Shades of Scarlet

3. Start of Something New

~ Alina's P O V ~

Relief rushes through me. It's suddenly very clear that, yes, he definitely has done this before, and I'm also pleased that he's a 'cut to the chase' sort of client. Partly because I don't trust myself to indulge in too much preamble with this guy, and mostly because I'm overcome with my own desire to please him.

Obediently, I do as I'm told and drop elegantly to kneel on the floor at his feet with my eyes cast down, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline that comes with giving up control as my dress creeps up my thighs.

"Good girl," His voice is low and dripping with intent as he strokes my hair. He undoes his flies to reveal a perfect erection that's impossible to ignore. I calm the urge to launch myself at it by keeping my eyes down and my hands on my lap, every inch the perfect submissive.

"I want you to suck me, Scarlet," his voice is low and rich with lust.

Eagerly, I edge forward to wrap my fingers around his impressive c**k.

"No," he scolds. "Just with your mouth," A twinge of disappointment registers, but I dutifully replace my hand on my thigh and take him between my lips.

He groans in appreciation as I swirl my tongue across his head and start to suck gently before inching slowly down his hard length and deep throating him entirely.

He's delicious. The taste and smell of him is intoxicating and I can't get enough. The change in his breathing and his pleasured grunts make me swell with pride. I have never wanted to please a client more, and I seem to be succeeding. I begin to move my head slowly, slipping his c**k in and out of my mouth, revelling in the feel of him throbbing under my tongue, increasing my speed gradually until I feel his hands on the back of my head.

"Stop. I don't want to come in your pretty face!" He growls, pulling away from my disappointed lips. "Not yet anyway," He adds, almost as an afterthought, stroking my cheek.

"Stand up by the table for me,"

As I comply, he moves toward me and twirls his finger in the air, instructing me to turn around so that I'm facing away from him. I feel his fingers find the zip at the nape of my neck and the gentle tug as he lowers it down my back. I hear myself inhale sharply as I finally feel his hands on me when he pushes the fabric over my shoulders so that it pools at my feet. His touch makes me light up inside in a way I haven't felt for years.

"Step out," he commands. As I do, he picks up my dress and drapes it neatly over a chair. "Turn around, Scarlet," he continues, and I do, watching him take a step back to admire me in my underwear.

I struggle to keep my breathing even, aching to feel his touch again.

"Very nice, but I think those have served their purpose," He smirks a little, gesturing to my lingerie with his eyes.

"Strip for me, Scarlet," He adds, folding his arms across his chest and leaning casually against the leather sofa to observe.

Resisting the urge to look him in the eye, I reach behind me to unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor, freeing my ample rounded breasts. My n*****s are hard already and as I hear him breathe through his teeth in appreciation, I struggle to suppress a smile.

"Eyes up, Scarlet, let me see you," He commands. I lift my head to meet his gaze and my lips part involuntarily as I take in the sheer lust reflected in his eyes.

"Continue," He says, never taking his eyes off of mine.

More eager than ever to please him, I slip my fingers into my silk panties and push them down over my hips, kicking them to one side and standing tall in just my heels to give him a full view of my naked body. His eyes follow my underwear down the length of me.

"You look stunning, Scarlet," his voice is deep with carnal appreciation, which makes me smile inwardly.

He moves towards me and cups my breasts in his hands, as if weighing them, before pinching lightly on my n*****s which immediately harden further at his expert touch.

"Is the rest of your body so responsive I wonder?" He says more to himself than to me as he slides a hand down my midriff and between my legs, pushing a long finger inside my neatly waxed and already wet p***y, circling deep and slow.

My body bows instinctively to meet his intrusion and a small gasp of pleasure escapes my lips. His smile illustrates his approval as he removes the digit and puts it in his own mouth to suck it clean.

"Delicious," A smile plays on his lips.

He places his hands on my shoulders, turning me around to admire me from behind. His hands trail down my arms, over my waist, to my bottom. His touch is deliberately light, leaving me longing for more. I feel myself get wetter and instinctively press my thighs together. He smacks my behind, hard. I gasp in surprise more than pain.

"Do I need to remind you that you're here for my pleasure, Scarlet?"

"Of course, Mr. Dominic, I apologise," I breathe instinctively, enjoying the sting of his correction.

"Don't worry though," he whispers from behind me, his breath hot on my neck, "I plan to take good care of yours too,"

I feel the tip of his tongue trace the outline of my ear before his teeth gently graze the lobe. "Now, lose the heels, then go and lie on the bed, face up,"

I move across to the four-poster bed, chastising myself for letting this guy put me off my game. I breathe deeply as I step out of my heels and try to regain some poise as I position myself on the cool silk bedspread. Noticing the handcuffs already attached to each post, I struggle to calm the tightening between my legs.

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