The sound of the ambulance sirens jolted me awake. My name is Earn, Earn Sanithada to be clear. The humid temperature in my apartment kept me awake. Dawn had hardly broken, but I sit up to reach for the glass of water by my bedside table. Only to catch a glimpse of the stacks of unpaid bills ranging from electric to my mother’s hospital bills. Which seems to have accumulated more and more as the days go by. Groaning at the thought of how I’m going to pay off everything I bury myself beneath the covers, futilely reclaiming a few more minutes of sleep before my shift starts at the cafe. The only thing I’m looking forward to is going out with Susie and Engfah but that’s not till this evening after my dinner shift at my second job.
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While catching up with Susie and Engfah regarding my debts and never ending bills. I was surprised to see a woman watching me from the far end of the bar. Stepping away from the conversation, I smiled at her, trying to figure out if I’ve seen her before. Although nothing about her rang a bell, my interest peaked at her intense stare. Smiling back, she gave me a nod and then beckoned me over. Curiously, I came as if I had no free will. I was just so instantly drawn to her. She was very attractive, out of this world handsome even, and I feel like she’s a bit older than me. I can also see that she’s a little bit shorter than me, long black hair, a killer smile that stirred something inside me. Her ultra confident air made me think she was successful in life, but mostly it was her attitude that drew me in. She was wearing a white suit that just cuts off on her waist, showing a bit of skin.She acted as if she already had me in the palm of her hand and for some reason that excited me, but I can’t deny that I was nervous as I approached.
“What are you drinking?” she asked, placing her hand possessively on the small of my back as I joined her at the bar. It was a bold move, and she didn’t pull it away after I’d taken a seat next to her. I could feel her warmth through my thin blouse, and I think that’s when I slowly started going crazy. Her hand casually curled around my waist, waking up body parts I never knew existed. The firm, confident, hold told me she was not afraid to take charge and although I’d never felt a need for it I feel like , I liked it way more than I could have anticipated.
“Tequila,” I answered, swallowing hard. Her eyes were so dark, and they seemed to pierce right through me, to read every inch of desire that had been buried deep for years. “Tequila. I like that,” she said, licking her lips as she stared at my mouth. “You’re kinda hot, you know that?
“Right.” I rolled my eyes, knowing there was nothing sexy about the way I looked, but the comment still made me feel slightly feverish and caused an ache to form between my thighs. My ash blode hair was pulled back into a braid and I was wearing jeans, Nikes and a plain, white blouse. Coming straight to the bar right after my shift. I can’t say I look attractive in what I had on for work, let alone consider myself ‘hot’. My work lanyard was still hanging around my neck as I turned to her, giving away my name. She tugged at it, pulling me closer, and I let her.
“Earn.” The way she said my name coming from her mouth I think I gasped for a brief second as she pulled me closer to her enticing lips. Her breath was on my face as she looked deep into my lust filled eyes. “Earn, would you like to come home with me?” Even if I’d wanted to resist, my whole body reacted to her voice, her strong grip and her words in a way that was entirely new to me. No one had ever left me shaking on my feet just by using words alone, and honestly, I was fascinated.
“For what?” I asked, quietly cursing myself for sounding so dumb. I looked around to make sure no one was listening in on our conversation. There would be a lot of gossip if my friends knew I was flirting with a woman. No one here knew about this part of me.
“Don’t play innocent, with your beautiful brown-boba eyes, you know exactly what I mean.” Her tone was dominant as she took my drink from the bartender and handed it to me. “I want to f*ck you, Earn. I want to make you feel like you’ve never felt before.”
“I don’t think so.” My words didn’t sound one bit convincing, but I said them anyway.
“Also I overheard your conversation with your friends. I know you need money. I’m willing to pay how ever much for a night with you.” She paused and smiled at me and God, I swear, in that moment, I melted.
“A million baht” I revealed confidently that she won’t agree for that crazy amount of money.
“You’ve got a deal. I’ll go get my car. I’ll see you in 10 minutes outside.” It was a more of a command rather than a request, and after the way my body reacted to her only moments ago, how could I say no?
I’m still not sure if I’ll go through with this as I stop in front of the door of her huge mansion and hesitate. No wonder she can throw a million baht just for one night. Does she do this often? It’s not too late to turn back, I think to myself. I don’t go into strangers’ home and let them have their way with me. Instead, I tend to play it safe. I date women I meet online, more out of boredom than anything else, and the dates sometimes turn into relationships. I usually feel suffocated after a while and become distant which eventually drives them away. Before I have the chance to change my mind, she unlocks the door, and she looks back at me giving me a look that tells me she knew I’d bite.
“Shower first.” she says, never taking her eyes off me. Before I can take in my surrounding she’s leading me to what appears to be her master bathroom. “You can shower there.” She pointed me towards the bathroom.
“Thank you.” She puts her hand on the small of my back to push me through the bathroom door.
“Everything you need is there. Give me a shout if you need anything else.” I just nodded in reply.
When I finished my shower I came through the door. I can see her sitting on the sofa facing the floor to ceiling windows looking out of her back yard where I can see the glimmer of the pool. She’s wearing a plain white shirt and it seems that, like me, she’s just had a shower.
“You’re finally done.” She whispered turning around to look at me.
“I am.” Has she been waiting for me? Did she sense my hesitation? My fear? Strangely, that thought arouses me even more as I step inside her room.
The room is spacious and luxurious, and I wonder what she does for a living. We never got past the brief introduction at the bar before she offered her indecent proposal which I apparently was happy to accept but right now, I kind of like the mystery of not knowing. She leads me through the short corridor through her closet, and we end up in the bedroom that is decorated in neutral tones and rich fabrics. For someone so mysterious and dominant I noticed the items in her bedroom are placed in pairs. The enormous four-poster bed dominates the left side of the room and on the right is a lounge area, with two sets of sofas big enough to comfortably seat six, with a co*cktail bar next to it. Long, silk cream colored curtains are open on either side of the floor-to-ceiling windows and, even though it’s unlikely that anyone will see us up here, I don’t like the feeling of being exposed. The lights are dimmed to perfection and there’s a cooler with two bottles of Champagne and two glasses on one of the mahogany nightstands. I can feel her presence behind me and hold my breath as she inches closer.
“Are you okay, Earn?” she asks. Her voice is low and sultry.
“I think so,” I whisper.
“What’s your name?” I ask, thinking how ridiculous the question sounds. I didn’t know her name an hour ago and I’m still here, but I want to know.
“Call me whatever you want.” The answer lingers in my ear. Her lips are against it, warm and wet, as she wraps an arm around my waist from behind. It’s almost tender, but when she pulls me closer against her, I can feel her need a desire that is so strong, it is nothing short of carnal. I almost go limp in her arms as I try to remember to breathe. There’s something hard pushing against my backside and I freeze for a moment when I reach behind me and feel a silicone dild* poking against my ass. My heart races in my chest, knowing what’s coming.
“I’m going to f*ck you.” She breathes heavily into my ear as she speaks and all I can do is nod. I feel her hands roam over my silk clad breasts and when she gropes them possessively and kisses my neck, a throaty moan passes my lips. I have no experience with strap-ons. A rather boring country girl like me doesn’t tend to be adventurous in bed, but even though I’m a little apprehensive, there’s nothing I want more right now. The black lace panties I put on from her drawer in the bathroom are soaked from my juices, the excitement of this moment causing a pool to form between my legs, and I need her to rip them off me.
“Then do it,” I say, and I even surprise myself but I turn around to face her. Her eyes darken as she leans in to kiss me and my craving for her grows to explosive proportions when she parts her lips and claims me with her tongue. It’s so intense, so incredibly sexy that I squirm as our mouths melt together into a wild kiss. I reach up to run my hands through her hair. It’s still damp from her shower she smells of vanilla with a hint of regret. Her lips pull into a smile against mine as she backs me up against the wall and presses herself hard against me. Having her body against mine sends a powerful rush through me, and for a moment, I’m afraid I’m going to explode from the pressure against my centre.
“Darling, tell me if you want me to stop,” she whispers, then takes my mouth again in a kiss that leaves me dizzy and so turned on that I can’t even think straight.She’s a great kisser deep, possessive, passionate.
f*ck.
Just like I imagined, she slides a hand under my robe. I nearly come just from anticipation alone and many unspoken questions start to run through my mind.
How does she do this? Why do I feel like I’m about to climax already? Is it just the thrill of being with a stranger and if so, why haven’t I tried this sooner?
The muscles in my legs tremble and I wrap my arms around her broad shoulders to help me stay up as she traces the inside of my thigh upward with her fingers, she then gropes my dripping centre and squeezes me hard. I let out another moan, louder this time, and it seems to inspire her. Her other hand reaches behind me to undo the knots of my robe. When I took it of it, I’m only wearing the black lace lingerie set. Even with my eyes closed now, as I try to compose myself and catch my breath, I can feel her watching me. I know she can smell my excitement, can see it from the way my chest heaves up and down abnormally fast like a trapped animal. And I know she’s enjoying this.
Before her hand reaches into the front of my underpants, I give her an almost invisible nod, letting her know I want nothing more than her hand there. I gasp when her fingers slide through my drenched puss*, exploring me. Her touch feels shattering, explosive and so right, as if I’ve been waiting for it all my life. She moves down and dips inside me, just a little, never taking her eyes off mine. They’re darker now, deep near black and the longing I see in them doesn’t lie she wants me just as much as I want her.
“f*ck, you’re so wet,” she says in between breaths. I know I am. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before. Her other hand unclasps the bra I was wearing and she yanks it off me, the lust written all over her face as she tosses it behind her. She takes in my small breasts before her lips mold greedily around my taut nipples. They are hard, so hard, and the contact with her wet and warm mouth makes me suck in a quick breath as my puss* clenches around her skilled fingers.
‘This is not me,’ I think to myself. ‘This is not like me at all, following orders.’ But I still do it. I crave it. On unsteady legs, I move to the imposing bed, fall back on top of the covers and watch her come toward me. The black dild* is sticking jauntily out of her robe, but it doesn’t frighten me anymore. Tonight, it’s an extension of her and even though she’s a stranger, I can sense she would never hurt me. She just wants to make me feel good, like she told me earlier, and I believe her. I know she gets off on this, I can see the desire in her eyes. The fire in mine must be visible too because she gives me another smile. By now, her approval feels like a reward and it’s so sexy that I hardly dare to look as she takes hold of my underwear and slowly pulls them down my legs. Her lips part for a split second as she looks down on me and I see a throb in the vein at the base of her neck, but she quickly regains control, takes off her robe and lowers herself on top of me. I shudder as I feel her body, her warm skin, her soft breasts as they press down on mine. I can’t say that I’ve had my fair share of good sex, but this is a whole new sensation and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Aroused is an understatement. All my senses are heightened, I’ve never been the type to do any hallucinogenic but this must be what it feels like cause every nerve ending I have are on high alert to the point that they’re oversensitive.
She spreads my legs apart with her thighs and runs a finger through my wetness again, teasing me as she licks my lips and wedges her tongue between them, kissing me in the most sensual way. I’m aware of the liquid desire that has gathered between my legs as she slowly pushes a finger inside of me, then adds another one. I’m wet and throbbing and almost delirious when her thumb brushes over my engorged cl*t.
“You’re so tight,” she mumbles against my mouth, and the comment makes me squirm underneath her. She retracts her probing fingers while her lips stay locked with mine and places the silicon shaft between my legs, then hooks her arm under my knee and lifts it, before she slowly eases herself in, little by little. I moan, then hold my breath and moan again, louder. I clearly need this, I need her right now, and that’s crazy because I don’t even know her name.
“Are you okay?” she asks again. There’s something strangely attentive about her voice. Something that wasn’t there a minute ago when all I heard was pure, lecherous desire.
“Yes,” I say, pulling her in closer. Her weight feels perfect on top of me as she fills me up, stretching me, and I’m trying hard to stay in the present because it’s so easy to slip into ecstasy. I want this to last, and I want to remember everything tomorrow. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust, every look. Her thumb parts my lips and she studies my face while I wallow in pleasure. I suck her fingers into my mouth and a flash of satisfaction hits my core when I hear her moan too. It drives me wild. My legs wrap tightly around her hips when she starts moving in and out of me, slowly at first, then faster as I buck my hips, my body begging for more because I’m already close. So close. Just as I’m seconds away from losing myself, she pulls out of me and shakes her head, giving me a teasing smile.
“Not so fast.” She lifts her hips and steadies herself on her knees, making sure not to touch anything below my waist because I’m so sensitive that even the slightest pressure will make me come. “I want you to beg for it. You can’t come until I tell you to.”
I look up at her with disbelief because I’m throbbing and so desperate that I’d probably offer up a body part for her to continue. But her teasing is also incredibly sexy, and I can’t deny that I like her being in control. “Please, can I come?” I ask through ragged breaths.
“No.” She tilts her head and catches my hands as they travel down her waist in an attempt to pull her closer, then pins them above my head. “Not yet.” Her mouth meets mine again and I know she’s close too. I can feel her trembling despite her outward appearance of self-restraint. Arching my back, I invite her to move to my breasts and she instinctively does, sucking at my nipple. It feels so good that I buck my hips against hers, seeking something, anything.
“Please f*ck me and make me come,” I beg once more, and this time, she seems to give in to my lewd request as she moves back up to my mouth and slowly enters me again with the strap-on.
“Yes, Darling.” she says in a hoarse voice as she starts f*cking me deep and hard.
“Come with me, Earn.”
It’s all it takes to send me over the edge. Her hands catch mine again, lacing our fingers together. For some reason, that simple action feels more intimate than anything I’ve ever done, but I don’t care because a storm starts brewing in my lower abdomen, sending waves of ecstasy through my entire body. I feel high, euphoric, I’m glowing, and I cry out when my walls contract around her. My head falls back against the pillows and I can feel her eyes on me as I almost drown in bliss. Instinctively, my hands want to reach for her face and draw her down into a kiss, but she’s still holding them in her tight grip when she reaches release herself and climaxes with a loud cry. I love the sound of her letting go.
“Kiss me.” I’m breathing fast, barely able to get the words out. She releases my hands, takes off the harness, and almost tenderly, wipes a strand of ash blonde hair from my forehead. I’m sweating and so is she I can taste the salt on her mouth as she brushes her lips against mine.
As my body starts to relax, I wonder what the hell just happened. ‘Who is she?’ I lace my fingers through her dark hair and pull her into a slow and lazy kiss, cherishing her taste while I still can. “What’s your name?” I mumble, because now I can’t seem to stop obsessing about it. “Lada,” she says, and I don’t know if she’s lying or not.
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My lack of sleep is wearing me down today, as I sit in hospital reception with my mother waiting to get her result from her doctor. I get lost in my thoughts for a moment.
Secretly, I’m hoping I’ll see her again, though, and the flashbacks of last night are seriously distracting me. Her hands all over me, her mouth on mine, her body raging with need as she came on top of me. Perhaps that was the highlight of my night, hearing her curse my name. I wish I’d tasted her, because now I have a raging thirst that needs to be quenched and it’s all I can think of.
I couldn’t sleep when I got back home, still a little freaked out by my behavior. She didn’t ask me to leave, but I felt awkward staying after everything. Before I left she asked me for my bank details after she called me a cab. She said she will wire me the money in the morning. True to her words when I woke up at 9am. A million baht was deposited to my account. I’ve never seen so many zeros in my life. My gosh. This is mine now.
But why do I feel bad she sent me this money? Leaving in the middle of the night, exhausted but extremely satisfied. I guess satisfied is an understatement, as I could probably live on the memory alone for the coming years. Despite my fatigue, I feel like a different woman, like I’d found a key to some secret place inside me that I didn’t know existed. As much as my sexual awakening thrills me, it also makes me question many things. For years, I thought I knew myself on a sexual level, but I clearly didn’t. Why did it excite me so much when she told me what to do? And why do my thoughts keep telling me that I want to do it all again? That I want to give myself to her, to be consumed over and over?
“Miss Sanithada.” her voice jolted me.
“My name is Fahlada Thananusak, I’m your mother’s doctor.” Her casual tone takes me by surprise. I stare at her and I wonder how many women she’s had in her thrall before me. Hundreds? Does she do what she’s done with me every night? Pick someone who looks desperate enough to do what she wants and pay them to keep quiet? But gives so much satisfaction in return? I’m not sure of anything anymore but listen to her talk. Hoping and praying to spend another sinful night with her.
”Hello, Doctor”
