The Night Off (6 page)

Clearing her throat, Nat said, “Bring it here.” Emily crossed the room and handed her the bottle of lube and a slim purple plug—once again, not the biggest on the table, but not the smallest. “Nice choice.”

“Thank you, mistress.”

“Back on my lap,” Nat said, patting her thighs.

Emily crawled into place without hesitation. She folded her arms on the mattress and rested her head upon them, then took a deep breath.

“This will be easier if you relax,” Nat reminded her, and waited for her to exhale. She uncapped the bottle of lube. “Spread yourself open for me.”

Emily obeyed. Though she couldn’t see her face, Nat imagined she was closing her eyes as she gripped her buttocks and exposed her puckered opening to the cool air. Pouring a generous amount of lube onto her fingers, Nat rubbed them together to warm the thick liquid, then carefully stroked the tight ring of muscle. She probed at her cautiously, thrilled to find her open and receptive to the gentle invasion of her fingertip to the first knuckle.

She used her free hand to stroke Emily’s blond hair. “You’re doing so well, darling.”

“Thank you.”

Deciding not to reprimand Emily for forgetting to use her title, Nat slid in deeper. Emily groaned and rocked back onto her finger, taking her in all the way. Chuckling, Nat withdrew then pressed back inside. “You sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“So you’re just a natural at taking it in the ass?” Nat tightened her fingers in Emily’s hair and tugged. Time to unleash some of the harder language Emily had requested to see how it would be received. “Look at you, cunt dripping, fucking my finger like a goddamn anal whore.” Despite her rough language, she kept her thrusts slow and gentle, allowing Emily to set the pace with her counter-motion. “Nasty little bitch.”

Emily moaned loudly, unrelenting in her wanton movements. “Yes, mistress.”

“Are you ready for something bigger?” Nat withdrew her finger to the tip, released Emily’s hair to squeeze more lube into her hand, then pressed back in with two fingers. She moved torturously slow, pleased that Emily was still relaxed. “Sure you are, darling. Ask for something bigger.”

“May I…may I have something bigger, mistress?”

“Of course you may, you fucking slut.” Nat removed her fingers, squirting still more lube on the slim plug Emily had chosen. “And you’ll keep it there until I make you come.”

Emily’s breathing stuttered as Nat swirled the lubricated tip of the toy around her anus. “Yes, mistress,” she whispered.

Nat bit her lip as she pushed the toy inside. She darted her gaze to Emily’s shoulders, her hands, the back of her head, trying to monitor her reaction to the penetration. Anal sex could quickly turn unpleasant, especially for the uninitiated, and she wanted this to be a positive, pleasurable experience from start to finish. “Does that feel good? The truth.”

“So good, mistress.”

Emboldened by the naked desire in Emily’s throaty voice, Nat drove the plug in as deep as it could go. “You took that like a naughty girl, didn’t you?” She brushed Emily’s hands away from her bottom, then gave each cheek a firm swat. Emily cried out in surprise, no doubt feeling every inch of the toy. “Stand up.”

Emily stumbled as she got to her feet. She stood stiffly, clearly trying to acclimate to the unfamiliar sensation of the silicone plug inside her. Her face was flushed, her hair tousled and wild. Nat recognized the desperate, clouded look in her eyes—the fog of sex that had settled over her. Emily Parker needed to come, and she needed to come
now
.

Nat’s nostrils flared at the heady power of being the one who could grant Emily the release she so clearly craved. She stood and pointed at the bed. “Lie on your back.” As Emily rushed to comply, Nat walked to the table to retrieve a set of fur-lined wrist cuffs. “And raise your hands.”

When she turned around with the restraints in hand, the sight of Emily spread out on the bed—naked and so very unguarded, brown eyes dewy with trust—struck her dumb. And she suddenly, uncharacteristically, became nervous. Her breath caught in her throat, her heart began to race, and for the first time in her professional life, she faltered and nearly broke character.

Goddamn. Was this…
performance anxiety
?

She wanted to please Emily. Like,
really
wanted to in a way that went beyond taking pride in her work. She wanted to make Emily’s whole body shake with pleasure, to give her the best sex of her life. She
needed
to feel as though she’d earned the money she no longer even wanted to accept. The night might have started as a simple business transaction, but she couldn’t deny that it had turned at least a little personal. She wanted to fuck this woman, and she wanted Emily to always remember how it felt.

Emily fidgeted, breaking Nat out of her stupor. Straightening, she put on her game face and strode to the bed, raising the cuffs in the air so Emily could see. She refused to come across as anything other than a compassionate but firm professional. Emily hadn’t paid for the privilege of having a sex worker develop an adolescent crush on her, and letting her silly infatuation be known would certainly put a damper on an evening Emily had spent a lot of money to enjoy.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Nat took Emily’s wrist and fitted it inside a cuff. Rather than avoid Emily’s gaze, she stared directly into her eyes. She projected powerful, unrelenting strength, just as Emily’s fantasy required. Predictably, to her relief, Emily submissively shifted her attention to her wrists as Nat tied them to the corners of the headboard.

Once she had Emily secured, Nat grasped her chin tightly. “Not going anywhere now, are you?”

“No, mistress,” Emily whispered. She gave one wrist a subtle shake, as though testing her bonds.

Nat laughed, releasing Emily’s chin. She flicked her hand across the tip of Emily’s breast, slapping a rock-hard nipple. Moaning, Emily arched her back and tugged harder against the cuffs. “Try to get away.” Nat slapped her other breast, drawing out a breathless, excited cry that made her clit throb. “Do it, slut. Try to get away from me. Before I really punish you.” She slapped her twice more, once on each breast.

Emily began to struggle against her restraints, nostrils flaring and legs kicking. In one of her more personal answers on the agency’s questionnaire, Emily had revealed that her fantasies were driven by a deep need to have control taken away in a situation where she felt safe. Their safe word—
unicorn
—ensured her security. Nat’s job was to make Emily feel powerless in a way that fulfilled her most secret desires. Asking her to try to escape was the perfect way to drive home the fact that she was at Nat’s mercy. From the way Emily’s chest began heaving and her movement became erratic, Nat could see that she’d gotten the message.

Now it was time to stop her panic. Grabbing Emily’s shoulders, Nat pinned her against the bed and stopped her upper body’s struggle. Emily continued to kick her legs until Nat shifted, trapping Emily under the weight of her naked, painfully aroused body. Ignoring her whimper of defeat, Nat slipped her thigh between Emily’s and grinned at the feeling of slick juices coating her skin.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Nat murmured. Seeing real anxiety in Emily’s eyes, she bent to kiss one corner of her mouth, then the other. “You look so frightened, but I’m willing to bet that if I uncuffed you right now, dressed you, and offered you a ride home…” She rocked her hips into Emily’s, and Emily mirrored her movement. “Well, what would you say?”

Emily drew her lips into a thin line. Nat sensed her hesitation and thrust against her again. Exhaling, Emily whispered, “I would say no, thank you. Mistress.”

“Because you want to be fucked?”

Emily turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. Nat stared, fascinated, at the play of emotion across her beautiful face. “Yes, mistress.”

“Say it.”

“I want to be fucked.”

Taking Emily’s chin in her hand, Nat returned her head to its original position. Then she slapped her cheek, just hard enough to startle Emily into opening her eyes. “Look at me,” Nat said. “Look at me and say it again.”

Nat regretted the command as soon as she uttered it, because when Emily stared up at her—
into
her, more like—the intensity in her eyes threatened to derail Nat completely. Beneath her, Emily seemed to relax. “I want you to fuck me, mistress.”

It took Nat the span of a couple of breaths to switch her brain back on. She blinked, then released Emily’s chin, caressing the side of her face instead. Instinct screamed at her to kiss Emily, because she had never wanted someone this badly without giving in to the urge to connect in that most intimate way. She rarely kissed clients—yet she’d already succumbed once tonight. Earlier it had been to reassure Emily, but now there was no reason to go back for more except to satisfy her own desire.

“Mistress,” Emily whispered. Her eyes burned with the same hunger that gnawed at Nat’s belly.

Nat lowered her head and pressed her lips to Emily’s. The breathy moan that met her, and the warm, wet bliss of Emily’s tongue coming out to greet her, chased away any thought of holding back. Nat moved her hands to Emily’s hair, stroking reverently as she luxuriated in the decadent pleasure of kissing a sweet, beautiful woman.

They broke the kiss mutually some time later, both of them gasping, Nat struck speechless at the sheer perfection of their make-out session. Her thigh had worked its way between Emily’s legs, and she could feel the slippery heat of her sex pressed against her skin. Emily’s hips jerked, her entire body tensing in a way that Nat now realized meant she was trying to hold back an impending climax.

The desire to further stave off Emily’s orgasm propelled Nat into action. She rolled off Emily and got out of bed, once again weak in the knees. If she managed to survive this appointment without making a total fool of herself, she’d consider herself lucky. Emily Parker was something special, no doubt.

Exhaling, Nat rasped, “I’ll be right back. You stay here and think about what I’m going to do to you when I return.”

In a similarly breathless voice, Emily said, “I will, mistress.”

Nat shivered. Time to go wash her hands and take a quick walk around the penthouse. Whatever it took to get her head on straight, because when she came back, she planned on rocking Emily Parker’s world.

As soon as Nat walked out of the bedroom, Emily slammed her eyes shut. She was in a state of sensory overload, and adding visual stimulation to the mix was just too much. Her skin tingled in all the places Nat had spanked and slapped, and her pussy literally throbbed, open and dripping and so mournfully, terribly empty. Her wrists burned from struggling against the cuffs, and the sensation of the plug inside her ass made her feel crazy, frantic for an orgasm. She was nothing but pure sensation, intellect stripped away for the night—just as she’d wanted.

And that kiss Nat had just given her? She didn’t even know how that made her feel. Warm all over. Lonely. Infatuated.

Emily took a deep breath, then exhaled. So far, tonight had exceeded all her wildest hopes. Not only was she enjoying every detail of her most secret fantasy, but Nat had made her feel things she never thought possible. She’d kept her expectations for her escort low on purpose, unsure what she would get. But this woman, so sensuously masculine, so strong, was exactly what she’d desired. To top it all off, no matter how rough she became, no matter how convincingly she delivered the crude dialogue Emily had asked to hear, Nat made her feel safe.

And that was crazy, because
nothing
had made her feel safe in a very, very long time—longer than she could remember. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry that it had apparently taken meeting a hooker to discover this type of intimacy and connection.

The bedroom door opened, startling her into awareness. She lifted her head and looked at Nat, who paused in the doorway and stared at her with smoldering eyes. She was magnificent: feminine curves, lean muscle, and darkly handsome features that hid the breathtaking vulnerability Emily had glimpsed more than once. She was fascinating, sexy, mysterious—and worth every penny.

Nat shut the door and walked to the table of toys, turning her back to Emily as she stepped into a leather harness. With Nat’s attention focused on strapping on the dildo she had chosen, Emily took advantage of the opportunity to stare. Nat’s well-defined ass was a thing of beauty. She yearned to sink her teeth into one of her firm cheeks, then taste her pussy again.

“What are you smiling about?” Nat turned, giving Emily her first glimpse of the peach-colored dildo jutting out from between her firm thighs.

Emily’s inner muscles clenched at the sight, unleashing shock waves deep inside her ass. What had she been thinking, choosing one so big? But she knew exactly what she’d thought—what she
still
thought. Tonight was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so she ought to make it count.

Nat sat down on the edge of the bed, tweaking Emily’s nipple hard enough to elicit a tiny shock of pain. Her pussy clenched harder this time, threatening to trigger the orgasm she’d been fighting off for what felt like hours now. Without hesitating, Nat tweaked the other one. “I asked you a question. Answer it.”

Emily blinked, trying hard to recall what Nat had asked. “I…don’t remember, mistress.”

“You don’t remember what you were smiling about?”

Oh. Well, technically she didn’t remember anything right now. Her brain had all but short-circuited. “No, mistress.”

“Maybe you were thinking about taking my cock?”

Probably. “Yes, mistress.”

Nat shifted farther onto the bed to sit near Emily’s legs, which were crossed at the ankles. “Let me see your cunt.”

The word—
cunt—
hit Emily in the stomach like a soft punch. She had asked for Nat to use it. And it did turn her on—but it also embarrassed her. Which had been the point of wanting it, she supposed. Nat slapped the inside of her thigh, snapping her out of her self-analysis. She needed to stop thinking and just start reacting.