Chapter 3 Pleasure And Control
- "Goddammit, Jasmine," Ethan groaned, leaning against the kitchen counter as I traced my fingers along his collarbone. "You've got me hooked, you know that?"
- I laughed, teasing my nails down his chest. "That's the point, isn't it?" I whispered, pressing my body against his. His eyes darkened with that familiar heat, but this time I was in no rush.
- My phone buzzed, and I pulled back, smirking as Ethan cursed under his breath. I peered at the screen-a message from a new client.
- Unknown: Got your number from a friend. I hear you offer special services. Interested in a private session?
- I leaned my head to one side, biting my lip as I typed back.
- Me: Depends. How special are we talking?
- Ethan watched, annoyance melting into entertainment. "Another? You really don't ever take breaks, huh?"
- "Why should I?" I returned, jumping onto the counter, spreading my legs casual as I scrolled through the rest of my messages. "You of all people should know I don't do boring.
- He closed the distance between us, and his hands covered my thighs, squeezing hard. "You sure you've got time for some new guy when I'm right here?"
- I leaned up, meeting his gaze with a challenge. "You jealous?"
- He let out a scornful sound, but his hold on my thighs didn't loosen. "Just don't forget who keeps you coming back."
- I leaned in, my lips grazing his ear. "Oh, I haven't forgotten. But maybe I need a reminder.
- Without warning, he grasped my hips and jerked me closer. His lips landed on mine like a storm. It was rough, urgent-only the way I liked it. I let a moan into his mouth, letting him take over. For a while.
- I pulled away, hopping off the counter and dropping to my knees. A wicked grin spread across my face as I begged him, "Show me how much you want it, Ethan.
- He cursed under his breath, hastening to unbutton his jeans. I took him in my mouth-slow, deliberate-each flick of my tongue a conscious, studied movement meant to affect him. He tangled his fingers in my hair, and then he tried to thrust deeper, but I held back, teasing him with the tip of my tongue.
- "Jas," he groaned, his voice strained. "Fuck, don't tease."
- I glanced up, smirking, and pulled away, leaving him hanging. "Patience, baby."
- Ethan left after our brief rendezvous, mumbling something about needing to get back to work. I had no problem with that-I had other plans for the day. I sent a text back to my new client and set an appointment for later in the evening. First, though, I had another appointment.
- I entered the massage room to find my client already waiting for me-a tall, muscular guy with tattoos up and down his arms. He looked at me as I came in, like he couldn't believe his luck.
- "You're Jasmine?" he said with a hint of disbelief.
- I smiled, closing the door behind me. "Depends. Are you here for the special treatment?"
- His eyes darkened, and he nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah. That's what I'm here for."
- I moved closer, my hips swaying with every step. "Good. Then let's not waste any time."
- This one was easy-responsive and eager, just putty in my hands, really. I climbed on top, straddling his waist as I worked my magic. His breathing hitched, hands roaming up and down my back, desperate to touch more.
- "Fuck, Jasmine," he groaned, his voice low and husky with desire. "You're... Jesus, you're perfect."
- I leaned down, my lips to his ear. "You haven't seen anything yet."
- We moved together, his hands holding tight to my hips as I set the pace. I could feel the tension in him building, the way his muscles tensed beneath me, every thrust bringing him closer to the edge. The whole time, I kept control, guiding him, teasing him, drawing it out until he was practically begging.
- "Please," he panted, his voice raw. "Please, I need-"
- Shh," I whispered, the word covered by a kiss. "I know exactly what you need."
- And I did. I pushed him further, just enough to make him lose control, his body shuddering under mine as he finally let go. I watched, satisfaction coursing through me as he fell apart, his moans echoing through the room.
- When it was over, I slid off him, grabbing a towel to wipe myself down. He lay there, chest heaving, eyes glazed with the afterglow.
- "That was..." He struggled to find the words still catching his breath. "Fuck. That was incredible."
- I smiled, tossing the towel aside. "I know."
- Later that night, I met my new client at a private suite in one of the high-end hotels downtown. Older, probably in his late forties, he had that air of confidence that bordered on arrogant. Wearing a tailor-made suit that screamed money, he further showed with just a glance in my direction that he was used to getting exactly what he wanted.
- "You're even more beautiful in person," he said as he closed the door behind me. "I've heard a lot about you, Jasmine."
- I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms. "All good things, I hope."
- He smiled, stepping closer. "Very good things. I'm a man who enjoys the finer things in life, and I was told you're the best."
- "I am," I said, never once blinking but instead looking directly into his eyes. "But that comes at a price."
- "Money is not an object," he said with a careless flick of his wrist, as his gaze raked down my body. "I want an experience, something unforgettable."
- Closer now, I stepped in once more, almost crossing the distance between us and ran my fingers along the length of his tie. "Lucky for you, unforgettable is my specialty."
- The night was one big blur of shouting matches and twisted sheets. He was demanding, but I was so ready for it. I pushed back, in control when he thought he had it, and made him fight for every inch of pleasure. At the end of it all, he stared at me, winded, like he'd never seen anyone like me before.
- Jasmine," he whispered huskily. "You. fuck, you're something else."
- I only laughed and gathered my things as I got dressed.
- "I told you. Unforgettable."