Chapter 6 Exploring Fantasies
- The lavender-scented candles I lit dimmed the room into a sanctuary of shadows and soft flickers. My newest client, a high-profile businessman, was already there, his face stiff with discretion, his sense of patience and excitement significantly high. Tall in a sharp suit, his eyes behind a pair of fashionably mysterious designer glasses were bright. As usual, I could tell he was used to getting his own way—without having to ask twice.
- "Miss Jasmine," he greeted me in that tone smooth as velvet.
- I smiled, the kind of smile that promised secrets and sin. "You know the drill. No names, no faces, just pleasure."
- He nodded, tugging at his tie as he shrugged off his coat. There was something thrilling about the way his eyes followed my every move as I readied the table, laying out the oils, adjusting the sheets just right. The power play was intoxicating. He might be in control out there in the world, but in here, it was all mine.
- I started with the usual-his back, his shoulders. My hands danced across his skin, warm oil making every touch smoother, deeper. He let out a soft groan, and I couldn't help but enjoy the sound. Men like him, so stoic and untouchable in their everyday lives, becoming putty under my fingers. I leaned in close, letting my breath tickle his ear as I whispered, "Just relax.
- Immediately, a shiver ran down his spine, a deeper, guttural sound rumbling as my hands moved further down, grazing the edge of his towel. I could feel the anticipation in him, the tensing of muscles beneath my touch, the release.
- "Fuck, Jasmine," he growled; his voice cut through the quiet tension. "You have no idea how much I've needed this."
- "Oh, I think I do," I teased, allowing my fingers to dip just beneath the towel, grazing along the hard line of his cock. He sucked in a breath; his body reacting instantly to the lightest touch.
- I moved around the table, placing myself between his legs. His eyes tracked me, dark with lust and a hunger of his own that rivaled mine. He was begging for it, really, though he'd never say it aloud. Not a man like him. I tugged the towel away, baring him completely. His cock was already hard, thick and pulsing, testament to his need.
- I silently leaned forward and poured more oil onto my hands, warming it up before I took him in my grasp. The slickness made everything so much more intense, every stroke eliciting a deep satisfied groan from him. He tried to stay composed, but I could see the cracks forming-breaths coming in ragged bursts, his hips lifting slightly off the table to meet my touch.
- "You like that?" I whispered, pumping him slow and steady. "I can feel how much you need it."
- "Fuck yes," he panted, his control slipping further. "Don't stop."
- I had no intention of doing so. My strokes picked up the pace, and I watched as his composure unraveled piece by piece. His hands grasped the edges of the table, knuckles white as he struggled to hold onto even a shred of his usual restraint. I leaned in closer, hot breath against his skin as I whispered filthy promises in his ear, my hand working him over merci-lessly. His head fell back, eyes screwing shut as he let out a string of curses, every bit of his control shattering in my grasp.
- "Jasmine, fuck!" His body tensed stiff and his cock pulsed in my hand as he came over, his orgasm ripping through him with the force of a runaway trailer that sent him shuddering from head to toe.
- I held onto him, stroking him through every last spasm, drawing it out until he was a panting, spent mess on the table. I let him go slowly, giving him a moment to come down from the high. He looked up at me, dazed and slightly disoriented, like he'd just woken up from a fever dream.
- "You… you're fucking amazing," he finally managed to say, still catching his breath.
- I smile, wiping my hands on a towel. "You pay for the best, you get the best."
- He laughed softly-a sound I did not expect from him, almost vulnerable. But I didn't dwell on it. I didn't need to. This was my escape just as much as his. I cleaned up, tidying the room as he redressed, slipping back into his façade of control.
- Same time next week?" he asked, smoothing his tie in front of the mirror.
- I nodded, watching him leave with that same rush that always came. That secret thrill that came from knowing I'd just touched a side of him no one else ever would.
- I sank back onto the massage table as the door clicked shut behind him, letting the adrenaline seep away. The life, the encounters- this was way more than just a job. It was an addiction. A hazardous, exciting addiction that fed some part of me I didn't even know I had until I started all this.
- I loved it: the secrecy, the control, the way it made me feel alive in ways nothing else did. I knew I probably should be more careful; the truth was, I didn't want to. Not when it felt this good. Not when it was the only thing that kept the emptiness at bay.
- My eyes caught the message on my phone from Ethan-a pop-up reminder of another tangled mess I was stuck in. But for now, I ignored it as I reveled in the afterglow of another satisfied client and the solace I found in these secreted moments.
- Because as much as the thrill of it all had turned me on, I knew I was playing with fire. And the worst part was, I didn't care if I got burned.