《Bound by Desire | Completed》rules of engagement
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Since I had no where to be, I stayed in the room talking to him as we prepared to order room service.
Conversation between us flowed easily, with us never running out of things to talk about.
We had just met though, so a majority of our conversation was getting to know each other.
How backwards.
"I was looking at the french toast." I said, handing him back the menu.
"Why so simple? You should try the Crab Cake Eggs Benedict."
"I like french toast."
"We'll get both then." Jaxon stated while picking up the phone.
I listened to him order enough food to feed more than us and when he hung up, I asked, "Where do you get so much money from?"
"From where do I get so much money" He corrected as I rolled my eyes, "I do have a job."
"Yeah but your job can't afford to book this hotel weekly, pay me monthly, do you see where I'm going with this?"
He seemed thoughtful before speaking, "If I tell you, are you going to rob me?"
"Yes." I answered with a straight face, causing him to laugh.
"When my grandmother passed, I received an inheritance. A pretty good amount."
"So you're blowing it on food and pussy?"
"You know, for somebody whose feelings get hurt easily, you sure don't give a damn about anyone else's."
I snickered while waiting for him to answer my question.
"I'm not blowing it." He continued, "In fact, it'd take a while for me to blow it."
"But you'd save a lot of money if you just got a girlfriend like normal people."
Jaxon shrugged, "Do you know how hard it is to find people who like the same things as me?"
There must be a drought since he picked me and I didn't come close to liking the same things he did.
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"I didn't even know black people did it." I told him honestly, "I thought it was more of a white people thing."
"I've found that many people follow that ignorant train of thought."
I didn't take offense to his use of the word ignorant since I was in fact ignorant to BDSM. I only knew what I saw online or what I read in Fifty Shades of Grey.
Granted that book didn't make it seem that bad, it was just the continuous pressure of him wanting her to adapt to his way of sex. She was unwilling to the point that she left him, and he still pushed her.
Yikes.
"What happens if I try it and don't like?" I questioned, wondering where that would leave us.
"Then you'll go your way and I'll go mine. However, as you've seen, I'm more than capable of cuming from "normal" sex."
I was confused, "So is that a yes or..?"
"Kyser, I enjoy having sex with you whether you're a piñata or not." He grinned, "I doubt I'd leave because you're not comfortable doing something."
His confession made me smile, "I enjoy having sex with you too."
"Enough to ride my dick while we wait for the food?"
"It'll be here in like 10 minutes." I said as I looked at the clock.
"I can make you nut in 2."
The smile was still on my face when I sank down onto him.
• • •
Later that night, I was at a party with Ava, that her boyfriend, Matt, was hosting.
It was a, for lack of a better word, interesting party.
Matt and Ava met at a club, in a simple way, yet he knew nothing of her line of work. He was old money, raised around it his whole life, meaning many of his associates had money as well.
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Meaning Ava had sex with at least 4 of the people in this room.
I said 4 because I'd had sex with 2.
"You could've warned me." I whispered under my breath as I held a flute of champagne in my hand.
I wasn't drinking of course, but my hands were empty and I needed to keep them busy.
"He could've warned me." She whispered back while smiling at a woman who walked by, "I would've pretended to be sick."
"How have you never met his friends and you guys have been together for almost a year?"
"Matt's always working. The rare times when he's home he just wants it to be us." She explained.
"Do you think they'll tell him?"
That would be a disaster waiting to happen. She could've said it was her past if she'd stopped when she met him, but she continued to see clients for the entire duration of their relationship.
Ava sighed, "I'm hoping they'll be too ashamed to say "Hey I paid to fuck your girlfriend."
We both laughed though it shouldn't have been anywhere near funny. The laughter died down when Matt and one of my former clients walked over to us.
I could see Ava mentally panicking while I worked to keep a neutral expression on my face.
Selling pussy is just as embarrassing as buying it.
"Hey babe, Kyser, I wanted you guys to meet Chris. Chris, Ava, Kyser."
When they walked up, I took note of the ring on Chris' left finger. I'm sure he wouldn't be saying anything.
I extended my hand towards him with a smile, mentally puking when he kissed it before letting go.
"It's a pleasure." He said.
His wife appeared from seemingly nowhere, a tight smile on her face as she observed the distance between her husband and I.
"Are you going to introduce me?" She asked.
I'd just as soon as be miserable and alone before I ever let my supposed husband diminish me to a suspicious, insecure shell of myself.
After introductions were done, I excused myself to the restroom where I poured my champagne down the drain, and washed my hands.
I needed to take a break from the stuffiness of the party, the fake smiles and boring conversations.
After about 10 minutes later, I exited the bathroom, and saw Chris leaning on the wall.
"You go by Kyser now?" He asked with a smirk.
"And your wife goes by Emma?"
He was stupid for following me back here when his wife had clearly saw how he was acting towards me.
But I wasn't surprised. Men are stupid.
Chris was unaffected by my response, walking closer to me, "Is the bathroom empty?"
I saw where this was going, "Go see for yourself."
He reached into his pocket, holding folded bills towards me, "There's a tip in there for you."
Imagine not having enough respect for your wife that you attempt to have sex with a woman you just introduced her to.
Complete and utter trash.
I didn't dignify him with a response, walking back into the main room just in time to hear Matt on the microphone while on his knees, professing his love to Ava.
"Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" He questioned.
Her eyes watered and of course she accepted, kissing him passionately after he slid the ring on.
We made eye contact as I happily clapped, noticing the dilemma in her eyes of whether she should tell him or not.
She was passed around while people congratulated her, and I knew she wouldn't tell him.
Hopefully they'll be too ashamed to say, "Hey I paid to fuck your fiancée."
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