It had been four days since the first viewing. Four days of restless sleep, short fuses, and moments where Oscar caught himself staring too long at the hallway mirror -- imagining Maya's lipstick smudged across his skin, the taste of her still on his mouth.
She hadn't called.
She didn't need to.
The second viewing was booked through the agency -- same time, same place. But this time, she was already waiting downstairs when he arrived, standing beside the entrance to the basement with a clipboard tucked under her arm and a look that said everything words wouldn't dare.
"Glad you came back," she said, that same satin-smooth tone sliding between them like a secret.
"I couldn't stop thinking about it."
Her smile was slow and dangerous. "That's the idea."
She turned and descended the stairs, stilettos echoing off the narrow walls as she led him into the low-lit space below the house. The basement was cooler, dimmer, with exposed stone along one side and modern fittings on the other -- a strange mix of raw and refined.
Maya turned once they reached the middle of the room. Her pencil skirt clung like paint, and her blouse was buttoned high, but tighter today. Dark lipstick. Hair pinned up. Her whole posture radiated control.
"No distractions this time," she said softly. "No tour. No talking about square footage."
She walked to him slowly, then stopped just inches away.
"Did you think about me?" she asked. "After I left?"
Oscar didn't answer -- he couldn't. Not when her hands were already at his belt, unfastening him like it was a promise she intended to keep.
"I thought about you," she whispered, lowering herself down to her knees in front of him. "Thought about how close I got..."
She undid his zip and tugged his trousers down, then looked up at him as her fingers curled around his already growing length.
"I wanted to finish what I started."
Oscar groaned as she stroked him slowly, her palms warm, her nails just grazing.
"Keep your hands at your sides," she said. "You're not touching me yet."
Then she leaned in.
Her lips parted, hot breath rolling across his tip before she kissed it -- once, softly -- then again, her tongue flicking out to tease. She took him into her mouth inch by inch, eyes never breaking contact, her heels pressing into the floor as she settled deeper between his legs.
Her rhythm was slow at first, deliberate. Her lips glided, her tongue worked in circles. Every time she reached the base, she moaned softly, sending vibrations through him that made Oscar's legs tremble.
"Fuck, Maya--"
She gripped his thighs tighter and sped up just slightly, saliva trailing down her chin now as she took him deeper, her lipstick leaving faint stains along his shaft.
Oscar's hands clenched at his sides.
She was relentless.
