Business as Usual

“I wish you could see yourself right now.”

Unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately in this case—the hotel room lacks any mirrors to view your reflection, though that matters little when your eyes are already glued to the sight of the girl before you.

“You’re shaking. Like, genuinely shaking. And the way you look at me … baby I haven’t even taken off my top. I might actually kill you if you see me naked.”

It’s a good thing you’re sitting on the bed, because looking down at Gaeul probably would’ve ruined the intensity of her teasing. But you are on the bed. And she’s looking down at you, eyebrows furrowed in disdain, licking her lips like she’s caught her prey and you’re tonight’s meal.

“But that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

Gaeul scoffs as pushes you aside, leisurely lowering herself onto the bed. Her obsidian curtain of hair cascades across the white pillows, creating a beautiful contrast of opposites. “Come then; strip me.”

You obey at once, scrambling back onto the bed and onto your knees, bowing your head as you approach Gaeul. You still your shivering hand, treating her with a reverent touch as you begin disrobing her. You dare not get too close too fast, so you start by removing her shoes and socks, then let your fingers climb up her toned calves and all across her creamy thighs until you reach the band of her shorts, pulling it down with a desperate hunger. You leave her panties for now, focusing instead of easing the jacket off of her shoulders and lifting her shirt above her head, leaving you awestruck by the sight of Gaeul clad in lace as you take in the sight of tonight’s choice of lingerie.

“Ah ah ah, now’s not the time,” she scolds you. “You can admire the artwork another time, for now, I expect you to do what I demand.”

“Yes mistress,” you hurriedly respond, reaching behind her back and savoring its definition as you unsnap her bra and reveal the hardened peaks of her beautiful breasts. Before your mouth can start watering, you drag your fingertips back down her abdomen, hooking them into the fabric of her panties and pulling them down with a swift tug. With that, Gaeul finally lays bare before you, somehow even more stunning like this. It takes a herculean effort to pick your jaw up off the ground, but eventually you manage to find the words to ask, “What next, mistress? How may I please you tonight?”

“Why don’t you keep that pretty little outfit on, hm? I’ve decided that tonight is about my pleasure and mine alone. So, do it. Touch me. Taste me.”

“As you wish.”

You bow your head once more, settling into a comfortable position between her thighs as the anticipation builds within you both. The pads of your fingers glide down the smooth, pale skin, descending until they reach the curves of her calves and then begin their ascent once more. With each passing second, you exhale just a bit harder than you need, sending wave after wave of warm breath over her glistening core. You consider detouring further, but your train of thought is derailed as—

“Do not make me wait any longer,” Gaeul demands, the slight quiver in her voice betraying the burning desire her unwavering expression hides so well.

“Of course, mistress,” you murmur, leaning even closer and extending your tongue, finally savoring the sweetness of her arousal as you simultaneously slide a finger into her waiting warmth. You try—and fail—to hide a grin as a sharp gasp escapes her lips, revealing another hole in her haughty facade.

Gaeul tries—and fails—to contain her moans as you begin truly moving, but as your lips close down onto her clit and you surprise her by skipping two fingers and instead begin harshly fucking her with three, the mask slips entirely as the sounds of pleasure fill your ears. Your favorite symphony rings out throughout the room, a song of rapturous release building within Gaeul with you as her virtuoso. Your performance quickly leads her to a crescendo, coating your fingers and lips with the savory taste of the metaphorical fruits of your labor as you hungrily lap away at the juices.

“What next, mistress?” you ask, ever eager to serve.

Gaeul recovers far more quickly than you expected, pushing you back once more as her eyes burn bright and she stands ‘tall’ before you. “On your knees,” she commands.

You oblige.

Immediately. So quickly, in fact, that you have to suppress a grimace as your knees slam into the carpet, but that’s a minor distraction at most, especially when Gaeul stands before you expectantly.

“Again.”

You’re all too willing to begin the next measure, licking and lapping and loving the taste of her drenched sex. The ascent is far quicker this time around, and you’re left supporting her weight as she quivers and shakes as the shivers and quakes overtake her body, leaving her voice raspy as she once again demands:

“Again.”

So, you give Gaeul what she wants. With her face down against the bed and her ass in the air. On the way to the shower. In the shower. After the shower, with you on your knees again as she seats herself on the edge of the bed. Then finally, once more as she lounges atop the pillows, poise faltering as you treat her like a queen … all the way until the clock strikes midnight.

“So ma’am, was it everything you hoped for?” you ask, voice suddenly measured and steady as you slip out of your role.

“Of course, you were perfect as always,” Gaeul replies, words still uneven as she desperately catches her breath. Despite her fatigue, there’s a sparkle in her eyes as she pushes herself into a sitting position, just close enough to plant a delicate kiss upon your cheek. “Deposit should have just hit your account and … oh, do you know if you’re available next Thursday afternoon?”

“Mayyybe,” you say, drawing out the syllables long enough to paint a smile on Gaeul’s face. “But nothing so important that I can’t be talked out of it.”

“I have a mandatory company dinner that I need a plus one for,” she explains. “Any interest?”

“I’d have to charge double my normal rate if you expect me to socialize,” you jest, shuddering in mock horror.

“Then I’ll pay you triple to do it with a smile,” Gaeul fires back.

“Now that …” you say, mirroring her smile. “That I can do.”