The escort who refuses nothing… almost nothing

I was known for saying no to almost anything.
The men who booked me knew this. They paid an exorbitant price for that “almost.” For the feeling that they could ask for anything, and I would accept it… on one condition: that she make me really want her.
The client that night was different.
His message had been brief:
“I want everything you have. No limits. No “no.” Just one safe word. Price doesn’t matter.”
I met him in the penthouse on the 45th floor. When I entered, he was standing in front of the huge window, a glass in his hand. He was tall, well-built, with a presence that filled the room effortlessly. The black suit highlighted his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
He looked at me for a long time, then spoke in a low, calm voice:
— I heard you don’t refuse anything. Is that true?
I smiled slightly, letting my purse fall onto the armchair.
— Almost nothing.
He nodded, satisfied.
— Good. Then undress. Completely. And stand in the middle of the room.
I listened. I took off my dress slowly, letting the silk slide over my skin. I stood naked before him, except for my high heels. He approached and circled me like a wolf sizing up its prey.
His fingers They touched my breasts lightly, moving down my stomach, then between my legs. He felt how wet I was already and smiled.
— You like the idea of ​​not being able to say no, don’t you?
I didn’t answer. There was no need.
He led me to the huge bed. He laid me on my back and raised my arms above my head.
— Don’t move.
He began to explore me with agonizing patience. His mouth moved down my neck, then my breasts, sucking my nipples until I moaned. His tongue continued down, over my belly button, to between my thighs. He licked me slowly, deeply, with precise movements, bringing me close to orgasm several times, only to stop just as I was on the edge.
When I was already shaking uncontrollably, he stood up and pulled down his pants. His member was thick, long, and hard as a rock. He sat between my legs and He entered slowly, very slowly, all the way.
I moaned long. He was filling me completely.
He began to move – first slowly, deeply, then harder and harder. His hands held my wrists pressed to the bed, immobilizing me. Each blow was strong, precise, hitting me exactly where it made me see stars.
— Tell me what you wouldn’t refuse tonight, he whispered hoarsely, without stopping the rhythm.
— Anything… I moaned. Anything you want…
He smiled and accelerated. He turned me onto my stomach, raised my hips and entered again, even deeper. The blows became brutal, delicious. His hand caught my hair, pulling my head back, while the other lightly hit my buttocks, rhythmically.
When I felt I couldn’t resist anymore, he growled near my ear:
— You can finish… now.
The orgasm It hit me like a violent wave. I screamed, my body contracting violently around him. He continued to penetrate me through my orgasm, until he exploded too, pouring deep into me with long, hot moans, holding me tightly against him.
We both stood there breathing heavily, our bodies still joined.
He kissed the sweaty back of my neck and whispered,
— Did you say no to anything tonight?
I smiled weakly, still trembling.
— No… nothing.
He laughed softly, stroking my back.
— Good. Because the night has only just begun… and I still have a few ideas that you’ve never said no to.