Chapter Six: Although the devil wears silk ...

I hear the door click as it closes.

Never in my life had my heart beat so fast.

Devils! It's like being a fucking virgin again.

Not even in my years of unintentional celibacy was I so expectant.

My palms suddenly turned cold and my breathing disappeared for a few seconds.

What's happening to me?

“Take off your dress. He looks me in the eye.

Although it is an order and I am used to being given them in the room and I following them, I don't know why I stare at him without doing anything.

He has to assume that I am prepared to comply with what he says, but I can't even move.

I cannot classify myself as shy, as I have done things that people in their forties cannot imagine doing, from sex tied up and with toys to shit with threesomes and orgies.

I am not a saint nor am I interested in being one.

The sins that I have committed have led me to be who I am regardless of who I lost along the way and the opportunities that I did not see.

Dressed in a lon-sleeved shirt and thin black cloth pants, he looks even more dangerous than he could possibly be. I have had many men in my life, they have even proposed acts that I have not been able to carry out and I have left disgusted, but he ... intimidates me in a way that I cannot understand.

I come from an unglamorous neighborhood in southern New York. I did not always have food or water to bathe. I tried to provide everything for Joshua, precariously or not, but I tried. Our mother died from several stab wounds caused by a pimp in a heated argument. I was just twelve years old and Joshua was little more than a newborn baby. I ran out with my brother in my arms and never went back to that place. I promised not to and I have kept it to the letter.

The voice of the devil pulls me out of my memories of survival.

"Let's set the record straight between you and me." He begins to unbutton his shirt. Like a concrete block, I stare at him without blinking. I speak, you comply.

"I'm not good with orders," I lie. I keep an eye on her flat abdomen and broad bare back.

More liar than Pinocchio with two meters of nose.

"Wrong answer." Your criteria and ideals are not my problem. Considering that you will benefit the most of the two, the least you should do is suck me to life right now.

A laugh comes from my lips. This guy is a tie case.

"How good do you think you are?" Note that making a woman reach orgasm is not easy. "I take off my dress, tie my hair into a ponytail, and wear lace panties and a black bra."

"Do you doubt my abilities?" He grabs my wallet and takes out his cigarette pack, takes one and lights it up right away. I'm about to protest, but he stops me. I'll tell you what I think. I sit on the bed like a student waiting for a lecture. It has already been shown that you are wet just by talking to you. Imagine what else my tongue is capable of.

"Does your arrogance have a name?" I ask lightly.

The cold in the room does not bother me, it does not affect me despite being almost naked. However, his tranquility, that certainty that I will fall, because I am sure that I will fall into his game, have taken a toll on my nervous system.

"I'd rather ignore it for the moment." I don't think a prostitute shouldn't worry about that kind of trifle either.

"They stop being simple when you kidnap someone," I assure him.

"You can leave at any time." He walks over to me and runs a finger down the cuff of my bra. The point here is that you don't want to leave, you want to try and understand how so many men you've been with, none have provoked you as much as I have.

I really want to go, but the imp on my shoulder has convictions that are hard to break. The truth is that I would like to try everything with this man. I see it, sincerely. That is my sad reality. I want to see it and taste it all.

He's right, I can't hide it. I need you to understand that I don't mind leaving, but that I am the one who decides to stay. I have always been loving to control the actions around me. Even if they are not completely dependent on me, I try to make things happen through the course that I plan.

“You are right. Now you can save the speech. You don't want me to know who you are… It's okay.

Carefree, I approach him.

My heels click on the floor. Every step I take is a constant acceptance. I want this. I need it. He watches me and lets me be. I start to run one of my fingernails delicately painted pastel pink across his bare chest. Together we have a peculiar contrast. Our breaths at the same rate and without speaking another half word. I lift my eyes. He puts his hands on my hips and presses me against his body. He is tall, powerful, strong and confident, an unhealthy combination for someone who is used to being in absolute control, like me.

His lips land on mine and one of his hands grabs my ponytail. I feel him wrap his fingers around her. He pulls me to intensify the moment. His kiss is not warm, it is not romantic, it is carnal. My belly throbs. It's just what my heart imagined. I bite his lower lip and show him that I can eat him with my mouth and make him burn in his memory forever. Our tongues dance to the beat of a music that is only in the mutual desire that we feel.

I don't usually kiss the guys I hang out with for a few hours, it's not my thing and I don't feel comfortable doing it, but with my devil it's easy. I realize that.

It's easy for me to surrender to the stranger in the hotel bedroom.

He separates from me and guides us to the bathroom, there he finishes undressing and takes off his loafers. At the same time, he tells me to do the same with my underwear. I don't expect him to tell me twice and I undress calmly. I move my hips more than necessary and look him in the eye. Follow my every move. That makes me even more desirous.

"Let's go in." "We get into the shower."

It is placed behind my back.

I open the key. The expectation can and my hands are shaking. I try not to see it. You can't realize how attracted I am. Not only her almond”shaped eyes or her seductive mouth, the one that at this moment touches my neck leaving a path of kisses, attracted by how she understands what I need without me saying a word.

"Put your hands on the wall," he whispers.

It is an order that I assume immediately.

He spreads his legs with his and his hands squeeze my hips.

"Don't see me, feel it."

Sure I do.

I'm sorry for my whole being.

His erection against my back is a reminder of how much he likes me. And that makes you enjoy your caresses more.

His hands caress my entire body as the water falls on us. I get carried away. The steam begins to mist the glass of the bathtub door, then I see us.

He, with his wet dark brown hair, kissing my back and neck, tightening my waist, lowers one of his hands to my crotch and begins to massage my clitoris. I feel like dying.

“Do not say anything.

I also have no desire to speak.

Words are not always necessary to express what we feel.

I moan with pleasure at every touch. This man is a sin.

The speed of your touch becomes more precise, intense and hard. My hips move to his beat. I try to find his sex, but he stops me. My ponytail has fallen down and my dark hair covers a large part of my body. It sticks to my skin from the water. I have never had an experience so intense and simple at the same time.

I can't even coordinate the ideas as I feel him turn, hit me on the tile and kiss me hard. I masturbate at the same time. Your fingers know what to do with me. I can not anymore. I can't resist and I let myself go, ecstatic. The orgasm overwhelms me. I tremble from head to toe. It separates from me; I open my eyes, amazed by what happened, and I contemplate it. I know I must be red from the kisses and the most sensational orgasm I have ever had in my life.

"That's it, precious." He walks away from me. Well done.

I breathe heavily and blink. The water runs all over my skin.

I notice his erection. I want to get closer.

He realizes my intentions, withdraws and steps out of the bathtub.

“What ...? What are you doing? I turn off the tap and take the towel.

Mi devilI know dries off slippery drops.

“I told you. "He puts on his clothes."

I do not understand anything. What the hell is wrong with him? Why do you dress?

“I do not understand. I furrow my brow, my frown is pronounced.

He confuses me.

"I just wanted to please you." I needed you. I already got what I wanted. "Buttons his shirt." I still stand watching him put on his shoes and strap on. You gave me just what I needed. Thanks.

“But...

He walks to the door.

I take long strides to reach it. I'm starting to feel cold. The pleasure she had felt up to that point fades and disappointment takes its place. My racing heart tells me that he is not lying.

"You said you needed me." "I sound like a stranger." I'm not the one to beg, but I don't want him to go away, not so fast, not now, so I use my last move. You said you were going to pay triple what I charge to be with me.

"The money is on the bed," he answers seriously. I never play. We are in a deal ... and I always comply.

With that said, he leaves the room.

I hear the door closing again in less than three hours.

And he didn't tell me his name.