The Client
“Jillian”
This is the last time. Just get through it and get the money, I told myself as I drove through the warm Louisiana night with the window to my Honda rolled down. I was almost there. Only a few more minutes and I would spend a weekend at the Windsor Court Hotel with a client. “Yea...and the last time was supposed to be the last time. Good job, Bev.” I mumbled as I took my exit. But then this was not like any of the other clients.
For one, they’d never paid for such an expensive hotel... and they’d gone by the hour. Three or four at the most at five-hundred an hour. And then the ‘John’s’ instructions had been so much more detailed than anyone before now. Thinking of how much money I would have by the end of this, had my palms sweating against my steering wheel. It was exactly what I needed to move out of this place and get a few states further away from him. My part-time job as a receptionist was not cutting it. My roommate was on the fritz. I had an degree that I could be using.
I needed out. As I came up to the parking lot of the tall, beautiful hotel, I thought about the detailed email I had got at the beginning of the week. I’d been just about to disable the account when I had spied the new mail in my inbox. A man by the name of Mr. Bell and that was it.
He wanted my complete submission for forty-eight hours. Something I didn’t know if I could do but I needed the money. Badly. I let out a shaky sigh, just as I reached the Windsor Court and found a place to park. His instructions had been simple. I’ve put you as a guest at the hotel. Just get your key card at reception...He’d made very clear in one of our email exchanges.. “And, here you are....” I said to myself as I killed the engine, grabbed my overnight bag from the backseat and my purse from the front passenger.
Once outside of the car-and my icy cold air conditioning-the sinking summer sun peaked from the horizon, warming my skin. My heels sounded against the concrete as I made my way across the lot and to the shiny, glass front doors. The lobby was cool and welcoming. A couple sat at a lounging area in a far corner, having a coke and talking quietly amongst themselves.
Before I even made it across the lobby, the receptionist was smiling, professional, ready to deal with her next customer. She was young, younger than myself anyway, with blonde hair tied at the nape of her neck and bright red lipstick decorated her lips. “Welcome to Thomas Seattle. How can I help this afternoon, Miss?” She asked when I was standing at the desk and returning her very authentic smile.
“Um, Miss Gray. I just need to pick up a key card. Under Bell.” Hearing his name leave my mouth-this strangers- made my tummy do that roll again and a blush touched my cheeks. The receptionist-Olivia, I learned from her nametag-was fast at work, fingers flying over the keyboard of the hotel’s computer.
“Not a problem at all, Miss Gray. I just need to see your Driver’s License.” She was already grabbing a new, shiny, golden key card from somewhere behind the desk and swiping it through a machine. We made the exchange at the same time and she documented my proof of identity in seconds before handing it back. “It’s the presidential suite on the fourteenth floor. Fourteen oh six. If anything is to happen to your key card, just let us know. We will be happy to assist you.” She explained as I returned my ID and grabbed the room card.
“Do you need help with your bags, Miss Gray?”
“Oh no. I think I can manage. Have a good evening,” I replied and shot her one last smile before I turned and crossed the floor to the elevator. The ride up to the fourteenth floor was long and nerve-wracking. There weren’t so many rooms on the floor, as several suites took up the lot of the space, and finding the room was easy.
As soon as I was inside, I shut the door behind me and slid the chain lock into place. The room was lovely, opening up into a sitting room, with overstuffed furniture, several lamps and tables and a flat screen TV was hung on one wall. With my bag and my purse still in my grasps, I walked further in. Up two stairs lay a king sized bed with millions of pillows and a gorgeous duvet.
I dropped my bags onto a chaise and went up the stairs. The closet was hanging half open, revealing Bell’s suites hung crisply and across the room, sitting on a dresser, were large bouquets of fresh flowers. I crossed the marbled floor and went to them. A handwritten note sat beside the vase that I picked up and read:
I’m glad you could make it.
There is a box on the bed, waiting for you. It’s what I want to find you in when I make it there this evening. Room service will be bringing up dinner at 8 PM. Make sure you eat and you’re allowed two glasses of champagne. Nothing more. Remember, Jillian, not only will this be a weekend of luxury...it will be a weekend of complete submission. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think straights.
-A
I reread the note several times, stomach in knots. It’s not too late to back out, Bev. I convinced myself as I kicked my sandals off and went to the bed. I couldn’t. Wouldn’t. This was my ticket out of here. As the note said, there was a long white box with a gold bow tied around it. I didn’t waste any time and with shaky hands, pulled at the strings of the golden bow. It came free easily and I removed the top of the box.
Inside was a lot of silk and lace. The color of a peach. Pretty. Before I could really inspect the clothing, I took another note that lay on the top of the material and opened the card. I know, you probably brought clothing, but it’d be my pleasure to dress you this weekend. -A. P.s, No panties Jillian. I hadn’t put much thought into why he had asked me my size during the week but now I knew. It was fine with me.
I took the box then and made my way into the bathroom-which was even more grand than the main rooms.
-
7:50. An hour and a half later I was pacing over the lavish rug in the middle of the sitting room and waiting for room service. I’d showered, very meticulously applied light makeup and my thick, dark blonde hair had dried in curls that nearly brushed my waist. I’d had my doubts in the last ninety minutes. Lots of them. I’d even found myself reaching for my clothes after my shower.
But I hadn’t. I dressed in the short, silk teddy with lace trim and the long, floor brushing matching robe. It was beautiful, comfortable. Expensive. I’d tried to sit and watch TV but had quickly became restless. I’d thought about getting my phone out and turning it on but remembered one of the rules. No phones. So then I had resorted to pacing.
A sharp knock at the door had me jumping and my stomach sinking to my freshly manicured pink toes. “Room service.” A muffled voice came from the other side of the door and I took a deep breath before I crossed the space and unlocked the door.
On the other side stood a worker in uniform with a rolling cart. Beside him was another worker who was holding several shopping bags on his arms and three shoeboxes stacked, nearly hiding his face. “Miss Gray. Mr. Bell rang us earlier to reserve dinner for you. Also these bags were delivered.” His smile was polite. Hadn’t I been so nervous still, I would have noticed more about them but I didn’t.
“Of course, yes. Come in.” I stepped to the side, held the door open further and they came in. One rolled the cart to the small two seater table that was in the corner of the sitting area beside the window and the other unloaded his haul onto the couch. “Thank you.”
“Have a nice evening, Miss Gray.” They nodded their departure before I was left alone in the room once again.Would he ever show up?I thought as I went to the cart. There was only one plate of food, so I was guessing I still had a little while by myself still. Under the silver domed top was a plate of pasta with meat and sauce. Fancy. Too little a helping. Nothing I was really used to.
Then, there was a large bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne stuffed into the frozen cubes. A skinny glass sat ready for my drink. Lasty, there was a bottle of dark scotch and a short glass. His. I sat the plate of food on the table with the silverware, opened the bottle of champagne and poured a glass.
Before I sat, to eat alone, I pulled open the heavy cream colored drapes to reveal a city full of lights. It was a beautiful view. In the next thirty minutes, I managed to get down a few bites and two full glasses of the alcohol. And before I knew it, it was nine-thirty and I’d totally went against his orders in the note and had the whole bottle.
I was comfortably drunk and it was just after ten pm when I went up to the bed and laid across the duvet on the soft, thick pillows. Sleep came fast.
-
I was confused before I even opened my eyes. Like that feeling you get sometimes when you wake up and you don’t know who you are or where you are. The bed I was on was comfortable. I’d been sleeping so well. But it only took a few seconds to remember where I was and what was going on in my life at the moment.
I laid there, eyes closed, for twenty good seconds before I felt a strand of my hair drop on my bare shoulder. The robe had slid down it. But that was not what had my eyes popping open. He was here. Touching my hair. Within seconds I was sitting up, gasping out into the quiet room, and staring up at him. “I’m sorry if I frightened you. I expected you would be awake.”
His voice was deep and nearly seductive with the casual words. My chest was rising and falling almost vigorously. As if my eyes hadn’t been working in the last ten seconds, I finally looked at him. He was handsome. Far more so than I had imagined. And big. Tall. Broad. His black slacks and white button down shirt molded to that body perfectly. The tattoos that I couldn’t really make out only added to his allure.
Then there were those bright blue eyes. A strong sculpted jaw and lips that I wondered what would look like if he smiled. His hair was dark, styled perfectly. How did it feel? Finally my eyes landed on his again and I blushed. He was watching me check him out. How long had I been looking him over? I swallowed hard. “It’s...It’s fine.” I said quietly.
He didn’t say anything to that. Just lifted his glass that was half full with liquor to his lips for a long drink. Then he was walking away from the bed. I watched his back, a large back, move under the material of that silken shirt as he went. And then that ass...God help me. Mr. Bell went all the way to the table where my plate of food still sat and the empty champagne bottle.
I hadn’t slept long enough for the drinks to wear off all the way and I was still tipsy. “You didn’t eat all of your food...” It wasn’t a question but an observation so I didn’t say anything. I just sat there in the bed, my breathing finally calm, watching him. Then he picked up the bottle and looked over at me. “Hmm. I thought I said only two glasses...” From even across the room I could see the edge of one brow dip slightly in disapproval.
“I-I was bored. You were taking so long.”
“That’s an excuse, Jillian. I don’t like excuses. And I was in a very important meeting that lasted longer than I had expected it to. Submission. That means you do as I say, no matter how bored you are. Those were the terms of this weekend. Are you having doubts? Would you like to leave?”
I could hardly believe his words. No other “John” had ever been like this. This brute of a male was already demanding and commanding and I’d only been in his presence for two minutes. And I didn’t like the feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to rub it away. I didn’t answer either of his questions, I just stared at him. I wasn’t used to this. At all. I didn’t talk...I just fucked. Unless I was paid to talk.
“Okay...” By the way his jaw twitched, I could tell he was irritated by my lack of conversation. He sat the empty bottle down and finished off his drink before he turned away to the cart. “Have you done anything I’ve asked you to do?” He asked with his back to me. My nerves were easing up and now I was just becoming annoyed.
I clenched my teeth and reached the belt of the robe. It came free smoother than the golden ribbon had earlier in the afternoon and I let it slide off of my shoulders. In the time it took him to make another drink and turn around, I was leaning back on my hands again. The slip was loose enough that I could spread my legs comfortably.
His eyes were fixated between my thighs. “You said you were going to fuck me until I can’t think straight, yet you just keep talking.” I tilted my head slightly and frowned. No, I usually didn’t flash myself at my clients unless it was some special request but he wasn’t a usual client.
The second drink was drunk down quickly and before I knew it, Mr. Bell-if that was even his name-was coming back to the bed in quick long strides. Again, he stopped at the side of the bed so that I was looking up at him again. His eyes narrowed, then scowled. “I didn’t tell you to act like a whore...did I?”
And that was it. I probably would have slapped him but I didn’t even bother. “Wow...” To be called a whore? No thanks. My legs closed and I crawled across the bed, away from him.
“What are you doing?” He asked, the question coming out sharp and demanding. I rolled my eyes as I made it to the closet.
“Leaving.” I barely bent down to reach for my overnight bag when I felt his arms circle around my waist and then I was lifted off of the floor. “Hey! Put me down, you asshole.” I kicked and wiggled in his arms all the way back to the bed but it was no use. He was strong. A lot bigger than me...
He laughed, deeply and I wondered what a smile looked like on his face. “You aren’t leaving.” Then I was thrown back onto the bed. My first thought was ’escape.′ I crawled towards the head of the huge bed but didn’t nearly make it there. Bell had me. My slapping and wiggling continued when he flipped me over and forced my legs open with a knee.
Fuck, he was so strong. “Stop it...stop it before I bruise your fucking ass with my belt.” He growled, glaring down at me, as he easily took control, pinning my wrists above my head and holding them there. Then he kissed me, hard. So hard that I cried under his lips. It was intoxicating. He smelled so nice. Like liquor and expensive cologne. He felt good above me.
Before I could be sucked too far in I bit his lip and he jerked away hissing. “You do not fucking mark me, girl.” I spied a bit of rage in his eyes before he leaned in and bit the top of my breast that didn’t fit into the cup of the teddy. Bit down, sinking his teeth into my flesh and growled. I screamed as tears filled my eyes, threatening to spill from the sides.
When he finally released me, the bite mark was already beginning to bruise, glistening with his saliva. Unwillingly, my hips rolled under his, searching for some friction. “That hurt...” Nothing had ever left my lips so pouty in my life. What the hell was happening? What was this?
The hand of his that was not pinning mine came up and he pulled gently at the gown, one of my breasts spilling easily from the cup. The males mouth hovered over my breast as his eyes rolled up to look at me. “Mmm, good.” Then his mouth sealed perfectly around the taut bud, taking in my entire areola.
He sucked me in hard, flicked his tongue over the surface of my nipple, leaving me to shudder under his mouth. Then he pulled away, taking me with him between his teeth. I moaned when my nipple slipped away. “Are you done fighting me? Or do you still want to leave?” His breath was hot against my wet breast and I bit my lip, shook my head at the last question. “Talk to me.”
“No. I’ll behave, I promise.” Half because I wanted to and half because I needed the money. He came back up and kissed me nicely. Gentler this time. Slower but still demanding. Hot. Until I couldn’t breath and my hands were released.
The kiss traveled along my jaw and down my neck. Up to my ear. “Let’s see you again...” I only had time to blush before he was going down my body, stopping at my exposed breast to give it a flick with his tongue. He kissed over my belly through the silky gown, until he reached my mound and lifted his head away.
Those large, veiny, strong hands pulled the hem up, just above my belly button and in unison I let my legs fall open. He was tall-enough to scale the tall bed with knees on the floor. “Mmmm.” He groaned deeply, hungrily and my blush deepened.
This was the beginning of a very short but fulfilling weekend.
Hello!
I hope you enjoyed the beginning of Beverly’s journey as much as I have enjoyed writing it.
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Hanna♥
