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  “Thank you, Sir.” She dove in, starting with the meat, trying to remain ladylike while desperately wanting to eat like a famished farm hand after a long day’s work.

  They ate their meal in silence, the only noises being the clinks of silverware on plates and glasses tinkling as they drank and enjoyed the tasty meal.

  “Do you care for any wine?” he asked.

  Remembering what Milton had said about him not liking his girls to drink alcohol, she shook her head no.

  “No, Sir,” he corrected her.

  She finished her bite and dutifully answered, “No, Sir. Thank you for offering, Sir.” She could play that game with her eyes closed.

  “Well, I’m going to have a glass of merlot, though I do like to keep my head about me during a scene. You should too.”

  “I’m fine, though I did have some drinks earlier.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah, but don’t worry. Milton told me you don’t like your girls drunk, and this food sopped up all the alcohol in my system, so no worries, Sir.”

  He sat quietly sipping his wine and considering her.

  “Would you like dessert?”

  “Sure! I mean, yes, Sir.”

  He looked surprised. “Oh, well, then I’ll call down for something. Maybe we can have it later. What would you like? Cake? Crème brûlée? I could see what the specials are…”

  “Crème brûlée. I’ve always wanted to try that.”

  He used a phone in the corner to order two crème brûlées before returning to his seat.

  Marley finished her potatoes and leaned back in her chair, her tummy contented. “Thank you, Sir. That was delicious.”

  Unable to read him, Marley decided it was time to get this show on the road. The sooner he was finished with her, the sooner she could get some sleep. Lack of sleep was catching up with her. The different noises and random commotion that went on throughout the night at the shelter kept her awake. If she was lucky she could crash here and find a new place tomorrow.

  Locking her eyes with his, she slipped out of her chair onto the floor and crawled on her hands and knees around to his side of the table. Setting her hands on his knee, she attempted to push back his chair. But it didn’t go as smoothly as she had planned. The chair didn’t budge.

  “What are you doing?” He wore a bemused expression.

  “I was going to ask you if I could please worship your cock, Daddy.”

  “Sir,” he corrected. “And I will be the one to tell you what to do, young lady. You are out of line.”

  Marley sat back on her heels, deflated. “Oh. Sorry. Sir.”

  “My, my. You are a little slut. I think you’ve earned a spanking for that little stunt. Come up here and lie across my lap.”

  Obediently, Marley draped herself over his lap, her bottom over his knee.

  Slowly, he pulled her dress up around her waist and yanked her panties down to just above her knees.

  “Marley, do you know why I’m disciplining you?”

  “Yes, Sir. Because I was naughty.” Her voice sounded strange since she was upside down.

  “It is because you are to do what I ask of you, not take the initiative.”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “The rules were explained to you before you got here?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she lied. She didn’t have any idea she wasn’t supposed to do that. Hell, she thought he would like what she did. But she’d lie there for a spanking for five G’s.

  “Then you have earned a punishment for your impudence. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She steeled herself for whatever was to come.

  She flinched when his bare hand slammed down on her naked rear end. Another blow rained down, eliciting a cry from her lips. She clenched her muscles.

  “Don’t tense up. Relax. Ease into the pain. It will make it easier.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice a whimper, she took a deep breath and tried to do as he instructed.

  More swats landed on her ass. She imagined it must be getting red by now.

  He was right. Not resisting was helpful. Embracing the sting helped her ride the wave of pain as he smacked her posterior.

  She moaned under his hand and was grateful when he ceased the spanking and began rubbing her aching cheeks. Gently, he slid his hands over her skin, massaging her hot globes, easing her distress.

  “Mmm, thank you, Sir,” she purred, disheveled and drunk with endorphins.

  “You’re welcome,” he said quietly.

  His fingers dipped down and brushed across her pussy lips. She strained, wanting him to touch her. This was strange. She didn’t usually become aroused on her ‘dates.’ She carried lube for that reason.

  When he inserted a finger into her opening, she was surprised that her cunt was so slick and welcoming.

  “You must have liked your spanking, little girl. I can feel how wet you are.”

  Usually nothing a john said could get her motor running. She could fuck all day without becoming aroused. She could make up a grocery list in her head while pretending to have the time of her life. But there was something about this man’s tone that awakened a place inside her. A place she wasn’t familiar with.

  She nodded, and this time he let that suffice as an answer.

  Fucking her with one finger, then two, he pressed his thumb inside her asshole. Discomfort followed by unfiltered ecstasy overtook her, and Marley gave in to the experience. Why hold back? What was the point? She was here to get fucked; she might as well enjoy it.

  Writhing on his lap, she could smell her own desire in the air. She wanted to burst, she was so filled with passion.

  “Take the rest of your clothes off,” he ordered her.

  Dizzy, she took care not to fall over as she hurriedly pulled her dress over her head and removed her panties.

  As she stood before him, undressed while he was completely clothed, the heat of the moment sunk in. She was vulnerable in a way that went beyond the fact that she was naked and he wasn’t. He took control of her in a way no man ever had. She had interacted with doms before, but never like this. It had never affected her before. There was something about this man, the way he looked at her, the way he commanded her with merely his voice… it struck a chord with her and she wanted to play that chord at full volume.

  She wanted him. She couldn’t wait for him to have his way with her. Her cool persona melted away and left her a quaking puddle of unending need.

  “Good girl. Now come over here and turn your back to me so I may bind your hands.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She practically tripped over herself scurrying to comply. Putting her hands behind her, she eagerly awaited his tying her wrists.

  Soft, silky rope passed over her wrists as he secured her hands at the base of her spine.

  “Nicely done. Now bend forward at the waist so that I may inspect you.”

  As she leaned over, she realized she should have been humiliated by this request, but instead she felt her pussy lips and clit swell with her arousal. Her body felt as though it was on fire, and she thought she’d explode if he didn’t touch her soon.

  He must have meant a visual inspection because he didn’t touch her. Not yet.

  Circling around, he lifted her chin, raising her back to a standing position. A wicked gleam in his eye, he pulled out some frightening-looking nipple clamps. Without saying a word, he flicked her nipples, one at a time, with his index finger, transforming them into hard little nubs. He watched her face as he toyed with them.

  She knew to keep eye contact with him, but what he was doing to her was so toe-curlingly delicious, she had to struggle not to close her eyes and get lost in the sensation.

  “That’s right. Keep your eyes up here. Now I’m going to clip these onto your nipples. They will hurt at first. Try not to scream.” He stared at her as though she was catnip and he was a rollicking tomcat.

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  One clip fastened around her lef
t nipple. Sweet agony shot up into her chest. Gritting her teeth, she let out a yowl.

  “Easy does it. One more,” he said as he attached the other one to her right nipple.

  “Oooh, hoo, hoo!” Marley cried out and tried to breathe deeply.

  He lifted her chin and captured her lips with his. He held her face in his hands, burying his tongue in her mouth. With her hands bound, Marley was helpless to return his embrace, but she answered the call of his tongue, entering her own into the dance.

  When he let her go, she tottered on her feet, woozy with lust. “Kneel,” he told her.

  In a chivalrous gesture, he held her arm so that she did not fall trying to get into a kneeling position with no hands to aid her. He laid a pillow on the floor in front of her.

  Grabbing what looked like a riding crop off the mantel, he swatted her on the rear with it. “Head down, ass in the air.”

  Marley tipped herself forward, knees spread wide for balance. Her pulse erratic and her pussy throbbing, she laid her head on the cushy pillow, quivering in anticipation, praying that the rich playboy with the face of a movie star would give her the fucking she now craved so desperately.

  * * *

  James LeBlanc looked down at the heart-shaped behind of the adorable girl on the Aubusson rug before him. In his entire life, he had never seen such a delectable ass.

  Where had this girl come from?

  He knew she wasn’t one of Miss Jay’s girls. Did Milton think he was born yesterday? Or if she was, she was new to the game. This girl was real, not like the vacuous girls who worked for Miss Jay to supplement their allowances so they could buy the latest Birkin bag or yet another pair of Manolo Blahniks. He could tell by how hungry she was, how quickly she devoured her meal. Miss Jay’s girls never ate more than three bites when they came to play with him. Marley’s appetite impressed him in more ways than one.

  At first he thought she was cute in her flashy dress with those big green eyes all rimmed with black kohl. But when she sank down onto her knees and asked if she could suck his cock, he lost his mind. Something clenched in his gut, and he panicked.

  Afraid of losing control of the situation, he spanked her as though he could beat the seductiveness out of her… What was wrong with him?

  James prided himself on his ability to control these interactions. He worked constantly, but knew that for the sake of his mental health he needed some down time to blow off steam. When he dealt with women who were ‘professionals,’ he got what he paid for, and he didn’t have to deal with dating. Dating was a minefield, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the women he dated found out how much money he had. Things always got weird then, and not in a good way.

  Although he didn’t have time for a relationship, James did enjoy the company of women, and he liked to play kinky games with them. Several years back he discovered the ease of paid companionship. No hassles. Availability. And women who would go along with his kinks, no questions asked. The perfect way to play.

  Then Milton brings this adorable little waif to my hotel room, and I get butterflies in my stomach like a teenager. James shook his head, disappointed with himself for experiencing human emotions. He prided himself in being able to distance himself from messy emotions.

  “Mmm. Daddy, I mean, Sir. Aren’t you going to fuck me?” She peered over her shoulder at him, beckoning him seductively. Was that a challenge?

  Good God, why does she have to keep calling me Daddy? It made his cock throb, pressing hard against his pants.

  He walked over and touched her porcelain cheek. “Is that what you want?”

  She looked up at him through lust-filled eyes. “Yes, please, Sir.”

  He didn’t always fuck the girls he played with. In fact, he usually didn’t. Usually, he got his needs met without it. But he wanted to fuck this one. He wanted to fuck her hot little pussy for hours, until he made her raw and she begged him to stop.

  In an instant he stripped down and donned a condom. Grabbing her by the hips, he burrowed inside her with a growl.

  Her walls gripped him tightly, and he rocked her back onto his cock. Spurred on by the wet swirl of her cunt, he pounded into her. His bound captive offered herself to him, moans escaping her throat as she squirmed underneath him.

  When he was balls deep inside her, he reached around and unclipped the clamps that confined her nipples. She shrieked as the blood rushed back into the sensitive tissues. He found her clit with his hand, rubbing tiny circles around her swollen womanhead.

  She jerked with a body-rippling climax and came all over his rock-hard cock. He continued to impale her with long strokes until she stilled.

  He was tempted to come, but he held back. First he needed to violate that pretty mouth of hers. Marley wore no lipstick, yet her lips were as red as the ripest apple. Probably just as juicy.

  “Can you rise up to a kneeling position?” he asked.

  The fucking had taken a lot out of her. With a dazed look, she nodded. “Can you help me up, please, Sir?” With her arms tied, she needed help getting into position. He gave her a hand and propped her up to kneel before him.

  “Suck it.” He tossed the condom aside and wagged his erect cock in front of her face. She bobbed her head down to capture the tip in her mouth. She licked the sides, gathered her lips around it, and enveloped it in her warm little mouth.

  Placing a firm hand on the back of her head, he worked his way deeper into her throat. He was surprised that she was able to take him all the way in without gagging. Obviously this wasn’t her first rodeo.

  Tongue swirling, lips sucking, head bobbing—watching her work his cock made his heart sing. Grasping her ponytails in his fists, he took charge and fucked her throat to completion. He reared back and let out a harsh breath as he came.

  She sank down, collapsing into a heap. With quick, deft motions, James untied her ropes and wrapped her up in his arms. Those amazing green eyes stared up into his, and he nibbled her bottom lip.

  Marley responded with a passion of her own, her arms circled around his neck, and she held him close. Their lips met again, his tongue ran over hers. As he reveled in her kisses, James realized he had never made out with a prostitute before. Many of them didn’t like to kiss. That never bothered him. Was he breaking one of his rules? Hell, he didn’t know or care.

  His mind was completely on Marley, appreciating the moment. He couldn’t remember a time he had felt so happy.

  Chapter Three

  Marley gazed up at her client. His eyes were closed, which afforded her the opportunity to study him.

  That strong jawline could have been carved by a sculptor. Same with his abs. Cut with precision, as if chiseled by a professional. Worry lines creased his brow. Whatever he did for a living must cause him a lot of stress. Was this how he managed his stress? By playing with prostitutes? Judging by his physique, he worked out too.

  Opening his eyes, he asked, “Marley, where did you come from?”

  “Abilene.”

  He laughed.

  “What? Somebody has to come from Abilene. Why not me?”

  He chuckled, stroking her hair. He held her in his arms, and she had to admit she liked it. She felt safe there, though she had no idea why. She knew better than to get too comfortable with her clients. But this one was irresistible, even to her.

  “Would you like to spend the night?” he asked.

  She hesitated. Usually she tried to end her ‘dates’ as rapidly as possible. But in this case, she’d been hoping he’d ask. She wanted to spend the night between luxurious sheets and wake up to the possibility of breakfast. Plus, she wouldn’t mind spending some more time with this enticing man, whatever his name was.

  “We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want. I just thought you might want to stay here instead of going home tonight. It is rather late.”

  How could she refuse? “Sure, I’d like that.”

  “Good, I’ll let Milton know he can arrange to have you taken home in the m
orning.”

  She nodded and watched him put his pants on before going in the other room to call his assistant. She fumbled with her dress, pulling it over her head before retrieving her panties from across the room.

  Walking back into the room, he frowned. “You got dressed.”

  “Was I not supposed to, Sir?”

  “No, that’s okay. We almost forgot our crème brûlée. Would you like some milk with that before bed?”

  “Milk?”

  “Yes, milk. It’s good for a growing girl’s bones.”

  “Okay then.”

  He smiled. “I’ll be right back.”

  A few moments later he returned with their desserts, a glass of milk for her, and a glass of water for himself.

  “What about your bones?” she teased.

  “I drank mine this morning,” he said, touching his glass to hers before lifting it to his full lips.

  Dessert was divine. Marley had never had anything so yummy. She loved how the crystallized shell cracked when she pressed her spoon into the golden custard. “Mmm!”

  He grinned at her. “Pretty good, huh?”

  Marley nodded and gulped down her milk. He grazed her upper lip with his finger, wiping away her milk mustache.

  She giggled. “Thank you, Sir.”

  He led her by the hand into the dark bedroom. They stripped down to their underwear and he lay down beside her.

  In the stillness, she timidly asked, “Sir, what is your real name?”

  “James.” He put his arm around her and kissed her on the top of the head. “Now go to sleep, Marley.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She curled up next to him like a drowsy kitten and drifted off to sleep.

  * * *

  The next morning Marley glanced over and saw the rumpled covers of an empty bed in the spot where James had slept the night before. Sleepily, she sat up, stretched her arms and saw a note on the bedside table closest to her.

  Order anything you want for breakfast from room service. Enjoyed last night.

  —James

  Hooray! Room service. Marley couldn’t remember the last time she had such a treat. Gleefully, she hopped out of bed, searching for the menu.