He just stares at me, and I bite my tongue, literally. I take another deep breath as I obviously am losing the stare off.
“We can stay like this all night if you want, big boy. I have no one waiting for me and no other appointment until tomorrow at three.” I smile at him, and he looks up to the house as a smirk creeps on his lips as well.
“You are the one who needs to answer a question.”
I squint my eyes as I shift on my feet. “I think I asked you one first.”
He chuckles and I feel it right beneath my skin.
Good heavens.
Pushing himself from the car he is leaning on, he takes a step to reach me, and I would die to have him take his hands out of his pockets to touch me.
“Tell me.”
“Why?”
I really don’t know what’s wrong with me. I usually have no entitlement to act this stubbornly, wanting to provoke him. Men usually like women to be submissive and nice, so I can play the part very well.
He scoffs but doesn’t seem to be angered by me acting up and my smile gets wider.
“Tell me why and I’ll tell you all you want to know.”
My desperation for hearing him speak is simply ridiculous.
His sly smirk grows as he leans in to whisper, “I need to know. So, I know how much I can strain you tonight.”
I actually have to keep myself from gasping as his husky whisper has my insides burning up. I clear my throat, wanting to sound unaffected, but his grin shows me that I’m failing miserably.
“No, Robert isn’t that kind of client. He just needs company. He has a lot of social gatherings because of his job and his wife died a few years ago, so he needs someone to go there with him as he feels lonely. He is more like a father figure to me.”
He distances himself back away from me and I actually feel like the wind is blowing colder.
“Why would you need one?”
“Beg your pardon?”
“Why would you need a father figure?”
I shrug, not really wanting to talk about this.
“Never had any other.” I look around, suddenly wanting to flee the scene. “Aaand, I’m actually saying too much.”
He chuckles, making me look back at him.
“Is it some kind of spell you put on people? Is that why you don’t talk so much?”
He ignores my question, apparently not wanting to flirt with me, and opens the door to the backseat of his limousine.
“I’ll drive you home.”
I shake my head, still wearing my smile. “No need. I’ll take a cab.”
“I insist.” He clenches on the door, gesturing for me to get in. As I don’t move, he speaks again.
Jackpot.
“What if I pay you double?”
I laugh, “Double? Oh, you certainly know the way to a girl’s heart.” Waving my hand before me dismissively, I do something I haven’t done before. Decline money.
“But I have to decline. I really can’t miss another appointment tomorrow.”
He raises a brow at me and I’m sure I must be making the stupidest impression ever, but I can’t let him get under my skin any more than he has already.
That would be bad.
“Really, thank you. But no.”
“Renee, I won’t ask twice.” The fact that his voice got even deeper, and he didn’t say my name mockingly has me gulping.
I guess he isn’t used to being told no.
And why does this turn me on so much?
Biting my bottom lip, I take another look down the street before getting into the car.
“Good girl!” I hear him saying behind me, making my skin cover in pleasant goose bumps.
As I sink into my seat, I notice the window to the driver is already up as he gets in to sit next to me. He has barely taken his seat, as the car starts to move.
And you are trapped. Good job, Nerthus.
“What’s your address?”
“Erm…” I get teared out of my string of thoughts and give him my address while still looking out of the window. He seems to type something into his phone, maybe to inform the driver.
So, they are all really talkative.
Naturally, I didn’t give him my real address. The agency has several houses for these kind of occasions where we can take our clients to.
“Seeing something interesting?”
I turn around to face him, and he is already so close that it takes my breath away. “Uh-huh.”
“Are you scared, Renee?”
The way he sneers at my name has me actually feeling good.
I’m such a strange being.
Still captured by his gaze, I shake my head slowly before I tear myself out of my trance. “Why don’t you like any of my names?”
“I want your real one.”
I squint my eyes at him. “You didn’t tell me yours either.”
His gorgeous smirk reappears on his face and he leans in to bite into my neck gently. I inhale sharply as the sting travels right down to my core. His tongue traces my skin up to my ear where he nibbles on it before whispering. “I’ll tell you mine when I get yours.”
“You like being called a big boy, then.” He laughs, making my heart do the same.
“Come here.”
He is about to pull me to straddle on his lap as I have the worst flash back ever.
No.
“Wait, no.” I push away from him and he frowns at me.
This is a catastrophe.
“No?”
“I- I’m sorry. I guess I’m just tired.”
“Because you fucked the father figure and now you need a break?”
I gasp as I look into his scowl. “NO!”
With a swift movement, he has grabbed my legs and is pulling me to him. He lifts my gown while traveling up my skin and squeezes right on my scarred wound, making me squeal.
“Because of this, then?”
My voice dies in my throat as I look into his rageful eyes and nod lightly.
“Who?”
I gulp, my throat totally dry. “A client.”
“Who?”
Shaking my head, I try to avoid his gaze, but he squeezes one more time, making me look back up at him. My breathing gets labored as panic crawls up my chest. “Doesn’t matter. He got convicted and is in jail.”
He clicks his tongue, releasing my thigh and I sigh relieved.
“Still.” Before I can even react, he pulls me close, having me land on his lap. He frees my gown from my clutching hold and moves it up my hip, pulling me onto him. As I’m straddling him, he tilts his head at me while I grasp his shirt.
“Breathe!”
His deep baritone vibrates through me, reactivating my ability to breathe. As I catch my breath, I start to relax on top of him, releasing my tight grip.
“Sorry.”
He doesn’t say anything to it, just pushes his hips up while pressing me down on him, making me feel his already hardened dick through his pants. I bite my bottom lip, closing my eyes as I push myself further onto him and moan pleasurably.
Caressing his chest down along his white shirt, I reach his belt and feel him tense. I open his pants swiftly and put my hand around his gorgeous cock. He closes his eyes, sucking in air through his teeth, and I chuckle lightly.
“So, it wasn’t a mistake?”
He opens his eyes, and his lust-fogged gaze hits me harder than I would have ever imagined. Recognizing that he wants me to give him more details and answer a silent question he asked, I go on. “You really want more of me, do you?”
His face rests unmoved, even if there is something flashing in his eyes.
Good enough for me.
Taking his silence as a hint for me to shut up, I position him perfectly for me to ride him. Pulling out a condom from my clutch, I put it over his dick at lightning speed as I can’t wait for him to fill me. I don’t even have to do much as I’m already incredibly wet and simply move my panties aside to have him glide into me.
“Ah, yes!” I let my hands travel up his chest to his shoulders while I sink down on him further, burying him in me to the hilt. He groans in pleasure as I moan, while moving up and down on his cock in relish.
As I ride him increasingly faster, his hold on my hip gets tighter. I risk having my orgasm right there as he utters his first “Fuck.” while throwing his head back into his neck.
I can feel him tense once more and try my best to keep my rhythm steady while his breathing changes. For a second, I think that he will be coming before I do, but as he moves his hands up to free my breasts, I realize how wrong I have been. As soon as he is squeezing my breast to take my nipple between his teeth, I break down in an awesomely thrilling orgasm. As soon as my moaning is beginning to cease, he shifts beneath me, repositioning himself. Groping my ass fabulously hard to fixate me, he starts pounding into me from beneath. A strange feeling crawls up my skin, as I spread more on my knees to accommodate him better as he thrust into me mercilessly.
“Oh, God! Oh, my God. Yes, yes, yes!” I scream while clutching the leather seat behind him, not wanting to crush his neck as my second orgasm shatters through me.
It doesn’t take him much longer to cum and as soon as he is done, I slump onto him, not caring what he might think. If he wants me to get off, he will throw me down. Instead of throwing me off him, he lets one of his hands wander up to hold my back while the other travels up into my hair. As he buries his head into the crook of my neck, I take advantage of the fact that he lets me hold him and wrap my arms around his neck, driving my hands into his hair.
For goodness’ sake, what’s wrong with me?
We stay like this for what seems like a split second as he moves his head up to look at me. I nearly get hypnotized by his gaze, mine falling down to his lips repeatedly.
And you call yourself a professional.
He smirks slyly as he whispers.
“Take me upstairs, beautiful.”