Arranged(20)

“Fuck,” he muttered. And that wasn’t all. He was making these delicious noises, raw, little keens escaping from the back of his throat. The noises were harsh and male and I loved them. “Damn it. Suck it harder.”

I tried my best with genuine interest and enthusiasm. So far his fingers and my mouth were far more enjoyable than the act of sex itself. Who knew?

His climax was a lot more interesting, quick, and messy than I was prepared for. I knew the mechanics but those did not take into account how my own musings and reactions would distract me from the job at hand. It was an easy enough mouthful to swallow, but somehow half of it ended up on me, running down my chin, my neck, my collarbone, and deep into my cleavage.

I lifted my head when his hand in my hair went slack.

His eyes were running over me, over the spots where I’d spilled his cum on myself. “Did any of it manage to make it into your mouth?” he asked, breathing hard. I would have answered, but as he spoke he was fingering the shoulders of my top, pushing them aside and down my arms. It was a revealing dress. Just that easy, I was topless. He stared at me some more, his breath slowing eventually but not by much. He fondled me.

I looked down at his hand on me. The sight made me squirm in my seat. My nipples were hard, his cum was all over my skin, and his hand looked and felt so good on me that I couldn’t stop staring at it.

“Fuck,” he said roughly. “Fuck.”

Abruptly he took his hand away, pulling my straps back onto my shoulders, folding me back into my dress.

“Was that okay?” It took a few minutes and lot of my courage to work up to asking that question.

He put himself away and didn’t look at me once. He didn’t speak for an unbearable length of time. He seemed to be gathering himself for something, and I doubted that would bode well for me.

“Do you want me to be honest?” he asked in a dead voice, his eyes trained out the window at the swiftly passing buildings. He didn’t wait for me to answer. “I feel I was misled about your skill level. All that training, I thought you’d be better with your mouth.”

It felt like I’d been slapped. My eyes stung and I had to blink rapidly and look away to hide it. It was the unexpectedness of the assault that made it hurt so bad, I told myself. I was completely unprepared for such brutal directness.

“Apparently,” he continued ruthlessly, “practice means nothing if you don’t have the right tools. We’ll have to work on that.”

I felt my jaw set stubbornly. “If you insist. Would you like to do it now or do you need more time to recover?”

He was staring at me now. It wasn’t a good stare. There wasn’t even a hint of friendliness in the curve of his mouth or the glint of his eyes. “Why’d you do it?”

I stared back.

“Why would you sell yourself to someone who doesn’t even like you?” he added.

“Not all of us get to be born rich,” I told him. Simple and bitter like one of his drinks.

“You sold your virginity. Your hymen had a price tag. This is certainly a first for me.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the only virgin I’ve ever broken in and had to train, and the only woman I’ve ever had to pay to fuck me.”

Shock robbed me of all response. All I could do was stare at him.

“So I guess you could say you’re my first whore, and I’m your first John.”

“John’s don’t buy the cow,” I was angry enough to point out.

His pretty mouth twisted and it was ugly. He parted his lips to say something horrible in response but his phone rang, distracting him, thank God.

“Hello, Father,” he said into the phone with utter contempt. “Yes, I’m here. Yes, I took her out. Oh, we’re getting on famously. I got her off with two fingers in the restaurant, and she clumsily serviced me in the limo. I’m not sure anyone told her she’s supposed to swallow the cum when it shoots down her throat. Enough details for you?” He paused. “If you don’t like hearing that, quit interfering in my life.”

He hung up his phone with angry motions just as we were pulling up to our building.

My husband was back to not looking at me. “I’d see you up,” he told me coldly, “but it’s been a long day, and I can see Chester waiting to do the honors, so I’ll let him.”

“You’re leaving?” I asked him. It was unexpected.

“I have some work to do, and I don’t know if anyone told you, but I prefer to stay at my own place when I’m in the city.”

He had a separate apartment for me. How had I not known that?

How would I know that? Asha loved keeping me in the dark, and who the hell kept multiple apartments in the same city?

Old money did. And they also had strange notions about marriage, apparently. He treated me more like his mistress than his wife.

“Well, thank you for dinner,” I told him stiffly.

“Good night, Noura.” He didn’t spare me a glance.

I didn’t look at anyone as I made my way on shaky legs up to my apartment. I was grateful when Chester didn’t say a word.

I showered and went straight to bed. It had been an enlightening first date. My husband couldn’t stand me, and I needed some better lessons on sucking his dick.

Things could have gone better.