“Lick your fingers,” he says from across the room.
Like a good courtesan, I do as he likes, licking my fingers and wetting my nipples with them as I continue to fondle myself. The wetness makes my nipples cold in the room's air, and they harden even more. I can feel my pussy getting wet, and I’m becoming more and more aroused as I put on my sexy show.
Alex isn’t one for waiting, so soon enough he commands me to remove my panties. I throw them behind me and spread my legs wide. “And now?”
Alex throws his whiskey back and sits the glass down forcefully, leaning forward to watch me more closely.
“Now touch yourself for me.”
I follow his directions, sliding my hand down my stomach and between my legs. Wow, I am way wetter than I had expected. I work my hand up and down my slit while the other continues touching my nipples. I rub my clit the same way I do when I’m alone, and I can feel my hips moving with the motion of my fingers.
“Lick your fingers again. I want to see you taste yourself.” His voice grows rougher with each command.
The air is heavy with lust as I lick my fingers that are still covered in my own juices, and the taste is almost sweet. I return to fingering myself, this time holding my pussy open with my other hand so Alex can see everything. I keep rubbing my clit with one hand and after a few minutes, I sink two of my fingers from the other hand into my well. The fresh sensation of having something inside of me has me closing in on my orgasm fast.
“I’m going to come,” I breathe. My legs are shaking hard now, and something feral flashes in Alex’s eyes at my admission.
“Do it. Come for me Petra.”
I’m breathing hard as I keep working myself. I force myself to look into Alex’s eyes as I come, and when my gaze locks with his it explodes inside of me, wracking my body with waves of pleasure. I moan, small desperate sounds as I come on my own hands. Alex is so intently focused on me that he doesn’t move a muscle.
My climax winds down, and I’m left panting as I remove my hands from between my legs and try my best to resist falling back on the bed for a nap. My mission is still to get Alex to fuck me, and if the wild expression on his face is anything to go by, I shouldn’t have to wait too much longer.
He stands, walking over to me with purpose. “You’re my own personal hell. I’ve never wanted anything more, but every time I give in and take you like I want, I suffer for it.” When he reaches me, he unhooks my bra from my collar and gently pulls me to my feet with two fingers under the collar. I rise, legs still a little shaky, and lean my body weight into him. He actually wraps his arms around me before tracing my bottom lip with his thumb.
I take the chance, looping my arms around his shoulders and going for the kiss. If he kisses me, it’s over. I have him. But of course, right before our lips meet, he turns his head and my kiss lands on his stubbly cheek.
“Why won’t you kiss me?” I ask, sounding desperate. “Even a client kisses his courtesan on the mouth.”
“You know why.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Kissing you makes me forget what you did,” he confesses. “And I don’t want to forget your betrayal.”
“Is there a way we can negotiate that?” I ask, my lips brushing his.
But Alex pushes me slightly back. “I don’t think so.”
While he might say so, I know him well enough, so I keep thinking something through and then ask, “What if you punish me?” His body tenses at my question and I know he wasn’t expecting me to ask him that. “Would you kiss me afterwards?”
Alex doesn’t hide his astonishment at my question and considers me for a moment. “If I punish you the way I want, and if you accept it, then…” His gaze goes down for a moment as he assesses our deal. “Yes.”
My heart explodes like fireworks at the idea he would kiss me again. I feel triumphant, but I push it down. I don’t even know what kind of crazy scheme he’s going to propose, so I shouldn’t celebrate too quickly. My mind goes back to the naked women during the initiation, and I shudder.
“Just promise me, no crazy stuff in front of other people.”
Alex laughs. “I have a much better idea than that, and I want to be the only one here to see you punished.”
He slides his hands down my back until he reaches my ass. He cups a cheek in each hand and squeezes them hard, causing me to jump. What nefarious things could he have in mind? Alex kisses my neck and collarbone, continuing to knead my ass as he does so. I’m melting in his arms when he whispers my punishment to me.
“I’m gonna spank you with the whip that’s hanging on the wall over there.”
I stiffen and pull back to look him in the eye. “Alex! You promised me no whips.”
The idea of the whip actually frightens me—it reminds me of Amanda and so many other things I’d rather not think about. I know he’d never hurt me, but I also know how angry at me he still is. Alex searches my gaze for a minute before kissing me on the nose.
“You are right. I’ll spank you with my belt, then.” I gasp, sucking in the dense air as he says so. “How does that sound?” His voice is wicked in my ear.
“Oh...okay. I think that will be alright.” Not really, but it’s an upgrade. “How many lashes?”
Alex considers it, before saying, “Twenty.”
“No way! I’ll be too sore to walk!”
“I can’t believe we are negotiating this.” He leans his face even closer to mine, his lips only a whisper away from kissing me. “Ten hard ones and the subject is closed.”
“Deal,” I whisper back, and as soon as I agree, his mouth is on mine.
He’s kissing me! Finally! I would have cried in relief if I wasn’t so busy trying to keep up with his kiss. Despite what he told me, it’s clear from his passion that he wants this too. He kisses each corner of my mouth before laying his lips fully on mine, and I feel the press of his tongue. I open for him, tilting my head for a better angle, and his tongue darts into my mouth, our tongues tangling sensually. This kiss is beyond intense, and our teeth clack together as we taste each other for the first time in days.
Alex pulls away too soon for my taste, and I try to pull him back to me, but he resists and steps out of my embrace.
“It’s time for your punishment, courtesan.” He walks to the bed, undoing his belt and folding it in two, then he slaps it loudly against his hand and the sound of it makes me squeak. “Come here and bend over the bed.”
Oh, gosh. I’m so nervous that I wring my hands together. Alex raises his eyebrows, and I know he expects me to back down, so I stop the handwringing, forcing myself to be confident and sexy as I saunter over to him. It isn’t until I have to bend over the bed that my heart starts to race. I feel ridiculous with my chest on the sheets, my butt lifted up, and I’m scared. Not the best combination for someone wanting to seem sexy.
Alex runs his care hand up and down my back soothingly. “Don’t tell me you are regretting our deal? I can feel your heart pounding.”
“I’m not!” I huff. “Just get on with it!” My voice nearly squeaks at the end, causing Alex to chuckle.
“If you say so.”