Ash

Jesse grinned broadly at me as he dumped the sheets into the hamper. As he passed the shower on his way out, he leaned in and slapped my wet ass playfully. While we had done a good job of keeping things professional at the office since we'd returned from our time at his family's farm, once in a while, little intimacies would slip out.I loved it.

His family had taken the news of our engagement joyously; fully accepting me into their family, and excitedly offering suggestions for the big day. When we returned to ourlives in the city, everything was the same as it had been previously, yet somehow, everything had changed.

Jesse would be graduating in a few months, and we found ourselves savoring the fact we got to spend so much time together before he moved on to an internship and I had to find a new assistant. We both knew we'd have to start the search soon, but for the most part, we avoided the topic, delaying his departure as long as possible.

He leaned against the glass wall, making a show of looking me over, clearly enjoying himself.

"Your new guy is the biggest dude I've ever seen." he said humorously.

I chuckled and flipped wet hair in his direction, splashing him. "You've seen you right?"

He rolled his eyes. "How am I supposed to know what his dick looks like while he's in a waiting room? I mean the rest of him. He has to be 6'7' and 300 lbs. How do you even work with someone like that? He's going to crush you."

I laughed. "He's not going to crush me. I'm sure he can handle himself just fine."

Jesse jokingly shrugged. "If you say so. But, if you get crushed, can't say I didn't warn ya."

"Duly noted." I laughed again as he turned and made his way to get the room ready for my appointment with a man who was apparently a giant.

When I entered the waiting room a few moments later, I was shocked to find he hadn't been joking. The man was truly huge.

I offered my hand as he stood. "Jake?"

He simply nodded and shook my hand nervously.

I let my smile soften further and motioned to the open bedroom door. "Shall we?"

He smiled awkwardly once more and started toward the bedroom. When we entered, I gestured to the pair of wingbacks and small table that held water and tea as I shut the doors behind us. He took the seat closest to the doors, and I settled in opposite him.

"So," I smiled courteously,"Do you use consorts often?"

He finally spoke. "This is my first time actually."

I nodded. "Well, I like to think you're in good hands. You were referred by Mike Jensen correct?"

He simply nodded.

"I've known Mike for years, and we have a very good professional relationship. How do you know each other?" Mike was a long-time client, but as I only took new clients by referral,I always liked to know a bit more about how they came to me.

"We've worked together for about fouryears now. Been friends for two or three." He was soft spoken, and succinct.

"Great." I kept my tone soft, attempting to put him at ease. Many people were nervous about their first time with a professional. "Is there something in particular that brings you here today?"

"Not really, I guess." He shook his head. "I have a hard time meeting people that want what I want I suppose."

"And what is it that you want?" I questioned.

"I'd like to ride you. I want to bottom, but I want to be on top." He hesitated a bit. "If that makes sense."

It was unusual for someone to seem so nervous and yet be forthright about their desires, but it was refreshing.

"We can absolutely do that."

Although I was nothing but professional with him, internally I laughedat what Jesse would think of that arrangement. I might actually end up crushed.

I stood and slipped out of the black robe, giving him plenty of time to look me over. I could see him hardening through his pants. Good. This should go well. I offered him a hand, but instead of taking it he leaned down to get something out of his small bag. That was common. Many people brought their own drinks or lingerie,sometimes even toys. When he stood, however, he was holding a pair of solid metal handcuffs. They were certainly not the fuzzy toy kind.

I furrowed my brow. "I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding. I don't do bondage. It's clearly stated in the contract you signed, and my assistant always makes sure to mention it on the phone during scheduling as well. If you'd like, I know a couple of good consorts that do work with those needs, and I'd be happy to give you their information."

He looked a bit surprised, but instantly set the cuffs down on the chair he had vacated. "I'm sorry. It's not something I need, I just thought maybe…" He trailed off a bit. "But I'm completely good without it. Mike said you're really great at what you do."

I nodded and offered my hand once more. As he took it, I leaned up to brush my lips over his. He moaned and his body shuddered. He was incredibly responsive. I slipped my fingers under the hem of his shirt, only parting our kiss to pull it over his head. His huge chest was clean shaven and well defined.

As our lips played and I unfastened his pants, he lost some of his nervousness and his need quickly became apparent. As I slid his pants and briefs to the ground, I wrapped my fingers around his length. He wasn't very long, but he was thick and large veins ran under silken skin. He moaned and trembled at my touch. Hesitantly, his fingertips reached out, pulling back from my kiss to watch as he stroked me.

"Can I?" he asked as he took my wrist to move my hand away and replace it with his own, wrapping both of our hard, leaking cocks in his massive fingers.

"Whatever you'd like."

He groaned and tightened his grasp, crushing our cocks together and stroking them hard and fast. His head fell back, and I felt his knees weaken a bit as he lost himself in the sensation. I let my fingers trail along his hips and ribs as he stroked us.

Only when he finally slowed did I lean in and brush my lips along his collarbone before stepping backtoward the bed.He released his hold and followed me as I made my way onto my back. His eyes were glassy, and his body trembled with need as he crawled up to kneel over my hips. I slid a condom on and covered myself with lube quickly. He clearly wanted to be in control, but I didn't know when he'd last done this, and I silently hoped it had been recently. I didn't want to hurt him.

He seemed to have little interest in kissing or touching, which happened quite often with new clients; they had needs they wanted fulfilled but weren't necessarily ready for that type of affection with a stranger.

He moved fast, lost in his desireas he reached between us to hold me up, settling my swollen head against his twitching hole. He remained upright on his knees, placed his hands on my chest, and began slowly sinking down. I settled my hands on his thighs, letting my fingers dig gently into his skin. I didn't want to distract him from the sensation he was so clearly enjoying, but I wanted him to know I was engaging with him.

His eyes closed and his head fell back as he slowly lowered himself. His eyes never opened, and when his ass finally met my hips, he groaned deeply and began to rock. He kept me buried deep as hewrithed, punctuating his movements with loud moans each time my length pressed against his prostate.

I rocked with him, matching his movements, keeping my fingers tight on his thighs. He rode me for a long time, paying little attention to anything other than his slowly building pleasure. We had to be nearing the end of his hour by the time he started moving faster and more erratically. I thrust up to meet his movements and he cried out. He was nearly there.

Without warning, one of his hands slid from my chest and closed tightly around the base of my neck.

I clutched at it. "No. This is not something you can do here." I said, almost in a panic.

He didn't listen.

I'm not sure he even heard. His other hand came up to join it and they both tightened their grasp.

I grabbed frantically at his hands, trying to pull them away, strugglingto roll him off of me; to get out from under him, but he was larger than me, heavier than me and I wasn't able to shift away. I gasped for breath and tried to scream at the same time, knowing it was useless in the soundproof room. The pressure around my throat increased. With one final effort I pressed my feet into the bed and launched myself toward the headboard, reaching for the emergency button on the side of the bed. My fingertips brushed it lightly, but I didn't feel it depress as darkness closed in.