09-08-2026, 11:10 AM
Ayesha awakened by slow breeze. She registered the sunlight on her face,
the distant barking of a neighborhood dog, and Aditya’s delicious smell.
It was all around her, warm and concentrated, and she burrowed into the
sheets with a happy sigh.
A heavy weight over her side kept her from rolling the sheets around her
like a egg roll, and she frowned. What was that? She lifted the blankets and
stared in shock at the muscular arm wrapped around her waist. Her naked
waist. She’d slept in her bra and panties last night.
And she hadn’t gone through her night routine. She was covered in
nastiness. Her mouth. It was probably forming an ecosystem for antibiotic-
resistant strains of bacteria. She shot up in bed, her entire being focused on
running straight to the bathroom. Floss, brush, shower, pajamas. Floss, brush,
shower, pajamas.
Aditya yanked her back down and kissed her nape. “Not yet.”
“I’m gross. I have to get clean. I—”
He sucked on her neck and pulled her hips back as he rocked forward,
making her achingly aware of the firm flesh prodding against the backs of her
thighs through his boxers.
Her body went into total system failure. Her limbs weakened. Between her
thighs, she flushed and tingled with wanting. The intensity of her desire
frightened and embarrassed her.
She needed to be in control of herself and her
body. Control was gone.
“Good morning.” His voice was a husky rasp that sent shivers down her
spine.
“G-good mor—” A hand dipped inside her bra and cupped her breast.
He
stroked the nip until it ached and pinched, sending a burst of sensation straight
to her core. When he headed downward, smoothing a hand over her belly, her
stomach muscles clenched.
“I want to touch you here.” He palmed her mound with a bold grasp, and the
heat of his touch spread through the cotton of her panties, searing her.
She gripped his wrist, fully intending to pull him away, but her hands
refused to cooperate.
His forearm was firm with defined muscle, his skin
smooth, utterly distracting.
“Is that permission?” he whispered.
She’d given him permission last night.
She wanted this, but she didn’t
know how to handle this side of herself.
Her body told her to say yes. Her
mind told her to say no.
Her body won the fight, and her hips arched against his hand. He edged
the crotch of her panties aside.
He kissed her nape as he traced the slick
entrance to her body with his fingertips.
A sharp breath tore from her lungs.
Panic and pleasure collided.
“You’re wet already, Ayesha. You’re like a Ferrari. Zero to sixty in
Four seconds.”
“You like Ferrari's?”
She tried desperately to cling to coherent
thought. She needed to think at all times, to weigh her actions and her words.
When she let go, she always made mistakes. She did the wrong thing, hurt
people, mortified herself.
He continued touching her lightly, trailing around and around her opening
in maddening circles.
His teeth scbangd against her neck before he licked and
kissed her.
Goose bumps spread over her skin.
“Yes, I like them. No, don’t get me one,” he said.
“Why not?” She rubbed her feet against his shins, dug her fingernails into
his arm. Push him away. Pull him closer.
Regain control. Let go.
“It doesn’t suit my lifestyle, and my mom would be very, very curious how
I got it.”
He emphasized the word very with barely there strokes over her
clitoris.
She spasmed and trembled at the edge of release.
He bit her earlobe.
“You’re about to go off, aren’t you? That’s all it took.”
“It’s because I’ve been fantasizing about you ever since last Friday.” Oh
God, what had she just said?
He removed his touch and sat up.
His expression was soft as he brushed
tendrils of hair away from her face. “What does Fantasy Aditya do?”
“Everything.”
He laughed before his eyes went intense.
“Does he make you come with
his mouth? Real Aditya wants to do that.”
She squirmed as the need to please him warred with her inhibitions. That
was one thing Fantasy Aditya hadn’t done.
“I’m more interested in giving
oral sex than receiving it.”
“Maybe we should work on it,” he said in an unusually subdued tone.
“I’m
not the only guy who loves going down on women.”
She sank her teeth into her lip and fisted the sheets. Women. Plural. For a
regular man, that meant anywhere from one to ten, maybe twenty. For
Aditya . . . hundreds. It might even be thousands, for all she knew. A new
type of anxiety weighed down on her.
Could she possibly measure up against
all of his past clients?
“I don’t want to disgust you.”
“You won’t.”
“How do I make it good for you? Are some women better at receiving oral
sex than others? What do they do?” She badly wanted to be good at it.
She
wanted to blow all the others out of the water—but there had been so many of
them.
“What is going on in that beautiful brain of yours?” he asked in
bafflement.
“I just—I want—I need—I think—”
“No more thinking,” he said as he touched a thumb to her lips.
He ran warm hands from her shoulders down to her wrists, interlaced their
fingers and squeezed their palms together.
Her muscles tensed as she worried
she wasn’t responding the right way. What was she supposed to do? Now that
she understood he wanted her to feel pleasure, she wanted to give it to him,
wanted to make him happy.
“Ayesha, you're distracted .” His eyes searched hers, worried now.
“I’m sorry.” She felt the sweat between their hands and fingers and
winced. Her heart pounded. She was screwing this up.
He gathered her in his arms and held her, smoothing a hand through her
hair in slow sweeps.
“This is because of oral sex? We don’t have to have it.”
Ayesha pressed her forehead to his neck and breathed in his scent. By slow
degrees, she relaxed into his embrace. “I’m very competitive.”
He brushed a kiss against her temple. “Okay, but how does that factor into
anything?”
“It means I want to please you more than all your other clients have.”
“Ayesha, I’m the one who’s being paid to please here.”
“I’m not paying you for sex anymore, remember?”
He made a frustrated growling sound and held her tighter.
“What am I
going to do with you? I have you hot and naked in my arms, and you’re still
not ready.”
She sighed and rested against him. She idly traced the dragon scales on his
bicep. “We could floss, brush, shower, and dress.”
He threw the covers off. “Let’s do it, then.”
the distant barking of a neighborhood dog, and Aditya’s delicious smell.
It was all around her, warm and concentrated, and she burrowed into the
sheets with a happy sigh.
A heavy weight over her side kept her from rolling the sheets around her
like a egg roll, and she frowned. What was that? She lifted the blankets and
stared in shock at the muscular arm wrapped around her waist. Her naked
waist. She’d slept in her bra and panties last night.
And she hadn’t gone through her night routine. She was covered in
nastiness. Her mouth. It was probably forming an ecosystem for antibiotic-
resistant strains of bacteria. She shot up in bed, her entire being focused on
running straight to the bathroom. Floss, brush, shower, pajamas. Floss, brush,
shower, pajamas.
Aditya yanked her back down and kissed her nape. “Not yet.”
“I’m gross. I have to get clean. I—”
He sucked on her neck and pulled her hips back as he rocked forward,
making her achingly aware of the firm flesh prodding against the backs of her
thighs through his boxers.
Her body went into total system failure. Her limbs weakened. Between her
thighs, she flushed and tingled with wanting. The intensity of her desire
frightened and embarrassed her.
She needed to be in control of herself and her
body. Control was gone.
“Good morning.” His voice was a husky rasp that sent shivers down her
spine.
“G-good mor—” A hand dipped inside her bra and cupped her breast.
He
stroked the nip until it ached and pinched, sending a burst of sensation straight
to her core. When he headed downward, smoothing a hand over her belly, her
stomach muscles clenched.
“I want to touch you here.” He palmed her mound with a bold grasp, and the
heat of his touch spread through the cotton of her panties, searing her.
She gripped his wrist, fully intending to pull him away, but her hands
refused to cooperate.
His forearm was firm with defined muscle, his skin
smooth, utterly distracting.
“Is that permission?” he whispered.
She’d given him permission last night.
She wanted this, but she didn’t
know how to handle this side of herself.
Her body told her to say yes. Her
mind told her to say no.
Her body won the fight, and her hips arched against his hand. He edged
the crotch of her panties aside.
He kissed her nape as he traced the slick
entrance to her body with his fingertips.
A sharp breath tore from her lungs.
Panic and pleasure collided.
“You’re wet already, Ayesha. You’re like a Ferrari. Zero to sixty in
Four seconds.”
“You like Ferrari's?”
She tried desperately to cling to coherent
thought. She needed to think at all times, to weigh her actions and her words.
When she let go, she always made mistakes. She did the wrong thing, hurt
people, mortified herself.
He continued touching her lightly, trailing around and around her opening
in maddening circles.
His teeth scbangd against her neck before he licked and
kissed her.
Goose bumps spread over her skin.
“Yes, I like them. No, don’t get me one,” he said.
“Why not?” She rubbed her feet against his shins, dug her fingernails into
his arm. Push him away. Pull him closer.
Regain control. Let go.
“It doesn’t suit my lifestyle, and my mom would be very, very curious how
I got it.”
He emphasized the word very with barely there strokes over her
clitoris.
She spasmed and trembled at the edge of release.
He bit her earlobe.
“You’re about to go off, aren’t you? That’s all it took.”
“It’s because I’ve been fantasizing about you ever since last Friday.” Oh
God, what had she just said?
He removed his touch and sat up.
His expression was soft as he brushed
tendrils of hair away from her face. “What does Fantasy Aditya do?”
“Everything.”
He laughed before his eyes went intense.
“Does he make you come with
his mouth? Real Aditya wants to do that.”
She squirmed as the need to please him warred with her inhibitions. That
was one thing Fantasy Aditya hadn’t done.
“I’m more interested in giving
oral sex than receiving it.”
“Maybe we should work on it,” he said in an unusually subdued tone.
“I’m
not the only guy who loves going down on women.”
She sank her teeth into her lip and fisted the sheets. Women. Plural. For a
regular man, that meant anywhere from one to ten, maybe twenty. For
Aditya . . . hundreds. It might even be thousands, for all she knew. A new
type of anxiety weighed down on her.
Could she possibly measure up against
all of his past clients?
“I don’t want to disgust you.”
“You won’t.”
“How do I make it good for you? Are some women better at receiving oral
sex than others? What do they do?” She badly wanted to be good at it.
She
wanted to blow all the others out of the water—but there had been so many of
them.
“What is going on in that beautiful brain of yours?” he asked in
bafflement.
“I just—I want—I need—I think—”
“No more thinking,” he said as he touched a thumb to her lips.
He ran warm hands from her shoulders down to her wrists, interlaced their
fingers and squeezed their palms together.
Her muscles tensed as she worried
she wasn’t responding the right way. What was she supposed to do? Now that
she understood he wanted her to feel pleasure, she wanted to give it to him,
wanted to make him happy.
“Ayesha, you're distracted .” His eyes searched hers, worried now.
“I’m sorry.” She felt the sweat between their hands and fingers and
winced. Her heart pounded. She was screwing this up.
He gathered her in his arms and held her, smoothing a hand through her
hair in slow sweeps.
“This is because of oral sex? We don’t have to have it.”
Ayesha pressed her forehead to his neck and breathed in his scent. By slow
degrees, she relaxed into his embrace. “I’m very competitive.”
He brushed a kiss against her temple. “Okay, but how does that factor into
anything?”
“It means I want to please you more than all your other clients have.”
“Ayesha, I’m the one who’s being paid to please here.”
“I’m not paying you for sex anymore, remember?”
He made a frustrated growling sound and held her tighter.
“What am I
going to do with you? I have you hot and naked in my arms, and you’re still
not ready.”
She sighed and rested against him. She idly traced the dragon scales on his
bicep. “We could floss, brush, shower, and dress.”
He threw the covers off. “Let’s do it, then.”
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