“Which you would never give him, right?”At that moment, I got a text chime from a strange number: waiting“Danielle, we talked about this! There are boundaries.” I cried “We did talk about your number, about changing it. I held out for longer than even I would’ve expected, but when Lucious told me Roman offered ten thousand, I caved. We’re to split half. There’s twenty-five hundred for you at the agency.” More money? “By the way, Anthony thinks your vagina is full of rainbows—and dollar signs. Aside from the Russian, you’ve gotten requests online from different men! He wants your ‘ pussy magic’ working on other clients.” she said with a simple directness.I didn’t have pussy magic. Roman simply wants his money back, or his clip. Or he planned to punish me for stealing from him. Maybe with a crop? “What else did you tell Lucious about me?” I asked in a small panicky voice “Nothing else. Mainly because I know so little. Other than the fact that you scrub toilets for a living—which m
So as the cab halted in front of Hotel Furtan and I highlighted praying to who so ever was listening that nothing should go wrong tonight.At the door to Roman’s suite, I removed the long lightweight jacket I’d worn to conceal my racy dress.He’d said sexy, so I’d gone to Danielle’s, to get a new dress because I wasn't spending money on a new one for a man, uncaring if I was fifteen more minutes late. She’d brought out the tiniest dress I’d ever seen, gifting it to me because, as she’d put it: “My breasts are too big to wear this since I got enhanced.”The Red-colored dress was short and backless. Two narrow bands of silk made a halter to cover my tits—somewhat. Side-boob much . The “skirt” was about eight inches long and displayed a bit of my ass, but the dress had some slinky strands, making for a peekaboo situation whenever I took a step.A gold cuff on my upper arm that look like I was a queen or something, beautiful earrings, and fuck-me stilettos rounded out the ensemble. I’d
In the elevator, his height and raw energy took over the space. He trailed the backs of his fingers up my spine, making me shiver again, I shouldn't have worn a backless dress but I like his hands on me. “So sensitive.”Downstairs, as we headed to the outside restaurant, he kept a steady hand on my back. Taller than all the other men, he walked with his chin up and his shoulders squared—utterly arrogant. Which I kind of enjoyed, when it wasn’t meant for me.The Furtan’s outdoor area was breathtaking, with giant palm trees, multiple small pools, and a luxury seating area nestled in romantic spaces with cool lighting and all. He separated me away from others, closer to the ocean. Though two sofas wrapped around the candlelit table, we sat on the same one.Our server—Kim—was a tall blonde with a striking face. I was expecting Roman to look over at her based on the fact that she was his type, but he was very attentive to me. He selected a white wine, a specific wine that must be expens
“If you must know, seeing me dive naked would’ve been life-changing for you.” “Would it, then?” His blue eyes grew lively. His charisma was off—the fucking—charts. “Continue.” “We would’ve had sex again. In the water. Then, after more drinks, I would’ve ridden you on a lounge chair until your eyes rolled back in your head.” He groaned low. “How long have you been doing this?” “Would you believe me if I told you that you were my first client?” “Nyet (No).” “Wow. Don’t even want to think about your answer?” “I bought an escort for a date and purchased her private line for ten thousand dollars. Before that, I downloaded her goddamned picture to my phone. If I’m to be brought this low, it shouldn’t be at the hands of a rank novice.” My curiosity passed. “Is there a compliment in there?” Had he truly downloaded my picture? “You fuck too well to be anything but a pro.” “Thanks?” Maybe he liked the idea of me being a professional. If I convinced him I wasn’t, maybe the thr
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t want to be hit with a crop.”“There’s more to it than that,” he said. “Whipping a woman is not a favorite aspect of mine.”“Then why was a crop part of your script?” Maybe because it limited touch even more?“If you’ve never tried any of it, then how do you know you won’t like it?” He’d deflected my question.Because of my weakness at lying, I dodged and deflected, and I was good at similar tactics in others. “I liked Monday night,” I told him, dodging his own question. “I liked how the weight of your body pressed down on mine, and our skin touched all over, and I could feel your big muscles flexing.” I leaned in, wanting closer to the heat emanating from him. At his ear, I murmured, “When your chest rubbed over my nipples while your cock plunged, I came until my vision blurred.”He inhaled sharply. “We should return. Now.”“We’ll ditch—”“Here we are!” Kim said, tray in hand. She was probably puzzled when we both scowled at her.My scowl faded once she u
He was about to ask me more, but Kim returned with the check, saving the day.I told him, “I’ll just go run to the ladies’ room.” I grabbed my purse and hurried off, the tassels of my skirt tickling the backs of my thighs.When I passed the outdoor bar, guys gawked, knowing what I was. Or thinking they did.In the bathroom, I stared into the mirror. Ana Sol, escort.A far cry from my one time goal: Anna Bateman, tycoon. From an early age, I’d played with the idea of taking over the world, maybe going into politics like my father. Even as I partied in high school, I’d gotten straight A’s, earning tons of credits. I’d planned to graduate college at age twenty-one, with a 4.0 GPA.Yet the harder I worked, the more I got away from my dreams. Which wasn’t exactly motivating! At least the GPA was still within reach. All I had to do was make an A on my last final.With a sigh, I smoothed a curl behind my ear and tugged down the hem of my dress.By the time I passed the bar again, the men we
In the elevator, Roman maneuvered me against the wall, his body looking down at me.I turned to him, pushing out my breasts and hard nipples for attention. His raised his hands, only to drop them, fists clenched. “Camera,” he muttered, stepping back. Then he cast me a look of resentment, as if I were the cause of his current problem.As if I wasn’t just as bad off as he was. If I didn’t feel him inside me soon, I was going to climb the walls!He stormed from the elevator. In the lobby, he yanked me to him. When I hopped up to lock my legs around his waist, he caught me, growling his approval, his hot hands gripping my ass.Between kisses, he said, “I’ve thought about you ever since you left. Couldn’t concentrate on business, on anything, for two fucking days.”I moaned, absorbing his words. Was it bullshit? Surprisingly, I realized he had no motive to lie to me. He was guaranteed to have sex with me. For all he knew, I owned absolutely nothing.How . . . freeing. “I couldn’t stop thi
“I told you I couldn’t stay for long.”“Oh, no. I meant what I said. I’m booking you for the rest of the night.” His tone was all commanding: So says the mafia boss.He strode to the bar, selecting a bottle of champagne.“ are we Celebrating something?”“We will be. You’re going to show me fun.”I hesitated. I could stay here, toasting champagne with him, or return home, tripping through dirty parking lots to reach my pathetic, small apartment.An entire night with him? Boundaries. I can do this. I’d still leave town next Monday. I’d have to. I’d never break my third rule to stay on the move. I believed that was the only reason I was still alive.Besides, Roman would make this easy for me. After a whole night together, the man would grow tired of me and send my ass packing.“Ah, you’ve decided to stay,” he said, reading me so well.“I worry though. I don’t know if you can handle my brand of fun.”His full, open smile was devastating. Better than in pictures. “One way to find out.”I
“You’re so sure that Anna will keep quiet?” the lawyer asked papa. “She’s an impulsive troublemaker.”“What could she say to the police?” he asked. “ She knows I caused her mother's death. I was a model husband to her mother for over a year, and I’ve helped her grow her wealth ,everyone she’s ever come into contact with. I play tennis with her business partners. Who would believe her? And even if her mother was exhumed,” As I entered the house that was what I heard.Dad continued, “No one but her has ever accessed it, and her fingerprints are the only ones on the case. With the papers, I can know how much she's worth and now she's missing, I don't know where she hid the papers .She fought constantly with her mother and was the sole heir to a fortune. Means, motive, opportunity, and a murder weapon. One word to the police, and Anna’s done.”They’d killed my mother; they’d framed me for it.“Ana?” Rome was studying my face, as if trying to read my thoughts.I forced a smile. “Just think
I told him what I told myself whenever my guilt grew too painful: “It happened. It hurt. Better things await you.” “Like what?” “Like pouring champagne down my chest to drink from my nipples? While I ride you? That’s in your future if you want it.” He swallowed. “A bright future for me, then. I’m long overdue for that.” He retrieved another bottle from the bar. . . . While I rode him on a lounge chair, he drank and drank. More champagne . . . We made toasts to each other. He tickled me. When I tried to escape, he pinned my wrists above my head and played with my breasts till I writhed. “In case I haven’t told you,” he rasped, “I like your size as much as you do.” More champagne . . . Room service arrived with pan-seared scallops, soft tender steak, and Beluga caviar. As we fed each other, he blamed me for how hungry he was. “Caviar is so decadent” I told him. “I can’t believe you’ve never had it.” Voice gone gruff, he said, “There are many things I could show you, take you
“I told you I couldn’t stay for long.”“Oh, no. I meant what I said. I’m booking you for the rest of the night.” His tone was all commanding: So says the mafia boss.He strode to the bar, selecting a bottle of champagne.“ are we Celebrating something?”“We will be. You’re going to show me fun.”I hesitated. I could stay here, toasting champagne with him, or return home, tripping through dirty parking lots to reach my pathetic, small apartment.An entire night with him? Boundaries. I can do this. I’d still leave town next Monday. I’d have to. I’d never break my third rule to stay on the move. I believed that was the only reason I was still alive.Besides, Roman would make this easy for me. After a whole night together, the man would grow tired of me and send my ass packing.“Ah, you’ve decided to stay,” he said, reading me so well.“I worry though. I don’t know if you can handle my brand of fun.”His full, open smile was devastating. Better than in pictures. “One way to find out.”I
In the elevator, Roman maneuvered me against the wall, his body looking down at me.I turned to him, pushing out my breasts and hard nipples for attention. His raised his hands, only to drop them, fists clenched. “Camera,” he muttered, stepping back. Then he cast me a look of resentment, as if I were the cause of his current problem.As if I wasn’t just as bad off as he was. If I didn’t feel him inside me soon, I was going to climb the walls!He stormed from the elevator. In the lobby, he yanked me to him. When I hopped up to lock my legs around his waist, he caught me, growling his approval, his hot hands gripping my ass.Between kisses, he said, “I’ve thought about you ever since you left. Couldn’t concentrate on business, on anything, for two fucking days.”I moaned, absorbing his words. Was it bullshit? Surprisingly, I realized he had no motive to lie to me. He was guaranteed to have sex with me. For all he knew, I owned absolutely nothing.How . . . freeing. “I couldn’t stop thi
He was about to ask me more, but Kim returned with the check, saving the day.I told him, “I’ll just go run to the ladies’ room.” I grabbed my purse and hurried off, the tassels of my skirt tickling the backs of my thighs.When I passed the outdoor bar, guys gawked, knowing what I was. Or thinking they did.In the bathroom, I stared into the mirror. Ana Sol, escort.A far cry from my one time goal: Anna Bateman, tycoon. From an early age, I’d played with the idea of taking over the world, maybe going into politics like my father. Even as I partied in high school, I’d gotten straight A’s, earning tons of credits. I’d planned to graduate college at age twenty-one, with a 4.0 GPA.Yet the harder I worked, the more I got away from my dreams. Which wasn’t exactly motivating! At least the GPA was still within reach. All I had to do was make an A on my last final.With a sigh, I smoothed a curl behind my ear and tugged down the hem of my dress.By the time I passed the bar again, the men we
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t want to be hit with a crop.”“There’s more to it than that,” he said. “Whipping a woman is not a favorite aspect of mine.”“Then why was a crop part of your script?” Maybe because it limited touch even more?“If you’ve never tried any of it, then how do you know you won’t like it?” He’d deflected my question.Because of my weakness at lying, I dodged and deflected, and I was good at similar tactics in others. “I liked Monday night,” I told him, dodging his own question. “I liked how the weight of your body pressed down on mine, and our skin touched all over, and I could feel your big muscles flexing.” I leaned in, wanting closer to the heat emanating from him. At his ear, I murmured, “When your chest rubbed over my nipples while your cock plunged, I came until my vision blurred.”He inhaled sharply. “We should return. Now.”“We’ll ditch—”“Here we are!” Kim said, tray in hand. She was probably puzzled when we both scowled at her.My scowl faded once she u
“If you must know, seeing me dive naked would’ve been life-changing for you.” “Would it, then?” His blue eyes grew lively. His charisma was off—the fucking—charts. “Continue.” “We would’ve had sex again. In the water. Then, after more drinks, I would’ve ridden you on a lounge chair until your eyes rolled back in your head.” He groaned low. “How long have you been doing this?” “Would you believe me if I told you that you were my first client?” “Nyet (No).” “Wow. Don’t even want to think about your answer?” “I bought an escort for a date and purchased her private line for ten thousand dollars. Before that, I downloaded her goddamned picture to my phone. If I’m to be brought this low, it shouldn’t be at the hands of a rank novice.” My curiosity passed. “Is there a compliment in there?” Had he truly downloaded my picture? “You fuck too well to be anything but a pro.” “Thanks?” Maybe he liked the idea of me being a professional. If I convinced him I wasn’t, maybe the thr
In the elevator, his height and raw energy took over the space. He trailed the backs of his fingers up my spine, making me shiver again, I shouldn't have worn a backless dress but I like his hands on me. “So sensitive.”Downstairs, as we headed to the outside restaurant, he kept a steady hand on my back. Taller than all the other men, he walked with his chin up and his shoulders squared—utterly arrogant. Which I kind of enjoyed, when it wasn’t meant for me.The Furtan’s outdoor area was breathtaking, with giant palm trees, multiple small pools, and a luxury seating area nestled in romantic spaces with cool lighting and all. He separated me away from others, closer to the ocean. Though two sofas wrapped around the candlelit table, we sat on the same one.Our server—Kim—was a tall blonde with a striking face. I was expecting Roman to look over at her based on the fact that she was his type, but he was very attentive to me. He selected a white wine, a specific wine that must be expens
So as the cab halted in front of Hotel Furtan and I highlighted praying to who so ever was listening that nothing should go wrong tonight.At the door to Roman’s suite, I removed the long lightweight jacket I’d worn to conceal my racy dress.He’d said sexy, so I’d gone to Danielle’s, to get a new dress because I wasn't spending money on a new one for a man, uncaring if I was fifteen more minutes late. She’d brought out the tiniest dress I’d ever seen, gifting it to me because, as she’d put it: “My breasts are too big to wear this since I got enhanced.”The Red-colored dress was short and backless. Two narrow bands of silk made a halter to cover my tits—somewhat. Side-boob much . The “skirt” was about eight inches long and displayed a bit of my ass, but the dress had some slinky strands, making for a peekaboo situation whenever I took a step.A gold cuff on my upper arm that look like I was a queen or something, beautiful earrings, and fuck-me stilettos rounded out the ensemble. I’d