Filthy for the Night (For The Night #3) (7 page)

Logan

The crunching of gravel alerted
me to the fact that we’d arrived back at Yasmin’s property. James pressed the
intercom to announce that he was returning her home and I looked out of the
windscreen to see the wide black wrought iron gates slowly open.

‘Yasmin, wake up for me, we’re back at yours,’ I
advised as I gently shook her shoulder.

‘What?’ she moaned.

‘We’ve arrived back at yours.’

‘Already?’

‘It’s nearly three in the morning,’ I smiled as
she looked up at me. It was bizarre seeing her normally green eyes covered in
those brown contact lenses, as well as that faded brown colour on her hair.

‘Really?’ she looked at me stunned.

‘Lots of sex does tend to leave one feeling
tired,’ I chuckled.

‘It sure does. Come on then,’ she nodded as she
struggled to right herself and James got out to open the door for her.

‘You’re sure the staff will be discreet?’ I
frowned.

‘Please, this is me you’re talking to. I have them
wrapped around my little finger,’ she confirmed before climbing out. I shook my
head and got out myself.

‘Thanks James. Feel free to disappear for a few
hours, as long as you’re back here to pick me up at say … eight?’ I suggested,
checking my watch. It would take about an hour to get me home, which would have
given him just over twelve hours on the clock.

‘Perfect, Sir. Ring me if you want me earlier.’

‘Thanks,’ I gave him a grateful smile and patted
the back of his shoulder as I held Yasmin’s arm and escorted her to the front
door, which was immediately opened for us.

‘Would you like something to drink or eat, Mrs.
Taylor?’ asked the foreign maid who’d answered the door.

‘A pot of tea for me and maybe a scone with jam
and cream.’

‘Sir?’

‘Do you have any cereal and fruit?’

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘A bowl of Weetabix please, preferably three, no
sugar and plenty of milk and two bananas, and an apple if you have them. Still
water, a slice of lime, lemon if you don’t have limes and no ice.’

‘Ok,’ she nodded.

‘Thanks,’ I smiled and she trotted off. ‘So, I
think someone’s in need of a serious clean,’ I advised as I scooped Yasmin up
into my arms. ‘Where’s the bathroom?’

‘We’ll use the master suite, up the stairs and
I’ll direct you from there.’

Yasmin

I looked at his strong jawline as he carried me
up, he was simply perfection. Those lips, that straight nose, square jaw and
those grey eyes that rarely gave anything away. He was so strong as well,
lifting me effortlessly like I was a rag. I couldn’t believe what he’d set up
for me tonight. I thought the gangbang in the club had been filthy enough, but
to have driven me out to the woods to a dogging site with random commoners
fucking me? It was the most turned on I’d ever been, until Logan slammed into
my stretched backside of course. A hundred men wouldn’t compare to having Logan
fuck me. Part of me wanted him again, part of me was just too exhausted. I
directed him into my bedroom and through the dressing room to the large master
bathroom and he carefully deposited me on the chaise longue.

‘Do you mind if I run you a bath?’ he asked as he
shrugged his jacket off. I shook my head as I lay sprawled and admired his
strong forearms with the light dusting of dark hair, then his firm tight
backside as he bent over to turn the dial to close the plug hole and turned the
taps on. Pretty soon the room was filling with steam from the bath and
radiating off me as I watched him moving about. He had to be the hottest man
I’d ever seen. Damn him, if he was a multi-millionaire I’d quite happily settle
down with him. I could only imagine how much better my sex life would be on a
daily basis. Full of passion and kink,
serious
kink. He’d introduced me
to bondage after the first couple of years of appointments, then I’d asked for
threesomes, but then even that got a bit old and I’d needed something more to
get me off. I wondered if the kinkier you got, the kinkier you had to get to
keep that high rolling? After tonight though, where else did I have to go?
Gangbangs and dogging, having twelve men in one night, how could I possibly top
that? The only other thrill would be doing it all bareback, to feel all that
come leaking out of me, seeping down my slim thighs.
That
was risky
though, who knows what I might catch. My head lolled to the door as I heard
Consuela the maid calling. ‘I’ll get it,’ Logan smiled and disappeared.

Logan

I carried the tray through to the bathroom, poured
Yasmin some tea and prepared her snack for her, cutting it into small pieces,
she still looked totally wrecked. I devoured my cereal and fruit, it had been a
long time since I’d eaten that light meal in the club and I was ravenous. As
soon as I finished, I checked the temperature of the bath, removed her coat for
her, then her stockings and suspenders and helped her down into the deep water.

‘You’re not getting in with me?’ she asked,
looking surprised.

‘No, but I’ll help you get clean, lie back for
me.’ I picked up a face cloth and dipped it into the water and lifted each arm
and leg in turn and soaped and rinsed her, then sat her up and did her chest,
stomach and back, before carefully washing her hair for her, the temporary dye
leeching down and staining the water surrounding her. Her hair was nearly back
to its almost white bleached look, which I found far less attractive. She
sighed as my fingers caressed her scalp, most women seemed to go malleable when
I did that to them. Much like I did when the back of my neck was stroked.

‘How much would I have to pay you to only fuck
me?’ she sighed. I stiffened up immediately.

‘That’s not how I work Yasmin, you know it’s not.
One night at a time only.’

‘Well yes, but if I could pay you enough to have
me as your only client?’

‘Well, from this profession I take home
approximately £24,000 net per month, could you afford to pay me that without
Eoin finding out?’

‘No,’ she sighed. ‘What if you just stopped
fucking anyone else I know from now on? I don’t like the idea of you with any
of my friends.’

‘I’m not your possession, Yasmin. I work for
myself and choose who I do and don’t accommodate.’

‘But I don’t like it,’ she whined as I narrowed my
eyes at the back of her head.

‘Remember that contract you sign each time you
book me? No emotional attachment at any time. I’m not your boyfriend, I’m just
the guy you pay to give you what you want for one night only, a few times per
year.’

‘Are you a millionaire?’

‘That’s rather personal, I’ve already shared more
than I should have. You need to just accept this for what it is, a working
relationship. You pay me for a service and I provide it. So what else can I do
for you, or are you all filthied out?’

‘I never got to taste you tonight,’ she advised as
she looked up at me with big puppy eyes. I forced a smile.

‘No, you didn’t.’

‘I’d love to blow you.’

‘But I’d want you to enjoy it, for it to last,
Yasmin. You know that you’re too good at blow jobs, and after watching you
tonight, I’ll come in seconds,’ I lied, trying to find an excuse not to stick
my cock in that mouth that had already had another eleven in it tonight.’

‘I’m not sure I can take you tonight Logan, I’m
exhausted. I’m sore and ache all over.’

‘So how about we get you comfortable on the bed,
I’ll kneel over your chest, stroke myself to completion and come all over your
face?’

‘Now you’re talking,’ she giggled. ‘A Logan
special always slips down well.’

‘Hmmm. How about I give you a massage if you’re
aching too.’

‘O Logan, you’re too good to be true,’ she sighed.

Yasmin

Logan helped me out of the bath and swathed me in
a towel before gently drying my hair and I winced as I saw the remains of the
brown dye all over my formally white Egyptian cotton towel.

‘Sorry,’ he smiled.

‘I’ll buy more,’ I shrugged. I loved having money,
I could buy pretty much anything I wanted, except Logan it seemed. He earned
decent money, but nowhere near the amounts Eoin took home from his wages and lucrative
sponsorship deals, along with his line of underwear and football trainers. I
had certain expectations in terms of allowances per month and Eoin was able to
fulfil those, Logan never would. I’d just have to make do with our quarterly
appointments, and decided tomorrow I was going to come up with an idea for my
next fantasy for him to fulfil. We’d long ticked off all the ones I’d
previously come up with and I wondered how I was going to top tonight’s
adventures. I smiled at him as he gathered up some bath sheets and slipped his
arm around my waist and led me back into the bedroom. I dropped my towel and
lay as seductively as I could on my stomach, looking coyly at him back over my
shoulder and felt my heart race and stomach flutter as he stripped down to his
bright tight white boxers, his muscles rippling. He seriously had a better body
than all of the football players I’d seen, and I’d been with a lot of them
before realising Eoin was going to be a big star and hedging my bets on him.

‘I take it after all this that you have some
massage oil?’ he asked.

‘Bathroom, the tall corner unit. I have to give
Eoin calf massages sometimes.’

‘With nothing in it for you?’ he called over his
shoulder as he headed that way.

‘You cheeky sod,’ I gasped and flung a pillow in
his direction. It didn’t even make it a quarter of the way across the large
room and with his long legs he’d already disappeared. I watched him return and
bit my lip as I took in the sight of him with a happy sigh.

‘Lie down flat. I’m going to work on your neck and
back, then your hips and thighs, which are going to be feeling the strain from
being fucked so hard all night when you wake up in the morning.’

‘I
was
fucked hard.’

‘And sucked, licked, stroked and wanked all over,’
he chuckled as he straddled the back of my thighs and I heard him rubbing his
hands together. I groaned as he lay them on me, the warm oil feeling delicious,
but not as delicious as the strokes he firmly rubbed along my tired muscles.
‘Why was tonight your fantasy?’