by Daemon Rider

Disclaimers: See Part 1.

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I caught her hand and rushed her into the hotel. Christ, what that kiss had done to me! I'd been horny anyway when I'd first looked up and clapped eyes on her. After spending all evening with her that had gone up by tenfold. Now I had a fire burning that I wasn't sure one weekend would be enough to put out.

We pushed through the doors and just as we passed the check in desk the young clerk popped a head out, "Oh, Ms. Jackson. I have a mes..."

I didn't let him finish. "Later." I didn't slow down, much less stop.

"But...."

"I said later."

"Ihaveaveryimportantmessageabouttheyoungladyyourcompanion."

"I said LATER". He got the point.

We continued to the lift. As soon as the doors closed I pulled Carolyn into my arms again. Six minutes had been too long to leave them empty. We were still kissing when the doors opened on my floor. I don't think we'd taken a breath the whole way up. We practically fell out of the lift into the foyer of the suite. Neither of us seemed to want to stop. Jesus she was a good kisser. If she was as good at her job as she was at kissing I was in for one hell of a night. Then the brief, but unwelcome thought passed through my mind, 'what if this is all just part of the job and she doesn't really want to do this.'

Should it matter? I don't know, all I knew was it did matter to me. I wanted her to have a good time too; I didn't want her to be doing something she didn't want with me just because it was her job. Her next moves put my fears totally to rest. My fifteen-hundred-quid leather coat, which had still been draped across her shoulders, hit the floor in a heap. Then she lost patience with the three-hundred-quid hand-made silk shirt that I was wearing, for the first time I might add. She growled as she grabbed both sides of the open collar and pulled. I'd read about it being done but never actually believed it was possible. Buttons flew in all directions as the sound of expensive silk ripping filled the room.

Oh well. Easy come, easy go. I couldn't give a monkey's about the shirt. I wanted her and it seemed she wanted me. That thought inspired something else that I'd read about and considered daft. I picked her up in my arms and carried her towards the bedroom, walking with her lips locked to mine the entire time.

When I reached the bed I lowered her gently, until she was standing beside it. Still kissing her, I reached for the zipper on her dress. She pulled away and stopped me. "No," she said. "Watch." And she pushed me slightly to get me to sit on the bed. I did so, leaning against the headboard. She stepped back and, turning her back to me, she slowly pulled the zipper down, before sliding the dress off. The only sound in the room was the whisper of silk on silk as it slipped across her underwear. That and the sudden hitch in my breathing. Oh God, she was wearing stockings. My pulse must have passed the 200 mark. She stepped out of the dress and bent to pick it up. Her underwear tightened across her rear and I felt my fingers twitch with the desire to cup those firm buttocks in my hands and draw her onto my lap. I didn't move. She turned to face me and continued the slow striptease. I'd never seen anything so god-damned sexy in my life.

Carolyn

"Watch," I said. And I stripped very slowly, thinking as I did that at least I knew I was good at my job. And then it happened, for the first time ever in my career as a whore it mattered to me. Previous clients had claimed they found paradise in my arms and as long as the place I took them was pleasant I didn't really mind if it was heaven or Hyde Park. It hadn't really concerned me that it wasn't particularly me that they wanted, that what they wanted was a nice body with a reasonably attractive face and a certain amount of skill. Suddenly it was different; this time I wanted it to be me and not just any woman that she needed. I wanted to be wanted, desired, for myself.

I turned to her as I let my bra fall, and I knew by the look of hunger on her face, and something else in her eyes that I was quite unable to name, that she wanted me, no-one else, just me. I slipped my underwear down stepping out as I walked, no, stalked towards her. She swallowed twice and reached for me again. "Oh no my dear, not yet, you are wearing far too many clothes to be permitted to touch me." I practically purred the words.

She grinned in a way I can only describe as feral and rose fluidly from the bed circumnavigating me as I stood there. She didn't touch me but as she passed behind me she gently blew across the back of my neck. Goose bumps rose across my entire back. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, I could only whisper her name. I was amazed by how easily she had wrested control of this encounter from me. I suppose I shouldn't have been; her business life was about control. And then I was completely dumfounded as she handed the power back to me.

She came to a halt in front of me, slipping her shirt from her shoulders and allowing it to drop to the floor. Then she began opening the buttons of her trousers, one by one, excruciatingly slowly. Finally she stood naked before me. She was magnificent. I spoke just one word....

"Kneel."

She knelt.

To be Continued

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