Artful Attractions (13 page)

“Get up, naughty boy, and clean yourself with the towel and I want you to come over and bend over my knee so I can spank you,” I order and take myself over to the couch and grab the dildo, butt plug, lube and paddle, hiding them next to me.

He cleans up quickly and crawls across the floor submissively and kneels over my legs exposing his perfect hard ass to me. He’s fairly fit for a man in his mid-forties.

I caress is butt and gather up the butt plug. It’s not very large but it’s a good size. His cock is leaking pre-come all over my leg and it’s hard as a rock. I squirt some lube on the butt plug and reach between his cheeks and lube his puckered asshole with the bottle. It’s a little more worn than most, which tells me he loves anal play. I press the plug to his sphincter and push. He groans, accepting it. It sucks right in and I fit its handle in the right way so it’s comfortable between his muscled cheeks.

“Does slave like this?”

“Oh yes mistress I’m very close. I’m sorry. I’m naughty, mistress. I need to be punished,” he states through ragged horny breaths. Yes, he is close. He loves this.

“Alright naughty boy, but you better ask permission to come when you want it. Do you understand, naughty boy?” I snap harshly.

“Yes, mistress. I’m sorry I’m so naughty.”

“Yes, very naughty.” His cock jumps. He must get off on that word. “My slave is a naughty boy.” His cock jumps again and he moans. His pre-come is dripping down my leg. “Does my naughty boy want to be spanked with the paddle or mistresses hand?” I offer. I figure one or the other gives him more pleasure.

“The paddle mistress. I’m a bad boy and I need paddled.”

“Ok, naughty boy. I’m going to paddle your ass. You count as I do. We’ll go to twenty,” I order firmly.

I pull the black handled paddle up and bring it back down with a hard crack on his ass, across both cheeks.

“One,” he cries out in ecstasy. And he calls them each out until we hit nine. Each time his breath becomes more ragged and his dick drips more come. The butt plug must be working his prostrate.

“Ten,” he screams and shivers. Oh shit he’s close. I can feel it the way his body is moving.

“May I come mistress? May I come? I need to come mistress,” he pleads through moans and shakes. He’s holding back.

“You can come on number twelve, you bad boy,” I bark and spank him hard.

“Eleven, oh mistress!” His convulsing gets worse and trembles through his entire body.

I pull back for a few seconds to warm him up for it and slam onto his ass with the last paddle.

“Twwwweeelllvvveeee,” he screams and jerks and his come spurts all over me as he shakes uncontrollably and I hold him down with my arm as I grab the butt plug and twist it and he screams into the air and more come spurts from his cock all over me. He bucks back against the plug and I pull it out a little and push it back in and he cries out and more hot spunk spews from him. He’s trembling hard after I think three consecutive orgasms or just one really long one. But either way he’s panting hard and is like a noodle drooping over my lap. His come dripping down my leg. 

“Thank you, mistress,” He pants. 

“John, it’s okay if you’re done,” I say and I look over his ass and its fire engine red and looks very painful. I’d hate to sit down on that. I rub is sweetly.

“No mistress. Bad boy wants more,” he says, trying to catch his breath.

“Does bad boy want more paddles?”

He nods and begs. “Yes mistress, lots more paddling.”

I ready myself again and I paddle him until his ass looks so painful it’s close to blistering and he comes and each time he does I pull on the butt plug to make him come more. We do this three more times and my legs are so wet with come it’ll take me weeks to clean that much spunk off me.

“Is slave finished?”

He nods and slides off my lap, staying on his knees. I want to bet he won’t be able to sit down tomorrow. I get off the couch and make my way into the kitchen. I fish in the freezer for some ice and gather a bunch up in a glass off the counter and bring it into the living room. He’s sprawled out on his stomach on the floor, breathing extra hard.

“John I have some ice. Do you want me to use it to cool some of the burning?” I offer sweetly. He turns his head a little. His face is pouring sweat.

“You’d do that?” He asks, surprised.

“Yes, and I’ll pull the butt plug out too if you’d like,” I add.

He smiles tiredly. “That’s so nice of you Tylah. If you’d like, I’d appreciate it.”

I toss off my heels and sit beside him on the ground, my legs tucked under me, and grab out an ice cube and slowly rub his cheeks with it. He winces and I know it has to be painful.

“Why do you like this?” I ask, completely taken back by how hot his butt is. It melts the ice super-fast.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I just do. There’s some of it I don’t like but most of it I crave. I’ve tried to use stuff to pleasure myself since I’ve been without a woman for so long. But it’s hard. I use nipple clamps and a dildo in my ass. It works somewhat but nothing like tonight.” He turns to his side to show me his cock. “I’m still hard. I’m never still hard this long. I’m not twenty anymore. But this stuff makes me want to come.”

“So do you like sex at all? Or just the degrading stuff?” I ask, truly curious. I’m not trying to be a bitch. I never understood the addiction to bondage.

“I like sex. Vanilla sex is okay. It does the job. But if I get fucked like this I want the woman to be forcing me or hurting me. It makes me desire her more. My ex-wife tried to do this for me during our eight year marriage but never fit with her. So that’s one of the many reasons we are now divorced.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I apologize. That has to suck to not have a partner accept you and the kinks that you come with. It’s like a part of you. It’s not like he could change his desire to be dominated and beat. It’s part of him. A fucked up part, but a part nonetheless.

“It’s okay. I’ve learned to cope with the lonely life. That’s why once I got ahold of Brian I didn’t exactly tell him about my kinks. I’ve done vanilla sex with a bunch of women but never felt comfortable asking to take it further. Guess I decided to let the cat out of the bag tonight. I appreciate your openness, Tylah. It means the world to me. I know I’m weird but I spend all day bossing people around and being a complete control freak with everything, and this sex part breaks apart those harden barriers I’ve created,” he explains.

“It’s okay John you don’t have to tell me. I’m happy to help. I wish I would have been prepared a little more. But if you want me to beat you and take out my own frustrations I am fine with that.” I finish cooling his ass off with the rest of the ice and I spread his cheeks and grab the holder of the plug.

“Oh god,” he moans.

“Do you want to come again?” I ask, twisting the plug inside of him.

He bobs his head. “Yes, please. If that’s alright. I know I can’t keep you all night. But one more would be great.”

“Do you want this or a dildo?” I twirl the butt plug and he bucks his ass.

“A dildo gives you more freedom,” he states and gets on all fours for me to remove the plug which helps a lot. I pull it out and drop it on the wax covered towel. I pull the lube and dildo from the couch. I slather it up good and push it into him. He cries out in pleasure. I slide it in and out of his ass, slowly fucking him. It doesn’t take long for his body to start shaking.

“You can’t come yet, bad boy,” I bark and spank him with my bare hand. Pins and needles sensation burns my palm but I spank him again and he moans.

“Oh, mistress I’m close. Please. Oh. Please. Mistress,” he begs.

I slap him hard again and he shakes harder and I hammer the dildo in and out of him.

“No. Bad boys have to wait,” I yell, firmly spanking his ass again.

He starts to shudder uncontrollably holding back the urge. I spank his ass again and my hand is on fire. I bend forward and lick his cheek. And he screams, barely able to stay on all fours.

“Please! Mistress!” he cries as if he’s in pain.

I grab his balls hard as I jam the cock into his ass.

“No! You wait.” I tug and he screams out in pleasure and pain with the deep need to ejaculate. Savage growls and moans erupt continuously out of his throat. His body unable to keep still. His cock is so hard it looks painful.

“Count to five and then my naughty boy can come,” I order and I bite down hard on his ass cheek and he squeals in delight and comes hard spurting his seed all over the floor. I pump the dildo in and out and bite him again. He cries out and another stream of come shoots out. I tug on his balls and pull the dildo all the way out. I grip his cock in my hand and pump it. He goes wild and I bite him again and he comes a little bit more and drops to the ground in a pile of sated heaven whimpering in delight. He has huge bite marks on his already tender ass.

“Sorry,” I apologize. I guess I got a little carried away.

“Oh my god that was amazing. Bite me all you want. I’ve never had anyone do that. It made it ten times better,” he declares excitedly. 

We chat about ten more minutes he slides me a thousand dollar tip and I head home in the Lincoln that’s waiting for me on the curb downstairs. That was fun in a weird kind of way. It’s not about me getting fucked or his cock getting serviced. For him it’s something beyond that something internal that needs to be fed and freed by being mistreated and dominated over. If he hires me again I’ll be more than willing to do that stuff to him. It doesn’t hurt me and he loves it.

‘Ring, ring, hookah, ring, ring.’

Another early morning and fuck head is calling me. Why does he do this all the damn time? And it’s my damn day off.

“What do you want Brian?” I bitch.

“I wanted to say you’re my favorite gal,” he says with a smile in his voice.

“Why because Mr. Kinky called this morning to book me again?” I chuckle. I know this has to be why he’s called all excited.

“Yes!”

I laugh. “Brian you really suck. I make you a ton of money with a new regular and your dumbass has to go off and wake me up.” I check the clock. “At nine forty-five in the damn morning.” I complain weakly. His enthusiasm is like a flu, I’m slowly feeling its effects.

“I was going to call at eight when he called but I waited a little. I’m too excited. So how was it?”

I swear, Brian is like a woman when it comes to sex details. I don’t know if he has a little book he writes all this shit down in and plans on selling it later but he’s totally into this sex stuff big time. The nastier the details the better. So I tell him the entire play-by-play down to the biting and the multiple orgasms.

“Holy fuck! He’s a kinky bastard. I can’t believe you went in and totally dominated the night without knowing,” he praises. I give myself a little mental pat on the back for a job well done.

“I’m a badass, what can I say?” I giggle and tuck my arm under my head for support.

“Yes you are because he offered three grand a night each time you come to him and he’s wanting more than weekly. But I explained you’re a very busy woman but once a week is doable and if he wants more like a quickie on his lunch hour you can try to fit him in for extra.”

I roll my eyes even if Brian can’t see me. John is the last man I want to have as a client more than once weekly. Beating him takes a lot out of my arms and I don’t get anything sexually out of the deal. Or barely, I should say. Joseph is much better to have all the time, he pleases me and feels guilty if he doesn’t. I like men that way.

“I’ll do him once a week Brian. That’s all and next week whenever the gangbang is I need a day off after to recover. I can’t go back out the next night.”

“It’s Tuesday so you can go and have a nice relaxing weekend and come back and fuck to your heart’s content,” he kids.

We chat a few more minutes and I hang up and there is no way I am going to be able to go back to sleep. I promised Joseph I’d text him this morning and I’m waiting to hear back from Brad.

Me- Hey, I’m home and safe. Hope you had a wonderful night.

Immediately back:

J- Oh thank the heavens. I was worried. John is looking extra happy today and nicer than normal. It’s good but I hate knowing it was you fucking him last night to make him this happy.

Oh sweet Jesus, he’s starting already. This new phone is about to get shutdown real quick.

Me- I didn’t actually sleep with him just so you know. I shouldn’t even be telling you this but it’s true. I never slept with him last night. So stop with the sadness and being an ass this morning. Enjoy that he’s in a good mood. If this possessiveness doesn’t stop, Joseph, I am cutting you off. No more.

J- Sorry baby. I’ll be good. I promise to make it up to you on Friday. Oh, I have his business event thing on Friday I have to go to. I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me?

Me- What? What about your wife? You know, the woman you’re married to.

J- She thinks I’m going to be out of town and John isn’t going to be attending because he’s going to visit his family this whole weekend. I think it would be nice. Plus, you would go as my employee or something to make it appear inconspicuous.

Me- If you have to go and need a date, I’ll attend. But if someone I’ve escorted before attends or something happens, it’s on you. You’re not a Joe Schmo who works at a fast food joint. You are a famous CEO.

J- Yep, and this famous CEO needs a hot date. My wife isn’t hot. I am wiring money over to Brian as we speak, so you have money to buy an outfit and accessories to the event. I will send a car with me in it to Astoria on Friday at six thirty. It starts at seven. Be ready.

My phone rings.

‘Ring, Ring, hookah, ring, ring,’

I answer. “Hi Brian.”

“Mr. Moneybags just wired another ten grand, Alexis. What’s this money about now? What don’t I know?”

Holy Shit! That’s a lot.

“He just texted me on the phone he gave to me, saying he wants to take me to an event on Friday night. Said he’d be sending over some money so I could buy an outfit for the evening.”

“He’s married and he’s taking you to an event?”

“Yep, I guess so. It’s not my problem, it’s his. If he wants to get in trouble, let him. That money is to buy clothes. But that amount could by me an entire wardrobe.”

“Okay… He’s really flirting with the wrong side of things. But I’ll make sure to get the money for you,” he says, his voice dripping with apprehension. 

I hang up and my regular phone beeps. It’s barley ten in the morning and I’m way too popular.

Brad- I’m available tonight around six. I’ll send a car at five thirty.

Me- That’s fine but can I get the car a little sooner? I need to do some shopping in the city and I might as well kill two birds with one stone if the driver’s free.

Brad- Oh yes, absolutely, that’s fine. He can pick you up whenever. You tell me when and I’ll make sure he’s there.

Me- Two would be perfect.

Brad- Wonderful, he will be in the limo. Same place as last night.

Me- Thanks so much. See you at six.

I slink out of bed naked and run and jump onto Becka’s bed in the room beside mine. Jumping up and down to wake her. She shoots up.

“What the fuck! Are you crazy!?” she scolds and rubs her tired eyes.

“Yep, I fucked a guy last night in the ass with a dildo and beat him with a paddle,” I tease and jump again, my boobs bouncing.

She stares at me wide eyed. “You did what? And woman just because I want to be friends doesn’t mean that you bouncing like that makes me not want to touch you any less,” She teases and reaches out and pinches me. I giggle and flop down onto my side on the bed.

“What, do you like these ta-ta’s?” I tease, still giggling and I bounce them in my hands. My nipples are hard as diamonds. 

“Yes I like them. They’re beautiful. Now stop teasing me, woman. And tell me more about last night.”

I stop bouncing and tell her about everything. She thought it was crazy too and she gave me the rundown of the night with Andrew and Brad. Apparently they had dinner and Andrew invited a chef from one of his restaurants to dine with them. Brad chatted food with her but like the rest of us, but didn’t seem that interested. I think Andrew keeps hoping he’ll breakdown and fuck one of us. Apparently he’s not into one night stands. Good for Brad.

“Oh, Joseph wired ten grand for me to go shopping today. Want to come? I’ve got a limo waiting at two on Astoria.”

She squeals. “Hell yes! Can we go to Barneys?”

I roll my eyes and flip my hair. “Duh!” I smile ear-to-ear. This is exciting. A girl’s day out!

I run into the living room naked and examine what I need to finish on my art project before I have to beautify myself and head into the city. Even though I am going to make a department store do my makeup and have someone fancy up my hair. It’s fun to play dress up. And I will do the same thing tomorrow before I head to the event with Joseph. I tackle my artwork naked in front of the window and it takes me about an hour to finish.

I grab a bottled water out the fridge after I scrub my hands clean. I pull out my normal phone and hit Lolita’s B&B number so I can book my stay for Saturday and Sunday nights. I’m super excited to get some time away. I need the relaxation. Now all I have to do is rent a car to drive.

“Lolita’s Bed and Breakfast, this is Amy speaking. How may I help you?”

“Um yes, I would like to book the pink room for this Saturday and Sunday evenings.” I answer in a deep masculine voice, holding back laughter. “I hear that the pink room has some very lovely nude sketches.”

“Why yes, sir. They do. A friend of mine is the artist. Can I please have a name and a credit card number to book the reservation? We also offer two other rooms if you are in need of something a bit more masculine,” Amy states sweetly.

“No thank you madam. I’d like to use the pink room. Hear those sketches can make a man come gallons.” I try to keep the masculine voice but I have to pull the phone away from my mouth so I don’t breaking into an all-out fit of laughter. It’s hard.

“Why sir. I know it’s none of my business what you do in private but I don’t think I should be talking with a customer about this type of thing,” she states and I can tell she’s irritated.

“The names Alexis Monroe for the reservation,” I say in the manly voice.

She breaks into a laugh and I do too. The jig is up. “You are such a bitch, Alexis. You so had me going.” She perks up, her voice light and happy, still chuckling. 

“I know I almost failed a few times. I guess I sound very manly.” I can’t stop laughing I rub the tears from my eyes.

“You sounded like a drag queen but I wasn’t going to be rude.”

“Gee thanks. I guess I need to take tips from Brad then.” I giggle.

“Oh so you’ve talked to him? Have you two hooked up?” she sounds concerned.

So much for the funny hello chat.

“No Amy. I’m not going to sleep with your brother, don’t worry. My hooker cooties won’t get to him. I promise,” I reassure her. I’m not angry and I can’t blame her for wondering. I’d be over protective too if he was my brother.

“That’s not what I meant Alexis. I don’t care if you sleep with Brad. He’s a grown man. I meant hooked up in a not sexual way. Like, do you two like each other?”

I scoff a laugh. “Funny Amy. I’m an escort and you want to know if we like each other. You’re even crazier than I thought. But you know that can’t ever happen. And yes I like him. He’s hot. Why I never knew you had a hot brother, I have no idea. But he is. Anyhow. I do want to come this weekend. I’ll be in sometime Saturday afternoon and leave sometime Monday later in the day if that’s cool. Is mama going to be around or no?”

“I’ll call her and tell her that you’re coming and I’m sure she’ll be here. It’s been too long since you last made it up. I’ve missed you woman. We need to talk more. Brad said he called to get some sketches for his apartment.”

I laugh. “No he called to ask me to be his friend and hang out. But then when he told me he called you to get my number and I told him to make an honest man out of him I’d do some sketches for him anyhow. I’m dropping them by today actually.”

“That’s great, Alexis. I know he’ll love those. He’s asked to steal the bigger one out of the pink room. If you get time I’d love for you to do a few more for me to put up around this place. People always ask about them when they stay. And our busy season will hit in about three weeks when the leaves start to fall.”

We finish up our conversation. I missed Amy a lot. She’s a sister to me and her mama is amazing. I love Ruby.

I finish up all the odds and ends, get ready and so does Becka and we head out of the door just in time to meet the limo on Astoria, both of the art canvases in our hands. I lay them inside the limo first to make sure they are safe. And seems as though they should be just fine and with the clear coat of spray it will keep them from smearing.

We hit Barneys first, per Becka’s request. After we dropped by Brian’s, of course, to pick up the ten thousand dollars in cash.

Standing in the dress section, I pull out my phone and text Joseph.

Me- What kind of event is this? Very class or more casual? And ten thousand is way too much for an outfit, mister.

J- It’s very fancy, black tux and elegance. And ten grand is nothing compared to the beauty you will bring to the room as my date.

Me- Stop sucking up—I’m already going. XOXO see you tomorrow. I’m out shopping, thanks.

“He says fancy,” I tell Becka.

We hit the expensive gown racks and some of these are ranging from a few grand up to over ten. I guess this is what he was expecting. That’s why he wired so much money over. He’s crazy.

I select a Kate Ermilo off the shoulder full flare black trumpet gown for about four grand. I choke at the price tag but it will fit beautifully and make me radiate elegance. For shoes I go with a pair of black lace Manolo’s with a pointed toe. They’re only three inch heels so I can walk easier in them. And they only hit a little over seven hundred. We hit the jewelry and I nearly shit a brick on the expensive crap. I refuse to spend money on this stuff; it’s not even real diamonds or gold and they want hundreds of dollars. The dress was enough but this is way beyond okay. So I opt out and we leave to hit a more price conscious store.

We take the limo to Saks next and find a pair of crystal earrings that would pair perfectly with my gown and shoes. I allow Becka to buy some earrings and a two hundred dollar dress. I buy Amy a Bond No.9 New York five perfume set, a Clinique pretty pinks and plums makeup set and a five hundred dollar taupe cashmere throw. I have to spoil her when I’m coming to visit. It’s only fair to share the fruits of my labor as she cooks for me all weekend and charges me pennies to the dollar to stay the entire visit. I pick up mama Ruby a box of truffles and a Ralph Lauren poker set. I know it’s outrageously priced but Joseph is paying for it, not me. I have a few thousand left and I tuck it into my purse and we find out way out the store and track down a nice hair dresser around the corner. I stop in and hand them a fifty to get taken right back. My hair gets fancied up and they have a makeup artist on staff so I have her play up my eyes and lips and have them do Becka’s makeup too. By the time it hits five thirty we are finished with our day and I hand Becka a fifty to take a cab home. I have the limo driver drop me by a gourmet food store a block from Brads. I pop in and buy him a small bottle of sixty dollar truffle oil, a bottle of ice wine and a small bag of gourmet pretzels. If I have to drink wine, ice wine is the only kind I like. It’s tasty and fruity and doesn’t have that strong flavor that most wines do. That’s what turns me off to them.