Some Girls Do (18 page)

‘Don’t,’ he whispered, removing her hand and nudging her to lie down.

‘What should I—’

‘Just relax,’ he murmured, his hands stroking leisurely up her thighs, his eyes dark as he fixed his gaze on her face. ‘Let’s just concentrate on you for now.’ Claire gasped as one hand moved between her legs and she felt his finger stroke along her heated flesh.

‘Mm,’ he groaned softly, ‘you’re so wet.’ He bent his head to nuzzle the soft skin of her inner thighs.

His fingers stroking her were heaven, but as his mouth blazed a trail along her thigh and she realised what he intended to do, she shot upright.

‘No!’ she yelped, grabbing his head and yanking it up.

‘What’s wrong?’ He frowned. ‘Don’t you like it?’

‘Um … yes, I’m sure I would – but you don’t have to do that.’ Surely she wasn’t paying him enough for that! ‘I’m sure it’s not very nice – I mean you wouldn’t want to …’

‘You’re wrong,’ he said. ‘I do want to do this.’ He caught her eye and then, when he was sure she was watching, very slowly and purposefully bent his head to give her a long lick. ‘And it’s
very
nice,’ he said, grinning up at her.

She looked at him uncertainly.

‘Relax, please,’ he said, stroking her shoulders and easing her back onto the bed. ‘I love doing this, honestly.’

Oh, well, to each his own, she thought, lying back and trying to relax as he bent her legs up so her feet were flat on the bed. He grabbed a pillow from beside her. ‘Lift up for me,’ he murmured.

‘What? Why?’

‘I want to put this under you, so I can get at you better.’

‘Oh.’ She lifted her hips, wondering why she found the idea of being ‘got at’ so hot.

He slid the pillow under her bum and settled himself between her legs. ‘God, I love my new job,’ he said, as he spread her open with his fingers and bent his head to her soft, aching flesh.

She was never going to be able to relax like this, Claire thought. She felt too exposed, too self-conscious. How could she possibly forget herself when—

Oh, sweet Jesus!
All coherent thought vanished and she was lost in the magic of his mouth and fingers as he sucked, licked and stroked her with an enthusiasm and relentlessness that was almost too much to bear.

‘Let go! Let go!’ he panted urgently, some time later.

‘I am,’ she whimpered, her head thrashing reflexively on the pillow. How could he think she was holding back? She was just a mindless ball of nerve endings and want.

‘My hair!’ he gasped. ‘Let go my hair!’

‘Oh shit! Sorry.’ She released her death grip, fisting the sheets in her hands instead as he nibbled her clit, her body bowing off the bed as her orgasm took hold and she came with a helpless moan. He continued to stroke and suck mercilessly, making her come again and again, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her, each one more intense than the last. At last he let up, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight as her body trembled in the aftermath of orgasm. When she shivered, he released her to pull the duvet over them both, then took her into his arms again. When she finally stilled, he drew back and stared down at her, stroking damp tendrils of hair away from her face. He smiled at her, looking very pleased with himself – as well he might.

‘So,’ he said, with a smirk, ‘do you need me to talk you through what happened there?’

‘No.’ She smiled. ‘I think that was all pretty clear.’

‘Good. There’ll be a test later.’

‘Written?’

He shook his head. ‘Oral.’ He grinned, and she giggled.

She smiled into his chest. She reckoned that was a test she could ace. All she had to do was lie there while he did amazing things to her. She felt boneless in his arms as he stroked her hair.

‘Well, that was a first.’ She sighed, nuzzling into his chest. ‘Luca?’

‘Mm?’

‘It’s much better with someone else in the room.’

Claire couldn’t remember when she’d felt so complete, so sated and content. But as she came back down to earth and reality took hold, she started to wonder what happened now. She began to feel awkward. They hadn’t discussed time, but presumably
she wasn’t supposed to stay the night. He was already giving her far more time than she was paying for. She wished she could fall asleep in his arms, but she didn’t know how long it was okay for her to stay now that the ‘lesson’ was over. Maybe they should have arranged an alarm or something so she would know when her time was up.

Luca didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move either. But as he pulled her close again, she was startled to feel the hardness of his erection against her. Her eyes flew up to his. ‘Oh, but you haven’t – I mean, should I …’ She was such an idiot. She’d been so caught up in her own pleasure, she’d completely forgotten about him. And he hadn’t so much as unbuttoned his shirt the whole time. Shit! She began to reach for his zipper, but once again he grabbed her hand, holding it away.

‘No, you don’t have to do anything. I told you this time was all about you, remember?’

‘But I didn’t do anything,’ she said, feeling mortified. ‘I just lay there.’

‘Stop it,’ he said sternly. ‘First of all, you didn’t just lie there. And, anyway, there’s more to this than just learning techniques. You need to learn about your own body, your own sexuality – find out what excites you, what gets you off. How can you expect to have good sex if you don’t even know what you want? I think we’ve found one thing you like,’ he said, grinning down at her.

‘Yeah, it was okay.’ She shrugged.

He laughed. ‘Anyway, you’re paying me,’ he continued. ‘You don’t have to reciprocate every time as well. You’re upholding your end of the bargain and I’m upholding mine.’

‘Okay. But I don’t mind – just because I’m paying you it doesn’t mean it can’t be fun for you as well.’

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than she realised what an idiotic thing that was to say. There was probably no way this was going to be fun for him. He was just doing a job: the sooner it was over and she was out of here, the happier he’d be. She bit her lip, cringing with embarrassment and wishing
she could take the words back. It was obvious he didn’t find her remotely desirable. He didn’t even want her to touch his dick.

‘Well,’ she said abruptly, pushing away from him and sitting up. ‘I’d better go.’ She made an effort to sound bright and nonchalant, turning away and pretending to look around for her clothes while she blinked tears from her eyes. She was being ridiculous. This wasn’t a rejection. They had a business arrangement, not a real relationship. She had to remember that.

‘There’s no rush,’ he said. She felt him sit up beside her, but she didn’t turn around. ‘Is there?’

‘Um, I have to … I’m meeting someone,’ she said, her eyes raking the floor for her clothes. Her heart sank as she realised they were all on his side of the room. Damn! She pulled the duvet around herself, suddenly feeling very naked. ‘And I’m sure you have things to do too.’

‘No, not really.’ He yawned. ‘You’re welcome to stay as long as you like.’

‘Oh.’ She wished she’d known that earlier. She could have lain in his arms for longer, but it would seem silly now to get back into bed – besides, she’d already said she had somewhere else to be.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked, and she felt his warm hand on her shoulder.

‘Yes, I’m fine,’ she said, half turning to him and giving him a shaky smile. ‘Could you, um … give me my bra and … stuff.’

‘Sure.’ The bed sagged as he got up and she heard him moving around the room. The next thing she knew he was standing in front of her and she was eyeballing his crotch. ‘Here you go,’ he said, holding out her clothes to her.

‘Thanks,’ she mumbled, grabbing them from his hand, still not looking up. God, this was mortifying. Why had she ever thought it would work? She didn’t even know how to get out of bed and get dressed – it was hopeless! She stared at the clothes in her hand, still holding the duvet to her as she pondered how to handle this. Maybe she could shimmy them on under the
bedclothes? Or make a quick dart for the bathroom? She really hadn’t thought this through at all.

‘You sure you’re okay?’ Luca asked, hunching down in front of her so he could look up into her face. ‘Do you want to take a shower or anything?’

‘No, I’ll … I’ll have one at home.’

He grabbed the duvet where she held it against her chest. ‘You do realise I’ve seen you naked already?’ he said with a smile.

‘Yes, I know. I just—’

‘You have nothing to be embarrassed about,’ he said, one finger gently stroking her cheek. ‘You have a gorgeous body.’

‘Thanks,’ she said flatly. The empty compliment made her feel even more foolish.

‘I mean it,’ he said sternly, as if he had read her thoughts. ‘Maybe one day you’ll let me paint you and you can see yourself as I see you.’

‘Look, you don’t have to say things like that to me just because I’m paying you,’ she said, irked that he thought she needed his cheesy lines. God, he must find her so pathetic! ‘Your job is to have sex with me, not to romance me.’

He sighed exasperatedly, releasing the duvet and standing up. He stepped away from her and leaned back against the wall, his arms folded. ‘My job, as I understand it, is to turn you into a sex goddess.’ She looked up at him, startled by his anger. ‘But you’re never going to be a sensual, sexy woman if you don’t
feel
it, if you don’t believe in yourself as a desirable person. Do you think this is sexy,’ he said, waving at her, ‘cowering there like a wounded dog, trying to figure out how to get dressed under the bedclothes?’

Her eyes widened.

‘Yes, I know what you were thinking. Do you think the girl who writes your blog would be shrinking under the duvet like a fucking outraged Victorian virgin?’

She flinched at the harshness of his words. ‘N–no.’ She was horrified to find tears welling up in her eyes. ‘I know I’m not sexy, but that’s why I need you to—’

‘But you
are
!’ He groaned in frustration, pulling at his hair. ‘That’s what I keep trying to tell you. But I need you to meet me halfway.’ He sighed heavily, leaning his head against the wall. ‘We need to rethink this whole thing.’

She gasped. Was he dumping her already? It was almost funny – she was so crap in bed, she couldn’t even get a guy to screw her for money. She couldn’t speak. It was taking all her concentration willing herself not to cry.

‘It’s not going to work if you’re just coming over here for lessons in techniques,’ Luca continued. ‘We need to have a more … holistic approach.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I can teach you how to give a blowjob or whatever, but that’s not going to turn you into the person you want to be. The technical stuff is only a tiny part of it. It’s mostly about turning you into a sexually confident woman, making you feel like the desirable person you really are. And to do that we’re going to have to ramp it up.’

‘So … how exactly do we do that?’ she asked, relieved that he didn’t appear to be quitting after all.

‘I think you should plan to stay over on nights when we have a lesson – at least some of the time. You can’t run off like a scalded cat the minute it’s over. Okay?’

‘Okay.’ She nodded.

‘I’ll let you off the hook for tonight, but next time, plan to be here for the night. Pack a bag. You can leave some stuff here, if you want. It’ll be more intensive too, so better value for money – more bang for your buck, as it were,’ he said with a lopsided smile. ‘We need to spend more time together before and after because it’s not all about the act itself. You have to own your sexuality. If you stay over, you can get used to undressing in front of me and being naked around me. We can shower together – maybe have sex in the shower …’

Her breath hitched at the thought of having sex with him in the shower.

‘Unless you’d like to start now?’ He raised an eyebrow and smiled crookedly at her.

‘Um …’ She was really tempted, but she didn’t want him to know she had been lying. ‘I really am meeting someone.’

‘Okay. But you’re on board with the plan?’

‘Yes. But … should I pay you more? I mean, if I’m going to be staying over …’

‘No. You’re already paying me more than enough for something I’d do for free anyway. I don’t want you to pay me more, but I want you to put more effort into it.’

God, she hadn’t had a ‘must try harder’ lecture since she was at school. (Actually, she’d never had a lecture like this at school – she’d always been a diligent pupil.)

‘I tried,’ she protested, waving in the general direction of his groin, ‘but you wouldn’t let me.’

‘I’m not talking about touching my dick or getting me off,’ he snapped. ‘I want you to try harder to have a bit of courage, to have more faith in yourself. Okay?’

‘Okay.’

‘Now, do you want me to give you some privacy while you get dressed?’ The look he gave her was a challenge.

She swallowed hard. ‘N-no.’ Taking a deep breath, she dropped the duvet and stood up. ‘I’ll get dressed in the bathroom,’ she said, standing before him naked and forcing herself to hold his gaze with a huge effort of will.

She was rewarded with a pleased smile – he looked almost proud of her. It made it easier for her that he didn’t drop his eyes from hers, and she was grateful.

‘You know where it is,’ he said, and she walked at a normal pace from the room. It wasn’t much, but at least she didn’t break into a run. It was a start.

Chapter Thirteen

Slavish Love

Mr Bossy is a dominant, and though I don’t think of myself as a submissive, I do have a strong desire to submit when I’m with him. There’s something about him that makes me want to obey; to serve and please him. I crave his praise. When he tells me I’m a ‘good girl’, the words alone are almost enough to make me come.

So yesterday we’re out in his car, tootling along in the fast lane, surrounded by other Sunday drivers, when he asks me to take off my knickers. Well, he doesn’t ask really – it’s more of an order than a request. So I do as I’m told, eager to please. I’m totally his bitch, and I don’t even care. I’m already excited as I wriggle them off under my skirt and toss them into the footwell.