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One stiletto at a time, I removed my heel and placed it on the floor. He pushed himself up with his hands on the floor. When he sat up, my eyes trailed from his lips down to his chest that rose with each excited breath, lower still to where his muscled torso flexed with each inhale. His hardness strained against the material of his pants and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was leaking. His eyes lowered between my spread legs and I lifted my chin as he stared. I held myself open for him and his lips parted as his eyes touched where his hands couldn’t.
“Did you want to watch me cum?” I asked.
“Yes, Luna,” he choked.
“Mm, did you like the sound of me finger fucking myself?” I asked. The lewder the better. He answered with a groan. “Words, Chance. You’ve been doing so well.”
“Yes, Luna. I enjoyed listening to you fuck your sweet cunt,” He groaned.
“What were you thinking about when you were listening like a pervert on the floor?” I asked. He shifted from one hand to the other while I waited for him to answer.
“I wanted… I wanted to see,” Chance said.
“Is that all? Or were you selfish? Did you covet what isn’t yours?” I asked.
“I’m always selfish when it comes to you, but no, I didn’t think about taking what isn’t mine. I just wanted to see. It’s a blessing to even be in this room with you. I wouldn’t go as far as to expect anything from you,” Chance said.
Good, because I have nothing to give.
His breathing came out ragged and when he lifted his eyes to mine asking for permission, I hummed and pretended to mull it over. I licked my lips and his eyes tracked the movement. When I nodded, he crawled forward and got a closer look. His head stopped right between my thighs, his eyes fluttered as he inhaled.
“Fuck,” Chance groaned.
I wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable with Chance’s head between my thighs, nor did I expect him to take matters into his own hands. He wasn’t allowed to touch me unless I gave him the okay, then and only then could he lay his hands on me. For the time I’ve known him, he’s never crossed the line. Because I’ve never had problems with him, I spoiled him and gave him all of these extra little favors. I have other clients that have zero restraint and don’t they don’t get any favors from me. I do whatever I can to make their time go by as quickly as possible. Chance is a special client.
“You’ve been so good today. I don’t know what to do with you,” I murmured.
“I’ve had a shitty week and I wanted to please you today. It seemed as if you needed my obedience today as much as I needed to give it,” he whispered. His eyes lowered as he leaned back.
“And? Did it help you feel better?” I asked, ignoring what he said about me.
“Yes, Luna. Pleasing you made my week. Listening to you pleasure yourself was just the icing on top,” he said.
“Mm, and here I thought I would have to use this,” I said. Lifting the flogger, his eyes widened a second before they darkened.
“Please… can I touch myself, Luna?” Chance begged.
“Since you’ve been so good, I’ll allow you to come. Take your dick out, Chance. Show me what I do to you,” I said seductively.
He cursed and closed his eyes. I watched as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled it down below his backside. His cock sprang free and stood up for me. I swallowed at the sight. I don’t sleep with my clients and I don’t do sexual flavors, but it would be a lie if I said I’ve never thought of going that far with Chance.
I’ve thought of meeting up with him outside of work, but knew it wouldn’t be a good idea. After work, he once pulled up in his car and asked to take me to dinner. It was three in the morning and I know what he meant by it, it would be more. I had been tempted, but I told him no. I didn’t want it to get messy and I couldn’t afford to lose him as a customer. We had fun here and that was enough for me.
I watch as his hand wraps around his hard length. Pre-cum pools at his tip and he looks up at me. Leaning his head forward, he spits on it and uses it to lather himself. Chance grunts as his hand slides up and down his shift. He widens his legs and thrusts his hips forward as he fucks his hand. He reaches down and grabs his balls while he picks up his speed.
“So needy,” I whispered.
Chance grunts as he tightens his grip around his length. His eyelids lower as he thrusts harder and harder. His mouth falls slack as he starts to feel good. Someone knocks on the door, but I ignore it.
“Keep going. Don’t stop until you come,” I demand.
Whoever it is knocks again and my eyebrows furrow as I turn and stared at the door. No one knocked on the VIP rooms, especially not during work hours. We were entertaining clients who paid top dollar for our time. We were not to be disturbed and this visitor was disrupting. I motioned him forward and his eyes lit up as he obeyed. I threw my hands around his shoulders before the door opened and Char peeked her head in. Chance continued jerking off, his hard cock bounced again my stomach as he thrusted his hips. Her eyes locked on Chance’s backside before a smile spread across her annoying face.
No freaking way.
She can’t be serious right now.
“I apologize for the interruption, but I need to speak with you,” she said.
“I’m here with Chance right now. This can’t wait until after?” I asked.
“No, it cannot,” Char said.
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