For the Night: Complete Box Set (5 page)

Logan

I pulled off my condom and
tied it, discretely placing it in my pocket, before zipping myself back up, I
flexed my neck, pleased to have got the first job of the night done and dusted.
She wasn’t the tightest girl I’d fucked, but equally her experience and fitness
counterbalanced some of that. I loved watching them struggle to hold back their
orgasms, not only did it make them enjoy them all the more, but it was a real
ego boost for me to see. I never felt more loved than in the moments I gave
them exactly what I wanted. Except it wasn’t love, it was just adoration for
the guy giving them the best lay of their lives. They adored my escort persona,
not the real man beneath it.  When she’d mumbled something about rubbers, I’d
nearly rolled my eyes. As if I could afford to catch anything in my line of
work, let alone get a woman knocked up. I’d learned that lesson with my best
friend having got himself in that predicament. As Camilla’s nails had dug
through my jacket and shirt, her thighs had tightened around my hips and her
eyes had widened, I’d known that she wasn’t going to hold off. I gave my
consent for her to come and let myself release earlier than planned. My
shoulders lifted in silent surprise as at that moment I wasn’t thinking about
Camilla, an image of Summer had popped into my head, her full lips parting as
she took in a gasp of air. I’d never thought about anyone other than the client
I was with while I was coming, it was unprofessional.
What the hell was that
all about?
I wondered.

Camilla had looked wrecked and I’d barely given
her twenty-five percent of what I was capable of. Mindful of the camera behind
me, I’d hoisted her up onto my shoulders and made her come again using my lips
and tongue. I hated the taste of rubber when I did that afterwards, masking the
natural taste of their sweetness. It had been a long time since I’d given oral
to a woman I hadn’t used a condom on. My last girlfriend, Lucy, had finished
with me when I ran my proposal for earning extra cash past her. Can’t say I
blamed her, I’d be bloody furious if it had been the other way around, but cash
was a bigger priority than my six week relationship with the curvaceous
temptress with a high maintenance lifestyle, so I hadn’t pursued her or changed
my mind when she pulled out the “You’ll give up this idea if you really love
me” card. She’d stormed out when I told her I didn’t love her, hell we were six
weeks in, way too soon for love.

I was distracted from my wandering thoughts by
Camilla screaming again and shuddering around my face. She was very receptive,
I had to give her that. I backed away and caught her in my arms as she
slithered down the wall. Making sure I was kissing her as I carried her, I
turned and walked out of the lift, camera one down, three to go. I set Camilla
down on the black marble floor of the inner lobby of the Signature suite,
filled with bouquets of flowers. I held her up with one arm, then swiped the
key with the other and both sets of doors opened electronically, revealing
another marbled lobby, adorned with paintings by famous artists I presumed. I
was more into my Xbox, football, cricket, and movies than art. Camilla wobbled
again, so I shrugged off my jacket, draped it over one arm and scooped her up,
cursing internally as I caught the way she was looking at me, in awe.
It’s
just sex,
I wanted to tell her, keep your emotions out of it, but I simply
smiled, which in itself was a bad move. Her eyelashes fluttered and she started
breathing faster. I wasn’t sure if this face was a blessing or a damn curse
sometimes.

‘How are you feeling?’ I asked, the noise of my
brogues echoing off the hard floor below as I carried her to the next set of
double mahogany doors.

‘
Amazing,’
she breathed. ‘I’ve never come
so hard.’

‘You’ll be revising that assessment in about five minutes.’

‘Can we have a drink or something first? I need a
few minutes to catch my breath.’

‘Sure. I thought you were a cheerleader, aren’t
you super fit?’

‘Head cheerleader and yes, but you take it to
another level,’ she giggled. I winked and raised my eyebrows in surprise as the
doors to the enormous lounge I knew lay beyond them, automatically swung open
for us. I strode over to one of the massive leather sofas and lay her down on
it and covered her with a chocolate cashmere blanket as I marvelled at the view
of the Manhattan skyline from the floor to ceiling glass window in front of me.
The room was sumptuous in creams, chocolates and gold. It appeared that the
walls were lined with chocolate suede framed by mahogany borders which were
gilded with gold leaf. Huge crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and a gas
fire roared to my left, over which the plasma screen television had to be over
sixty inches at least. A Manchester United game on that would be incredible.

I headed over to the bar on my right, where
normally someone would be waiting to take drink or food requests, however
Camilla had advised in her report that the bartender and butler were to remain
discretely out of sight. Her bottle of champagne was chilling, the ice hadn’t
melted, which led me to wonder how many times Antoine had sent one of his team
up to replenish it, while we’d busied ourselves in the lift. Also in there was
a bottle of still water and a covered plate of freshly cut limes for me. I
smiled and poured us both a drink and returned to her. She’d struggled
partially upright on the sofa and was leaning back on the cushions with rosy
cheeks and a big smile plastered over her face.

‘Your champagne,’ I advised as I dipped my head
and kissed her forehead. Make the client feel special at all times, one of my
key mantras.

‘You’re not drinking any?’ she looked at me
surprised as I lowered myself into the sofa opposite and spread my thighs in a
masculine predatory way. I watched her eyes flick to my crotch again as she wet
her lips.

‘I don’t like to drink. I like to be untainted by
external influences so that I can appreciate what’s right in front of me.’

‘You’re very disciplined, you’d be good on the
cheerleading squad,’ she teased.

‘I’m not sure I’d look good in your uniform, I’d
have such trouble finding little skirts to fit me.’

‘Yes, cock and skirt really doesn’t do it for me.’

‘And what usually does it for you?’ I enquired. I
may be great in bed, but that wasn’t pure good luck, it was also down to hard
work. Not that the hours of practice could be considered hard work, unless you
counted my less selective choices in the early years as I was getting
established. But I was like a sponge, memorising exactly where each woman
moaned the most when my lips lingered, what positions made them scream the
loudest, picking up on little details that they let slip on how they like to be
touched, or treated.

‘Currently you,’ she laughed. ‘I’m not sure anyone
will ever live up to that fuck.’

‘That was my idea of making love, trust me, you’ll
know when I’ve fucked you, it will be about ten seconds before you pass out
from pleasure overload.’

‘O my God, I’m so done with college boys, I need a
real man, a man like
you
,’ she sighed as her eyes raked my face. She
lingered longest on my lips. I’d been blessed with good genes, on both sides,
thank God. If I’d been ugly that would have sucked for my choice of career. I
idly wondered how gifted ugly guys got women into bed in the first place? What
would attract a woman to them? Were woman as obsessed with sex as we were, that
they’d overlook everything else just to have a large cock inside them?

‘I was a college boy once, too,’ I confirmed. ‘As
a species we do tend to fill out and mature.’

‘You’re just so confident, you know what you want
and you take it. I hate having to tell guys where my clit is and whether I’ve
come or not.’

‘You’re definitely dating the wrong guys then. Is
there no one you’ve been with that does it for you?’

‘Other than you?’ she looked at me surprised.

‘Yes,’ I nodded as I drained my water.

‘I guess Blaine, Daddy’s head of security is the
best I’d had until now. He’s kind of hot in his uniform with that earpiece, all
protectory and male.’

‘So date him. Exclusively.’

‘Please!’ she snorted with arched brows that were
manicured and dyed to the point of looking unnaturally like two slugs taking an
afternoon nap over her eyes. ‘You don’t know Daddy very well. He’d be mortified
I was dating beneath me, with an
employee,
’ she wrinkled her nose in
disgust. ‘He still thinks I’m a virgin. I have to confirm my status after every
night out.’
Hmmm, it seems my original summary of her character from her
file was spot on,
I thought. Camilla Domville was elitist, deceitful,
spoilt and immature. She was also rich and currently my boss for the next few
hours.

‘Stand up,’ I ordered as I crossed my legs and
loosened a couple more buttons of my shirt.

‘What?’

‘Stand up. Don’t make me repeat myself.’

‘Don’t they teach you manners in England?’ she
glared.

‘If you want another orgasm Camilla, you will do
as you’re told. Stand up immediately,’ I barked. Her eyes lit up as she
realised that I was playing the sexually aggressive part that she’d requested.
Now that I knew her nerves over accommodating my rather large member had gone,
she was eager for more of me.

‘Yes, Logan.’

‘Sir.’

‘
Sir
,’ she breathed as she flung the
blanket back and did as she was told.

‘Play with your clit for me. Make yourself come.’

‘Ok,’ she giggled, so I narrowed my eyes at her.

‘You will respond with “Yes, Sir” or “No, Sir”
from now on. Are we clear?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ she nodded vigorously as her legs
parted and she reached down to touch herself, letting out a tiny gasp.

‘Watch my cock twitching in my trousers for you at
all times, and tell me how wet you are, Camilla?’

‘Soaked,’ she purred as her finger moved a little
faster. I shuffled in my seat, my cock was starting to unfurl again. There was
nothing sexier than seeing a woman touch her own body, even more so if she were
in sexy lingerie with stockings and suspenders. Damn it, that was all it took
for me to spring to full mast. I heard her groan and smiled to myself, she’d
seen it, it wouldn’t be long before she came again.

‘Roll up the dress to your waist, turn around and
straddle the arm of that leather sofa behind you.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ she nodded and did as she was told,
revealing her bright green knickers with the big tear where I’d ripped them to
penetrate her through them. I cocked my head as her right foot tiptoed the
cream carpet below her, with her left knee kneeling on the sofa, she was
sticking out her backside, exposing all of her cunt and those long legs. She
had amazing legs, best I’d seen so far, but her arse was way too skinny, I
preferred my women with a bit of meat and something I could grab and squeeze. I
heard her breathing fast as she waited, straddling the smooth rounded leather
of the arm chair. ‘What now Sir, are you going to fuck me from behind.’

‘No, you’ll continue to finger yourself until
you’re so wet you drip all over that leather, then I’ll make you lick it clean
before I take you to the bedroom and fuck you from behind. I’d like to play
with that tight little backside of yours while I slide my cock in and out of
your eager cunt.’

‘
O shit,
’ she groaned and her fingers went
to work. She looked over her shoulder at me and I raised my brows.

‘Eyes on the fireplace, Camilla,’ I advised and
waited for her to comply. I strode back over to the bar and poured myself some
more water. I thought about my booking next week with Summer, I was looking
forward to meeting her and seeing her naked. I was going to have to be severely
restrained for once, this could be my hardest challenge yet, I was going to
have to make love to a woman and be all gentle, which wasn’t really my style.
Just the thought of her curves had my cock surge. I was in the mood to fuck
right now and Camilla would have to do. ‘Is that leather wet?’ I called.

‘Sodden,’ she groaned.

‘Stand up, take off your dress, get on your hands
and knees, backside facing me and lick it up.’ I walked back to my sofa and sat
on the edge, my elbows on my knees as I watched her eagerly comply. She was
lapping enthusiastically as her pussy quivered, more moisture bubbling out of
her.

‘How do you taste?’

‘Not as good as if it was mingled with your come,
Sir,’ she replied as she sat back on her heels.

‘Well of course not. You will remain there until I
return.’ I headed off in the direction of the master suite, carrying my jacket
over my arm, grateful it was down a long corridor and out of Camilla’s sight. I
opened the double doors slightly and peered in to see which direction the bed
was facing. It was backed up on the wall opposite, which meant the camera was
somewhere on the right. I stepped into the room and hugged the wall until I
reached the entertainment unit facing the bed. I could see the iPod doc to the
right of the television and casually slung my jacket over it, before reaching
underneath and turning it to face away from the bed, just in case Camilla had
the chance to try and remove it, that would buy me some time to move out of
range.