Rub Me The Right Way (Erotic Short Story Book 1) (2 page)

“Uh-huh.”

“It says here you would prefer I call you Astin, is that correct?”

My tongue moistens my lips imagining all the things I would let him call me. “Uh-huh.”

“It says this visit is about relieving stress, is that correct?

“Uh-huh.”

Suddenly Klous folds his arms across his chest and the ground beneath me becomes unstable. In a lower whisper he questions, “Are you going to just say yes to everything I suggest?”

Hell. Fucking. Yes. “Uh-huh,” I absentmindedly answer. At that moment his smile expands becoming the brightest thing in the room. Trying to battle the star struck teeny bopper I've become I shake my head. “I mean, no. I mean, if it's gonna help me relieve stress, probably.”

“Oh I'll definitely help you relieve stress.” His voice hints of a long, lost accent. “Don't you worry about that.”

Certain that the sexual innuendo I'm picking up on is all in my head, I clear my throat. “What should I do now?”

“Undress to your level of comfort and then climb onto the table. Any clothing left on your body will be treated like a barrier. It will become an area for me…Not. To. Touch.”

See. There is it again. I highly doubt a creature that beautiful is hitting on me, but it sure fucking feels like it and that alone is enough to make a girl tense up even more. Fucking terrific. At this rate I'm gonna be as tough to move as the Statue of Liberty.

“I'll give you a moment,” he says stepping back out the room.

Once Hassle-Hunk has given me a second alone, I shimmy out of my tight-fitted black work dress, heels, and bra. My fingers fall to the sides of my thong as I hit an internal debate. Klous' words continue to echo in my head.
Touch
. It's crazy to assume he meant touch in the same way my mind is toying with, but I know I don't want to have a soaked pair of panties between my crotch all day so off they go.

Now completely naked, I hop on the table, face down with my head on the towel rolled pillow. As if he has a camera in the room, he opens the door immediately after I've pulled the thin sheet up enough to cover my nude body.

I feel my breath hitch as he moves so he's standing directly in front of me, his crotch in my face. If I just lean a little forward I could give it a good nuzzle with my face. Oh my gosh. These are unacceptable thoughts, but totally rational considering the fact the last time I had an orgasm given by another person was a lifetime ago.

Klous lowers his body so he's squatting and his face is a deep breath away from mine. In a tone that makes me clench my thighs together he questions, “Are you ready for me, Astin?”

Wetness fills my pussy as I helplessly whisper back, “God yes.”

A small chuckle comes out of him before he instructs, “Rest your head and close your eyes.”

I shut my eyes on a deep inhale uncertain about what to expect since I've never had one of these before. Suddenly the sound of a bottle opening fills my ears, seconds before the sound of him spreading it on his hands. Both erotic noises cause my pussy that's slightly wet to get wetter.

His strong hands land on my back with one mission clear. Erase all the tension they find. To my surprise a relaxed feeling rolls through me. I melt into the table. I’m suddenly lost in the tranquility that is swimming through my system as his firm hands take paths to wipe away the discomfort caused from working more than playing.

Klous' voice invades much more than my ears. “How's the pressure?”

“Good.”

“Good.” The brief pause is just long enough for him to lather another layer on his hands. “Tell me, Astin, what do you do for living?”

Erotic Printer Extraordinaire. Hm. Book Sex Pharmacist? No. Porn Dealer. That sounds the worst of them all. “I um...I run a publishing company. We publish erotic novels or shorts and romance with a high sexual volume.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Then explain me to why you haven't had sex in months.”

Floored by his question, my mouth and eyes pop open unsure of how to respond. How could he possibly know that? Am I wearing a big red flag that says 'Hasn't had sex since she found her boyfriend banging her housekeeper'?

“How could you...what makes you think that?”

“The pressure you carry here.” His hands grip my lower back, one hand on each side. The feeling of his thumbs being so forceful has me whimpering. “Sexually frustrated women tend to carry extra tension here. From the stiffness, I would estimate eight to ten months at least.”

Put those numbers together my friend.

Klous' thumbs dig into my skin again and a moan escapes me before I can catch it like I have the others. “You removed your underwear.”

“I did...”

His whisper is in sync with his hands, “You left no boundaries.” Before I have time to respond he says in my ear, “And I'm going to show you what happens when you relinquish control.”

Klous' hands leave my body, but I don't move. I'm not sure I remember how. Or that I want to. Is he suggesting what I think he is? No. No possible way he's saying what I think...scratch that...what I'm praying he's saying. That's not how life works.

Once the sound of running water, from washing his hands, stops
,
I let my eyes close again. His footsteps indicate he's moving closer to me yet this time, I don't hear the sound of a bottle opening. I don't hear his hands rubbing together. I don't hear anything.

With a heavy swallow I lift my body slightly up, which is when he commands, “Body back down, Astin.” I resist the instruction until a firm hand is planted between my shoulder blades. A strange rush of fear and excitement combined, forces me to submit. “I'm in control.”

Trying to steady my breath becomes even harder as he yanks off the sheet. His hand lands on my ass. He gives it a rough, hard squeeze. The movement causes a groan out of me that I stifle by biting my bottom lip. Klous' fingertips lightly stroke my ass cheeks. Goosebumps rapidly break out across my flesh at the feeling of his thumbs stroking my crack – my body naturally clenching in rejection.

“Shy?” He questions in what sounds like a joking manner. “Not for long.”

My eyebrows furrow. I'm not sure what that means. I’m not sure I like where his mind is headed, so I open my mouth to make an argument.

“Not a word, Astin,” he states with a strict tone.

Klous returns to the plans he has, fingers running down my crack again as he continues massaging my butt. A slick thumb slowly begins to work the hole that's not used to any sort of attention. Immediately I clench, but when Klous doesn't back off, I take a long deep breath and relax into it.

“Good girl,” his voice rewards warmly.

I am not a dog! Or a puppy! Or a pet! Or a–

A finger slides against my pussy on a slow caress.

“Oh God...”

“Open. Wide,” he demands.

As if my legs are controlled by him instead of me they spread wide and he dips a finger inside not waiting for an invitation. Then again, I guess the wetness that soaked the tip of his finger could count as one. With a thumb applying pressure to my asshole and a finger deep inside of me, I feel full. Content. His thumb pushes deeper at the same time he adds another finger inside my pussy. Obviously in discomfort from the change, my hips wiggle in an attempt to rectify the situation.

Klous' whispers, “Take it, Astin. All of it.”

I moan as his two fingers start pumping my pussy while his thumb mimics every single motion in my asshole. The constant friction electrifies my system to the point I'm helplessly rocking back on his fingers, desperate to meet every push. Desperate to consume the only human touch I've had outside of my own for over a year. My groaning and grinding is accompanied with minor moans from him as he works faster and faster to bring me to the edge that I willingly plummet over.

“I'm coming,” I whimper quietly as all my muscles throb tightly in unison around all three of his fingers. Expecting him to slowly ease off the pressure as I fall to pieces, I'm shocked once more when he increases the force clearly not satisfied feeling anything less than everything.

Finally, my body starts to calm down from the orgasm, which is when Klous removes his fingers. The abruptness seeps another whimper out of me. In what sounds like a pleased voice he asks, “Miss me already, love?”

Love? That's not a term of endearment I am used to by any means. Seems a little much for a quick finger bang.

Prepared to get up, I lift my body only to have it pushed down again. “Stay down. We're not done yet, love.”

Unsure if I wanna take it to the next level – hell this was adventurous enough for me, and relieved that itch that definitely needed to be scratched was scratched – I object, “But–”

A sharp pop on my ass causes me to whine from the odd mixture of pleasure and pain. “Close those perfect lips or I'll put something between them.”

My pussy clenches like it's pleading to have that happen. No! Bad body! We don't just go around obeying other people. We make the rules! We bend the rules. We let this happen and
we
will decide where we go from here. Which is back to the office.

“You're not going anywhere, Astin,” Klous claims, the sound of my name off his lips again melts me back into place. God, every time he says it, I don't want to leave. Ever.

There's a sound I recognize from earlier now echoing in the room. I let out a small sigh. From the noises, I can assume he's going to restart his massage. A cool liquid drips down my ass and my slightly sensitive pussy. It almost feels like a complement to my body that's still sizzling from his fingers. Klous' strong hands begin rubbing the oil gently over my lower back, my hips, my ass, until two fingers slide inside me again creating a very unforgettable stretch of the sore muscles. His wet fingers meet my pulsating muscles, coating them with a warmth that spreads through me rapidly, reheating the dwindling fire. Immediately I draw my body away, the unfamiliar entity enough to make me fight the sensation alone. Klous' long arm drops his hand on my back to keep me still while he continues finger fucking me. There's no other word for it. The rough way his two fingers are pushing inside with such callousness and cruelty, it's hard to know if his aim is to bring satisfaction or agony. While he's thrusting away, my body responds in a cold sweat, sticking me to the table. Moans unwillingly stay buried in my shoulder, behind my bitten lip, lost in my throat as the pleasure of it all becomes so heightened I know I'm going to come again. I never come twice. I never come back to back, yet here I am seconds from it.

“So...so close...” I warn, which causes him to growl from somewhere deep within.

“Give it to me,” Klous demands. “Let. Me. Have. Control.”

I battle to keep my position of power but losing my sanity continues until his fingers grasp my flesh harder.

A sharp tremble shoots through me and out of my mouth as I prepare to call out the declaration of the action in motion. Klous quickly moves his hand so his fingers are buried in my hair pushing my face into the towel pillow, my pleas of mercy lost to the world.

“That's it, love. Keep coming for me...” And like some flood gate has been busted, my muscles let go again absorbing the warmth from the liquid, Klous' fingers, and the tiny grunts he's letting go of.

I'm trembling on the table near the verge of tears when his hands draw themselves slowly from my body, releasing me back into reality. Even without his fingers slaving my body, I continue shaking like a fish out of water desperate for air.

Sweetly Klous instructs, “Relax, love.”

How the fuck is that possible? How can I do anything other than lay here? Broken. Shattered. Orgasmicly shattered. Is that a real thing?