Adam smiled and offered her a fold of bank notes.
“For you.”
She felt a pang of disappointment. But this was business, after all. What had she expected?
Tucking the money into her handbag, a recent purchase from a very exclusive designer, she wondered which of them would initiate the next move. He was looking at her with enough intensity to see into her soul, but then he lowered his eyes.
“Do you like men looking at your breasts?” he asked.
“Not always.”
He leaned forward and spoke quietly.
“I think the correct answer is ‘yes.’ ”
She nodded in understanding; unable to believe how quickly everything had changed.
“Why don’t you ask whether they please me?” he continued.
She licked her lips. Her mouth was dry. She wasn’t even sure she had the ability to speak.
“Do you find my breasts pleasing?”
“Very much so. But, under the circumstances, I think I would prefer it if we could be a little more down to earth. Why don’t we agree that we will call them tits?”
She shuddered. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t heard the word before. In fact she often used it herself in her line of work.
“Let’s try again.”
“Do you find my tits pleasing?” she asked, swallowing hard over words that were usually so easy for her.
“So much better. Yes, I do. Now let me ask you a question. Would it please you to have them touched?”
“Yes. Please touch them.” Thankfully Chloe had taken over—a professional willing and capable of assuming the role he wanted her to play.
“What exactly would you like me to touch?”
“My tits. Please touch my tits. They are aching so much.”
“Then perhaps it would be better if you removed your clothes.”
She stood and faced him. It had not taken her long to learn how to stage-manage undressing, and her performance was faultless. Naked, she lowered herself onto his lap, making sure he noticed that her nipples were already standing hard and proud. As she had known he would, he placed a hand lightly on each breast.
“Harder,” she demanded, leaning back and closing her eyes as if in pleasure. “Squeeze them.”
His touch was nowhere near enough to satisfy her, even had it been what she wanted.
“Harder.”
He removed his hands altogether.
“I’m not sure you really understand your situation, Chloe,” he said. “You are here for my pleasure. Not the other way round.”
“Oh.” She was hugely embarrassed. “Of course. I am so sorry. How may I please you?”
Anna had never misjudged a client so badly.
“I think I would like to see your tits hanging down. Would you place your arms on the back of that chair and lean forward?”
“Of course.”
He stood beside her and cupped each dangling breast in turn, weighing it and feeling the fullness. To her horror she felt herself respond when he grasped a nipple, pulling it downward as if to milk her.
Unable to help herself, she groaned loudly.
“Please control yourself.”
“I’m trying,” she gasped.
He continued to attend to her tits and nipples with one hand while the other rested on her back. Pleasure beyond anything she had known coursed through her, and unintentionally she bucked her hips again.
“Chloe.” She heard his annoyance.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice wavered. She really did want to carry out his wishes; it was after all what she was being paid to do.
“Stand up.”
Her nipples were painfully hard. She waited obediently, hoping that he would touch her again, anything to relieve the ache. He stared openly at the patch of dark hair between her legs.
“Please,” she begged without thinking.
“Have you forgotten already?”
“No.” Her voice shook.
“No, what?”
She had no idea what he wanted from her.
He walked behind her.
“No, Master,” he whispered into her ear.
“No, Master,” she repeated, thankful for the instruction.
“That’s better. Again.”
“No, Master.”
“Now tell me what it is that you haven’t forgotten.”
“That I am here for your pleasure, Master. Not my own.”
“Good. Now we can really begin.”
