The Gigolo (5 page)

She
giggled nervously as her fear increased along with her level of discomfort. This wasn’t what she’d been expecting at all yet her body still seemed at odds with her head.

William turned his back on her
, now and Kara watched as he took a long slug from the whisky he had poured before approaching her and covering her mouth with his own for the first time. Kara melted into his kiss. The aroma of the potent spirit making her head spin, and then the taste hit her as he filled her mouth with his liquor laced tongue, delving slowly into her warmth, searching, probing, owning every inch of her body and then pulling away just as she began to relax and respond to his persistent tongue. He smiled before placing the glass to her lips.

‘
Do you want a sip, sweetheart?’

Kara nodded and he placed the glass against her lips. She
swallowed a large slug of the rich, golden nectar and enjoyed the burning sensation as the alcohol travelled to her stomach.

At last he released her from his gaze, his
long lashes hooding his unfathomable eyes as he looked down at the belt he was unbuckling from his trousers but instead of tossing it aside he slowly rolled the supple leather strap around his fist, leaving only a short length hanging loose from his hand.

He held the belt close to her face
; close enough for her to smell the scent of new leather warmed by its close proximity to his skin.

‘
I’m going to make you beg for my cock.’ He pressed the leather strap against her hot cheek. ‘And I’m going to leave my mark on your flesh so that every time you look at it tomorrow you’ll be reminded of exactly how far you were prepared to go for a taste of it.’

‘Please don’t hurt me?’
Kara begged breathlessly, suddenly losing her courage. She’d been expecting a soft leather whip or his flattened hand – not this!

William only laughed
.

‘I
won’t touch you unless you ask me to,’ he added and his lips brushed lightly against hers, his breath hot on her face. ‘Everything has a price, Kara, even me – you should know that.’

He was making fun of her again; using her own words against her.

Kara had carved out a highly successful career in the cut throat world of futures and investments. She was a strong, independent woman and being in this position sent her emotions into turmoil, yet even as she rationalised it all in her head Kara still longed for his next touch.

She
watched as he crossed the bedroom. He really was a beautiful man – even more so without his shirt. Kara was used to being around men who liked to think they looked after themselves but William was a whole other level above them. He wasn’t part of the testosterone fuelled world that she inhabited and neither was he just another suit from the city. William Baron was different and Kara couldn’t help but imagine what an awesome couple they’d make.

When he returned to her side he was holding a buzzing, finger shaped vibrator that he pressed lightly against her sex.
Kara gasped as the delicious tingle travelled to her pulsing clit and on down her trembling legs to the very tips of her curling toes but he immediately withdrew it and circled her again. She wasn’t sure what to make of the fact that he was so well prepared to entertain her. Had he gone out and bought it when she agreed to their date or was it a toy he kept for occasions such as these and used often? She blanked the thought from her mind. Everyone had a past and some things were better left unknown.

Kara
whimpered softly as he placed it between her legs again. The bliss blotted out the nagging ache in her shoulders and she moaned as he continued to work a familiar pathway around her throbbing clitoris, until she had completely forgotten the pain and was frantically pushing herself down onto the pulsing, plastic digit, eyes closed, toes curling, lost in the pleasure coursing through her taut body. But just as she felt the throbbing molten heat of her rising orgasm begin to build William cruelly tore the vibrator away and offered her the belt instead.

‘No,’ she panted but with a little less conviction than
she had felt towards it earlier.

William brought the vibrator back towards her quivering flesh but he stubbornly refused to satisfy her needs, pulling it away each time she pressed herself onto
it until Kara finally cracked.

‘Please, just do it,’ she gasped as her legs trembled and
a sheen of sweat broke out on her brow.

But William wasn’t satisfied with her hastily gasped answer and demanded more.

‘Do what, Kara? Tell me exactly what you want. Do you want me to hit you?’

Kara
pushed against the vibrator again but William kept it annoyingly out of her reach, and even in her sea of raging lust she wondered at her body’s power to so quickly and completely askew all rationality.

‘Hit me, damn it. Hit me with that fucking belt,’ she spat at him like a wild animal, furious yet revelling in the weird helpless feeling
that had taken over her mind and left her so desperate, that if she could, she would have ripped out the eyes of anyone who dared to stand between her and the orgasm he had so skilfully brought her to the brink of.

William allowed her throbbing bud to make contact with the object of her desire...but only for a second and frustratingly, not nearly long enough to satisfy the insatiable need that had built between her legs – and then
a sharp spasm of pain brought tears to her eyes as the belt bit into her fleshy buttock, and a scream erupted in her belly and poured from her lips. But although she felt the pain, although she jerked and yelped as the sharp crack still echoed around the room, it was the all consuming need between her legs that held most of her attention. The pain was merely the burning edge of her quest for ecstasy, and her muscles twitched and her hips convulsed involuntarily as her orgasm grew closer.

‘Do it again!’ she gasped as she realised that it was his strike that was pushing her to the edge. Do it again!’

William brought the belt down again. The crack of leather against her flesh echoed loud in the room. She jerked in her restraints and gasped at the fluttering feeling it produced in her sex.

‘Again! Again!’ she cried. ‘Oh my God! Oh my God!’ Her hips began to thrust involuntarily as the waves of her orgasm swept
through her body, pulling at her nerve endings so that she twitched and jumped like a puppet on a string. Her eyes were closed. No one else existed in this moment of hedonistic need. Her breaths came in short gasps. Her head was buzzing. Her legs felt weak. She had never felt so close to heaven. She’d never before experienced such a powerful climax.

Kara opened her eyes. He was standing across the room watching her, the belt discarded to the bed
, now. Kara felt full of shame. Her cheeks coloured up. She looked away. He moved closer.

‘What’s wrong?’ He lifted her chin with the forefinger of his right hand until she was forced to look directly into his eyes.

‘I’m embarrassed,’ she
admitted.

‘Don’t be. There’s no need. That was a beautiful thing to watch.’

Kara’s bottom was throbbing. It felt as if it was on fire. He touched it gently with the palm of his hand. Kara’s flesh quivered and a mini quake erupted between her legs.

‘What are you?’ she whispered
, still a little awestruck.

‘Good at my job,’ he laughed. ‘That’s all.’

Kara laughed with him and noticed that he was still wearing his jeans. She was replete yet he hadn’t even taken off his clothes. She wanted to do something for him but didn’t know quite how to word it.

‘What about you?’ she finally settled on the ambiguous words.

‘This wasn’t about me, Kara. This was about your pleasure –about what you wanted – mine comes at a higher price.’

Kara laughed nervously.
He had a strange way of putting her down with his words. In the restaurant Kara had made out that he couldn’t afford her and now he was turning the tables on her. She’d never been with a man like him before. Yes, there had been a couple in her teens who had professed to be all about satisfying their girl but when it got right down to the nitty-gritty they could never hold out long enough. Kara had sometimes wondered if she was frigid but tonight’s performance proved otherwise. Every time she clenched her pelvic floor muscles she had another mini climax. He had strummed her body like a fine musician plucked the strings of his instrument.

William
moved out of her view. She listened for signs of what he was doing and heard running water. When he appeared again he had discarded his clothes and stood naked in front of her. His cock was standing proud and hard and only inches from her thigh. She wanted to feel him inside her.

‘I want you to suck me,’ he said.

Kara was disappointed but hid it.

‘Of course. I wouldn’t refuse you anything after what you just did for me,’
she was only half joking.

He
removed the leg spreader and released the ratchet on the chain to loosen her arms enough to allow her to sink to her knees on the soft Afghan rug but he didn’t offer to release her from the cuffs that kept her arms restrained. Kara didn’t care. She liked the way it made her feel. She didn’t have to take full responsibility for her actions when she had no control over them, did she?

He
stepped closer to her and pushed his cock in through her lips, forcing her mouth open to accommodate his girth, and held her head still as he thrust into her face.

Kara’s cheeks burned.

‘When I use your mouth whilst you’re kneeling and cuffed you’re merely providing relief for me. Does that bother you?’

Kara couldn’t answer. Her mouth was fully occupied. And she wasn’t sure how she would have answered had she been able.

She tried to steady herself as he thrust and his cock pulsed and quickly exploded inside her mouth. She heard him grunt somewhere above her.

‘Do you
prefer this to making love?’ He took a step away from her, removing his dripping organ from her mouth so that she could answer.

Kara needed to wipe her mouth. Spittle was
plastered over her lips and his issue was dripping from her chin.

‘They’re different acts,’ she said. ‘One doesn’t automatically define m
e. I can still be your equal from my knees.’

‘You don’t play the submissive very well, do you
, Kara?’ he laughed. ‘I thought you wanted to be humiliated, but you’re right, of course.’ William smiled as if her answer had pleased him. She felt stupidly joyous.

He went to the bathroom
to wash before returning to release her.

‘May I?’ she asked, pointing to the bathroom.

‘Of course. There are fresh towels on the shelf and a gown in the cupboard.

Kara closed the door behind her and examined her flushed face in the mirror.
She felt a little embarrassed about what had just happened. Her reflection smiled back at her from a face she hadn’t seen before. Her eyes were heavy lidded and languid and her lips red and swollen.
You shameless hussy,
she whispered.

Kara
splashed water over her face and dried it with a small, hand towel that smelt of fabric conditioner. And then she put her hand between her legs and gasped as her fingers came into contact with the ring that was hanging there. Kara smiled again. She felt whole. He had laid claim to her. She belonged to someone. He had ringed her in the same way a farmer tags his livestock but, rather than making her feel belittled Kara felt ten feet tall. She was proud to wear his ring. It was strangely liberating to be owned, she thought.

When Kara
emerged from the bathroom he was wearing a black robe and leather moccasins and he had placed a pair of jeans and a t shirt on the bed.

‘I’ll call you a cab,’ he said picking up the bedside phone. ‘You can have those; they’re too small for me, anyway.’ He pointed to the clothes on the bed.

He was sending her home. Kara felt disappointed but she hid it. She’d stupidly hoped that they would spend the evening together. That he might cook a cosy meal and then invite her to share his bed for the night.

‘You really did it,’ she said pointing in the general direction of her newly pierced labia.

‘Of course.’ His grin was filled with mischief. ‘Did you think I wouldn’t? But don’t worry; you can take it out if you want. The piercing will heel invisibly in a couple of days. I just thought it was a nice touch.’

‘I don’t want to
take it out,’ Kara whispered.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at her as if he was
searching for the truth of her words on her face.

‘I’m flattered,’ he
finally replied.

Kara pulled on the jeans and synched the loose waist with one of William
’s belts and she had to turn the legs up twice to find her feet. The t shirt was baggy but not so much that she looked too odd to venture out into the street.

He escorted her t
o the front door when the taxi sounded its horn.

‘I could stay awhile longer.’ She felt an idiot for throwing herself at him but it was the truth. She wanted to stay.