You probably should read part one first… otherwise this bit might feel like stepping into the middle of a storm.
He already knew how badly I wanted to let go, and he just… wouldn’t. He looked straight into me, that pause like he was deciding something, then leaned back down. His mouth found the oddest places — my knee, the side of my leg — not where you’d expect, and yet it sent me somewhere unsteady. I moaned without meaning to. He caught it, smiled. Annoying. And thrilling.
Then came his hand. Barely brushing my foot, feather-light, like he was mocking me. I almost laughed, but the laugh got stuck and turned into another sound I couldn’t control. I’ve never been into that, if I’m honest. Feet aren’t really my thing. But the way he did it pulled me into this odd little Foot Fetish Fantasy I didn’t sign up for, and it rattled me more than I want to admit.
I’m meant to be in charge. That’s the point of what I do — control, structure, guiding everything. Yet there I was, forgetting the role, the room, even the time. Just him. Just the damn slow pace he kept, keeping me wound tight. Each time I tried to take the reins back, he laughed — not cruel exactly, but enjoying how far gone I was.
And then… finally. He gave in. Pressed close, all weight and heat and need. I broke, I know I did. Kissed him like it mattered, gasping, holding on too hard. The air between us felt almost dangerous, like it could ignite if we pushed any closer.
Afterwards, I clung. Couldn’t help it. He held me too, chest rising like he’d run a race, his laugh catching in the cracks of his breathing.
“Did you like it?” he asked, voice rough.
“Yes,” I managed. Soft, shaky. “Now I don’t know who should be paying who.”
He smirked at that. “Worth it. Every bit. But only if you see me again.”
“Blackmail?” I tried to tease, biting at my lip.
No smile this time. Just his face close, voice low enough to chill me. “You’ll see how bad I can be.”
That shiver—I still feel it thinking about it. I shouldn’t have favourites, not in this line of work. Yet I lay there already wanting the next time. Which probably says everything.
💋 If this chapter pulled you in, you might like The Escort Who Stayed for More Than Money, where desire also refuses to follow the rules.