Sexy as Hell Box Set by Harlem Dae

picked you up.
    “I think you’d better take me home, don’t you?” I laughed lightly. “Otherwise we might have a falling out.”
    I buckled up.
    After he’d done the same, he looked at me. “Take you home?”
    “Yes…”
    “Oh, it’s just that I thought…” He frowned, pursed his lips.
    “Thought what?”
    “Nothing,” he said. “I didn’t think anything at all.”

Chapter Nine
     
    Today I decided I’d visit the coffee shop to browse for men who might feature in my future. After all, a month never lasted long in my life, time always zipped by, and making sure I had a new toy to play with once Victor was gone would pass the hours until I saw him this evening. Of course, there were always the customers I could take my pick from, but I’d always felt mixing business with pleasure wasn’t the done thing. Julie had indulged on occasions, and from what she’d told me she’d had a high old time of it, but it had always left her wanting. It seemed the men who paid to watch her flog herself didn’t quite have the balls to flog her in the same way or with such violent tendency. The poor woman was destined to be left wanting in that regard.
    Victor had dropped me off last night without saying anything during the journey, and I’d taken it that he’d been mulling things over, processing what he’d seen and how he’d felt. It was a shock to the system, being dragged out of your vanilla life and into something a little more risqué, I knew that all too well, so I hadn’t spoken either. I’d had a moment where my stomach had seemed to plummet when I’d thought about him calling it off—but that was only because I didn’t like to see things unfinished. Nothing to do with him as a person or having a proper relationship whatsoever. But then I’d thought about what he’d said before we’d left the car park. He’d assumed we were going out, hadn’t he? Thought the evening wasn’t at its end.
    Now, I felt quite smug about that revelation. That he’d wanted to spend more time with me—or if it wasn’t that, he’d maybe wanted a bit more cock action. He’d possibly entered the greedy phase, on a par with when you’ve gone without something you didn’t know you liked, tasted it, and suddenly there was an abundance of it, ready for the taking. Ready for gorging on. That I-think-I-know-everything man had discovered that he didn’t know the half of it and was eager to soak up more experiences. My little sponge. That boded well for the coming month, and all the naughty things I had in store for him would see the light of day.
    Still, it hadn’t hurt to tell him to take me home. Keep them keen, that was the order of the day. Deny them what they wanted and they’d play right into your hands to make sure you gave it to them. And yes, I wanted him in my hands, every last beautiful inch of him. In my cunt, too, but there was no rush. All good things came to those who waited.
    It was cold again, and in contrast to the pleasant heat of my car, the brisk, chilly wind seemed to have it in mind to drive me back home. Instead, I allowed it to shunt me into that coffee shop, and I pushed open the door with relief to be in the warm. I’d dressed much as I had when I’d met Victor—casual chic, nothing fancy, nothing too revealing, my hair loose and spilling over my shoulders—and made my way to the counter. I scoped the place out as I strode, noting two men sitting alone and that they didn’t catch my fancy. They were good-looking enough, I’d give them that, but neither of them ignited that spark, the one that let me know that the minute I ordered them to lick my cunt they’d be down on their knees in an instant, tongues out.
    I smiled to myself. I’d thought Victor would have taken me up on that offer, would have sworn to it on the day we’d met that he was a self-assured bachelor who was into kink and had it in him to do anything I asked without being coerced.
    How wrong I’d been.
    I ordered an