Red Lines (sugardaddyashton)

Seven

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WARNING: This chapter gets really dirty... so... sorry

--Danielle 

Ashton’s POV 

After Skylar left I looked around for things I could do for her. The place was immaculately clean already. She must have been doing that for me. Sweet girl.

I already liked Skylar a lot. She is shy and too smart for her own good. That must keep guys away, most men are intimidated by that. Not me. I saw Skylar as a closed, tight rosebud. Lovely, fresh, new…part of me felt wicked for even accepting this job. I didn’t want to spoil her or corrupt her with myself. But I wanted to free her, to make the rosebud bloom and open…slowly…delicately…carefully.

She is so refreshingly different from most women I’ve known.

College girl. Just like her, my girl. Also a smart one, all into books and school. And she blushes, too. My girl used to blush. Not the same way as Skylar does, but it reminded me.

Skylar asked me to say her name today and I couldn’t do it. I wanted to but my throat wouldn’t work. I have never spoken to anyone about it, not ever. How weird is it that a girl would buy me for two weeks and want me to talk out all my problems of my past? Maybe it’s not a coincidence. I wanted to believe that somewhere, up there, someone might have sent Skylar to me for a reason, to help me, to try and reach me.

But there is no “up there” and there is no someone who would care about my pain or future. If there is, where have they been before now? If they wanted to help me now, they were too fucking late.

I checked the time. 1:30 pm. I had to make my call at 3pm so I have a little time. I already called Claire and told her I couldn’t make it into the club tonight.

Tonight was Skylar’s, our first night together.

She looked so scared this morning when I took my shirt off. Poor little thing. I’d have to be less abrupt than normal with this one. I knew that right away. I don’t mind. It would be a nice change taking my time, seducing her, not rushing in. I couldn’t remember the last time I got to move slowly with a woman.

There is a lot to be said for going slow. Most women I work for don’t see it but if done correctly, building up the anticipation, the mystery, the sensuality of exploring and taking small bites first aroused me a great deal. The longer I would have to wait for Skylar, the more I would want her and delight when I could finally have her.

She had told me she wasn’t a virgin but she also said she did it once before and for…33 seconds? Was that a joke? It sounded serious when she said it. If this is true, then she has not really made love before, or had sex, either for that matter. Not good sex, anyway. So I would treat her as if she were still a virgin, I decided. She deserved to start over again. I could be her real first time.

I have been paid by mothers to give their daughters their first time. That part was always a little weird even to me, but most of those times, I had just serviced the mothers and had pleased them so much they wanted to give me as a gift to their daughters. No girls under 18, though. I still have a couple rules I haven’t broken of my own.

The daughters never found out that I was paid to be with them. I had to play the part of being a man they bumped into at the Blockbuster, or set up on a date with her, a son of her mother’s co-worker, some story that got me into their lives somehow.

Buying me for their daughters was their way of ensuring safe sex, that I always practice, and sometimes to tear them away from some loser boyfriend that wasn’t treating her properly. And also, to give them a wonderful and sensual first experience.