The Escort Boss and the Forbidden Man

It was past midnight when the door to the luxury apartment opened silently. I was standing by the panoramic window, a glass of red wine in my hand, looking out at the city lights that sparkled like scattered diamonds. I was wearing a long black silk robe, loosely tied at the waist, barely hiding the outline of my body.
He entered and paused in the doorway, staring at me. He was tall, well-built, with the air of a man who knows exactly what he wants… and what he shouldn’t want.
“I shouldn’t be here,” he said in a low, almost hoarse voice.
I smiled slowly, turning to him.
“I know. You’re my most important client… and yet, you’re the forbidden man. Married. Powerful. Untouchable to anyone else. But to me… you’re just a man who paid a lot of money to spend the night with the head escort.
I put down my glass and approached him with slow, calculated steps. My robe slid open with each movement, revealing a strip of bare skin.
He swallowed hard as I stopped just inches away.
“Why me?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
“Because I like danger,” I whispered, lifting a hand and running my fingers over his tie. Because you’re the only customer I’ll ever let touch me… unless I tell you to. And because I know how much you want to order me around… even though I’m the one who orders everything.”
I undid his tie slowly, pulling it away from his neck. Then I began to unbutton his shirt, one by one, without hurry. His chest was warm, the muscles tense under my fingers.
“You’re used to being in control, aren’t you?” I murmured, pressing my lips to his neck. At the office, at home, in the marital bed… But here, tonight, I’m the boss. I decide when I breathe faster. I decide when I moan.
I gently pushed him towards the couch until he sat down. I climbed on top of him, my knees on either side of his hips. My robe opened completely, revealing to him that I was wearing nothing underneath. My full breasts almost touched his chest, my nipples already hard.
He tried to grab me by the waist, but I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the back of the couch.
“No. Not yet,” I said with a commanding smile. First… I want you to feel how wet I am just because I know you shouldn’t be here.
I rubbed myself against him slowly, letting my wetness slide down the fabric of his pants. He groaned, his head falling back.
I slowly lowered myself, undoing his belt and pulling his pants down. His cock was already hard, thick, throbbing with desire. I stroked it with long fingers, then leaned down and ran my tongue slowly from base to tip, circling playfully around the sensitive head.
“So hard for a woman you shouldn’t want…” I whispered before taking him deep into my mouth.
My movements were slow, deep, controlled. I could feel him pulsing against my tongue, trying to hold himself back. When I felt he was close, I stopped and stood on top of him again.
“Now… you can touch me,” I allowed.
His hands immediately cupped my breasts, squeezing them lustfully, his fingers pinching my nipples. I went down on him, slowly taking him in, inch by inch, until I had him all inside me. We both moaned at the same time.
I began to move rhythmically, my hips rotating in a slow, sensual dance. He held me by the waist, pushing himself into me deeper and deeper, harder.
“Fuck me like you’re mad you can’t have me whenever you want,” I whispered in his ear, picking up the pace. Like I was your darkest secret.
Our breaths quickened. The sound of skin hitting rhythmically filled the room. I rose and fell on him with force, squeezing him inside me with every movement. My breasts were bouncing in front of his face, and he was cupping them with his mouth, sucking them with desire.
When orgasm hit me, I arched my back, a long, intense moan escaping my lips. My body was shaking violently around him. He followed me almost immediately, exploding deep inside me with a guttural moan, holding my hips tight as he emptied himself completely.
I sat on him for a few long minutes, my head on his shoulder, breathing heavily.
Finally, I whispered in his ear, with a small, dangerous smile:
— Next time… I’ll make you beg me to be my forbidden man again.
He stood up, dressed in silence, but before he walked out the door, he turned and looked at me longingly.
— I’ll be back.
I smiled, still naked on the couch.
— I know.