Buying Thyme (3 page)

“I remember this.” He breathes.
 

I place both glasses on the desk beside us and turn back to Michael. I run my lips down the side of his neck, he leans his head to the side, allowing me full access to it. Trailing down I leave a light track of red lipstick marks down his torso and I slowly make my descent down to his solid erection.

“Oh, please keep going.” He says.

I see he’s finally got his voice back… not for long though, I snig
ger to myself. Still squatting between his legs, I gaze up at him. I grab his erect penis with my gloved left hand, while my other circles around his nipple, “
Ah… 
” Exhales out of his mouth between breaths. 

K
nowing the extraordinary sensation of the satin glove against his sensitive skin, I run my other hand down and gently cup his tight balls. I slowly tug at his firm sack. He lifts his rear off the chair, trying to push himself into me as I slowly kiss around the top of his pubic hair. Reaching up at the glass of hot water, I briefly take my eyes off Michael and quaff a mouthful of the hot water and hold it in my mouth. Leaning back down between him once again, with the hot water waiting inside my mouth, I plunge my lips over the top of his erection. I drive down his full length, managing to hold the hot water within the confines of my mouth. This allows him to feel the heat of the liquid.

“
Oh my fucking god…
” he spits out.

His wrists pull and strain against the secured cuffs.
 I slowly swallow the water down as I continue to slide my mouth up and down his firmness, until it’s all completely consumed. I hear his breathing has quickened.
Oh no you don’t... not yet
. I sense him building up, so I place a couple of shards of ice in my mouth and repeat the process, this time rolling the ice around my tongue as I enter him in and out of my mouth. This gives him a completely different sensation from the last. “
Shiiiit!
” he manages to get out in a slow breath.

I can feel him build up again. I slowly pull my mouth up his erection and roll my tongue around the end of his length.

“I want you so bad Miranda! Please!” he begs. 

I send my kisses back up his body. I stand and turn around so that I’m just in front of him again. Bending over, I slide my underwear off. I leave my suspenders still on, giving him a full view of what he’s about to sink into.

“Holy shit you have no idea what you do to me.” He sucks on his lips, pulling on the handcuffs once more.

“I think I have an idea Michael.” I reply, eyeing off his massive erection.

I reach for the condom, conveniently placed on the desk near my suitcase and slide it gently down him with my teeth. Yet another talent learnt from the industry. With my knees either side of Michael, I slowly crouch over him in the chair. With my legs bent, I straddle him and slowly lower myself over him until I can feel his erection edge around the outside of my entrance. I slowly circle my hips so that I roll around the top of his erection. I hear the pull of the handcuffs once more as he tries in vain to touch me. Forcing his hips up, he attempts to thrust into me. I pull back upwards at the same time and shake my head at him.

“I just want to touch you Miranda.”

“You will. All in good time Michael, we have
all
night thanks to you.”

“No…  thanks to
you
.” He says with such conviction in his soft eyes. 

I notice the cloudy blue colour of them for the first time. Harshly sinki
ng down onto him, I thrust my tongue into his mouth. I feel the fullness of his erection deep inside me. He groans as I bite down softly on his lower lip. I slowly start to rock my hips backwards and forwards, fully enjoying what I’m doing to this man. I cradle the back of his head in my arms and push myself further onto him as our kiss deepens. I grip onto his hair and feel him building up inside me. I quicken the rhythm. His hips match mine every time they tilt forward. I can feel him in the deepest part of me. His hands strain on the cuffs and his fingers stretch out as he groans on the brink of climax. I can feel intensity build in the pit of my stomach as I watch this man want me more and more. I grip onto his hair and pull backwards, forcing his head to tilt back. Finally his eyes spring open. Eyes fixated on each other, he explodes inside me in the final thrusts of his hips. The feeling of this man tensing and pulsing inside me sends a shiver up my spine. I throw my head back and almost climax to the feeling. The rocking has completely stopped, so I take out my keys from the front of my corset. Reaching behind me, I unlock both of Michael’s wrists so that he can finally hold me in his post-coital bliss. It feels nice to be wrapped around him, his head pressed against my bulging chest. I twirl my fingers in his hair as he slowly gets his breathing back to a regular pace once again. I can feel the sweat build up beneath my corset as my skin struggles to breathe under the confines of the leather. I definitely need to freshen up. Time for an outfit change I think.

“Bath time sugar?” Michael looks up at me, a visible calm in his soft pale blue eyes.

“You read my mind.”

The bath’s temperature
has dropped during our chair romp, so I light the tea light candles and fill the tub with more hot water. Sitting on the bath’s ledge, I lean my head back against the cool of the window. My body relaxes in delight from the release of my restrictive corset. Michael is politely pouring me another glass of champagne and hands me an oyster. 

“Bottoms up.” He says with a boyish grin as he hands it to me.

“You can count on it.” I say with a genuine giggle, a rarity for me. 

I down the oyster and slide into the bath once the water temperature is to my liking. Michael has put Adele back on the stereo, and is now coolly singing
Lovesong
. My stuntman swings a leg over the bath’s edge and slides in, holding his glass out towards me.

“Here’s to seeing you again Miranda.” He chinks my glass.

“The pleasure is all mine Michael.” I reply with a smirk.

He raises an eyebrow at me and shakes his head with a little snort.

“You are one fascinating woman you know. I haven’t stopped thinking about you the whole time I was filming back in L.A. I couldn’t wait to get back to Sydney to see you again.”

“How long are you here for this time?” I query.

“Five weeks at least Miss Miranda.” He says with a flick of his brow and a hint of excitement in his voice.

“Well this may prove to be an expensive trip for you then Mr Stephenson.”

He snorts louder this time and shakes his head again at my comment, and the personal probing starts… all too common at this point.

“If you don’t have a boyfriend… would you want to see me outside of the Agency Miranda? We have a great time together right? Don’t you get sick of being ruled by your Agency?”

“That’s an awful lot of questioning Mr Stephenson.”

“Sorry Miranda, call me Michael. Please. It’s just that…”

I cut him off before he can continue. I know what he’s about to say and I try to avoid the probing altogether.

“Well to answer your questions Michael. You pay me to come and pleasure you. I come and give you the best of my tricks and sexual self. We both know what we’re here for and we both leave satisfied. It’s as simple as that.” I casually sip on my champagne, in my best effort to persuade him that I am just his whore, “And as far as having a boyfriend, I neither have time for one nor do I need one. Not when I have lovely men like you in my life.”

I see him wince at the use of the plural
men
in my sentence. Most clients want to believe I’m all theirs and no one else’s.

“Well I guess that’s how it is then Miranda.” He replies, deflated by my response.

“I guess it is. Now what shall we do next? Anything you want to do to me Michael?” Michael stops mid sip, glances at me for a moment before continuing with a finishing gulp of his champagne. He places the empty glass on the edge of the bath.

“There is plenty I want to do to you Miranda.”

He glides through the water to my side of the bath and leans into me, kissing me once again. I feel his erection pressed against my leg.

“Well let’s see what I can do with this.” I say as I reach down into the water and grip his length in my palm, “Lean back... I want another orgasm like you gave me last time in the bath.”

His eyes widen with delight at my confession.

“I bet you can c
ome at the drop of a hat!” he smirks at me.

He leans back and sits in the middle of the bath.
 His mood has changed from the failed proposition of a relationship with him. With any luck I have convinced him that I’m not fit for being anyone’s girlfriend. I’m just a whore… for tonight I’m
his
whore.

I raise an eyebrow at his suggestion of orgasms on tap and snicker at him, “In this job it is not that simple trust me.”

He laughs, surely he must be thinking about some of the clients I have to have sex with. I know better though, and know that an orgasm can come from the most unsuspecting of clients… and has. I feel my cheeks prick with the thought of the tubby old guy that I had the most amazing climax with once.

“Don’t be embarrassed you sexy minx. Come here and sit on me.” Michael says as he slides the ba
ck of his palm across my cheek.

I reach over and grab the condom packet from the edge of the bath.

“Stand.” I command and guide him upwards so that he’s standing in front of me.

I slide the condom over his length gently with my teeth once more and give him a leisurely suck as I pull my mouth back off him. I look up at his grinning face and tug on his arm to pull him back down again. I straddle over him and lower myself down. I feel his fullness inside me again. His hands grip onto my rear end and he starts to pull me backwards and forwards. I feel my clitoris rub against his pubic hair. The sensation makes my nipples tingle with delight. The water starts to swirl around us and the build up begins inside me. He leans forward and slowly licks and sucks on my all too willing nipples. They respond tantalisingly to his soft lips dancing around them. I run my hands down his chest and flick his nipples between my thumb and index finger. He tilts his head back and thrusts in deeper inside me. I can feel myself start to pulse. The sensation of the rubbing and his fullness begins to reach a point of uncontrollable pleasure. Then as I glance up... I see my reflection in the window. The prostitute reflecting back at me causes me to lose the moment all together. Purely for the approval of Michael’s effort, I cry out in my perfectly rehearsed fake orgasm. In turn, it sends Michael over the edge and I feel him expand, and then loosen inside me with his climax. He slows his thrusting down to a gentle rock again. He moves his hands up my back, so that he’s cradling me in his arms. I return the gesture and run my hands past his shoulders and down his back.

“
Mmmm
… that was nice. I felt you cum.” He whispers into my chest in between each kiss, still holding me tightly.

Hmmm
…
If only!
But I don’t discourage his feeling of satisfaction by telling him that all he felt was my build up… without the finale.

“Yes, that
was
nice.” I avoid the full truth. A tremble rolls over me as I glance at the whore in the window’s reflection once more.

“Come on. You’re getting cold. Let’s get out and get you warmed up again.” He says rubbing my arms in a comforting manner, thankfully not knowing the reality of my mind’s quandary.

“Would you like
to order in something to eat?” He says, as I exit the bathroom in a fluffy bathrobe.

Michael’s seated on the bed with a bathrobe wrapped around him also. He pats his hand down next to him, coaxing me to si
t down, hotel menu in his grip.
All too normal for me
… My mind revolts the scene in front of me. I’m here to fuck, not play happy couple. That’s what you’re paying me for, I remind myself again.

“No thanks, I ate before I came.” I lie. Well it’s not a lie, I tell myself. It’s just keeping the fantasy going for him, “If you’re hungry though, I could fix that.” I say as I rip my robe off, revealing a light pink see-through cami
sole with a fluffy edge at the bottom, and tied up at the front.

Matched with a pair of string panties in the same colour,
that have the smallest triangle, leaving very little to the imagination. A contrasting outfit from the last, dominatrix character that earlier appeared from the bathroom. I bite the end of my index finger in an effort to seem shy and innocent.
Far from the reality of it though.
Again, this is all part of the fantasy.

“Get your fucking sexy ass on this bed.” He says, tossing the menu book to the side.
 

I give my best impression of a giggle at him and jump on the bed and grab his face in my hands. Kissing him lightly, my lips as full as possible.

“Lay back and let me pleasure you.” He commands. 

I lay back, knowing full well this is all part of the game. I’d be lucky to actually get anything out of it, but I allow my mind to just enjoy the moment. This man wants to give me something in return for my earlier efforts, again reminding myself that this is part of the full package.
I lay back and lift my hips off the bed as Michael slides my barely-there underwear down, and undoes the front of my camisole. My mind starts to drift off. I think about bills that need to be paid, and wonder if my cat’s safe back at home. All the while Michael kisses, licks and sucks around my whole body. I giving him the occasional “
Oh
” and “
Ah
” and arch my back for effect when he rolls his tongue over my clitoris. When I see he’s at the peak of his attempts to arouse me, I free a condom from its wrapper. I pull him up to me and roll the condom over him. I watch his eyes close in complete submission to my touch, as I gently stroke his well-endowed length. He softly grabs my waist and rolls me onto my hands and knees, I oblige knowing full well this is the easiest way to make any man cum. He slams himself into me with both hands either side of my waist and continues the pounding motion going in deeper and deeper, thrashing into me harder and harder, as the momentum builds. I push myself backwards to meet him with every thrust of his hips. He’s taking longer than expected. Must’ve been from our earlier sessions, I think to myself. The violent thrashing continues into at least the thirty-minute mark. He runs his hand up my back and grips onto my hair, pulling my head backwards in his grip. I groan in the moment, which sends him over the edge quickly and I feel the release of his long climax, “
Fuck
” he yells as every last drop is expelled from his body. I feel him quiver behind me, right before he falls in a heap over me. He releases himself from inside me, and rolls down beside me. We’re both now laying in blissful silence for a moment.