I’d thought I’d seen everything thrown my way, and every single time to this point, I’d always said no. I frankly had no reason to believe that this time would be any fucking different. As attractive as Emily Lorne was—and damn right, she was certainly fucking hot—my answer should be a solid no.
And yet…
I don’t know how the fuck Emily Lorne had pulled it off, but she had managed to completely catch me off guard. It was a feeling I didn’t experience very often, if at all. And then a second feeling that I didn’t get very often also entered my mind—uncertainty.
On the one hand, she was hot as fuck. For a woman in her late thirties, she looked about a decade younger. She had a marvelous tan that accentuated her curves, and her long blonde hair had me all riled up. A part of me wanted her to just shut the fuck up about a potential deal so I could drag her to the nearest hotel room, slam her against the wall, rip her clothes off, and just fuck her until sunrise. She’d have her pussy throbbing all over my cock, humming to the tune of an orgasm unlike she’d ever had in her life.
And that would have been the gentle version of what I could do. I’d heard people say before I was a DOM’s dom, and let’s just say that I wasn’t ashamed to have that description given to me. If anything, I was honored, though it wasn’t something that I bragged about or wore with pride on my chest. The only reason I didn’t let myself get so carried away as to lose sight of what I would do to Emily was that I wasn’t going to do anything against her will, obviously.
But I had a feeling from the way she was reacting to my presence, let alone to my words or actions, that there wasn’t likely to be any boundaries that I would have to avoid crossing.
And so, yeah, there was definitely a part of me that wanted to just pretend the words “five million dollars” had never come out of those perfect lips, to take her, fuck her brains out, both agree on a great one night stand, and have that as my gift to her for saving her life…or something like that.
But god-fucking-damn.
The other hand was one that had a serious weight on it, and that was that she wanted my fucking cum to make a baby I would never see or know. I couldn’t fuck her without that thought in the back of my mind. Even if I wrapped it up in a condom…it wouldn’t work.
And, well, the thought of having a child…the thought of having that which I had always…
No, I didn’t need to go there right now. I could not go there right now.
The bottom line was, there was nothing that could kill my arousal faster than the realization that what I wanted—a chance to act out my dom side—was very different than what she wanted—a chance for her to extract as much cum out of me as possible so I could give her a child.
I needed to fucking get a bodyguard for my cock. Jesus Christ. What had my DOM life come to that now I was the one needing “protection” from the clients instead of the other way around?
“Yeah, pretty much,” she said. “I mean, there’s more to it than that, obviously. It’s…”
“It’s better the old-fashioned way,” I said, preferring to get right to the point. “Just us together naked.”
But strangely, unlike before, this particular line didn’t seem to get Emily riled up. It didn’t dissuade her by any means, but there was a clear awkwardness that we both had to admit to.
“But it’s strange to say it like this out loud, huh?”
“You could say that again,” Emily said with a relieved laugh.
Just as I thought.
“Tell you what,” I said, taking caution to choose each word carefully. “I’ll sit on it and think some. You are correct that I’ve never been hired for a job like this. If you can even call it a job. So I’m not committing to anything, but I’m also not saying no.”
“But you’re not saying yes right now?”
What a bizarre, strange, confusing conversation this was. I couldn’t even pinpoint Emily’s level of excitement anymore, and aside from being a dom, that was my greatest strength. “Never before” was a phrase that was too often misused, but in this case, it was absolutely true.
Also, she was good. She was clearly an experienced businesswoman. Not many clients could negotiate like she could.
“No, I am not.”
I took a sip of my drink. Emily nodded and bowed her head. Perhaps she was finally getting the hint. I prepared to finish my drink and tell her that I would talk to her some other time.
“But don’t think I’m saying yes right now.”
Emily looked up at me with a glimmer in her eye, as if something had just come to her. I tried not to show any regret, but I’d violated one of my internal rules to not say any more than I had to. I felt like I’d given her an in to try and persuade me more.
“I hear you are quite the car buff?”
Well, yes, but can’t see how this would lead to anything else.
I nodded, but I took this as a cue to wind down the night. Emily probably wanted to change the topic so the evening wouldn’t end on a terribly awkward note. I decided to play along, if for
