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AFTER A WHILE, I LOST track of my orgasms.
“I can’t,” I had to whisper eventually, my body still trembling with the last ripples, my inner muscles quivering. “I’m so tired . . .”
I had no idea to whom I was talking. Without a way for me to know who was in the room, how many of them were there or who was in charge, I spoke into the void. As soon as I had voiced my desires, however—or even before that—all of them had been fulfilled.
So, it didn’t surprise me that the gloved hands did not resume their dance on my body with my last sentence. Instead, two strong arms lifted me from the padded surface where they had put me.
Boneless, I leaned against the cool, hard plates on the chest of the one holding me.
Not just helmets. They seemed to be wearing full body armour, too.
Even weirder, but that much more exciting.
Everything about this night was exciting, even if it seemed strange. And most of it was unexpected. Listening to Tanya’s recounts of her sessions did not fully prepare me for this experience. I knew I’d be pleasured, and I could reasonably expect to be brought to orgasm. However, I had no idea it could be done with so much care and attention.
It seemed they anticipated my every need before even I was aware of it. These men seemed to know what I wanted better than I knew it myself.
Here I was, heading out into the unknown, thinking I could use some intense, head-against-the-headboard fucking. And what I got was an incredibly sensual night of mind-blowing sex.
There hadn’t even been any actual fucking involved—no intercourse, not even penetration with a vibrator. Just the caress of dexterous hands and the expert use of toys.
Yet I had enjoyed it so much more than any of my previous sexual experiences. I had no idea how many times I’d orgasmed. After the first time, it all seemed like one endless ocean of ecstasy, with waves of various length and intensity, from sweet ripples to crushing swells of bliss.
Afterwards, the armoured man carried me somewhere that sounded like another corridor, then placed me on yet another padded surface. Someone tucked a soft blanket around my naked body.
“You can stay here as long as you need,” Andras’s voice came from a distance.
I was fairly certain he was not one of those whose hands had just brought my fantasy to life, just as he was not the one tucking me in right now.
His voice, always polite and even friendly, otherwise sounded detached and impassive, making it hard to believe he was personally involved in anything that happened around here, beyond coordinating the logistics. In fact, if I didn’t see the man with my own eyes in the car, I would have easily believed he was not a man at all but just a disembodied voice.
“You can sleep if you wish. We’ll take you back in the morning.”
“No.” As tired as I was, staying the night in this place had never been my intention. Despite the pleasant experience, I did not feel comfortable enough here to have a relaxing snooze. “I’d like to go home now.”
Clutching the blanket to my chest, I made a move to get up, but it wasn’t easy. I didn’t feel dizzy or incapacitated, only deliciously tired in every bone and muscle. Sleep tugged at me, and the blanket seemed to weigh me down, luring me back to the mattress.
With an effort, I sat up. “I need to go home.”
“As you wish,” Andras agreed. “We’ll help you get dressed.”
By we, I now understood, he always seemed to mean all of them as a group, for there was no way the hands that reached for my blanket and then started putting my clothes on me could have belonged to him, judging by the distance from which his voice came.
For me, unable to see anything from behind the blindfold, there was just his voice in the room and a pair of someone else’s hands that followed his orders.
Before I knew it, my stockings were rolled up my legs, my underwear was pulled up my hips, and the hooks of my bra closed at my back.
All of this was done in a quick and efficient way. The occasional brush of the gloved fingers on my skin felt nothing like it did earlier. Whoever was dressing me, obviously had no intention of causing further arousal.
Once my jacket was on, zipped up to my chin, the armoured man lifted me up again and carried me outside, then placed me inside a vehicle.
I must have dozed off as soon as the car began to move, because when someone’s hand lightly shook my shoulder and Andras’s voice softly called out to me, I had no recollection of the actual drive back to the city.
“We’re here.”
“Already?” I mumbled, trying to get my bearings with the blindfold still around my head.
Andras untied it, and I blinked, squinting in the faint light from the street outside the car windows.
He sank back into shadows before I had a chance to take a good look at his face, remaining but a backlit silhouette in the dark interior of the car.
“Thank you for coming tonight.”
‘Thank you for making me come.’ The thought made me smile inside.
“Do you still insist on forfeiting your payment?”
“Absolutely.”
“Can we hope to see you again?”
Again?
Flutters of anticipation took flight in my stomach at the opportunity to repeat tonight’s experience.
“I—I’d like that,” I replied.
“Next week then?”
“A week? No,” I protested, in an attempt to curb my cravings. Even though I felt like I could do it all over again just after a few more hours of sleep, I reasoned I needed to space the sessions out, lest they take over my mind and my life completely, like a bad addiction. “Next month?” I asked instead.
“Very well. We’ll see you in a month.”
The door on my side magically opened on its own, and I got out. My legs felt like cotton. Stumbling up the few steps leading to the door to my stairwell, I punched in the code and stepped inside. Through the narrow strip of glass in the door, I watched the car leave then leaned with my back against the wall.
Everything that happened tonight was surreal to the point that it would have been easy for me to believe it was all just a dream—if it weren’t for the sweet ache of thorough satisfaction in my body and the lingering sensation of the gentle touch of strangers’ hands.