Jocelyn Adler - Bad Penny (Smart Sexy Nerds)

Chapter one

W hat do you want? I asked him softly, wanting to hear it, wanting his voice in the muted dark.

I want you. His breath hitched as I made an inquiring noise, and his chest jumped with itthe muscles stretched tight and long where he lay on the bed, hands pressed flat against the massive Victorian headboard. I want you to touch me, he said, and I ran a gloved hand over his chest, then dug my nails into his side.

The soft light of the moon came in through the windows, and a dim lamp in the far corner tinted one side of him gold. He was panting lightly. I stood next to him, one leg kneeling on the mattress, one on the floor. I wasnt touching him with anything but my gloved hand. Still, his body arched as I stroked his chest and pressed fabric-dulled nails into his pressure points. His hands moved, arching, with the fingertips still against the wood. I removed my hand, shifted away.

You dont have permission to touch me, remember? Keep your hands on the headboard. There was no indication hed let go, the arched hands were from involuntary muscle contractions, but I said it anyway. I didnt trust men to remember instructions, but I trusted this mans kink to follow them. He would keep his hands on the headboard.

The way he shifted to keep his hands flat...it filled me with a rush of anticipation. Power. I had power over this man, and it was safe for me to have it here. He and I both had wristbands on, with panic buttons wired in. The buttons kept me relaxed, in control. They made it safe for both of us.

Even without the wristband, Richard would probably be fine. He wasnt one of my clients who liked to be dominated, and then dominate at the last minute. I had a few of those. I enjoyed them, but they made me nervous. He didnt try to hold out against using his safe word, either. Tonight would be the first time we had sex, and the rush of something new excited me and made me nervous. It made me hyper-aware of his reactions.

He was easy to read, happilysomething that may have come hand-in-hand with his willingness to use his safe word. A lot of clients came to me badly trained, unwilling to say when theyd had too much. When we start out like that, it takes a long time to trust them. Both kinds of client made me glad that I worked out of this club, with a buzzer for security that sometimes made me feel like a little old lady. I bent over to bite his shoulder, and Ive fallen and I cant get up! flashed through my mind. When I sat up and examined the mark Id left, my attention snapped back to Richard, refocusing on his body below me. He was gripping the headboard as hed been told, and his lean, runners body was laid out for me to enjoy and to hurt. It would be better for both of us if I stayed in the moment. This was my job, but it was also a giftone I shouldnt insult by allowing distractions.

And who could be distracted for long? This man was a miracle, like all of my clients. His muscles were sinewy, his shoulders compact and leanlike The Flash from the comic books with Prince Charmings face. His cock was hard and straining toward his bellybutton and it was already my favorite part of him. A part Id seen before tonight, but hadnt played with as much as I wanted to.

Ironic that he kept himself in such disciplined, tight shape, and yet the thing I really cared about was the one part he couldnt exercise into a shape he liked.

I touched it gently, running my gloved fingers from the plum-shaped head, down the bi-colored shaft. It jumped in response. He was cut, and you could see where his foreskin would have rested by the flush of his erection.

You shaved, like I asked you to, I said, my voice quiet.

Yes, Mistress, he said, using my default title. I dont care what they call me, as long as theyre respectful. Mistress Penny is standard. And his voice was respectful, almost reverent. That tone delighted me, and made my body list toward him. And tonight, I could finally indulge my own body, and take that beautiful cock inside me. Id been seeing Richard for a year, and in that time wed explored his desire for punishment. Every aspect of it, aside from the sexual part.

Tonight, wed start on that, too.

The anticipation was killing me. I rode that anticipation as I looked at him, feeling myself growing wetter, thinking of what Id do to him later.

I kept my voice soft. You understand that Ill fuck you after your discipline session, on my own time, and only if I feel like it. Hed heard this before, but in the past, it was slightly different. Id say Ill only fuck you on my own time, if I feel like it, and were not there yet . And then I would hurt him until he was achingly hard, and leave him alone to handle it himself when I was done. The half-familiar words were making him squirm.

Though sexuality was part of my work, and Id touch him in the course of it, I knew the law. The club was smart enough to hire a lawyer, to have a standard disclaimer, and to train us all on its use. San Francisco PD had set up a sting on S&M sex workers in the early 2000s. It hadnt touched us, but we were all still paranoid about it. I was very clear with my clients about what they were paying for, and what I was giving them freely.

I understand, Mistress, he said, and my throat squeezed tight for the next question. Paradoxically, my pelvic floor muscles squeezed tight, toomy body knew these steps, knew this dance, and wanted me to hurry up with it.

Would you like that? If I wanted to? Wed talked about it after prior sessions, discussed his limits, and he knew tonight was probably the night. I was still half-sitting next to him, on the bed. My gloved hand was wrapped loosely around the base of his cock. The question almost felt like a joke.

Clients were strange sometimes, though. Id had men, and women, too, who would get close to sexual dominance, and then back away. It was rare, but I wasnt going to force anyone over that line. Id never fucked him before, and he was welcome to change his mind. I had to give him the space to do so. Consent is crucial, at every stepbut he looked lovely, and lonely, and a little desperate with his hands still on the headboard, and I really wanted him.

His breath hitched when I asked the question, and I held mine until he answered. He was my last client of the night, and he looked delicious. Every inch of him, delectable. And I felt like Id been waiting for him for so long.

Yes, Mistress. You can do anything to me. I want it. I think he was aiming for steady, stalwart. Instead, he was breathless, like a girl faced with a prom proposal. My throat relaxed, while the rest of my body felt flushed. I stroked my hand over him and he shuddered. I felt something in my chest vibrate in response.

Yes. Thank god. I would fuck him tonight.

I climbed onto the bed and straddled him, my silk dress riding high on the sides of my legs. I moved so that the material of the dress covered his cock, so I could feel it press firm against my pussy, but he couldnt feel how wet I was getting. How wet I still was, in reality, from a session earlier that day. The meathead before Richard was satisfying to beat, but did nothing for me sexually. Id seen Sasha earlier, though, and her tongue was a wonder of the modern world.