the sound of it, she welcomed.
After a few long moments of bliss, she stopped our kiss and sat up, holding my thighs at the knees as she looked down at me. Her eyes were practically black now, her beautiful skin flushed. I knew her body so well after spending so much time photographing her, commanding her to pose at the drop of a hat, touching her and leading her body for the perfect angle. So I knew this was real, that she really was attracted to me.
I felt like I could fly.
With teasing patience, she pulled down my pajama bottoms and tossed them, along with my panties, onto the floor, and with love in her eyes, she went down on me, watching me with a hunger I wanted to imprint onto my soul.
She ate at me as though I were a precious delicacy. Taking her time, finding what I liked, driving me fucking crazy.
When I came on her mouth, I held her face in my small hands and pulled her up, tasting myself on her lips as she ravaged my mouth.
“Mia, Mia, so beautiful,” she whispered, lifting my shirt and sucking on my nipples. I tried to reciprocate, but she pushed my hands away, saying I was all hers this time.
This time.
She showered my naked body with kisses, and when at last I giggled, she looked up at me, her face thoughtful and content.
“What?” I stroked her cheek.
“Just… surprised, is all. Things like this don’t happen to me very much.”
Frowning, I let out a breath. “I know. I feel the same way.”
“This… agrophi…. Whatever—”
“Agoraphobia.”
“Yeah, that. Is there a cure?”
“Yeah.” I let out a breath. “But it takes a lot of work. And courage. I’m not ready yet…. Too scared,” I admitted.
She sat up and leaned back, taking my legs and placing them on her lap. “It’s hard doing the things we know we need to do, isn’t it?”
I nodded, wondering where she was going with this.
“I was planning on leaving before my pimp comes back. He’s gone out of town. I can’t stay here anymore.”
“Leave, like move away?”
“Yeah.” She absently rubbed my socked foot. “I hate him. I hate his hold on me. I’ve been hooking for several years. Fuck, I always swore to myself that I’d never work for someone. I’d heard too many stories about pimps. I knew better. But when I came here a few months ago, I was stuck. I had absolutely nothing. I saw no other way, so I joined his girls and now he owns me.”
I didn’t know what to say, what to offer. Yes, I lived my life ruled by fear, but at least it was of my own making. I still had control, no one ruled me. I couldn’t imagine living like that. It made me scared for Devon. It made me see red, too.
“I think I know the guy you mean,” I said after a few moments. “TJ or JR something?”
She nodded. “TJ.”
“I’ve hired some of his girls in the past. But they don’t ever come a second time. It’s been, gees, about a year or so. Wait,” I said, grabbing her hand. “Does he know you’re here? That you’ve been doing these shoots for me? Oh Devon…”
She looked at me and gave me a wry smile. “Nope. And he won’t. Like I said, I was planning on leaving, taking my money and getting out. He’ll never know.”
“God, Devon, you can’t—”
Her fingers touched my kips, ordering me to be quiet. “I know the risks. But I can’t stay, Mia.”
I thought for a second, then moved her hand, kissing it. “Let me help you. You can—”
She pulled away. “No way. I’ve got this.” Her voice softened then, making me feel warm inside. “Thank you, though. But I can’t. I have to do this on my own and get far away from here. Plus, I don’t want him near you, Mia.”
I nodded, not at all convinced with her assurance in herself and what this man was or wasn’t capable of. But I wasn’t about to argue with her, not when we had just shared what we had. Devon was like a wild pony and spooking her into running away was too easy to do. I wanted her to stay for a little bit longer.
“Just be careful. I… care about you.” My voice dropped, my eyes on her lips.
“I care about you too, lady. I got this.” Then she leaned over me again and kissed me soundly, and all chance of talking more on