Tease (Tease 1)

In saying that, I appreciated and respected every single one of my clients. As much as I was there for them to satisfy whatever desire they had going on, they all repaid that satisfaction right back to me.

Another reason why I loved my job so much.

Amalie was a regular, in that she had an allotted time with me every fortnight. Same time, same day, as a gym instructor or manicurist might drop by, I’d be on her doorstep every second Wednesday night at eight on the dot. She felt it was more inconspicuous that way, and less likely to attract attention.

I rang the doorbell of her huge double story mansion. The house sat well back on the perfectly landscaped property, the entire back of the home fitted with floor-to-wall double-glazed glass that overlooked the ocean. It was fucking magnificent. The door opened. Amalie stood in front of me, her smile stretching from ear to ear.

“Coop,” she said, tilting her head. “Come in.” She didn’t move, forcing me to squeeze past her—a deliberate move that caused her breasts to brush past my chest. Fuck, her nipples were hard. The sensation of them running over my shirt had made me hard.

I was barely in the door as she was on me, her lips connecting with mine, her tongue exploring my mouth. She unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders, disposing of it on the stone tiled floor. Her hands ran over my chest, her breathing shallowing.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, Coop. So smooth and hard.” Her fingers moved down over my abs, grasping at my belt. I took her face in my hands and kissed her, kicking my pants aside as they fell down my legs. I hoisted her onto my hips, my mouth never straying from hers. She locked her ankles around my waist, allowing my hands to explore her body.

She pulled her short dress over her head so that she was naked apart from her skimpy panties, her smooth olive skin against mine. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked hard, twirling my tongue around it until it stuck out like a lollipop. I flicked and sucked as I walked her through the house, knowing exactly where I was headed.

“Are we doing the usual tonight?” I always asked, and the answer was always the same.

She nodded, rubbing herself against my cock.

“God, you’re a naughty little thing, Am. To think people think you’re this sweet little girl. If only they could see the side I see.”

She giggled. She loved it when I spoke about how naughty she was.

I flung open the door to the basement and walked down the stairs. Why she had the desire to be locked down here and forced into sex I don’t know, but it wasn’t my place to wonder. I wasn’t her shrink. Did I worry about her? Of course, but if it wasn’t me, she’d be paying someone else to do this. At least I knew with me she wouldn’t get hurt. I only ever took things as far as she wanted it.

I set her down on the cold floor. Grabbing her by the hair, I yanked her toward the brick wall where the handcuffs hung in wait.

“Take off your panties,” I ordered, letting go of her hair.

She slid them off and handed them over, her blue eyes huge and focused on me.

I grabbed her head and shoved them into her mouth. “You’re a dirty girl, Amalie, and you need to learn.”

Taking her left hand in mine, I lifted it up and secured it in the first cuff. I did the same with her other hand until she stood ass up against the wall, on her tippy toes, staring at me and waiting for what was next. The script didn’t change much; she was a girl with a specific urge and she needed that fixed over and over. Sometimes I wondered what an evening with both Delaney and Amalie would be like.

Inter

esting, in the very least.

Pressing myself up against her, I gripped her chin, making her look at me. She looked genuinely scared, which was all part of the game for her. I brought my other hand up to her breasts, squeezing her nipple so tightly she yelped.

“Shut the fuck up,” I hissed, pinching it again, harder.

She swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut.

I reached beside her on the wall for the baton. She told me once that it was a real police baton and she’d stolen it off the set of one of her movies.

I tossed it in the air, catching the end before it slipped to the floor. “Why can’t you be a good girl?” I asked her, running the tip of the baton between her breasts. “Why do I always need to punish you, Amalie?” I asked.

She whimpered in response.

I ran the baton down the length of her stomach, over her soft mound, resting it between her moist lips. She shook her head gently, her eyes a mixture of fear and want.

“Do you want to be fucked, Amalie?” I asked, sliding the baton inside of her.

She sobbed, fighting against the constraints of the handcuffs.

“I think you want this, Amalie.” I eased the baton deeper inside of her, my mouth closing over her nipple as I fucked her.