Desires (6 page)

After a surprised moment that the receptionist knew her
name, Stacie realized the identity code on the intercom must be linked to the
computer. She smiled. “Fine, thank you.” The receptionist discreetly handed her
a piece of paper, which she realized was an invoice.

The credit card transaction was completed quickly. “Dan
will be ready for you shortly. Would you like to take a seat?” the receptionist
said, giving Stacie her receipt and card back. Stacie sat on the leather couch
and waited, her knee jiggling impatiently.

It seemed like forever, but was probably only a few
minutes later when the receptionist said, “Miss Clifford? Dan’s ready for you.”

“Thank you,” Stacie said, leaping to her feet and
picking up her bag.

“It’s the same room as last night. Do you remember your
way?” the receptionist asked with a smile at Stacie’s eagerness.

“Yes…Yes I do, thank you,” Stacie told her, trying not
to run to the staircase.

“Have fun,” she heard the receptionist say. Stacie
decided not to comment.

Stacie made her way up the fabulous staircase. Her heart
raced and her tummy knotted. Was it nerves or excitement? She arrived at the
first floor and looked down the corridor. Dan was waiting for her at the door. He
smiled when he saw her. “Here we go,” she murmured to herself, before
plastering on a smile that was mostly genuine and making her way toward him.

Halfway down the corridor, another door opened. A woman
stepping out wearing a robe, looking as if she’d had a bad night, or at least
an eventful one. She looked rough and her makeup was smudged.

“Afternoon,” the woman said, approaching Stacie. She
staggered and lost her balance, almost falling on top of Stacie. The woman’s
breath smelled fusty at such close quarters and Stacie recoiled.

“Afternoon,” she replied, hesitantly.

Stacie turned to watch the woman walking down the
corridor, losing her footing as she went. She shook her head and turned back to
where Dan was waiting for her when a sound from behind her drew her attention
again. Stacie turned back around to see the woman had walked into the naked
statue. She stifled a semi-horrified giggle then continued quickly to where Dan
waited patiently.

“Hello Stacie,” he said, taking a few steps to close the
distance between them. He leaned forward to give her a kiss on the cheek, placing
his hands briefly on her waist as he did so. She inhaled his delicious
chocolaty smell.

“Hi,” she said back. They walked to the door together
and he held back to allow her to enter first. The smell of fresh flowers greeted
her as she walked in. It came from a large colourful bouquet arranged
attractively in a vase which sat on the small coffee table, along with a basket
of fruit and a chilled bottle of Cava in an ice bucket.

“I thought you might like a drink as you’ve booked to
stay overnight. My treat.”

Stacie turned to look at him. He was sporting the
lumberjack look today, wearing a red and white checked shirt, which hung open,
showing off his lean yet muscular chest and his youthful six-pack. His faded blue
jeans sat just below his waist showing a Calvin Klein waistband. He hadn’t
shaved but instead of looking unkempt, his stubble made him look sexier than
ever, and a little dangerous. She never usually went for the rough look, but
with Dan she could definitely be persuaded.

“How are you feeling today? You look amazing,” he said as
he closed the door.

“I’m feeling pretty good actually, considering how
nervous I was yesterday.”

“That’s great. It’s pretty normal to be nervous though,
don’t worry.”

His tone was authoritative and Stacie wondered for a
brief second how he knew, before she realized he had probably done this before,
with other women. The thought disturbed her.
Jealous, Stacie? This is a man who is paid to have sex with women. He’s
not your boyfriend. Get over it.

“So you have me booked until lunch tomorrow,” he was
saying when she dragged her thoughts away from the worrying turn they had
taken.

“That’s okay, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is.”

Of course it is,
Stacie. You’re paying him.

Trying to calm her tumultuous thoughts, Stacie walked
over to the small table and pulled a grape off the bunch. She popped it in her
mouth and placed her handbag on the floor.

Dan walked across the room and pulled out the stool
again, placing it to face the bed, in the same position as before.

“So, how did you find last night?” he asked.

“Interesting. But nice,” she said, glancing at him to
see his reaction.

“Good. What I thought we could do this session is move a
little further on.”

How much further
? Stacie wanted to ask, but her mouth wouldn’t work.

“When you are ready, I’d like you to sit on the bed like
yesterday.”

Stacie removed her coat and draped it over the back of
one of the chairs, then walked over to the bed and sat, positioning her knees
between his thighs. Not as nervous as yesterday, she found it easier to make direct
eye contact with those stunning chocolaty eyes. He placed his hands on her
knees and she shivered.

“Are you feeling anxious?” he asked.

“A little.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re in charge, remember. Anything you don’t like, we
stop instantly.”

Stacie nodded, barely listening, watching his mouth move
as he spoke, wanting to taste those full lips, wanting to…
oh, he was talking again!

“We’re going to do the same as last night only this time
you’re going to get hotter.”

How much hotter? I
want to shag you. Can I shag you?

He pushed her skater skirt up to reveal her bare thighs.
“I want you to close your eyes and stroke between your inner thighs, but don’t
touch your pussy.” Stacie obediently closed her eyes tight and began to stroke
up and down her own thighs. She relaxed, enjoying the tickling, tingling
sensations. Her pussy tightened but she obeyed his restriction, enjoying the
feeling of anticipation she was giving herself by delaying.

Then the sound of a mobile phone startled her.

“Damn,” she heard Dan say as he stood up abruptly. “I am
so sorry, Stacie.” She opened her eyes and watched him get his phone from the
pocket of his coat, which hung on the back of the door.

“Sorry. I’m supposed to have it turned off—I forgot.” He
chuckled as he looked at the display. “It’s my mate sending me a rude text. Would
you like to hear it?”

Stacie smiled. “Go on.”

“There’s a guy in hospital with sixty percent burns. The
doctor says, ‘Give him two viagras.’ The nurse asks, ‘Do you think it will
help?’ Doctor replies, ‘No, but it’ll keep the sheets off his legs.’” Stacie
burst out laughing.

Almost immediately, the phone bleeped again.

“I am so sorry about this,” he said. “I’ll turn it off
straightaway.” He checked the phone first, then chortled. “You’ll like this one
though,” he told her. “A couple just got married and on the night of their
honeymoon before they made love, the wife tells the husband, ‘Please be gentle,
I'm still a virgin.’ The husband was shocked and replied, ‘How is this
possible? You've been married three times before.’ The wife responds, ‘Well, my
first husband was a gynaecologist and all he wanted to do was look at it. My
second husband was a psychiatrist and all he wanted to do was talk about it. And
my third husband was a stamp collector…oh, do I miss him!’”

Stacie giggled. If he’d told her those jokes last night
she wouldn’t have laughed, but found them vulgar. She remembered way back in
the dim distant past when she’d found dirty jokes funny too. But Graham didn’t
like them. He thought they were crude and crass. His attitude had made her
question her own. Without noticing it, she’d turned into a prude.

“I’ve turned it off, so we won’t be disturbed again,” he
said and put the phone back in his coat pocket. He came back over to the stool
and sat down, taking her hands in his. “Where were we?”

Stacie gazed deep into his eyes, seeing kindness and
pleasure there. He was gorgeous, but there was much more to him than that. He
was sweet and funny and genuinely seemed to care about her well-being. And she
had him right through until lunch-time tomorrow. Panic spiked at the thought of
leaving Dan, but she shoved it down. She was here now and determined to enjoy
herself.

Dan released her hands and put his hands back onto her
knees where they had been before. “Close your eyes and feel your breasts
through your top.”

Stacie cupped her breasts in her hands, curling her
fingers and rubbing her nails lightly over her nipples which hardened and
thrust out through the fabric. She pushed them together and imagined Dan
lowering his face to lick them.

She felt him move closer to her, feeling his breath hot
on her face. He pulled her top out of her skirt and lifted it slowly and gently
up and over her head.

With the thrill of disobedience, she opened her eyes to watch
him, wanting to kiss him badly, and feel his body pressing against hers. She
inhaled his scent and felt her body quiver.

“Close your eyes,” he reminded her, with not a hint of
sternness.

She squeezed her eyes shut and relished the brush of his
hands on her flesh as he exposed her to his view. Stacie inhaled deeply,
pushing out her chest toward him, knowing that he had full view of her cleavage
bursting out of her sparkling bra.

Stacie placed her hands back on her breasts, squeezing
and kneading the soft lush flesh. Her mind filled with flickering random
images. Dan kissing her, Dan touching her, Dan making love to her while she
screamed in ecstasy. Her pussy quivered and she squeezed her muscles, feeling pulses
shooting directly from her nipples to her core. How much longer could she wait
for him to touch her?

Desperately, she moved her hands up and down her hips and
waist. Then back to her breasts, squeezing them tight, feeling more eager than
ever, feeling frustrated. She wanted, needed to be naked, to feel flesh against
flesh.

Again Stacie felt Dan come back close to her. He wrapped
his arms around her reaching for the back of the bra to unclasp it. All he had
to do was lower her back against the satin cover and she would let him take
her, then and there. Stacie quivered. She was ready.

The bra fell to her lap. Stacie inhaled his fragrance,
wanting to reach out to touch him, aching for the feel of his hard cock in her
hand, but he hadn’t said she could. She reined in her temptation, instead
squeezing and rubbing her naked breasts.

She felt him pull away from her and was bereft. She
heard rather than saw him sit back in his seat.
Patience. Do what he says
. Stacie continued to knead, covering her
nipples, not allowing him to see them.
Let
him be frustrated for a change.
She held her breasts tightly, tweaking the
nipples between her fingers. She thrust her pelvis forward and back to try to
ease the ache within, wanting to fall back onto the bed and touch herself below,
but knew he would give her the command to do so when he felt it was the right
time.

Stacie looked at him from under her lashes. His eyes
were focused on her, watching with great interest. She moved her fingers to
reveal her nipples, wanting to lunge forward and kiss him. Stacie began to
gently twist her nipples, her hyper-sensitive nerve endings sending their
message straight to her pussy.

“Stand up, Stacie,” she heard Dan say softly.

She opened her eyes, seeing him still sitting on the
stool. Stacie rose to her feet. Dan unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over
her bottom, revealing her sparkling thong.

“Now sit back down.” She did so. “I want you to slowly
caress around your thighs, stomach and waist without touching your genitals.”

Stacie felt a twinge of annoyance. She wanted to touch
herself. Nevertheless, Stacie slid her hands up and down her waist then across
her tummy, feeling her body twanging with anticipation.

She moved her hands down between her smooth inner thighs,
tickling the sensitive skin near her labia, wanting to move further up. Would Dan
tell her off if she attempted to touch her pussy after he’d said not to? She
decided to get as close as she could
without actually going near. She threw herself back onto the pillows, spreading
her legs, getting as close as she dared to her swollen pussy.

“I want to touch,” she cried out, unable to bear it any
longer.

“Not yet.”

Stacie nearly sobbed with frustration, but she obeyed. She
turned her attention back to her breasts, kneading and moulding them hard,
causing her tender flesh to ooze out between her fingers. She thrust her hips
off the bed. One hand squeezed her breast whilst the other ran wild all over
her body, everywhere except the one place she was forbidden, the only place she
wanted. Stacie shoved both her hands between her inner thighs and squeezed. She
wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold back her anticipation. She was bursting
with frustration, wanting so much to touch her pussy. She wiggled her hips and
waist all over the bed—needing so much to touch, but desperate to hear him allow
it.