Jan Springer - The Pleasure Girl

Tonight’s supper, no doubt, would be a feast. She could almost taste the salty meat melting over her tongue, and it looked so fresh and healthy. Removing several precut slabs, she chopped them and placed them into the boiling water. Gosh, she felt like a queen tonight. A man had sexually satisfied her twice with the promise of more to come, plus he had provided decent meat for supper.

The scrape of the chair indicated he was sitting down at the kitchen table, and she could feel his scorching gaze watching her as she rewrapped the rest of the meat. She’d place it in the fruit cellar later.

“Did you count the money? Make sure it was all there?” he asked in a teasing tone, obviously noting his money had disappeared.

“Is there a reason why I can’t trust you?” she asked as she shook some store-bought pepper and herbs from her greenhouse into the soup.

With the bacon, she probably didn’t need any salt. Besides, salt cost just as much as meat. She’d taste the soup a bit later when the meat was thoroughly boiled and add some if needed.

“You never did give me an answer regarding bondage.”

“I didn’t?” she answered a bit too quickly and a bit too breathlessly. The question had caught her off guard, and she felt flustered.

“No, you didn’t,” he said firmly.

No, she guessed she hadn’t. That he would bring up the subject again and not force bondage on her said something about this guy, didn’t it?

“And if I said only with you?” God, had she said that out loud?

“Then I’d say just with me.”

She nodded, not knowing if she was acknowledging what he said or if she was agreeing to it. Her cheeks grew quite toasty. It had to be from the steam wafting out of the soup, right?

“Exactly what would you do?” She had to be crazy asking him that question, but the curiosity of what he would do to her burned through her.

“Why don’t you look at me when you ask me that question, Teyla?” His voice had dropped to a quiet tone. Quiet, yet oh-so-bold. Gosh, why did he have to be so bold?

“I need to cut up some more bacon and get the table set. And so many other things…”

The squeak of his chair had her tensing and blushing furiously. When his hands slid around her waist like two sizzling brands and his hard body pressed against her backside, that big knot of his arousal pushing against the crack of her ass, Teyla’s breath caught. He ground into her gently, his pressure whipping an excited frenzy through her, making her cream. He nuzzled his face against the juncture of her neck and shoulder, and the raspy feel of his unshaven whiskers brushing against her delicate skin sent delightful shivers racing up and down her back.

“What would you like me to do to you, Teyla? Would you like me to bind your breasts? Tie them up until your flesh is so swollen and plump and I’m sucking your nipples so hard you’ll be coming from those sensations alone?”

Teyla swallowed at the sudden dryness in her mouth. Could a woman come, just like that? With him, probably, she acknowledged.

“Or maybe you’d prefer it if you were lying naked, bent forward over the arm of the living room couch? Your arms bound behind your back. Your legs spread-eagle and tied apart. Your ass and pussy bare and vulnerable while three of us take turns with you. Our cocks thrusting and plunging into your pussy or ass over and over until you’re screaming and begging for release. How’s that sound, baby?”

Teyla cleared her throat and tried really hard to stay focused and not allow his soft voice to lure her into his world of bondage.

“Or would you rather have the three of us surprise you with something dark and naughty?”

He was still grinding his erection against her ass, and now he was kissing her earlobe and sucking on it much in the same manner as he’d done with her nipples earlier in bed. Sucking and drawing on her flesh with confident, erotic pulls that had her pussy pulsing and the area between her thighs soaking wet.

“I think I’d like the surprise,” she whispered, loving the sexy way he made her feel and the scorching way he rubbed up against her.

He tensed ever so slightly, obviously surprised at her sudden submissive agreement.

“I think you’ll be pleasurably surprised,” he replied, nuzzling her neck some more. “Keep going. I’ll just stay here and watch you work on supper.”

Have mercy. With him touching her like this she could barely concentrate as she cut some more pieces of bacon. And he

“Um, could you pass me that frying pan?” she asked hesitantly, not wanting to break the erotic contact by getting out of his arms.

Holding her against him, he pulled the pan from the counter and tugged it over onto one of the burners. She turned on the burner and placed the bacon into the frying pan.

“I’m going to whip up some hash browns and bacon. I’m sorry if that’s not enough, but it’s all I’ve got until the soup is ready.”

“Maybe you got all I need.” He nuzzled his hot, moist mouth against the juncture of her shoulder blade and neck, making curious tingles flare through her. Oh, she liked this feeling. Having a man snuggling against her, having his strong, hard body envelop her, making her feel safe.

“I’m afraid water is all I have to drink for us,” she whispered, trying hard not to get too distracted with his cuddling.

Running some water in the sink, she quickly washed her hands. Reaching for her cutting board nearby, she brought it closer to her so she could cube some potatoes.

“The whiskey I brought into your bedroom will do.”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t get drunk.” That was one thing she was adamant about. Another pleasure worker she knew had made the poor choice of allowing her clients to drink. At one point, she’d been servicing several men at the same time, and they’d gotten too drunk. Things got out of hand and the worker had been viciously beaten and raped repeatedly over a span of several days. And now the woman didn’t go near men. Teyla didn’t want something so horrific happening to her.

“I like a little whiskey with my woman, but I promise I won’t get drunk.” He slid his hands off her waist and found the sash on her robe. Untying it, he slid the sash out of the loops. Uneasiness snapped into her. Was he going to strangle her with it?

For one horrible moment, she realized exactly how vulnerable her line of work made her. She entertaining men who could kill her by simply snapping her neck. To her surprise, he brought the sash down in front of her open robe. Looping the belt beneath her bared breasts, he then brought both ends up behind her neck, the sash lifting her breasts, making her very aware of them as he tied the sash behind her neck.

“How does it feel?”

It felt amazing, actually. This new position made her breasts stick out more and made them feel tighter.

“Umm… different,” she confessed.

She couldn’t help but gasp as he cupped her breasts, his hands holding her flesh while his thumbs erotically brushed across the tips of her nipples.

“Umm…I…can’t cook with you doing this,” she admitted. The knife loosened in her palm.

“Don’t worry; you’re cooking up a storm.”

He nuzzled his face between the strands of her hair and kissed the back of her neck. She lost all concentration and dropped the paring knife.

“Just ignore me,” he whispered, his warm breath sending red-hot tingles shooting through her.

“Kind of hard,” she mumbled, but managed to grab the paring knife again and struggled to finish cubing the potatoes.

“Your breasts feel truly amazing,” he breathed as continued to cup them while she stirred the bacon and tried hard not to submit to the molten desires he invoked with his caresses.