#timothy bryce

You arrived at Patrick’s apartment late in the evening, it hadn’t been the first time, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. You didn’t particularly mind being called this late, but Patrick wasn’t like other customers, he had rules. 

No fishnets, no black lingerie, no exaggerated makeup, he basically had you dressed as a virgin each night. Even when you dressed to his rules he still made you take a bath, before dressing again. It was tedious to say the least, but he paid generously, and wasn’t bad in bed, so you couldn’t complain. 

You stood outside his apartment door, gently knocking against the wood. Before your fist could lower the door swung open. Usually when Patrick opened the door he was dressed in an expensive suit, no matter the time of night, with his hair neatly combed to the side. But now as he stood before you his hair was in disarray, he only stood in white boxers, and his chest was heaving. 

You knew better than to say anything, simply slipping inside past him. Your hands slid down your legs, removing your heels at the door, before hanging up your coat and purse. 

You found the bath water already awaiting you, sliding in you found the water still hot. Patrick lingered in the doorway, watching as you brought the sponge over your skin. 

You knew the rules, clean yourself completely, then dry yourself with the towel on the left, before grabbing the opposite of the Bijan, slipping it over your lingerie. 

You found Patrick on the edge of his bed waiting for you. You lingered in the doorway for just another moment before coming to stand in front of him. 

“ On the bed, lie down. ”

Your hands reached for the tie keeping your robe in place. Slowly the robe slipped down, falling to your feet. You crawled onto the bed, laying down on your stomach. Patrick always had you in the same positions, so it wasn’t hard for you to assume it was one of the three.

To your surprise he grabbed you, flipping you onto your back. His eyes locked onto yours, the intensity he normally displayed had softened slightly. 

He sat back on his heels, reaching for your panties, tugging the silk fabric down your thighs, tossing them over his shoulder. His hands moved down, pushing down his boxers, letting his hardened cock spring out, hitting his abs. 

He tore open the golden magnum wrapper, rolling the rubber down his shaft. Wasting no time, his hips rutted forward, sheathing himself deep inside you. 

Your eyes rolled back, nails clawing at the sheets that lay under you, another rule of Patrick’s, don’t touch him or his hair during sex.

Confusion filled you when rough thrusts didn’t follow, but slow, deep thrusts did. His hands were clutching your hips with bruising pressure, instead they caressed and soothed the skin. 

His face came to hide against your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses, sloppy and wet against the skin. You could barely find pleasure in the moment, too confused by his sudden neediness. 

Hands slid up the bottoms of your thighs, pulling them up to lock around his waist. One of his hands grabbed your wrist, yanking it up forcing your hand into his hair. 

Your fingers moved with uncertainty, slowly combing through the locs, tugging lightly when he slammed into your cervix. Each thrust earned a creak and groan from the bedframe beneath you. Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling Patrick’s lips trail down to your breasts. His hands reached up, tearing your silk top off, letting your breasts spill out. His lips found your nipple, not biting or gnawing as he usually did, but instead sucking slowly, as he palmed the other one. 

His eyes were locked onto yours like he was testing what reaction you’d give to every new touch. His hips pushed deeper when a loud cry left your lips, his tongue swirled around your nipple when your body arched into him, it was like he was analyzing you. 

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After Patrick finished, he rolled off of you, his chest heaving, face reddened, and hair messy. His hands slid down, sliding up his boxers. 

Laying beside Patrick you caught your breath, taking in your torn top and panties. As you did every night when he was finished, you slipped off the bed. 

Your feet hit the cool floor, but you were stopped from leaving. Patrick’s hand had darted out, locking around your wrist. 

“ Stay the night. ”

Nodding softly you slid back into bed beside him. 

You didn’t cuddle, or speak, just slept beside one another until morning. 

Patrick had woken before you, leaving you to sleep alone in the bed. He took care of disposing of your torn clothes, laying out a fresh pair he had purchased days prior. Leaving your money on top of the clothes. 

You slipped from the bedroom, wearing the clothes Patrick had laid out for you. Your bare feet padded across the cool flooring, moving to grab your coat and purse. 

You noticed that Patrick had paid double your hourly rate, your fingers sliding across the bills before slipping them into your purse. You bent down, picking up your heels, slipping them on, before reaching out for your coat. 

You heard the bathroom door open, just as you readied to leave. Patrick came out, freshly showered, and shaved. 

“ We need to talk. ”

“ Okay. ”

You walked from the door over to the sofa, sitting across from Patrick. 

“ I come to see you quite often, and the money I give you is quite a generous fee, but I’d like to make you an offer. ”

“ What would that be? ”

“ Let me be your only customer. ”

The offer sounded fake, Patrick, you’re only customer? You knew Patrick preferred you over other girls, but making you his private girl sounded incredulous.

“ Patrick.. I can’t afford not to see anyone else. I mean you only call me every few nights. ”

“ It would be more often if I was your only customer. ”

Thoughts jumped around before you came to an answer.

“ Okay, I’ll see you tonight. ”