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least he was a good kisser. I could tell he’d brushed for me, or had a mint. I was pinned against the door by his big, and yes, tall body. I wanted to see him so badly. If I just yanked off the blindfold...
    Ohh, damn. He’d found my clit.
    I danced a little and pulled at my wrists where he held them. He stopped fondling me and gave a mocking laugh. “It’s good to see you again. I didn’t know if you’d agree to a second date.”
    I sagged against the door, hating how easily he worked me up. “I needed the money,” I said.
    He laughed louder this time, and his laugh sounded as cool and mean as my words. “You aren’t here for the money. Not this time. You’re here because you want me, you lying piece of shit. Don’t be precious.”
    “Don’t call me a piece of shit,” I snapped back.
    He pushed my dress higher and tugged it over my head, being careful not to dislodge the mask. As soon as I lowered my arms, my wrists were gathered behind my back. “No, not the—” I protested.
    Zip ties. Grr.
    “I don’t trust you any farther than I can throw you,” he said. “You get the zip ties for now.”
    “You’re a freak. It doesn’t have to be this way. I can do so many wonderful things with my hands.” I drew out the word
sooo
to hint at endless, sensual possibilities.
    His only response was another laugh. “I think your hands are wonderful bound behind your back. I’m the consumer in this relationship, and you’re the product, and if I want to zip tie your ankles to your neck for the next four hours, I goddamn will.”
    Ugh, not a nice picture. “You only hired me for
two
hours,” I said. “And I don’t think that sounds very safe.”
    “I think it’s time we shut you up. Get on your knees, Chere.”
    I felt extra naked as I obeyed, since my vision was obscured. I had no idea what the room looked like or if anyone besides W was there. What if he was taping this? What if he was streaming it live to five million people? Maybe he was some porn kingpin. He certainly had money. The Viceroy wasn’t cheap, and my services weren’t cheap, and even the plain, casual dress he’d bought me wasn’t cheap.
    I heard him shed his clothes, heard the rip of a condom wrapper. I tried to call on Miss Kitty’s glamour and equanimity as he shoved gracelessly into my mouth. His fingers molded around my scalp, not grasping, just holding me where he wanted me. It was so hard to give a civilized blowjob without your hands. I tried to control the depth of his thrusting. I moved my head and hummed against his length. I tried to make it classy.
    He wasn’t having classy.
    “Don’t try to be cute,” he said. “I don’t want your pretty whore tricks. I want to use you. I want your body to be mine. Do you understand?”
    His fingers moved against my hair, my cheeks, my ears, manipulating me for his own pleasure. How could I not understand? My hands were bound behind my back and I couldn’t see anything. His cock was my entire world, his smell and the smell of the fruity condom. It didn’t belong, that happy, fruity condom smell. I wished it was just his smell. I wished there wasn’t a rule about condoms.
    I wished I wasn’t having these thoughts, because holy hell. Bareback was dangerous. Bareback meant you were worthless, and Miss Kitty wasn’t worthless.
    I took him deeper, focusing on the blowjob, focusing on
my
job, which I’d worked damn hard at over the years. He was just a client, and I had to serve him for two hours. I couldn’t let crazy thoughts start freaking me out. I took him deep in my throat until I gagged. I tried to be “his,” which meant accepting his hard thrusts and letting the drool leak out of the corners of my mouth. I didn’t use “whore tricks,” and I was finally rewarded with his guttural bark and deep, thrusting sigh.
    Did I dare hope that was it? That his frenzied nut in my mouth would be enough to satisfy him for this session? He took his time drawing away from me. “Stay