For the Night: Complete Box Set (52 page)

It had been fourteen
months since I slept with Eve Myers, during her “Biker for the Night” fantasy.
Fourteen months since I’d last slept with a client. She’d been the last I’d
taken before signing them all over to my colleague Trey Douglas. I was resolved
that I’d put those days behind me, that I was “going straight” with my personal
training, that I’d never take another booking again. That was until I received
an email request out of the blue, where my services were required to be a
dominant for the night, to educate my client in the ways of BDSM. Now
that
was an offer I couldn’t refuse. It was time to bring Logan Steele, renowned
escort, creator of fantasies, bestower of mind blowing orgasms, out of
retirement. The only thing I knew for sure was that once this night was over,
nothing would ever be the same again. This could be the appointment that
changed my life. I was risking everything I held dear and I had no idea whether
it would change everything for the better or for the worse.

I took a deep breath.
Tonight’s booking was a game changer, in more than one way. Logan Steele, world
renowned escort, had officially retired from the business fourteen months ago.
I’d transferred all my clients to an up and coming escort I’d worked with and
mentored, Trey Douglas. My lawyer, Robert Austin, had ensured that a lucrative
financial agreement had been drawn up, on a sliding scale, giving me a
percentage of Trey’s commissions from my clients, for a set number of years. A
percentage that would add to my retirement fund substantially. I’d been going
legitimate, only working as a personal trainer to clients of means, from my
state of the art gym, in the basement of my luxury London warehouse apartment.
My earnings from my personal training were more than enough for me to enjoy a
lifestyle with the trappings I’d come to enjoy, my designer clothes, first
class travel, gourmet restaurants and 5* hotels.

The real revelation was, that for a man as sexual
as I was, I hadn’t had sex in all that time. Not since my last client, Lady Eve
Myers, had booked me for a biker for the night fantasy. Even that night was a
game changer in itself, I’d faked coming during sex with her, something I’d only
ever done once before. All because I’d already developed feelings for Summer
Beresford, international movie star, who had booked me for a virgin for the
night “training” appointment months before I saw Eve. Back then Summer had been
an unknown actress, a virgin, called upon to play the role of a submissive, in
the Broken Promises trilogy of films, based around the bestselling books by
Mimi Sky. During the course of that night, we’d had an unexplainable attraction
to each other. I’d broken my code of not getting emotionally attached to a
client and had driven her home the next day, but had realised the foolishness
of my crush on her, believing all she saw me as, was the guy she paid to take
her virginity and teach her some moves. I’d deleted her file and blocked her
email, making me miss her second booking request. But my feelings for her had
led me to take matters into my own hands, to surprise her at her movie premiere
and we’d spent an amazing night together, confessing our desire for each other.
She was naturally concerned about starting a relationship with me, given my rather
sordid history, so we’d agreed to see each other as friends. To get to know
each other properly, to give her time to trust that I was genuine about a
relationship, that I’d really given up my former lifestyle and to understand my
sexual preferences, which had scared her.

Those fourteen months were both the best and worst
of my life. I got to spend time with her, not as much as I’d like, she had a
hectic schedule finishing the filming of the trilogy and fielding offers for
her next blockbuster. Just being around her lifted my spirits though. She was
the sweetest, kindest hearted person I knew, with never a bad word to say about
anyone. She was perfect, in every way. Her smile, the way she blushed when I
told her what I’d love to do to her, the way she giggled when I said something
funny. Her body,
Christ her body.
That was where the worst months of my
life came into play. We managed to squeeze in a date maybe once every other
week, but where we spent the most time was in my gym, working her out, daily.
She insisted she needed toning, I disagreed. Being in close proximity to her,
seeing her curvaceous backside in a pair of small tight shorts, her large pert
breasts encased in that cropped sports top, with a sheen of perspiration
covering her soft skin, and not being able to lick off the drops that trickled
down her throat, through that canyon towards her navel, was utter hell. Not
being able to have sex with her was fucking torture. I’d never shown so much
restraint in my life. I’d expected that she’d make me work for her, to build
her trust, I just hadn’t expected it to take so long. Logan Steele was a
seductor. Women fell at his feet, begged him to take them to his bed, if only
for the night, yet she …
she
continued to deflect my attempts with a
damn Logan Steele light sabre. She was a woman of steel. She evaded my advances
like Catwoman, leaving me entangled in a Spiderwoman’s web. I’d managed to kiss
her properly five times, five times when she’d trembled and whimpered in my
mouth as I took her possessively, but each time she pulled away, saying she
wasn’t ready. I’d promised to be patient with her, and I cared about her too
much to force the issue, but every man had his limits. I was well beyond mine.
I’d passed that exit many junctions ago.

I still had escort requests from former and new
clients on my email, the one I also used for my fitness clients, begging for
Logan Steele to come out of retirement, but I’d rejected every single one. This
was my new life, this was the path I was supposed to be on, the one I’d chosen
to be on. But this latest email had peaked my interest. It spoke to the deepest
part of me. To the man inside the persona of Logan Steele, the man who craved
control sexually, who wanted to be dominant.. Her email request was simple.

I want to be educated in the ways of BDSM, for
you to show me what that means. I’m willing to submit to you and have you do as
you wish with me. On the condition that you take it gently as it’s my first
time.

I looked at Mandy Fullerton’s booking request
email, then chuckled and smiled as I looked at the photograph. O yes, the
thought of being myself was far too tempting to refuse, to be Logan Steele
again, to organise the perfect fantasy night, not just for the client, but for
me. Especially with the woman in the photograph who made my cock jerk on sight.
It had been too long for any man to go without sex, let alone for Logan Steele.
She wanted a dominant for the night, she was going to get it. Even if I had to
offer it with a side of gentle.

I took my time in my wet
room, rubbing delicately scented oil all over my smooth skin. I was excited
and
nervous about this booking with Logan. I gently patted myself dry and walked
through my dressing room to the bedroom to style my hair, covering myself in a
dressing gown as I heard my front door bell ring. One of the security guards
from the reception desk of my apartment building handed me a large white box,
tied with a red ribbon. It looked expensive.

I sat on the bed, unravelled the ribbon, lifted
the lid and pulled out some very sexy lingerie. It felt luxurious, there was no
doubt that this was expensive and classy. There was a pair of ruffled black
knickers and a demi bra, suspender belt and lace top sheer stockings. Also in
the box was a pair of very high, sexy black designer heels and a knee length
black trench coat. I dressed in the items provided, carefully rolling the
delicate stockings up my legs and fixing them in place before stepping into the
heels. I strode over to the mirror and did a spin, looking at myself from all
angles. Hell, I looked seriously sexy. I lifted my tumbling tresses up,
exposing my neck, trying to decide if I should wear my hair up or down, then
laughed to myself. It wasn’t like I needed to make an effort. I’d booked him, Logan
Steele was a sure thing. I left my hair loose, the long tumbling waves scraping
my lower back. I grabbed my mobile as it rang and smiled to see it was one of
my friends, Jayne. I quickly checked my watch, I was being picked up any
minute.

‘Hey, is everything ok?’ I asked as I answered.

‘That’s what I was ringing to ask you.’

‘Why wouldn’t it be?’

‘Because you’re going through with this insane
plan, to be tied up and beaten.’

‘That’s not what’s going to happen.’

‘O right, because you’re such an expert in BDSM?’

‘I’ve done research and it’s not part of Logan’s
brief to “beat me.”’ I laughed.

‘What do you even know about this guy, hun?’

‘I told you, I’ve done lots of research and he
comes highly recommended.’

‘I’ll bet he “comes” high,’ she laughed.

‘I promise I’ll be fine, Jayne. I’ll text you in
the morning to let you know that I’m ok.’

‘I just don’t see why you’re doing this. I mean
you could have your pick of guys looking like that and then there’s Lucas.’

‘What about Lucas?’ I frowned.

‘Please, like you don’t know he has the hots for
you and that boy is mighty fine.’

‘We’re just friends, we’re not a couple,’ I
reminded her.

‘You could be a couple and then you could get him
to do these kinky things to you, without paying a fee.’

‘Jayne it’s a fantasy. Fantasies need to be
perfect, meticulously planned and carried out with every single detail having
been thought out. That’s what Logan Steele does. Have you heard any rumours of
this guy letting down any client sexually?’

‘Well no, but …’

‘No buts,’ I interrupted. ‘You’ve heard nothing
because he’s the best. If I’m going to do this, I want the best.’

‘Do you think he does pony play?’

‘Seriously?’ I burst out laughing and heard her
laugh too.

‘Hey, you want to be abused, I love the idea of
being ridden, by a stallion.’

‘Well Logan wouldn’t let you down on the stallion
side, from what I hear.’

‘Ride me, baby, giddy up,’ she giggled.

‘So, what other kinky fantasies do you have?’ I
teased. Jayne was a self-confessed gentle and tender romance addict. She
wouldn’t book any kind of fantasy, let alone pony play. I had a more
inquisitive mind, despite not having as much experience as her, but animals
definitely didn’t feature, other than the man being animalistic in his desire
at times.

‘I’d love to be the
Little Mermaid,
seduced
by the fisherman who caught me,’ she giggled, teasing me. ‘Or maybe a Kermit
and Miss Piggy fantasy.’

‘Stop,’ I laughed, tears threatening to ruin my
beautifully made up eyes. ‘Kermit? The last thing you want to see in a fantasy
is a green cock.’

‘But imagine that tongue! Kermit would have a
seriously long tongue.’

‘You’re making me want to rethink my boring
dominant for the night fantasy,’ I teased and my ears pricked up at the sound
of my intercom. ‘Jayne, I’m sorry, it’s time, I need to go. I think the
driver’s down in reception.’

‘Just be careful, hun. Make sure you don’t let him
take it too far, don’t let yourself be hurt.’

‘I won’t, I promise. Thanks for caring. I’ll call
you tomorrow.’ I put the phone down and belted the coat, then sprayed a touch
of perfume behind each ear and on the inside of my wrists. The intercom buzzed
again and I took a deep breath. It was time.

‘Good evening, Miss Fullerton. My name’s David and
I’ll be your driver this evening,’ he nodded as he held the back door of the
black Mercedes open for me.

‘Good evening, David,’ I smiled, as I carefully
got into the car. I wondered how often he was Logan’s driver, if he knew where
he was taking me, or why? And if he did, was he judging me for booking a male
escort for the evening? I wondered how many clients Logan had seen, what number
I was on the list? Or how many of them had asked for a similar fantasy to mine,
to want to know how it felt to be dominated sexually, to let a man be in
complete control of their sexual pleasure for the night? I shuddered at the
thought of it. ‘Do you work for Mr. Steele often?’ I asked David.

‘No, not very often. His usual driver was busy
this evening, I only act as a backup now and again. I’ve not been booked for
the morning, is there a particular time you need me?’ he asked and I frowned.

‘I’m not sure, what’s the earliest you’d be able
to come?’

‘Anytime, I’m paid a daily rate and only clock on
when I leave home to collect someone. Here, take my card, give me roughly half
an hour’s notice and I’ll be there to pick you up.’

‘Great, thanks,’ I replied, as I took the card he
was holding over his shoulder off him and deposited it in my coat pocket.

David opened the car door for me and helped me
out. I gave him a nod and a smile to let him know that I was ok and watched as
he returned to sit in his car, the engine idling as I pressed the buzzer.
Presumably he was waiting until I was safely inside. My stomach was in knots
and my hands were trembling. I closed my eyes as I heard a deep sexy voice come
over the intercom system.

‘The door’s on the latch, Mandy. Walk in, close
and lock it behind you. Then I want you to walk to the lounge and stand in
front of me. You won’t say a word unless I ask you a question and you will
follow every command I give you. If you don’t agree to those rules then get
back in the car and go home. Now answer me, do you agree?’

‘I agree,’ I nodded, as I looked at the camera
above me.

‘Then enter.’

I turned and gave a nod to David, to say he could
go and lifted my hand to turn the door handle, walked inside, then closed and
locked it behind me, as instructed. After another deep breath and a wipe of my
damp palms on my coat, I strode confidently to the lounge area and stood in
front of him. There he was, Logan Steele himself. He was casually leaning back
in an armchair, looking so damn handsome, dressed in a black suit with a crisp
white shirt tucked in, undone at the neck, with a pair of silver cufflinks. His
grey eyes held such depth as they scanned me up and down and he nodded his
approval. His picture really didn’t do him justice. I felt my stomach flutter
and a delicious tingle in my nipples and between my thighs.