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Well,
not really choking her. Not enough to make her panic, but enough to make it
slightly hard to
breathe
.
 
His hands around her throat were just
tight enough to make her hungry for air, but not miss it. She could still
breathe but shallowly. It intensified
everything
.

She
loved the way his hips moved. She loved that he was so in control, so gorgeous
as she stared up into his fathomless eyes. She loved that he could reach deep
inside her with his cock and make her convulse with
every
out-thrust
. In, out, in, out –
and
 
then
up, right against that
special spot that held her release.

Her
lips parted wide and it was all she could do to keep holding up her legs. Her
limbs ached – all of them. No wonder he’d asked if she was supple.
Thankfully she also had the stamina to stay in the same uncomfortable position
the whole time he pounded her. The mixture of the ache from her clamped nipples
and her constricted throat, not to talk of his demandingly rough thrusts, was
too much to handle all at once.

She was
helpless to fight against her orgasm when it emerged. And it was the most
powerful one she’d ever had. The impression that she was fighting for oxygen
sent a message to her brain and soon she was tumbling head over feet into the
abyss. She coiled half off the bed as her climax surged into her, causing the
walls of her pussy to clamp tighter around him and then release. On and on she
shuddered, her cries echoing in the room. He loosened his hold on her throat
and instead gagged her, cupping his hands over her mouth and kept them there
even after she’d stopped screaming.

Wendy
lost all sense of space and time and even who she was in those blinding
moments. She was only conscious of him still moving inside her, making her body
jolt with each thrust. He was magnificent, never slowing till finally, minutes
later,
he
let out a triumphant growl and shuddered
against her in his release. A few
belly-stamping
pumps
later, he pulled out of her, letting go of her mouth.

Her
body reflexively jerked when he withdrew from her pussy, and she felt so weak
that if he hadn’t pulled at her ankles to bring down her legs, she’d have
collapsed anyway. He then gently took off the clamps, but she was too numb to
feel the absence.

Wendy
closed her eyes as she strove to recover from the incredible last hour or so.
When she opened them, it was to find him lying propped on his side next to her.
He bent his head to kiss one nipple, then the other, his lips tender and
soothing. She felt her nerve endings begin to come back to life in those
regions.

“You
were so good,” he told her deeply, looking up at her still dazed expression.
“Better than I expected.”

“Thank
you, Sir,” she said; amazed she could still remember to keep in character.

He
smiled warmly, his hand stroking back her damp hair from her face. “I want you
to stay over tonight,” were his soft words. “Of course if you refuse I’ll drive
you home or wherever you wish at once. But I really, really want you to stay. I
want more of you, Wendy.”

More?
She wasn’t sure she had more to give. Her whole body felt punished and
pleasured and replete.

“We
could share a long soak, and then get back in bed,” he said with a smile as he
stroked the outline of her lips. “And if that isn’t motivation enough, then I
promise to tongue you all over, from head to foot. I’m good with my tongue,
Wendy.”

“I
don’t doubt it, Sir,” she croaked. Was it possible to be getting impossibly
horny all over again? She normally didn’t get so horny so quickly.

Damn!

“There’ll
be some moments when I may use my paddle on you, on your breasts or your ass
– wherever I choose. I may also truss you up with some rope I have in the
drawer.
Nothing too uncomfortable – and only slightly
painful.
I will make it a point of duty to make you come, even harder
than you just did.”

Now
that
, she wanted to see, Wendy thought
as her eyes widened.

“Well,
Wendy? What’s your answer going to be?”

She
paused, but only for a moment or two. Then she said clearly, “Yes, Sir.”

***************

BONUS STORY!

‘The Escort:
First Date
’

(Book 1 of
‘The Escort Series’
)

Bea has an everyday, normal job in an IT firm, but for
one night, she plays an escort to the two men, the gorgeous Scottish brothers
Ryan and Jason Wallace. Bea is a reluctant helper at first, but soon she finds
it a double delight to be in the right place at the right time...

Chapter One

There were so many
things Lisa had been able to talk Bea into over their few months as flat mates.
But of all of them, this had to be the riskiest.

Okay, maybe I’m
exaggerating, Bea thought, as she looked around at the crowded club. She had to
admit she’d never really been to a place like this. It was very fashionable,
the kind of place that had the cool kids all over it. It was housed in some
kind of old music hall, with multi level floors – all in use. The
entertainment available was elaborate to say the least. The art, music, not to
talk of food and drink were all maneuvered in some kind of steampunk-inspired
way.

Right then, Bea was
in the restaurant section, flanked by her clients. Yes, her clients. And the
two most handsome men she’d ever met in her life.

*

It was something
that had started out as a favor.

Bea worked as an
assistant in a huge software firm, the biggest in the city. The money was good,
but she’d never say no to a higher pay grade. She’d taken Lisa in as a flat
mate soon after she’d moved into the large top floor studio apartment in town.
It had been great to share the weight of the rent, and having another female in
the place wasn’t bad either.

They became close
friends, and Bea couldn’t help but notice that Lisa lived a somewhat
extravagant lifestyle. She was supposed to be some kind of freelance media
consultant, but she never really seemed to do any consulting. Yet, Lisa had the
most exquisite wardrobe of the kind of shoes and clothes Bea could only dream
to afford. She always seemed to be going out to some exclusive club or the
other, drinking and living it up. She took trips all around the world for days
and sometimes weeks, returning with even more glamorous stuff.

In short, Lisa was
quite sophisticated and worldly, and she seemed to have all the fun in the
world. So out of curiosity, Bea had to ask Lisa how she was able to afford such
a lifestyle of fun and games.

“Are you some trust
fund baby in disguise – or is there some rich sugar daddy somewhere I
don’t know about?” Bea teased as they drank coffee at the kitchen table.

Lisa smiled. “No,
there’s definitely no trust fund,” she said wryly. “And as for rich sugar
daddy…sorry to disappoint you honey, but nothing so decadent. But since you
asked – well, in my free time, I work as an escort.”

Lisa started to
laugh at Bea’s expression. “No, it’s not what you think, seriously. I really am
an escort but that’s all there is to it. I work for a very exclusive agency,
totally legit. Offering female companionship and nothing more.”

“No sex?” Bea
asked, her curiosity and interest hitting the roof. She totally wouldn’t have
guessed. Though, Lisa certainly had the looks for it. She was the sex-bomb type
who looked like every guy’s perfect fantasy. Large, firm tits, slim waist,
curvy hips and a face like an angel with her long cloudy blonde hair. Bea could
really imagine Lisa in that role in an instant.

“No sex,” Lisa
repeated firmly, taking a sip from her coffee. “The thing is, Bea, there’re so
many well heeled men out there just interested in having that model-type on
their arm for a few hours. It could be for a formal event, or for an exclusive
party. Or maybe even for a little holiday trip. There are really no strings
attached. They want to have that overall girlfriend experience without actually
having a girlfriend. So when the show’s over, both parties can walk their
separate ways.”

“So all those out
of town trips of yours…”

Lisa nodded slowly.
“Yes, most times I was going with a client or going to meet a client. It’s
safe,
because my agency makes extra sure that each client is
genuine. It’s fun because I get to go to all these beautiful places. And oh…did
I tell you it pays extremely well, too?” She smiled widely.

Bea almost didn’t
want to ask, but found herself doing so anyway. “So how much do you get paid?”

Lisa
paused, placing down her cup before answering with a shrug
,
“It depends.
But basically, because of the top agency I work
for, I get some really good rates.” And then when she told Bea what she earned
per hour, she had to chuckle at Bea’s very expressive face.

“All that, and they
don’t get a piece of you?” Bea gasped.

“I told you, these
guys are well heeled. It means nothing to them to blow that kind of money on a
few hours with a cultured, stunning lady,” Lisa said with a smirk. Then she
sighed, her humor sobering. “I started it out of boredom. I had a job that was
more like drudgery, a busy banker boyfriend who had zero time for taking me out
not to speak of going on pleasure trips…I just saw this as a way of getting the
exposure to life I craved. And so far, it’s been great Bea. Sometimes, it’s fun
meeting a new face, making that exciting trip to somewhere different. And I’m
lucky that I can always pick
who
I choose to go out
with. Not that I’ve ever had to reject a client. Like I told you, my agency is
very exclusive and their clients are among politicians, athletes, celebrities,
CEOs and yes, the odd trust fund kid.”

Her beautiful face
broke out in a smile, and Bea couldn’t help smiling back. “I think it’s great
you can get to live your life the way you want,” Bea said, tapping her flat
mate’s hand, which lay on the table. “I’ve always envied you, you know. Your
carefree spirit.”

Lisa huffed. “No,
Bea, I envy you. You’re so hip and intelligent. You work for this cool IT firm
and you’re just so dedicated to your dream. I wish I was that focused. Also, I
think you’re the most beautiful girl I know.”

“Me, beautiful?”
Bea gasped, laughing in disbelief with cheeks pink from Lisa’s
deeply-worded
comments.

“Oh, come off it
with the modesty, Bea. You’re fucking hot. All my guy friends have crushes on
you and have wanted to ask you out but I warned them to keep their paws off my
flat mate. You’ve got the body of a goddess, with your perky tits and perfect
peach butt. Trust me, we’ve sunbathed together enough for me to know exactly
what I’m talking about. I love your gorgeous sable hair with its natural waves
reaching down your back. Hey, if I was a guy, I’d want to hit on you for sure.”

Bea’s blush
deepened. “I think you’re hot, too. I always have. And thanks, Lisa –
I’ve never really looked at myself that way.”

“Well, you should.
A girl like you in my line of work – well, you’d make heaps.”

Bea hadn’t really
thought much about that comment, but she had felt nice that Lisa, who she’d
always admired, thought she was beautiful, too. She’d never have dreamed that a
few weeks later, she’d be in the situation she was in.

She remembered
returning from work to find Lisa on the phone, talking agitatedly. Bea couldn’t
help sending her flat mate a worried look as she let herself into the
apartment.

“Anything wrong?”
Bea asked with concern when Lisa ended the call and flung her phone unto the
nearby couch.

Lisa shoved her
fingers into her hair to clutch the blonde strands, a perfect picture of panic
and distress. “Nothing…I mean, I guess I’ve got a bit of a problem. Okay, more
like a major problem.” She grimaced. “My normal efficient and professional
agency has just double-booked me. I’m due to meet one of my most esteemed
clients tonight; I’ve already been sent the first class tickets to join him in
Vegas for the weekend.”

“Oh,” Bea said
slowly, not really getting it.

Lisa added on an
exhaled breath, “Now the problem is this. I’ve been told I’ve got two new
clients arriving today who’ve booked me for dinner with them. Since they’re
two, they’re paying double for my company. And from what I hear, they’re the
highest paying clients my agency has.”

“But how could this
mistake happen? And what are you going to do?” Bea asked with concern. “Because
it sounds like you can’t stand up either appointments.”

“No, I can’t,”
Lisa
groaned, falling into a heap in her chair. “This never,
ever happens. Not to me. What am I going to do, Bea? None of the other girls I
trust can make it to take my place, not at such short notice. And I seriously
can’t afford to insult any of my clients. I have a short but prestigious list
of patrons whom I value immensely. And tonight, my agency got me booked with
the
two fittest chaps ever: Ryan and
Jason Wallace, the billionaire brothers who run Wallace Enterprises Holdings
International.”