Chapter 2 The First Touch

• "Deep breaths," I whispered, sliding my oiled hands across his broad back. "Relax, let go. It's just you and me right now."
• The room was shrouded in darkness, its atmosphere complete with the softness of candlelight in the air, thick with the soothing fragrance of lavender. His back muscles stiffened, and I knew he had come to me for reasons other than the art of relaxation.
• "How's that?" I whispered, low and sultry, my lips grazing along his ear.
• "Amazing," he whispered, his already husky voice full of anticipation.
• I chuckled, sliding my hands down further, just teasing the waistband of his towel. "You know, if you need something extra."
• He turned his head, eyes darkening in that familiar hunger. "I think you know exactly what I need, Jasmine."
• "Just say the word," I purred, and let my fingers dance lower. His breathing hitched, and I loved this part-the anticipation, the control. It was all part of the game, and I was damn good at playing it.
• I shifted, circling the table, giving him a perfect view of my cleavage as I leaned over. His eyes followed every move, his hands twitching to reach out. But this was my show, and I wasn't about to let him forget that.
• "Let's make this easy," I said, yanking the towel away and letting it fall to the floor. His eyes went wide, a flash of nerves crossing his face. "We can keep it professional, or..."
• I trailed my fingers lightly down his spine, pausing at the base, and he shivered.
• "Fuck," he whispered, strain edging his tone. "Just... more. Please."
• I smile, loving how they all broke so very easily. "Good choice."
• This session was no different from any other: hot, heavy, and, ultimately, satisfying. I knew what they were looking for, and I knew exactly where to give it to them. It's why they kept coming back. It's why they all wanted more.
• When he was gone, literally stumbling out of the room, I cleaned up quick and checked my phone. There were a couple of new messages-one from a regular looking to book his next appointment, and one from Ethan.
• Ethan: Babe, club tonight? Got a girl lined up if you're down.
• I rolled my eyes, but a smile tugged at my lips. Ethan knew my type, and he knew exactly how to get me to say yes. Not that he ever had to try too hard.
• Me: What's she like?
• Ethan: Hot, submissive, loves to watch. She'll be perfect.
• A shiver ran down my spine. Ethan and I had this unspoken understanding-no strings, no jealousy, and just pure unadulterated fun. And it worked because we both knew the rules. We didn't get attached. We didn't get possessive.
• Me: Fine. But she better be worth it.
• I almost think he laughed through the phone. Ethan was that confident, really that sure. It was one of the things drawn me to him, this cocky, I-own-the-world attitude matching my own so perfectly.
• Later that night, Ethan picked me up, looking every inch the bad boy in dark jeans and a leather jacket. His smirk grew even wider when he saw me, his eyes raking over my short, tight dress.
• "You look fucking incredible," he said, pulling me in for a kiss that was all tongue and teeth. "Gonna be hard to keep my hands off you tonight."
• "Who says you have to?" I whispered back, nipping his lower lip before backing off. "Let's go meet your girl."
• We made our way down to the club, the bass of the music pounding through the floor as we stepped inside. Ethan's arm draped itself over my waist, holding me close as we navigated the crowd. Already, I knew eyes rested on us, the lingers of stares against bare skin from both men and women. It was that thrill of being desired, the thrill of knowing I could have any of them if I wanted.
• There she is," Ethan whispered in my ear, nodding toward a girl by the bar. She was small, with long, curly blonde hair and a coy smile that suggested something more. Perfect.
• I strolled over, allowing Ethan to make the introductions. She blushed as I reached out and touched her arm, her eyes wide and uncertain.
• "You nervous?" I asked, leaning in close. "Don't be. We're going to have so much fun.
• She nodded, swallowing hard. "I've never done this before."
• Ethan chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. "Don't worry. Jasmine's the best there is."
• We didn't stay at the club long. I was already feeling the buzz, a mix of alcohol and charged energy between the three of us. Back at Ethan's place, things escalated quickly-as they always did.
• The blonde was eager, verging on too eager, hanging on to every touch and command. Ethan watched, his eyes dark with lust, as I took the lead. It's always better that way-me in control, setting the pace. And tonight was no different.
• As the three of us tangled in sheets and moans, I felt that familiar rush, the sense of power and freedom with every encounter. This was my life - wild, unapologetic, mine for the commanding.
• Ethan's hands gripped my hips and pulled me against him, his mouth hungry on mine as he kissed me hard. "Fuck, Jasmine," he groaned. "I really don't think I'll ever get enough of this.
• I just smiled, running my fingers down his chest. "Good. Because I'm just getting started."