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Authors: Jenesi Ash,Elliot Mabeuse,Lilli Feisty,Charlotte Featherstone,Cathryn Fox,Portia Da Costa,Megan Hart,Saskia Walker

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BOOK: Naughty Bits 2
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FAVOR ME

J
ENESI
A
SH

 

WHEN YOU'RE GOOD AT SEX, PEOPLE THINK
that the only work you're capable of is a blow job.

I don't waste my time trying to clear up that misconception. I'm good in bed, and as far as I'm concerned, sex is not an amateur sport. If you do it for payment, you need to be smart about it. People might think I trade my body because I can't use my brain, but the truth is that I simply don't want to work any harder than I have to.

If my long-term plan works out, I will never have to get another job. There were times when I had two, sometimes three jobs at once, and I would still have trouble making rent. That all changed when one of my coworkers offered to pay my bills if I had sex with him whenever he wanted.

I probably should have been offended, but honestly, I was intrigued. I liked the idea of a man spending his hard-earned money to be with me. He must have known he couldn't get me any other way. And how could I possibly say no to paying my bills without having to roll out of bed?

It turned out to be a pretty good arrangement—my credit rating was great during that year—but I soon realized that if I wanted to be a full-time mistress, I needed a wealthier lover.

I thought it would be tough finding a guy who was willing
to keep me in style. Who knew that job hunting would turn out to be the easiest part of becoming a mistress?

My lover is Leon Richmond, one of Seattle's many millionaires. Leon is sexy, creative and richer than anyone I know. He's also heading toward fifty, on his fourth wife and is insatiable when it comes to sex.

I've been with Leon for just a couple of months. I should have known that for the astronomical amount of money he offered me, he was going to have a few bents and kinks. I thought I had seen and done it all when it came to sex. Ha! Leon has proved me wrong.

Sex with Leon is a lot like training camp. What I did with my friendly coworker was a lot different than being a full-time mistress. Leon doesn't seem to notice that I'm learning on the job, or maybe he doesn't care as long as I fulfill my part of the agreement.

As much as I appreciate the opportunity Leon has given me, I'm not going to stay with him forever. He's the richest guy I know, but after living in a million-dollar condo he bought for me in downtown Bellevue, I've seen a higher level of wealth that could be mine for the taking. Leon is my starter benefactor, and when I get a better offer, I'm going for it.

I feel something bump at the foot of my bed. I'm fully awake and alert, but I keep my eyes closed. I sense the bright morning light filtering through the curtains and all I want to do is burrow into the tangled sheets. Maybe if I fake sleeping, Leon will get dressed and go make a couple more million at the office.

Leon cups my bare shoulder and gives it a good shake. “Amaris?”

Aw, man. I hear the excited rough edge in his voice. He wants to play some more; I should have known. “Hmm?”

“Smile.”

Shit. He has the camcorder on again. My skin immediately starts to tingle.

Leon enjoys taping us having sex. We never watch them together once the filming is complete. I don't know why, but Leon won't show them to me no matter how nicely I beg.

Maybe he keeps them for his own private home collection. I like to think he plays them when he can't be with me, but for all I know, he makes the videos to show them to his friends. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he posts the tapes on the Internet.

The thought sends a flash of heat to my pussy and I squirm as my clit begins to swell and throb. My nipples pucker and rub against my nightgown. The satin suddenly feels like it binds my breasts and I can't wait to get it off.

I recently discovered that I have an exhibitionist streak as strong as Leon's. I like to imagine countless strangers watching these homemade movies, their faces almost pressed against their computer screens. I want to be naked with my legs splayed and have everyone watch me come. I want to be seen, remembered, desired.

Rolling onto my back, I stretch my arms over my head, doing my best to appear open and vulnerable. I purr low in my throat as I arch my spine, thrusting my breasts out. I bend my knees slightly, letting my green satin nightgown hike up my legs. I feel it strain against my thighs and I hope the fabric drifts and settles in all the right places. I want the nightgown to hint at my full breasts and shaved mound.

I blink my eyes open and offer a dazzling smile. “Good morning, Leon.”

He towers over me. His skin is still wet from the shower and I inhale his scent. It's masculine and very expensive. His dark blond hair is slicked back and the morning sun reveals every line on his harsh, craggy face.

“Come back to bed,” I suggest as I reach out for him.

He dodges my fingers. “Convince me,” he challenges softly as he holds the camcorder up to his eye.

Most women would probably squeal and hide, but I revel
in the spotlight. I look straight into the camera and rub my hands along the satin. The sound of the fabric sliding over my hot skin is the only thing I hear.

I cover my breast with one hand and pinch my nipple through the nightgown. Sure, I could strip off, but where's the fun in that? I want to tease Leon until he can't think straight, and I want that on tape, too.

I cup my mound with my other hand and I feel the steamy heat through the satin. I caress my clit, keeping my nightgown as a barrier. The friction has me biting back a moan.

It doesn't take long before Leon gets impatient. “Take off your clothes,” he says in a husky voice. I follow his order, bunching the hem in my fists and inching it over my hips and waist. He focuses his camcorder on my pussy as I wiggle my way out of the nightgown. Knowing that he's taping me makes me wetter.

I toss the green satin to the side and slide my hands over my body. I feel tight, flushed and swollen, ready to burst out of my skin. I pinch my nipples harder until I gasp out loud. Leon leans in closer, his camcorder almost brushing against my breasts and he watches my nipples turn an angry red.

“Oh, yeah,” he says in almost a growl. “Give me more.”

I keep playing with my nipples with one hand as I glide my other hand down between my legs. Pressing down on my hard clit, I stroke small circles that send a crackle of fire through my bloodstream.

“Wider,” Leon says gruffly as excitement hitches in his voice. “Go wider.”

I spread my legs as wide as I can. I feel Leon's warm breath on my inner thigh and the cold touch of the camcorder as I rub my fingers fast against the slick skin. I smell my arousal as my juices drip down my slit.

Most of all, I ache for Leon to cover my mound with his mouth and lick the wet, sticky folds until I come screaming. The thought alone has me rocking my hips, but I don't ask
him. I know he'll deny me, and I'm not willing to let that be caught on tape.

Dipping my fingertips into my pussy, I roll my head back and let out a long groan as the pleasure rips through my body. My vaginal walls clamp onto my fingers and draw them deeper. I start pumping my hand, desperate for relief.

I finally rub my clit with one hand and pump inside me with the other. I dig my heels into the mattress as I go harder and faster. My moans mingle with Leon's harsh, uneven breaths. With every rise and fall of his chest, I know he's going to make a grab for me and take over.

Leon retreats and gets on his knees to get a full picture of me. I wonder if I look as wild as I feel. I must look good by the way he's licking his lips. A shudder sweeps through me and I have to pause to ride it out.

Bright sparkles and dark spots dance before my eyes and drift away. I watch him stroking his cock as he tapes me. I continue to stroke myself, my hips bucking and twisting from each touch.

Leon's skin takes on a ruddy complexion and a muscle above his jaw begins to bunch. He can't fight the desire he feels for me. Soon he's going to need me more than his next breath. And it will show through on the tape.

That's what I like the most. I close my eyes as another wave of sensations laps over me. I enjoy being desired more than the act of sex, believe it or not. I want men to lust after me and wish I were theirs. I dream of women envying my sensual world. I want people to know that not many women have the ability to expose the elemental beast behind the layers of Leon's cosmopolitan facade. This is when my power is at its highest, and I find it addictive.

Leon decides he has had enough of being a spectator. I feel the bed dip beside me as he lies on his back. I turn to see him and find that that the camcorder is still trained on me. But what
I really notice is his cock pointing straight to the ceiling. It almost curves toward his stomach, and the tip is already wet and shiny.

“Get on top of me,” Leon says through clenched teeth.

I'm so ready for him, but I try to mask my eagerness as I get up and straddle his hips. The truth is, I can't get enough of his cock. I love tasting it and taking it any way I can. I curl my hands around his length and squeeze, enjoying the feel of his heat and power pulsing beneath my palms.

But he flinches at the touch of my hands. He's past the point of being teased. “Now,” he bites out.

I slowly lower myself onto his cock, pressing my lips together as he stretches me until I feel like it's almost too much. I lean forward, pleasure rippling through my pelvis, and rest my hands on his chest. I'm so close to going over the edge.

I look at the camcorder and slowly smile. I trail my fingers down my long brown hair, then slide my hands over my neck and shoulders before cupping the underside of my breasts.

“Ride me,” Leon orders hoarsely. “As hard as you can.”

I swivel and grind my hips, slowly at first until I build up speed. My breasts bounce as I rock against Leon. The slap of skin and his groans fill the air.

I ride him with a driven intensity and heat coils deep in my belly as shivers run up my spine. A delicious sensation builds inside me, winding tighter and tighter as I ride Leon harder and faster. It presses against my skin, and I think I'm going to shatter.

I can feel the changes in Leon's body. He's going to come any second now. But I don't watch his face. I tilt my head, toss my hair back and look straight into the camcorder.

I imagine an audience of thousands behind that lens. It's time to show them what they're missing. They're panting for me and jacking off. They are waiting to hear my startled gasps and satisfied moans. They wish they were in my bed, but deep down they know this is as close as they're going to get.

A hot jagged climax rips through me. I stiffen, unable to
move as it whips my flesh, tears me inside out and sucks away the last of my strength. I dimly hear Leon's hoarse cry of release as I sag and collapse onto his chest, my core still clenching his hard, pulsing cock.

I swear, this is the best job ever.

 

After breakfast, we're riding in the limo to his office when Leon tells me about his change in plans. “This afternoon I have to go on a business trip.”

“Oh?” I ask as I inspect my manicure. This is the first time Leon has taken a trip since I've been with him. “When will you be back?”

“It's hard to say.” He rubs his hand along my thigh. I'm tempted to cross my legs and trap his hand. “Meet me at my office after your shopping.”

Uh-huh. He's going to get all the sex he can before he leaves. I like that he can't get enough of me, but he probably just wants to get his money's worth. “What do you have in mind?”

His smile was positively smug. “You'll find out.”

I probably should question him more, but I'm a little distracted because I'm late for my appointment at Vincent's, my favorite lingerie boutique. Vincent is one of those designers who will drop you from his books if you miss a fitting. I usually can't stand people like that, but this guy is my secret weapon. Every time I wear one of his creations, Leon is putty in my hands.

Vincent's shop is in the main lobby of the office tower where Leon works. There's also a fancy restaurant on the top floor that offers amazing views of the Seattle skyline and an expensive menu. I've been there with Leon on many occasions, although we haven't done the private dining rooms. He always gets a table where we are seen, and I never understand that. If he's having an affair, wouldn't he want to keep it quiet?
It's almost as if he wants to get caught. Our limo pulls up to the entrance and Leon helps me out. It's raining hard and I'm wearing spiky heels. I slowly get out of the car, making the most of my black seamed stockings and a flirty black satin raincoat. Leon's look of appreciation brings a spring to my step.

He guides me into the building, his hand resting low on my back. He greets another businessman as we go through the revolving door. I don't recognize the man, but I like the way his gaze lingers on me.

As the man gives me one last covert glance, Leon's hand slides down and squeezes my ass. I hide my surprise at this public display of possession and I hold my instinct to swat him away. Who cares if the gossip reaches his wife's ears? Leon is obviously willing to risk another expensive, messy divorce to show he can get someone like me at his beck and call.

We step into the main lobby and once again I'm struck by the layout. The banks of elevators are in the middle, and there are four shops in the far corners: a florist, a chocolatier, a jeweler and a lingerie store.

I am not kidding. If this isn't a red flag that most of the guys in this building are having extramarital affairs, I don't know what is. Sure, they might buy all this stuff for their wives, as well, but those would be guilt purchases.

If all of these businessmen have a woman on the side, I wonder if there's a hierarchy in how a man maintains a mistress. I bet it's not good enough that you can afford one. If you can get the most infamous, the kinkiest or the highest-priced one, then you are the most envied.

If that's the case, I'm going to go for all three and become the most sought-after.

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