Free Black Orchid by Roxanne Carr Page B

wondered why she didn't feel nervous. Paying for
his time made her feel strong, powerful. I wonder if this is why
some men use prostitutes? she thought. The person who's
paying is the person who calls the shots?
    Electric Blue glanced at her quizzically.
    'I'll just go take a shower.'
    'No!'
    She stopped him with one well manicured hand on his hot
bicep. He needed a shower, she realised, wrinkling her nose
slightly as the strong smell of drying male sweat assaulted her
nostrils.
    'I want you now. Like this.'
    She felt a thrill of power rush through her as he turned
obediently, without protest and unzipped his jeans. Glancing
quickly around the spartanly furnished, eight by ten foot,
windowless room, Maggie saw the couch by the back wall and
went over to sit down on it. He waited until she had settled
onto the hard, mean cushions and nodded slightly at him to
continue.
    He no longer looked glamorous, stripping off his clothes
under harsh electric light on a cold linoleum floor. His surroundings,
though, did nothing to diminish his beauty. Maggie felt
the moisture seeping through her dress as his enormous penis,
shackled as it was to his nipples, came into view. He was hard,
the state of his arousal belying his cool, sardonic air.
    'Untie your hair,' she whispered hoarsely.
    She watched as the magnificent black tresses cut a swathe
across his shoulders. She rose slowly to her feet and stood
before him.
    Undress me.'
    Maggie stood, absolutely still as he undid the buttons of
her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. He held her eyes
with his as he reached down and eased the waistband of her
skirt over her thighs, letting it pool in a gossamer heap around
her feet. Something in the depths of his vibrant blue eyes
told her that he only pretended to be submissive, that he
would only be so while it amused him. After which, he
wouldn't give a toss who was paying whom. She shivered.
    Expertly unclipping the hooks and eyes of the tight red
basque, he threw it away and watched as her breasts sprang
free. Glancing down at herself, Maggie saw that her small, dark
nipples had already swollen in anticipation of his touch. She
was naked now apart from her lacy top hold-ups and shoes,
her knickers having been removed by Judd some time
before.
    She toyed with the idea of keeping these on. But no, this
was for her benefit, not his and she wanted to be naked. Gently,
but insistently, she entwined her fingers in his nipple chain
and coaxed him downwards.
    'And the stockings,' she whispered.
    He sank obligingly to his knees and rolled them down slowly,
one by one. His warm breath played over her pubic mound,
fanning the throbbing ache which was growing there minute
by minute. Maggie looked down at his dark head, bent in a
kind of supplication before her and felt a thrill of power.
    Shifting her weight slightly, she brought her legs apart and
presented her gleaming valley to his proud face. She did not
need to tell him what she wanted. His long tongue snaked out
and ran delicately along the needy cleft, circling her erect clitoris
before plunging into the hot, wet cavern below.
    There was something deliciously lewd that his first kiss was
to this, most intimate of places. To not have shared a face to
face kiss, or even the most impersonal caress made this act
shocking to her, deliciously dangerous.
    Maggie arched her back and thrust her pelvis towards him,
resting her knees on his strong shoulders. Tangling her fingers
in his hair, she held his face closer to her, unable to stop
herself from grinding her clitoris against his thrusting tongue
as he flicked it back and forth agonisingly slowly, making the
sensations build, layer upon layer until the heat began to
suffuse her and she knew that, if she allowed it, her orgasm
would burst from her before she had time to catch her
breath.
    In the back of her mind, she wanted to call a halt, to remain
in control until the very last moment. With a tremendous act
of will, she sank down onto her knees so