Desires (18 page)

Stacie meant it to be a yes, but it came out as a
high-pitched moan. Dan repositioned his cock at her entrance and slowly, slowly
sank it into her, immersing himself totally in her wet passage.

The feeling sent her crazy, she reached behind her and grabbed
onto the headboard whilst his cock took her to complete heaven. He withdrew and
penetrated again, all her nerve endings went wild. But it was too slow, too
gentle, she wanted more. She thrust into him shamelessly, her hands squeezing his
firm bottom, urging him on. He picked up on her need and began pumping her till
her boobs jiggled. Stacie screamed wildly. Surely it had never been this good
before.

He stopped after a minute or so, breathing heavily as he
moved off her, rolling his body around to her right side. He turned her over
into a spooning position, her bottom tucked into his tummy. He lifted her right
leg and then glided his penis back into her. She bent her leg backward as much
as she could and wrapped it over his hip. He was even deeper inside her than
before, if that was even possible. Dan reached around and took hold of her
breast, squeezing and pulling. Stacie reached her hand down to where they were
joined, feeling his cock sliding in and out of her. Her thumb glanced over her
own clit and a jolt of feeling shot through her. She began to rub with earnest,
then she heard Dan tutting in her ear as he removed her hand, and replaced it
with his own.

Dan kept sinking his cock in her, sliding his manhood
deep inside, hitting that sweet spot deep within her. She wasn’t sure where to
concentrate, on him, or his penis dipping in and out of her excited vagina, or
the way he was stimulating her clit. Stacie was in pure heaven.

He pulled away again, this time putting her onto all
fours. He came in close behind her, taking a firm hold of her bottom. She
reached under and helped him into position, then felt his cock tormenting her
lips before he sank deeply, hitting her G-spot. Stacie cried out, twining her
fingers in the bedsheet. He reached around and resumed his playing with her
clitoris, thrusting in and out of her sodden shaft. Stacie screamed, feeling her
build up. She could hear the sound of his moaning—he wasn’t far behind.

She buried her head in the pillow, surrendering to the
inevitable. Her entire body felt hijacked, it jerked and fired in all directions.
Her body became overwhelmed with a hot sweat and all her nerve endings erupted.
Dan cried out as he thrust, penetrating faster and harder into her juicy pussy.
He groaned and held his position as Stacie erupted into oblivion. She felt his
cock pulsate with his orgasm, even through the rubber. His hands flexed on her
hips, holding her in place as he
spasmed
inside her.
Aftershocks rocked her body.

Stacie held her position feeling his body against hers. Her
body trembled. His hands relaxed on her hips and she felt him lean over and
kiss her back.

The he carefully withdrew and she collapsed on the bed,
rolling over to face him, attempting to catch her breath. Dan lay on his side
opposite her. His smile was enigmatic. Stacie didn’t bother trying to read him.
She lay looking at him, her breath beginning to slow, taking in the magic that
had just happened. Never in her life had she felt so much hunger for a man, or
climaxed with so much pleasure.

“How was that?” Dan asked her, discreetly pulling off
the condom and wrapping it in tissue from a box on the bedside table before
throwing it neatly into a bin next to the bed.

Stacie was surprised her grin didn’t split her face. She
could feel herself glowing with pure ecstasy. She was wet with sweat and she could
feel her pussy was soaked with her own love juices. Her body craved for more of
him. Dan was her man, well for tonight anyway. He might be a stranger, but he
had taught her more about the sheer pleasure of sex in the last twenty-four
hours than she had learned in her entire life.

Dan sat up and plumped up the pillows.

“Would you care for a drink?”

“That’d be great.”

Stacie watched him climb off the bed. His rounded bottom
dimpled as he walked over to the dresser. He stood unashamedly naked as he
poured their drinks and brought them back to the bed. His body was divine, his
muscles perfect. God help her, she wanted him all over again.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, a cheeky smile
on his face. He passed her glass to her and got back onto the bed, holding his
glass carefully. It hardly mattered if he spilled it, the bed was soaked with
her juices anyway.

“Guess,” she replied, pulling the sheet up from the
bottom of the bed to cover her body.

“I assume you enjoyed it?”

“What gives you that idea?”

Stacie made herself comfortable in the bed, arranging
the pillows behind her so she could sit up straight. She didn’t want to meet
Dan’s eyes. She felt a little embarrassed now by her reactions. She took a sip
of her wine, not tasting it. Dan’s stare was almost tangible. She stared
straight ahead, realising she had a problem she couldn’t put off any longer.
She was beginning to finding him more attractive. And it wasn’t just physical
either. That was great, but it was more than that. The thought had been prodding
her for some time and she knew she was going to have to face it. She was
falling for him. It was hopeless, she knew. She couldn’t have him.
That damn contract!
Stacie wished she
could grab it and rip it to shreds.

“What are your plans after leaving here tomorrow?” he
asked her.

“Back to my flat and housework, I guess. Terribly
boring,” she replied, finally managing to bring herself to look at him. His
lips were delicious. “Is your client tomorrow a regular?”

“No, well yes…she’s just started,” he said, sipping his
wine.

She looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“She’s only been coming a short time. She’s a little
older than me.”

“Oh right. Is she pretty?” Stacie asked, wishing she
hadn’t.

“Not bad, I’ve certainly had much…much worse,” he said. The
pit of Stacie’s stomach began to ache.

“Yeah, the old woman?”

“Yes definitely, but this woman’s unique in many ways. I
have to say I’m looking forward to her. You could always book me next weekend,
if of course you want to. I could give you a few instructions to keep yourself
going,” he said, his expression inscrutable.

“Oh right,” she replied. Her heart felt like it had been
pulled out her body and ripped apart. This was why the contract existed, she
savagely reminded herself, so stupid women like her wouldn’t go and fall for
their instructors. Which was precisely what she had gone and done. She got up,
intending to head to the bathroom to clean up, not looking at Dan. It wasn't
his fault. He was just doing his job. It was her fault.

“Are you okay?” she heard him ask.

“Yes, of course, why?” She felt her eyes brimming with tears
and dashed them away, horrified.
Just let
me go to the bathroom and cry!

“Stacie, it’s you.”

“Who is?” she asked, hesitantly turning to look at him. He
was smiling.

“Tomorrow. My client. My afternoon and evening,” he said.

Stacie shook her head, not understanding. “How come?”

“You went to reception to book me.”

“Well, yes I did, but I—”

“Yes…and the receptionist was ringing to see if I was
available for you.” He got off the bed and moved close to her, smiling. “You
know, I almost got the feeling you were jealous.”

“Did you?” she whispered, her knees suddenly wobbling so
hard she had to sit hurriedly back on the bed.

“Yes.” He sat next to her, lifting a gentle thumb to
wipe away the tear that overflowed.

“I’m aware of the rules,” she said, looking away from
him.

“Ah yes, we must always remember the rules,” he said,
kissing her cheek before standing up. He went to the bathroom while Stacie
sipped her wine. A smile cracked her face as she remembered what he’d said. “I’m
looking forward to her.” Did he mean it?

Her mind’s cogs began to churn. She had to try her
hardest not to become flattered with the few sweet comments he had made. This
was his job. He could be just keeping her sweet, saying what she wanted to
hear, so she’d carry on coming and he’d keep on getting paid. But would he be
that cruel, letting her fall in love with him, just for money? One would have
to be a consummate actor in this line of work, never letting the client see if you
were disgusted with them, or what they wanted you to do.

She sat on the bed, staring hard at the bathroom door,
waiting for him to return. She couldn’t help it, she wanted desperately to see
his sexy smile, in fact to see him, full stop. The way he walked, the way he
talked, the way he touched and the way he made her feel. He was everything she
had ever dreamed about in her perfect man. There was simply nothing that she
didn’t like about the guy—except, perhaps, his chosen line of work.

He came out the bathroom and flashed a smile at her. His
cock was limp but he was still gorgeous. Did he know, this handsome young man, what
effect he was having on her life?

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

“Wonderful. You?”

“I’m great…I am just going to pop out for a few minutes,
get a little air,” he told her. He went to the wardrobe and pulled out some jeans
and a T-shirt.

Whilst vaguely wondering why he was going out in the
dark, she didn’t answer him other than an, “Mm-hmm,” of acknowledgement. He
really didn’t need to answer to her about anything. She returned his smile as
he left the room, stretching with pleasure, content in the knowledge that she
would have him all day tomorrow as well.

Chapter Six

Stacie opened her eyes, hearing movement in the room. She
must have dozed off after Dan had left the room. She turned her body slightly
to see Dan sitting on the bed.

“What time is it?”

“Nine thirty. You were fast asleep.”

“You must be wearing me out,” she replied, stretching
out while kicking off the sheet. The air hit her body and she realised she was completely
naked. She grabbed the sheet and covered herself back up. “How was your fresh
air?”

“Not bad, it’s freezing out though.”

Stacie climbed off the bed picked up the robe that was
still beside the bed and headed into the bathroom. After combing her hair,
Stacie refreshed her makeup then headed back out to Dan who was resting on the
bed. Stacie went over to the wardrobe pulling out the grey jeans and red sweater
she had been wearing before, then sat on the end of the bed, staring at the
television, seeing what Dan was watching.

“What do you fancy doing?” he asked, switching the
television off by the remote.

“How about we go out for a walk? I fancy stretching my
legs and getting some air.”

Dan jumped off the bed and started to put on his shoes.
Stacie slipped hers on also and started to move toward the door. Dan got there
first, opening it for her. She brushed past him deliberately, feeling a
frisson
just from that slight touch.

They walked down the corridor hearing music—it got
louder as they approached the staircase. A couple came hurtling out of a room
laughing and groping one another. They seemed pretty drunk. Stacie watched them
losing their footing, falling all over the place. Dan took hold of her hand to
keep her moving. Stacie glanced back at the drunken pair, they had fallen to
the floor with him landing on her.

They arrived at the top of the staircase. The music belted
out from below. Stacie loved a good dance, it reminded her of the good old days
hanging out with her friends, leaving college, and quickly getting ready before
hitting the pubs and nightclubs. She always loved dancing, standing out from
the others, moving her feet to the beat and swaying her hips, hoping to be
noticed by the men. She swayed to the music as they walked down the sweep of
stairs.

The receptionists were sitting and chatting. They both smiled
at Dan and said, “Good evening.” Stacie frowned, trying to analyse their
smiles. This was a sex club. Did they all shag each other indiscriminately? Who
knew what went on here? Dan replied cordially, letting go of Stacie’s arm.

Stacie walked over to the large double wooden doors from
where the music was emanating. She wondered what was behind it. Where was Dan?
She looked back to see him laughing with the receptionists. Quelling her
ridiculous jealousy—they were just colleagues—she opened the doors a crack.

The semi-darkened room was like a night club. The dance
floor was full of party-goers, jigging and writhing, their hands in the air. That
was something Stacie certainly was in the mood for. She went inside and glanced
around. The hall was huge and grand with old Georgian features, a decorative
ceiling, large canopies, and gleaming chandeliers. There was a bar at one end
and comfortable-looking seating areas surrounded the dance floor.

Then Stacie looked at the other end of the room, which
was dominated by a large stage. It was a live sex show! There were several
couples having sex right there on stage—there was even one woman lying on a cushioned
bench being penetrated by several men from all directions. Alongside the grand
old chandeliers, cages hung from the ceiling containing naked women and men
dancing seductively.