She nods. “And are those the terms of our agreement?”
“Partly.” I pull up the agreement and hand her the phone again. “These are the guidelines. Very basic long-term escort agreement Miss Miranda typically provides.”
Her lips turn down as she reads it. Something she doesn’t like?
“This looks good,” she says. “The only part I have questions about is the birth control. It makes sense that you’d want me tested and on birth control while I’m with you.” She bites her lip. “But how quickly will that happen?”
“Tomorrow. I have a team of doctors who do house calls.”
She laughs. “Of course you do.” But there’s still a hesitation in her laugh, something that’s bothering her.
“Katie,” I say warningly. She’s holding something back from me. “Something in the agreement bothering you?”
“Actually, no,” she says, and if I’m reading her correctly, she’s telling me the truth. “Not at all. I think this sounds fine, and is pretty much what I expected.”
I reach out and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Then why the frown?”
“Did I frown?”
She has no idea how transparent she is, how easy it is to read her.
“You did, just when I handed you my phone.”
I massage her foot again and love the way a tremor courses through her at my touch.
“Ooohhh,” she finally says. “No, it wasn’t the agreement. It was because you told me it was a typical contract given by Miss Miranda. And I… wondered how many contracts you’ve had before.”
Ahh. Jealousy, then.
I like that.
“You’re the first.”
She gives me an apprehensive look. “Really, Darius? Are you telling me the truth?”
“Of course. I don’t lie. I know the terms of her agreements because we’ve discussed them before. Don’t forget, I own this place. It’s in my best interest to ensure that terms are followed carefully and safely.”
She grins. “I like that.”
I grin back. “And I like you.”
“You are a shameless flirt, sir.”
My hand travels from her ankle higher, to her calf, then higher still, so my palm rests on her thigh and my thumb is only inches from her pussy.
“Among other things.”
She trembles, and I swear she’s holding her breath as I trace circles on the uppermost part of her thigh with the pad of my thumb.
“I didn’t see anything… about… obeying you on that agreement.”
“Those are terms I prefer to discuss off record.”
She hisses out a breath when my thumb traces the fabric that keeps me from her hot, sweet pussy. I put just enough pressure.
“Let’s…” she pants. “Let’s talk about those?”
I shrug. “It’s pretty simple, and you’ve seen how I operate.”
“I have,” she says in a choked voice.
“I like obedience,” I say, my cock tightening as we begin this conversation. “And I want you wherever, whenever I want. We’ll get tested with my private doctor, and I want you on birth control.”
She nods. “Agreed.”
We’ll do that as soon as fucking possible. I want her ungloved.
I continue. “But I also like punishing you.”
“How?” she says on a moan. “Tell me, daddy. Please.”
My stomach tightens and my chest swells. She’s eager for this, so fucking eager.
She wears a denim skirt. I glide my hand beneath the hem.
“If you disobey me, I’ll be forced to mete out punishment,” I begin, circling the fabric at her pussy with my thumb over and over, putting just a fraction more pressure until her hips jerk. “It could be a spanking over daddy’s knee.” I let my voice sober. “Or if you’re a very naughty girl, a harsher punishment with daddy’s belt.”
She moans. I circle faster.
“And a naughty girl who disobeys may be forced to wear something to remind her of her obedience to me.”
“Like what?” she pants. I continue to put more pressure.
I shrug. “Again, many things. An anal plug. Nipple clamps. A chastity belt.”
Daddy’s come on your thighs.
My cock jerks.
“And very, very naughty girls are not allowed to come.”
“Oooh,” she says, jerking her hips. “I think… what if I... daddy…”
Is she that ready, that easily? I’m not even touching her naked skin.
“Are you close to climax, my little Katie Kat?”
She nods, panting and writhing. “Yes… daddy.”
I reach for her, tug her onto my lap, and glide my hand between her legs, spread her panties aside, and stroke her folds. My God, she’s soaked.
“You’ve been a good girl, Katie,” I whisper in her ear. “Come for me.”Chapter 7KatieI don’t know what’s making my body rock harder—his words or his fingers. As he milks the orgasm from me, I hear his dirty words echo in my hazy mind. Belt, plug… daddy. “Oh, daddy! I’m coming.”
I’m coming for you.
My body curls against him, as the climax tears through my core. When I open my eyes, still shuddering from the explosion, I find him staring at me with his own lust-filled gaze.
Time to hold up my end of the bargain. It’s so good to be back here, the prospect of all we have before us and the haze of my orgasm making me eager to please him.