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The crackle of Andris’s voice through the headphones didn’t hide the forcefulness that had returned to his tone. A hand cupped my chin, pulling my body up from the floor and I scrambled to work my way to my feet. Link’s hand clasped mine, the feel of the calluses on his fingers touching the backside of my hand. I was led, no practically dragged to another part of the room, where the smell of leather was stronger. Link stopped walking and in return I stopped. His hand left mine and I hated the coldness that I was left with.

“There is a table in front of you, Miss Lane. Bend over, and place your hands there, spread your legs, and don’t move.” My hands connected with soft padded leather, the action thrusting my naked ass into the air. I heard the sound of buckles clanking together only moments before my hands were bound to the table. I felt Link caress my back with something, being blindfolded and not knowing what it was, I couldn’t say. It felt like leather as it trailed down the nape of my neck and along my spine. My breathing was short and sharp. I could feel my own desire running down the creamy skin of my inner thigh as my pussy begged to be filled.

I tried to get my mind in the game, picturing what I thought Link looked like. He had to be large, bigger than me. I could feel the hard muscles of his body when he pressed into me and I could tell that his physique was either that of an athlete, or someone who worked out regularly. Since I wasn’t allowed to touch him, I didn’t know whether his hair was short or long, or whether he had a beard, or a smooth jaw. Not being able to see him, I didn’t know if his eyes were green, brown, or the beautiful dark navy color that Andris’s were.

Instantly, my thoughts were on him and the image that I saw when I walked out of the club earlier and found him leaning against the car. He was beautiful, rugged, but in a refined way. His jaw always held the perfect amount of stubble and his hair always seemed slightly too long in the front, but just enough to be incredibly sexy. Was it wrong of me to enjoy knowing that Andris was watching? Was it seriously fucked up of me to be turned on by the stare of one man while being physically turned on at the hands of another?

“Andris?” I asked when I hadn’t heard anything from him in several minutes. The item that was traced down my spine collided with my ass, sending a bite of pain across both cheeks.

“You are not permitted to speak, Miss Lane, unless it is to cry out in pleasure. Link isn’t pleased when you do, much less speak another man’s name only moments before he fills you with his cock.”

And then it happened. My hips were grabbed and Link’s cock was shoved into me, burying himself to the hilt as his balls slapped against my sensitive clit. He stilled, but only momentarily, as he let my pussy adjust to his cock for a few brief seconds before he started a relentless rhythm of pounding into me. Heat spread even deeper as all the blood flow rushed to that part of my body and my pussy eagerly welcomed each thrust. There it was again. The sating of the craving, the rush of drugs to my system. My fix, flooding through my veins.

My breasts bounced against my chest as his grip tightened on my hips. My nails dug into the leather of the table in front of me as I tried to ground myself even more in this spot. The spot where everything flooded me at once, where my very few emotions came to the surface and I smiled, actually fucking smiled from the pleasure and happiness radiating through my body.

Link’s hand caressed my back as the other held onto my hips before he reached up and fisted my hair in his hands, tugging my hair and making my head tilt back in the process. My mouth was open as I worked to suck in vital air at the same time I was chasing my release. It was there, teetering on the edge of bliss and total annihilation. Suddenly, my feet left the floor as Link let go of my hair and picked me up by my hips and began thrusting even harder if possible.

He drove into me like a man possessed. Like a man who was staking claim on my body, and I was loving every second of it. Hitting somewhere deep inside of me, I exploded, coming all over his cock as my body finally found the relief it was looking for—surrendering to the pleasure and flooding me with a surge of normalcy. It was wonderful getting to experience this, and even more heightened by the situation.

It was in that moment that I knew that I wouldn’t be able to get enough. The sinful desires, the overwhelming pleasure I felt from being with Link as Andris watched on, would never leave my system. No one would ever be able to replace the feelings that both of these men had given me. They were a godsend, something that was quickly becoming vital to my existence and I began to feel fear as Link climaxed into me and only seconds later pulled out.

There it was. Fear again. An emotion that I didn’t experience often, yet one that I recognized most in others. As my backside felt cold from the distance Link but between us, warmth filled me once again as Andris spoke into the headphones and explained that he was removing my restraints.

“Leave the blindfold on, but Link insists you stay here this evening. You can remove it once you have been taken to your sleeping quarters.”

A warm robe type fabric was placed around me as Andris tied something at my waist. The headphones were removed and all I could hear was the breaths of Andris and my own.

“Is he gone?” I asked, curious about Link’s quick retreat every time he came inside of me.

“Yes.”

“Why does he leave like that?”

“He doesn’t like his escorts to know who he is. He is a user, Nicola. He enjoys your body, but doesn’t want anything else other than that.”

“So, I’m Nicola now?”

I heard him sigh long and hard, as if he were fighting against something that was greater than him.

“My mistake.”

I reached out to touch him, but was only met with air.

“How do you feel about my body?”

I heard him swallow audibly before he spoke, his next words cutting through me like a knife.

“Your body is beautiful, but I will not ever touch you. You belong to Link. I watch how you submit to him. I watch how you let him manipulate your body, and while it is fucking gorgeous, it is my job to provide a service, just as it is yours. Nothing else, Miss Lane.”

“It’s weird. How he makes me
feel.
I can’t explain it. Why is it that I have such a response to him? To you as well, for watching.”

“That is a question that you need to save for Dr. Gunn.”

“But you are Dr. Gunn,” I shot back.

“Here, I am not.”

Andris led me to a room in silence, guiding me by the hand. Not another word was spoken the entire way until we reached wherever it was I was going to be spending the night. I was confused. At his office, Andris was warmer, sweeter even. Here, when I was in session with Link, he seemed colder, more distant. I didn’t know whether it was because he wanted to keep his business and side job separate, or if it was because he was trying to hide behind two different personalities.

It was a challenge to me. Something that drove me to wanting to see how long Andris would hold out until he couldn’t hold back anymore. I wanted him to want my body the same way that Link did, and I was going to make it my mission to see that it happened.

I HAVE ALWAYS PRIDED myself on my self-control. Knowing that I had the ability to maintain authority over my actions, my choices, and sometimes even my thoughts.

But not always.

There have been very few times in my life where my constraint was tested, my self-restraint sitting on the border of complete power and complete meltdown. I was poised, educated, well-spoken and looked up to by all of my peers, many of whom were several years older than myself. It was my drive for excellence, my passion to be perfect that provided and pushed my dominance to the forefront.

Then there were things that pulled me back as well.

Like my asshole of a father, my asshole of an uncle, and now…
Nicola
.

I’ve been angry. I’ve been driven to the point of complete loss of my control, but I have managed to pull myself back from the brink, to step back from the proverbial ledge, I guess you could say.

But watching her? Hearing her? Having to endure the torture of another being pounding into her and driving her body toward a mountain of pleasure was damn near maddening to the point of insanity. My jaw ached, my palms laced with the imprint of my fingernails from clenching my fists so tight. I didn’t have to see her eyes to read the desire on her face, the want, the need, the inability to maintain her own control, as she climaxed and allowed her body to surrender to Link’s relentless rhythm. It was written in the curvature of her mouth, the hiss in her breath, and the throaty cry of her voice as she summersaulted into rapture.

The jealousy damn near consumed me, only moments away from pushing Link aside and taking over. To allow me to be the forethought and him the afterthought. I wanted to replace myself in her imagination as her cunt was seduced by him. I wanted the desire running down her legs to belong to me, be for me, because of me.

But, I couldn’t.

Not only would it break
Link’s
contract, but it would break everything that he and I had accomplished together. It was through him, because of him, that I was allowed to chase away the demons that filled me. He helped to give me the escape I needed, to not have to feel the all-consuming need to be perfect, to strive for excellence.

So instead, I let him finish while I closed my eyes, trying to drown out the visual before me, trying to lose myself into other thoughts and struggling as sweat dripped from my brow. The smell of sex infiltrated the room, the musk of her pheromones working to slowly destroy me.

The energy never shifted when they both finished, it only worked to keep the sparks alive. My breathing had quickened, my chest heaved with heavy burden as I removed my headset and threw it across the room. Link had left and all that remained was me, the man left to clean up after him. There was no telling what kind of opinion Nicola had of me, knowing what I did. She couldn’t possibly respect me for the things I did. Hell, I didn’t respect myself. But dammit, it was the only way for me to get through all the shit swirling around in my head on a daily basis. So when she asked me why she had the response she did to Link and the same feelings about me watching, I couldn’t answer her. I couldn’t speak for Link, but only for myself, and it wasn’t something I could discuss with her.

I led her to a second story room in the apartment, a place where none of the other girls have ever stayed. It was a rule. Fuck them and then they leave. Neither Link, nor I had the time to deal with clinginess or idle chit chat. He got what he wanted, the girls got their money, and everyone was satisfied. But for some ungodly fucking reason, I wasn’t ready to let Nicola go. I wanted to keep her close. I wanted to be able to know that she was sleeping in the room next to where I would be staying and fantasize that it was me driving into the depths of her delicious cunt instead of Link.

Fucking Link.

I had a love/hate relationship with him. I loved getting to observe his conquests. I loved getting my own satisfaction from watching him fuck girls until they had trouble walking out of the door. But I also had a hatred for him because of the jealousy I felt with Nicola. Never once had I been envious of his position—to want what he had, but somehow it’s different now. My mind and eyes knew her curves. They knew the sounds she makes when she’s turned on, and the soft rush of breath that always flowed from her lips right before she climaxed. I knew the throaty pitch in her voice as her desire increased, and I also knew the glow of her body after orgasm.