I was too keyed up to concentrate on my classes. I was too busy thinking about my night with Lawrence. All of tests came back fine, like I knew they would, and I was starting that very day. I went back to the dorm and changed my clothes. Mr. Earl told me I didn't need to wear anything special since I was "training", but I still wanted to look my best.
At six o'clock, I drove over to Torch. I had been way too nervous to eat, and I was nauseated. I parked my car and let myself in with my new key.
I walked into the foyer and saw a man sitting in an overstuffed chair. When he stood up, I saw that he was very tall and had jet black, wavy hair. He had a muscular build and a chiseled face. He was gorgeous. He smiled at me and walked over.
"Marri?" he asked. Even his voice was sexy.
"Yes."
"I'm Lawrence. Ready?"
I only nodded. He took my hand and led me up the long staircase to a door where he stopped and turned to face me.
"This is your room. You'll work in the front part and live in the apartment behind."
"Okay."
He opened the door and ushered me inside. He followed me in and locked the door securely. He flicked a switch and low lights and soft music came on. There was an enormous four-poster bed in the room with a stand next to it. The only other furniture was a simple chair in the corner. I started to sweat.
"Take off your clothes and lie on the bed with me."
I couldn't answer. I undressed and piled the clothes onto the chair. He stripped down to a pair of tight bikinis. His chest was even more muscular than I thought and had a light covering of curly black hair.
I laid down on the bed, trying not to tremble. He crawled on top of me, his knees on either side of my hips. I sucked in my breath and he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "How do you feel about handcuffs?"
"What?"
"I can tell you're nervous. The handcuffs can let you feel more relaxed. And they'll keep you still while I pleasure you."
"Do you do this a lot?"
He smiled. "I promise you'll like it."
"All right."
He produced two sets of cuffs, lined with fuzzy material so as not to cut into the skin, and attached them to the top posts of the bed. He tightened them securely around my wrists, leaving me just enough movement so I didn't panic, but still keeping my arms in a spread "V" shape.
"Just relax. Enjoy."
"All right."
He bent down and kissed my lips softly. After a few seconds, the kisses became more intense. He sucked on my lips hungrily and probed around my mouth with his tongue.
He moved on to my neck, tasting me and nipping at my throat. He pulled himself up and slipped of the bikinis. He was already hard. "Suck on me now. Make me cum and I'll last that much longer later."
He didn't wait for me to answer. He just knelt down with his knees around my head and brought his hips to my face. I opened my mouth and started sucking.
After a few moments, he pulled away. "Talk to me. Tell me how much you like sucking me off."
"I... I like it."
"No. Tell me how good it is, how I taste. Remember, your clients will want every filthy word you can come up with."
I had to think for a second.
"I love how your cock tastes. I love the way it feels in my mouth."
"Good. Better. Now, tell me exactly what you'll do to me."
"I'll start by running my tongue around it..."
"Around what?" he prompted.
"Around your rock hard dick."
"Good. Keep going."
"Then, I'll suck your cock into my mouth. I'll gobble you like the world was ending. I'll taste you all over until you cum."
"Not bad," he said, grinning. "Kind of like the dialogue of a bad porno, but it'll do for now. Now, do it."
He shoved his cock back into my mouth. I sucked harder and harder until I felt his body tense. He let out a small groan and I felt him pulse under my tongue.
He came with a grunt and I swallowed his load. He smiled down at me and flopped lazily onto this side. He propped his head up on one hand and ran the other up and down my stomach.
"Don't worry," he told me. "You'll love me by the time I'm done."
His hand reached up and cupped my breast lightly. He began rolling my nipple around between his finger and thumb.
Then, he slid his hand down my body and rested it lightly on my crotch. He leaned over me and ran his tongue over my nipple.
"Marri, where is my hand?"
"What?"
"Where is my hand?"
"On... On my crotch."
He bit my nipple lightly. It didn't exactly hurt, but it got my attention. "Remember, dirty words," he admonished. "Think with them. Men are paying good money for an erotic experience. Think dirty and you'll talk dirty."
As he spoke, he slid his finger inside of me. He pushed it in and out gently and asked again, "Where is my hand?"
"In... In my dripping wet pussy," I answered. It was hard to concentrate while he was fingering me.
"Yes," he breathed. "You like to finger fuck, don't you?"
"God, yes," I moaned. And I did.
He pumped his fingers faster and harder as he straddled me again, spreading my legs wide with his knees. He buried his face in my chest, excuse me, my tits, and sucked on my nipples.
Then he pulled his fingers out and licked all but one clean while I watched. "Your pussy is so sweet."