My First Client Pt. 4 - Ben books a longer session with Christina but she wants to be more than just a client (Patreon)

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Sarah looks at the screen before smiling and looking inquisitively at me. 

“Miss Gomez? As in Christina, your first client?”

I raise my eyebrows, giving her fair warning, she knew I didn’t like getting into more personal details at work. She knew this was business. 

“Yes, the same. It’s business Sarah you know this.”

“Of course, it’s just business. Enjoy your evening Ben.” She smiles meekly and flings her coat on, jingling her house keys in her hand before. “Catch you tomorrow.”

I nod and watch her leave, straight into a blustery swirl of leaves and sidewalk debris spinning around her, the New York weather was turning, Winter was firmly on the way. Taking a quick toilet break, I sigh deeply, it was just us two all alone again just like that first time and what was worse was I don’t think I can keep my hands off her for more than a few seconds this time. 

As I go to walk back into the massage room I hear her sweet voice ringing out behind me. 

“Hey Ben. Long time no speak.”

I turn around to meet her dressed in a big fur coat, white scarf and a cute bobble hat battling the elements one layer at a time. She is as breathtaking as the first time I met her, her skin still a luscious brown, her lips puckered and her eyes dazzling against the backdrop of the reception. 

“Long time indeed. It’s good to see you Christina.”

She shuffles forward a little bit more, sheepishly eyeing the ground and tapping her feet with the same nervous and infectious energy that stole my attention all those months ago. 

“I got a job at Vogue and just do the modelling part-time now. Got a promotion early, looking to write more and more articles. You know, climb the ranks, maybe control New York City one day. Nothing too ambitious” She slides into the ambitious in just the perfect way, it was these little subtle moments that stirred the fires of my heart. 

“I didn’t know you were a writer, that’s great, I’m glad you’ve found something you’re more passionate about.” I roll my sleeves up unconsciously, my mind already wandering to what I was going to do with her on my table.

“If there’s something I like, Ben, it’s passion, you know that.” I keep her gaze focused, burrowing into her eyes as they shine like diamonds against the reflection of the lights overhead. Tension was building fast, I couldn’t take it much longer.

“Follow me in.” She complies and I feel her hot on my heels. We go into the room and I light a couple of candles on the way, feeling my way back to the jojoba and grapeseed oils by the table. “You know what to do right?” 

She hooks her coat up by the door and steps out of her heels. With each layer she looks back at me as I lean over the table, splaying my muscles for her under the bright lights. She strips her fluffy and wooly jumper off before carefully unzipping her jeans and revealing some stunning red lingerie. Her beautiful hips shape her pert backside beautifully, perhaps even better than before, she’d clearly been working out hard at the gym. I want my hands on her as fast as possible. The t-shirt comes flying off just as quickly as she lays all of the clothes on the nearest chair. I can tell something is on her mind already as she walks over to me swinging her hands clasped in front of her together. Licking her lips she flings her hair away from her eyes. 

“You know, I wonder what you would look like in a suit Ben? Dark navy suit maybe, or just a classic grey one, I think you’d be rather dashing actually.”

“Thanks, I think I’d look more like a kid on his first day of school actually...but always worth a try.”

She laughs and tuts. “I don’t believe you. All men can look better in a suit, it is just a matter of getting the right patterns and the shape.” 

“Want to feature me in Vogue?”

“I should someday but I don’t know if I want you to be any more famous than you are already becoming.” 

My eyebrows arch quickly. “What makes you think I’m becoming famous?”

“Ben, please I saw Erica Martin’s Instagram story yesterday, she was practically glowing, I know that look, she’s your client isn’t she?” Christina stops just slightly in front of me, her eyes travelling from my mid-section to my lips and back to my gaze. 

How the hell did she know? I can’t help but smirk a little, refusing to let up my blistering stare back. 

“She is, but that stays between us in this room.”

“Of course, you know this girl can keep a secret.” Her left eyelid winks at me.

Right, I wasn’t so sure.

“Take your bra off and lay down for me, face first, good girl.” I see her get visibly happier. 

“Mmm, I wish you would talk like that to me more Ben, you’re a lot sexier when you get aggressive and demand what you want. Can you help with my bra?”

Shaking my head, I walk behind her and move her hair to one side, a million bursts of different scents filling the air next to us. She’s wearing a different perfume than last time, it is rose-tinted, very floral but it compliments her perfectly, an intriguing preview to the rest of her body. Looking over her shoulder as I unclip the bra, our lips linger closer but we pull away at the last second as I try to keep the session on track. 

“Thanks.” She puts the bra down by the side of the table.

I let her elongate herself on the table and get comfortable on top of the towels. The sides of her breasts splay out slightly over the edge and she keeps her hips raised to me.

“Ben I think I want to be very bad with you today, I can’t help myself. You get me in a mood I can’t get away from.” I wasn’t going to allow her to get too wild in here, she would have to follow the rules like the rest of my clients.

“I’m going to have to tie you down again aren’t I?”

She nods.

“Good job I came prepared.”

Pulling the handcuffs out from under the table I circle to the front of her, my stomach level with her head as I quickly lock her hands to the legs of the table with two different cuffs. 

“Let’s get a pillow under you.” She raises her backside for me and I slip the nearest one underneath her hips to elevate her more, to give my hands the perfect angle to work with and to make her feel just that extra bit more submissive. 

I keep her pinned with one hand whilst strapping her ankles to the table with single-column ties. I’d learnt from last time to have my rope on hand, for the more difficult or argumentative clients like her. She wriggles to no avail, face down and compelled to follow my instructions.

“Hmm, I think a blindfold might be necessary too.”

More murmuring from her as I grab my silk scarf from home, just by the coat rack. It is a deep jet black colour and I tie it around her head nice and tightly, leaving her no way to wiggle out of it. Her breathing gets heavier, her nose and mouth sucking in more and more air each time. 

“I’ve decided you need a longer session today. A bit more teasing, you don’t get your pleasure until I say you do. I get to do whatever I need to you.” 

She bites her lips, the blindfold creasing as she tries helplessly to fumble around in the handcuffs and ties. Her head wrestles with the top as she desperately wants to see me but this time she was going to have to learn to wait.

Spilling the jojoba oil on my fingers and across my palms I rub them together furiously, warming up my hands and cracking my knuckles to get loosened up, still wearing some of the aches and tiredness of the plane journey on me.

Running down her back in smooth motions, I hear her first murmurs as her skin moves rhythmically with my hands, it feels burning hot in my grip, the sweet brown tones of her angelic body look just right under my busy limbs. My mind goes back to the sensation of running the oil across her breasts and her stomach, massaging her nipples between my fingertips and I start to get harder and harder imagining all the dirty deeds we could do together. 

“I’ve missed this a lot Ben.” Smiling, I feel her muscles and joints in her shoulders and lats relax even more. Beginning with firm movements to her back, I work to settle her down more, caressing the top of her backside and oiling every inch of her I can.

As I move down her body I slide my slick hands across her muscular and athletic thighs going all the way from just below her knees to the top of her thighs and hamstrings, I let my fingers drag upwards to her delicate flower, teasing around her upper thigh before draping my finger against her panties, the first drops of moisture flowing through the material onto my hands. She’s already so wet, so hungry for what I’m about to do to her.

“You’ve been thinking about this for too long today haven’t you? Look at you down there, such a wet little girl for me.”

I pull her sopping panties down her legs until they are at breaking point by her knees, she wriggles and murmurs even more as the pads of my fingers trace a long trail to her pulsing core, letting her react to every touch as I get closer to inserting my index finger inside her bursting seams. 

The rose-tinted perfume hits me again in waves of erotic enticement, the warm oil mixing with the sweet scent of her wetness and the overpowering bloom of the flowers. My index finger continues, all the way up to just a mere inch away from her down there.

I begin with incredibly slow and even strokes between her legs, dabbing her moist anticipation against her lips and tongue so she can taste how excited she is for me. 

“No backchat today Christina. I’m in even less of a good mood than last time. There are strict rules you have to follow in here if you want to be my client.”

She stays quiet but I can sense the mischief brewing up inside her. It was impossible to keep her quiet for long. She wasn’t the kind of woman who was easily subdued. 

Continuing the circling motion on her I feel her buck her hips against my hand and the pillow harder and harder, urging me to rub her faster but there is no rush. I ease up the pressure as she moans with a quick draw of frustration. 

Angling my fingers down inside her, I make a pulling motion, flattening them against her walls as she groans and lets me know her approval. My fingers brush through her trimmed hair, liquid beads of pleasure lining my tips. 

“Ooh Ben, just like that, I want it like that.” Her teeth bite down into her lips as she grinds her opening against my hand, clenching her backside to get more traction.

“Shut up, now. What did I say about the backchat? Am I going to have to teach you to behave first?”

My palm cracks her left cheek with a firm strike as she jumps a little in the restraints, trying to re-position herself comfortably as my left hand keeps gently squeezing and rubbing just around her engorged clit. There was something very appealing about getting her backside all red and bruised, a visual treat against the messiness her moist slit was spilling onto my big hands. 

Oil runs down the middle of her back intermingling with the first signs of sweat, just as much pure nervousness from Christina as the building temperature in the room, the heat from both our bodies sticking together. She’s getting incredibly wet between her legs, there was no controlling her, my hands get stickier and stickier with each second my fingers go in and out, in and out, each sound uttered from her mouth turning me on just that bit more. She starts to groan and grind her teeth as I refuse to let up.

“Ben, you make me want to do things I really shouldn’t, can I have you inside me? I know how big you are, you can’t hide it from me.” Her hands clench and reach as far as they can in the cuffs, trying to grab onto my legs but I dart around to the other side of her, unfurling my jeans.

My belt comes off my jeans and I lash her with a quick stroke, her body spasming as she gasps with some shock, her lungs trying to steal whatever air they can as shuddering whimpers leave her. I administer two more slaps with my hands, the first patches of red staying permanently on her. 

“Behave. There are rules.”

Her oil-covered body writhes on the table, sliding against the towels as her continual excitement spills onto her soaked inner thighs and dribbles just below her on the pillow holding her back in the air for me.

“Good girl, that’s better. Don’t squeal too much.”

A few lighter slaps keep her focused and more red blots appear on her heart-shaped bottom. I could keep doing this all day, I could never get tired of looking at her from behind.  

My fingers slide over her throbbing clit effortlessly as she groans much louder with every few seconds of pressure being increased from my hands on her swelling. 

Her voice is cracking with each movement of my fingers, I can sense her getting closer but I have to deny her. There was too much fun in teasing, too much power and control to just let her erupt too easily.

“Ben please, I want to.”

“Don’t cum Christina. Don’t you dare.” 

“Oh Ben, oh my god, oh my gosh.” Her legs start flailing in the binds and faint screams are leaving her as she slowly gushes over my knuckles. That was enough, this was going too far too quickly.

I take my fingers out and let her come back down just before she is about to climax, there was no way she was getting off within the first twenty minutes. 

“You work me up too well, I can’t hold it.” She pleads, agony lining each syllable. 

“I tell you when, you don’t get to decide anything on this table, do you understand me?”

I whip her with the belt again, keeping one hand inside her, my fingers spreading out inside her opening and eliciting cute spasms from her. Her breaths continue, choked and muffled. 

“Yes Ben, I’m yours, you know that, I’m your first, I’ll always be your first.”

Nodding meekly, she rests her head on her right shoulder, panting to allow her raging core to settle down from the near eruption I took her through. This was going to be a long evening for us both.

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The hour flies by as I continue to edge her mercilessly, bringing her closer and closer to the point each time, but this wasn’t about her, this was about submission, I had far too much control to let her get anything too easily. 

“Christina, you’ve been a very good girl for me, I’m pleased with you, I’m going to push my fingers inside you very quickly and you’re going to have to beg for me, I tell you when you can get what you want. Understood?”

She lies there depleted, her energy sapped from the ninety minutes of play with her. I check the Rolex, as 7.30 ticks by and I grab her throat with one hand, beginning to thrust harder with the other, pounding her down into the towels and muffling her gasps with my driving hands.

“What do we say?” I’m always going to be in charge here, I want to hear her beg till her lungs are sore. 

“Please, please, Ben, please, fuck, oh my gosh, I’m going to explode. I can’t hold it anymore. Please, keep going till I...” Her pleading is more sincere than ever, on the verge of tears, it was enough edging for her, she deserved some reward. I could be merciful.

“You’ve been very good for me.”

I pump my left hand in and out of her more vigorously than ever as my right hand stays clamped to her clit, my fingertips moving at lightning speed. Her bruised and torn backside buckles as she yells at the top of her lungs. I continue punishing her backside with sharp strikes, my fingers ploughing her against the table. She is pinned, helpless to stop me and there is only going to be one conclusion. 

“Oh gosh, oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” She starts sobbing gently as her reward finally comes. It starts off quiet, as she strains for several seconds, before she crescendos into an impossibly loud and violent eruption of pleasure, Her knees crease inwards towards each other, our bodies engulfed as her legs try to clamp me into her. She moans over and over as the ties struggle to hold her to the table, her arms involuntarily pushing the air in every direction they can. “Oh my gosh, Oh god, oh god, Ben, fuck.”

Words finally fail her as she flops until she lies quietly for me, her chest working harder and harder to get oxygen back into her system. Sweat drips down her upper back as I gradually let my fingers out of her.

“Christina, you were so good for me. I think you’re always going to be my favourite client.”

She remains face down in the blindfold, arms motionless, gasping and bleating as the lights blare down from overhead and the oil drips from my hands onto her aching body one drop at a time.