The Escort Series (12 page)

Oh. My
.

There
was a whole row of clothes, from hanging dresses to skirts to jeans folded up
in drawers along with tee shirts and blouses. Bea could only stand staring for
a few minutes before, jerking into
action,
she
snatched one item to her, and then another. Everything was in her exact size.
Down to even the brand new lingerie she found in a drawer. Every single article
of clothing had a designer label and the price tags were staggering, down to
the very expensive thong lace panties.

And
the
shoes.
From
Louboutins to Jimmy Choos…Bea’s mouth was hanging open as she slid a foot into
a pair of high heels and found that they also fit her perfectly as well. What
in the world? She felt like a princess.

Had
they been so sure they’d meet her again? How could they have guessed she’d fall
straight into their web again? She shivered. And how on earth had they known
every detail about her measurements from head to foot? It would have gotten really
creepy if she didn’t remember spending the night with them at their suite. They
could easily have checked the labels on her clothes, underwear and shoes to
find her sizes. Probably at about the same time they were slipping that two
hundred thousand dollar check into her purse.

Still,
it was weird. She was beginning to think again about that bid of hers to
escape. They’d bought a whole mansion, kitted out a bedroom with a closet full
of kicks just for her – and they’d only met her once before yesterday. If
that didn’t warn her she was dealing with a pair of, if not psychos, then a
couple of control freaks who’d mapped out their strategy after the first night
she’d been with them.

Lighten
up, Bea, jeez, her inner voice told her as she picked out a nice looking
sundress.
 
The expensive evening
frock she’d worn yesterday was nowhere to be seen so she had no choice but to
pick something out from the truckload of clothes. Slipping on the sundress over
some new bra and panties, she sighed.

If
anything, Ryan and Jason could be said to be very exact. No doubt they’d been
setting out to get her immediately after that night they’d first shared a
threesome. Was this any indication of feelings on their part? They’d said so
many things that first time during dinner, when they’d been trying to talk her
into going back to their suite with them, that had kept her head reeling for
days afterwards. Telling her that once she walked in, they instantly knew she
was the one they were looking for, who drew them both in the same way.

They’d
told her they wanted to be hers, had offered themselves solely for her
pleasure. They’d told her they wanted to be “her men”. To be ready, adoring
males who’d happily give her every pleasure, for as long as she wanted.

Bea
remembered laughing in their faces then, scoffing at them for thinking they
were God’s gift by offering her their bodies and the delights it could bring.

Well,
so far they were keeping to their word in every sense and suddenly, Bea was
starting to really panic. Not for her safety or anything, she still trusted
them implicitly. There was no way they would ever deliberately hurt her. Not
physically, anyway. But there was a part of her that suddenly quivered with a
new kind of unease. Everything was perfect…too perfect. It was times like these
that a girl got foolish and started
dreaming,
and hoping. Seeking for more.

And Bea
had already made up her mind to settle for what she could and then leave before
she was in too deep…

* * *

“You
look delectable, sweet Bea,” Ryan’s voice boomed as she stuck her head in the
door of his study before finally stepping inside. He waved her over as he
placed down the phone he’d been speaking on before she appeared.

Bea had
left her bedroom minutes ago, and made her way downstairs. She found her way to
the kitchen first where she discovered they had a private chef present who was
fixing up a gourmet lunch for them, aided by a uniformed assistant. Impressed
by the delightful scents already wafting from the many pots and pans, she
smiled and excused herself, hunting around for either Ryan or Jason. Finally,
she’d heard Ryan’s unmistakable voice coming from a door on the right side of
her and she’d happily spun in that direction. It was just past eleven a.m. and
she had to admit she’d missed seeing him since she’d woken up.

“Thank
you. Everything in the closet was so lovely I almost couldn’t decide what to
choose,” she said, deciding to not make a fuss and ask why so much stuff had
been purchased. For all she knew, it might belong to an ex-girlfriend of
theirs. But then…she had a distinct impression that no, everything in there had
been put together with
her
in mind.

“I’m
sorry I’ve been neglecting you. I just wanted to get this out of the way so I
could devote the rest of the weekend to you,” he said with a gentle smile as he
rose from his desk to meet her halfway, gathering her up in his arms se he
could kiss her lips.

Bea
didn’t even try to ponder how easy it had felt to simply fall into his embrace.
Ryan kissed her and the hunger in his lips reminded her that she’d satisfied
the lusts of only one brother earlier that morning. Judging from the thick
baton of arousal sticking into her belly, Ryan was quite due for some
satisfaction himself.

But he
didn’t push. He seemed more concerned about her
well-being
.
His fingers rippled through her dark brown hair as he gazed into her face.
“Hope we weren’t too rough with you last night,” he murmured, his eyes smoky.
Bea swallowed, feeling his free hand slide down her waist to skim her ass over
the flimsy sundress.

“I
mean, with all that paddling, flogging and cropping,” Ryan teased, knowing full
well he’d done his part with the nipple clamping and
what-not
.
Bea was glad for the concern, and couldn’t help the equally teasing smile that
lifted her lips as she let her hands fall on his shoulder.

“Well…Jason
did help to make me feel better,” she confessed, her lashes fluttering softly.
Bea felt inwardly amazed at her audacity, with the way she was flirting at him.
She hadn’t realized she even knew
how
to
flirt. Judging by the way Ryan’s eyes darkened and
narrowed,
could be she was doing it right in spite of herself.

“I
see,”
Ryan
murmured, his eyes lowering to her lips,
and then down to her cleavage which peeked from the dipping collar of the
dress. Bea felt an answering tingle start to spread over her nipples just
having him look at her like that, like he was ready to rip her clothes off. It
was all she could do not to sizzle into a puddle at his feet.

Seeing
him behind that huge desk looking so serious and busy had sent her heart
thudding with desire. He was dressed in impeccably cut dress pants, and like
Jason he’d worn a white shirt, which spread deliciously across his broad
shoulders. He looked so cool and sexy that she really couldn’t blame herself
for suddenly harboring some very wicked thoughts where he was concerned.

“So
now… I guess that means you’ll be up to a little fun with me,” he drawled, his
fingers running underneath the strap of her dress, before sliding it slowly off
her shoulder. His touch was light, slow yet full of purpose. Bea shivered as
his fingertips barely grazed the skin of her arm, where the strap now fell. One
cup of her strapless bra was exposed, and the pretty nude lace was barely able
to hold in her fat, bursting nipple. He wasn’t even touching her breasts and already
they felt heavy and full as they throbbed with arousal.

“Well,
it depends on what you have in mind,” Bea purred. To her delight, she felt the
distinct poke of him against her belly as she pressed up against him boldly.

Well,
well! Looked like she was turning into a freak herself. She was starting to
have cock on the brain judging by the way she was getting breathless with the
thought of Ryan’s erection. He was so hard and thick that her head swum just
thinking about what that length of pole could do in terms of pleasing her. Bea
would never have believed she’d be such a wanton female but then, what with
Jason and then Ryan so very available for her feminine enjoyment, she was going
to take full advantage. Just like she’d told Lisa, she intended to make the
most of her wild weekend but by the end, she was going back to the real world.
Back to her ordinary life of nine-hour work days and boring evenings spent on
her lonesome. Bea knew that it was a price she’d have to pay when the time
came. All this pleasure would surely be hard to forget but in time, she knew
she’d be able to put these few nights away in her memory box where she’d
treasure them forever.

So for
now, she was more than ready to continue making those memories, knowing they’ll
be all she’d have to warm the lonely nights ahead…

Chapter Five

Ryan
was pushing down the other thin, woven strap of her dress, and she shivered at
his touch. He was so gentle; it still managed to make her heart race because
she knew how easily he could amp things up when he wanted. He seemed to be
musing her over her last words.

“To be
honest, sweet Bea…I do have a lot of things in mind. And all of them border on
being downright dirty,” he confessed, a dark glint in his eye as he viewed her
breasts in their pretty underwear. He traced the edge of lace with his
fingertips, still not touching her too intimately. Bea groaned inwardly at the
torment. Why didn’t he just grab them? Scoop and squeeze them in his large
hands? Pinch them hard and pull on them till they lengthened and thickened?

“Dirty
can be… good,” she told him lightly, biting on her bottom lip sensually as she
looked up at him through her lashes. She liked the mood she was in; it wasn’t a
role she was used to. She’d never really seduced anyone before but she admitted
she liked the way it felt when her words seemed to make his cheeks flush darkly
with desire as his nostrils flared suddenly.

“I
agree,” he said, his clipped Scottish husk now hardly recognizable. His hands
slid up to her hair, fisting them as he drew her close to pluck at her pouting
lips once, twice. And then he drew back, eyes gleaming. “So show me how dirty
you can be, baby doll. I want to see that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped
around my cock, trying to take it as deep as you can.”

Goodness…yes,
Bea thought, instinctively licking her lips at the thought of Ryan’s cock in
her mouth. She never forgot that first time when he’d exploded in her mouth.
He’d been the first ever guy to do that to her and she still remembered how
he’d pulsed strongly within her lips as his semen had flooded her tongue before
sliding down her throat.

Oh yes,
she’d take him deep this time, as deep as she dared…

His
hands on her head were guiding her down to her knees. She looked up dreamily
into his eyes as her face came level with his tented trousers. Her wide-eyed
gaze sought permission to proceed and once she saw his encouraging nod, she
felt herself switch into a different mode.

She’d
heard about situations where women finally let out their inner slut. How, at
certain points in time, certain females would find it easy to succumb to their
deepest, most carnal tendencies. Bea had found herself succumbing to that
fabled “inner slut” many times since she’d met Ryan and Jason. She’s succumbed
when she’d let them both fuck her that night in their suite; when she’d rode
Jason like a cowgirl while she’d made Ryan ejaculate deep inside her mouth. And
since then, she’d succumbed to even more fleshly cravings with them both.

Bea
felt like nothing could stop her now.

Not
shifting her gaze from Ryan’s, she began unbuckling his belt. His hands were
lightly stroking her hair as he watched her unzip his pants slowly, as if
unwrapping a
long-awaited
present. She pulled down the
waistband of his briefs till his rigid staff bobbed out beautifully.
My oh my
, thought Bea. He looked so
swollen and erect that his cock looked almost angry. Swallowing convulsively in
utter longing, she put her small hands around the base and guided the bulbous
crown to her parted lips. Her tongue reached out first to taste him, to gather
up the moisture spilling from his tip. She heard him gasp as she flicked her
tongue lollipop-style over the underside of his throbbing helmet.

He
tasted as delicious as ever and she wanted more.

And he
wanted dirty. So she shed every last ounce of shyness and gave in to instinct.
Heart pounding, she surrounded his cock with her mouth and bathed him in her
moistness and heat. Her lips wrapped tight around his expanding girth and she
opened wider to accommodate him. She got him slick with her saliva and with her
fingers stroking firmly over him, she used her tongue as naughtily as she
could.

When he
groaned and tightened his fingers in her hair, she knew what was coming. She
felt the insistent pressure from his hands steering her mouth to become even
more adventurous in gulping his meat. As her face bobbed even closer to his
groin, Bea felt tears sting her eyes each time his tip hit the back of her
throat. He grunted as her muscle gagged around him, causing a rippling sensation
he seemed to enjoy. But she could hardly breathe, feeling lightheaded as he
filled her mouth and jabbed her windpipe.