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I stepped from the car, my legs a little shaky due to my sudden onset of nerves. This would be the first time that I would be the one fucking the woman, not Link. I was such a fucking hypocrite. I always prided myself on doing the right thing, yet, here I was going to do something I knew was wrong. And the even sicker thing was, I didn’t give a fuck. My need to be inside her overpowered my need to strive for perfection. It was honestly the first time in my life I had ever felt that way.

Back in the office, Nicola had told me that Link and I helped her. That we managed to bring forth her vacant feelings. Well, I had to say that it went both ways. When I was around her, I didn’t feel like I had to be perfect. I didn’t have to be flawless or spotless, but instead I could be myself. I could feel natural without thinking I had to try so hard. She calmed me, soothed me in ways I could never describe. She subdued and tranquilized my demons as well as the haunting inner dialogue, my long dead father, insisted on having in my thoughts.

I stepped out of the car and into the cold. Snowflakes melted against my skin the instant they came into contact with my face. My body was hot with desire, warm with the knowledge of what was going to occur upstairs and even the freezing temperature of the New York winter weather wasn’t enough to cool me down. I opened the door, reaching down to grab Nicola’s hand to help her from the car. The blindfold was securely in place and she had a firm expression of her mouth. It was tight as if she were trying to hold back from saying something to me by clenching her jaw. Since her hair was up, I watched as the snowflakes danced across her neck, chilling her and creating a pattern of goose bumps on her skin.

We walked up the stairs and into the warmth of the building. She walked with grace. Even though she had never been in the building without the blindfold, she knew exactly how many steps there were to the elevator. She knew how many taps of her heels it was to the door of the apartment, and she knew how many strides it took her to get to the bed in the center of the room.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked as I poured myself a large tumbler of dark whiskey, taking a large draw from the glass and appreciating the burn in my throat and my belly. I walked over to where she sat on the bed, her back ramrod straight and her lengthy, smooth legs crossed over one another. I held the glass to her lips, and watched as she inhaled the liquor before opening her mouth for me to allow some to pass her lips. There was something devastatingly erotic about watching her lips on the same glass that mine were on only moments ago. Even though we were both afraid to let go of our insecurities, and yes, she had them, I felt like sharing the glass with her was allowing two pieces of ourselves to unconsciously blend together.

“Where’s Link?” She asked after she swallowed, the dark amber bringing out a huskiness to her voice.

“He’ll be along shortly,” I lied. I had to keep up the façade, because her anger with me would probably turn to outrage if she knew that I was going to be the one who would be fucking her tonight.

She pulled off her jacket and laid it on the bed next to her, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles as she did. There she sat in a garnet red, silk mini-dress that exposed the garters holding up her stockings due to how short it was. The top was nearly sheer, exposing the darkened areolas of her breasts, and the pertness in her nipples through the thin fabric. I swallowed the rest of the whiskey down before setting the glass back on the table next to the decanter. Making my way over to the stereo, I picked up the headphones and turned on the system and retrieved my own headset so that I could still speak to her if I needed to, yet allow my hands to be free to roam her body.

“I’m going to place the headphones on you now.”

She only nodded, clearly still not speaking to me. Good. She could use that anger, that aggression she was harboring and channel it into how I was going to fuck her. Only I had plans for how I was going to carry it out. Placing the headset onto my own head, I spoke to her.

“Can you hear me?”

She nodded again.

“You have to speak to me sometime, Nicola. Although, your silence won’t last very long,” I said, sexual innuendo prevalent.

“I have nothing to say to you, Doctor. Where is Link? Can we just get this over with?”

I reached for her chin, tilting her head to where she would be staring into my eyes if it weren’t for the blindfold.

“I told you, when you are in this place, I am Sinclaire. Do you understand?” I asked as I brushed my thumb across her bottom lip.

The tiniest hitch of her breath didn’t go unnoticed before she nodded.

“Good. Now, scoot back onto the bed and extend your arms and legs out.”

She did as I instructed, laying back and extending all of her limbs toward the four corners of the bed. Her breasts heaved as she did, clearly being affected by the situation. My control was slipping and I needed to get inside of her before I lost it. I attached both her legs and her arms to the soft leather cuffs on the bed, making it clear she wouldn’t be able to move. This is what I needed to ensure that my demons wouldn’t come to the surface while I was with her. If she were to try and get up and leave, it would wreck me. I couldn’t take that kind of rejection.

Not from her.

I undressed, making sure to take my time and breathe through the flood of desire filling my chest. My cock, standing rigidly at attention was objecting to the aching slowness of my removal of clothing. I had to be sure that I was in control before I took the chance with her.

I climbed onto the bed, feeling the mattress dip as I did. Slowly, I placed my lips against her navel, dipping my tongue in and causing a slight jerking reaction in her body.

“Link?” She breathed, something funny in the sound of her voice. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered.

What?

“Quiet,” I demanded through the headphones. She stilled along with the silence in her voice. I began to trail kisses up her body.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

I KNEW WHAT I was about to do was wrong. I knew that in the long run it could damage the trust between Andris and me, but I didn’t care. I had never felt hurt before, but the first time I had, it was like a devastating blow to my chest. The thoughts of him fucking Barbie Cardinelli wouldn’t leave my mind and I wanted him to feel the same jealousy that I was consumed with.

My years of being a female escort, hooker, prostitute, whatever you wanted to call it, gave me good practice at being an actress. I could make any man feel like he was God of all things sex when he was with me. I knew how to make them cum longer, faster and better than they ever had in their lives with just the sounds of my voice. I was a highly trained professional with years of field practice.

“Link? I’ve missed you,” I stated in a breathy whisper.

“Quiet,” I heard Andris bark into the headphones. I smiled inwardly, knowing that it would work just from the one phrase alone.

He trailed kisses up my torso, causing my breath to quicken. A sharp pain radiated in my right breast as his teeth clamped down on my nipple and converted to pleasure when he licked it soothingly through the fabric. My body instantly heated, my blood beginning to pump faster in my veins.

Truth be told, I really did miss him. Link had the powerful ability to make me feel, yet also had the ability to mask those feelings in a way that only had me feeling pleasure. He was a calming fortress to my newly racing thoughts and emotions. The harder he pounded into me, the less I had to actually think about the emotions and instead could immerse myself in them.

My dress was pushed up past my hips and the top was pulled down, exposing my breasts. Two warm palms came to rest on my breasts and he squeezed my nipples, sending an electric current running strait to my clit. My back arched off the bed, pressing my breasts harder into his hands.

Soothingly, one hand caressed the side of my face. It was new. It was almost…intimate. Something Link had never expressed before. It scared me slightly because my thoughts were now running wild in my head, making it difficult for me to keep my mind on my task.

I moaned softly as he nudged my thighs apart and settled his body between my legs.

“Link, please,” I begged in a desperate voice that I clearly didn’t have to fake. I did want him, but I also wanted to get to Andris.

“I love how you feel when you are inside me. I love it how your cock fills me so completely. I love how hot you make me feel.”

His hands squeezed my thighs and I yelped out in surprise.

“That is enough, Jericho,” Andris said sternly, his breathing coming faster.

It was working.

“Link. Fuck me.”

“I said quiet!”

I didn’t have time to respond because Link climbed up my body and straddled me. I felt the tip of his cock as he rubbed it across my lips and I opened, allowing him to gain access to my mouth. I couldn’t hear him, but I felt the rumble of his body as I worked my tongue around the tip of his dick. He hardened in my mouth, the velvety smoothness of his skin stretching even further. This was the first time in the few sessions we have had together that I had gotten to taste him. I enjoyed the salty presence of his precum. I relished in the feel of his hands as he placed them behind my head and guided my movements.

I put everything into sucking him off, something that was hard to do with my arms being restrained. My neck protested, the muscles there burning with each bob of my head as I worked to pull him deeper into my mouth. His grip tightened on my head as he pulled on my hair. Prickles raced down my spine. I was enjoying this. I felt empowered as his thighs tightened at my sides, signaling his approaching orgasm.

Suddenly he was off of me, leaving me wanting the explosion in my mouth. I wanted to taste him as he lost himself over to me, knowing it was me who gave him that insurmountable pleasure.

My panties were pushed aside as he settled between my legs again and I felt the hot tip of his tongue take a long, slow swipe against my clit. My hips bucked in pleasure, my mouth opening to allow the sudden rush of breath to escape from my body.

“Link, oh my God,” I said as I tried to squeeze my thighs together, clearly not able to complete the task with them restrained. I heard Andris growl into my ear at the same time that Link groaned against my pussy and it sent waves of pleasure circulating through my body. My legs began to tremble and I gripped the sheets beneath me and squeezed them in my fists as my body began its slow trek towards crescendo. I felt my clit stiffen as Links relentless tongue lashed against it. My body was desperate to get away from the torture of his tongue, yet ached for him to continue at the same time.

It hit me suddenly, no warning. Just pure bliss and elation as my body exploded from his tongue, stiffening as I felt the rush of fluids between my legs. My mind momentarily traveled into a state of trance, going absolutely blank as if I were in a state of meditation. As I came down from my high, I felt my body weaken and I opened my mouth because the need to breathe deeper was desperate. I let go of my grip on the sheets and allowed my body to relax into the bed.

Link climbed over the top of me, settling his hard chest against mine and pressed a single chaste kiss to my lips, allowing me to taste my own desire on his. I felt the tip of his dick press at my entrance and even though I felt weak, I opened for him, my body still not through with the pleasure he could give me.

My clit was still sensitive as he started pushing inside of me in one long, slow thrust. He stilled at the hilt, allowing my body to adjust to his size. This is where things took a turn. In all of the sessions I have had with this man, he had fucked the hell out of me so hard that I felt the remnants of him on my body for days after. He made me sore, giving me that constant reminder that he was there each time I took a step. But this time, he went slow, pulling out and pushing in at a slow, leisurely pace. I noticed that Andris was unusually quiet and it made me wonder if the desperate sound in my voice as I begged for Link to fill me, really got to him. Suddenly I didn’t feel so great about wanting to torment him the way I had been, after I found out about him and Barbie.