8 I want you to touch me

Sofie has given Philip permission to touch her. It was her most recent uncharacteristically reckless decision, in a long string since meeting Philip. Her biggest one yet was not leaving after having successfully installed the security cameras.

Philip slowly rose from his armchair. Her breathing increased as he approached. His eyes on hers and a wicket smile on his lips. It was like sitting in a roller-coaster cart; slowly climbing to the top. Ra-ta-ta-ta-taaa. The thrill was inevitable. She had already committed to it. But was she looking forward to it? Or did she want out?

With her heart racing, she watched Elandra's most handsome and experienced escort sink to his knees in front of her. His face was inches from her's. She could feel his breath on her skin, minty and warm. Instinctively she closed her eyes and leaned in. Her body treacherously betrayed the burning desires within. There was only so much self control to go around and she yearned for him, ever since their first kiss. Her lips burned in anticipation of his touch.

But the touch never came. He did not kiss her. His lips only lightly brushed her cheekbones and hovered over her ear.

"I have other plans", he whispered; his words tingling the sensitive skin of her earlobes and sending shivers down her spine.

He positioned himself between her legs and slipped his hands under her thighs. With one firm tuck he slid her body towards him until their middles met. The sudden movement drew a small gasp from Sofie's lips but quickly transformed into a soft moan as their groins connected. She could feel his hard length and the vibrator that was still wrapped around it.

To steady herself she rested her hands on his forearms, as she gazed into his eyes. His liquid honey melted in her green emeralds and the world started to fall away around her. Nothing else existed as she let her hands slide down his flanks, feeling the strong muscles that connected his broad torso to his waist.

Despite the fabric between them, his body felt as intimate and exciting as if she was touching his bare skin. She leaned forward to give her hands more room to explore. This subtle shift in posture rubbed soft breasts against his chest. He inhaled sharply at the sudden sensation.

Her fingers moved down to his buttocks and she traced the pronounced dimples on the side connecting the gluteus maximus to his legs. He growled in objection as the member between his legs twitched to life.

Instead of pulling back, he stated his own offence. He opened her legs further and trailed along her inner thigh with the back of his hand. Heat spread along the trail and carried forward like embers in a wildfire setting her sex ablaze without him having touched her there yet.

She let go of his body and leaned back. A small part of her brain acknowledged his skilful manipulation. But it did not matter. She dove head first into the wave of desire crashing over her as his fingers finally reached her epicentre. She moved her hips forward to give him better access.

He lightly brushed across the flimsy black fabric that separated her burning flesh from his touch. She could feel the warmth of his hands come though. It was teasing and left her wanting more. But he made no attempts to take it further. He just lightly brushed across the lace of her panties and created small torturous vibrations. Like eating fairy floss, which melts to nothing with every endorphine-triggering bite.

"I want you to touch me," she bit out.

A victorious smile crossed his lips as he finally pushed the fabric to the side and let his meticulously manicured fingers glide through her folds. Her intense wetness instantly reduced the friction of his skin, making his touch furiously unsatisfying. As if he could read her mind he swiftly wiped his fingers on the inside of his palm and the stroke of the now dryer fingertips made the nerves at the top of her vee explode with pleasure. Within seconds he made her climb precariously high. A sensual moan tumbled from her lips.

"You are so responsive," he mumbled in wonder. Seeing her in front of him like this made him almost get swept up in her desire.

His touch was paced to make her soar but not to find her release. She was floating in an unfamiliar altitude so charged with electricity that the muscles inside her started cramping from the absence of a lighting rod.

"I need more," she rasped.

He slipped a finger inside her warm wetness. It was less than she wanted but good enough to massage her aching muscles within. He let his finger move in and out, pressing his palm firmly against her pleasure centre at the end of every stroke. He knew exactly how to make her body sing and it was so effortless.

"Yes... like... that. I'm close."

He slowed the pace. There was so much more he wanted to show her. So much more of his expansive repertoire for her to experience. And above all he wanted to have more time with her. He was not ready to end it just yet. To let her walk out after her orgasm, just like a regular client. Because, Sofie would not be coming back.

"No, keep going." she insisted oblivious to his conflict.

His nostrils flared as he let out a sharp breath. He had to let her go.

He let his eyes glide over her. He wanted to remember this moment: Her palms against the back of the leather couch to press herself into his hand. Her back arched from the desire ricocheting in her body. Her eyes closed and lips wet. Rattled by the intensity of her emotions.

He shut his eyes for a second to steady himself before executing her command. He steadily picked up the pace, circling his fingers against the spot he knew would tip her over the edge efficiently. Her moans got louder and shivers rolled through her body as her climax took her.

Feeling the muscles milking his finger he instantly regretted not having taken it further. The vibrator was nothing against the sensation gripping him now.

Slowly Sofie floated back to earth. She opened her eyes to find Philip still kneeled between her open legs. He smiled at her warmly. His handsome face was slightly flushed. The magnitude of the quake he had unleashed in her had certainly been large enough to rattle them both.

As the afterglow slowly subsided, Sofie felt the sharp claws of a budding addiction sink themselves into her mind. She wanted more of this.

But this was her last visit and she did not have the means to pay for more. Sampling his wares, if ever so briefly, had already set unrealistic standards for her future.

He took his seat again, launching against the chair as if nothing unusual had taken place between them.

"Thank you, for…" She paused, unsure how to call the intimacy they just shared. But she left the sentence hanging when she realized from the look he gave her that it had only been a service for him.

"My pleasure, Miss Carter."

Clean and distant. Just like he was trained.

So this is it?

"Are you giving me the YubiKey then?"

She too could switch back to pure professional conduct just like.

"Have you held up your end of the bargain, Miss Carter?"

"I think it was close enough. It certainly is not my fault that you wanted to cut your part short." She could not keep the sour tone out of her voice.

"'Close' doesn't count in my profession, Miss Carter. And I gather neither does it in yours." A sharpness had crept into his voice. "If your intention was to use the vibrator as the shortcut to our agreement, then you were sorely mistaken."

"I accept that, Philip. But we will have to come to some arrangement."

"I don't think we have to, Miss Carter." He swallowed. He was annoyed. "I don't know what you think of me and what I do. But I like my life. I get to talk to interesting accomplished women every day. My job pays well. And I am good at what I do."

Sofie could still feel the endorphins circulating in her body, he was more than just 'good at his job'.

"Giving information to you," he continued, "jeopardizes all of this. And so far, you have not given me anything to build trust. So, Miss Carter, I think the ball is firmly in your court."

The truth of his statement hung in the air between them. She was not used to dealing with informants that were her equal in scheming and deception. She never had to build true trust before.

"Who are you really?" he tried, extending an olive branch. He obviously wanted to share his secrets about MP Kerry. He needed someone to take her down. But he was not desperate or naive enough to trust just anyone. "What are your goals? And do you know what the risks are for what you want to achieve?"

Sofie remained silent. She had all the information he wanted. But she was used to operating alone. Trust goes both ways. And so far, the gigolo had not convinced her either that treating him as an equal was beneficial or necessary.

She stood up abruptly and extended her hand.

"Well then Philip, it seems we will be parting ways here."

Sofie could not wait to log into the security camera to watch his evening engagement. It would eventually reveal his weaknesses even if seeing him be with another woman made a small part of her screamed with jealousy.