I walked over to the bed, he was already cozy under the comforter. Chris had also cleaned up the place, seeing his briefs now laid down with his clothes folded on my study desk, along with my sari and petticoat, and the living room lights turned off. His face was lit up with him browsing his mobile and the bathroom light, which I turned off into darkness, with a mix of moonlight and parking lot lights sneaking through the blinds.
I was going to sleep with this strange man, who bought my body and ravished me to the fullest. I had spent several nights with my last boyfriend, so this wasn't new to me. I was too tired to think more.
Feeling completely uninhibited, I dropped my towel wrap, shivering under the fan after a steamy shower and hot hair drier. I slid into bed, curling into Chris's large, warm frame, settling into him in a perfect spoon, my back against his chest and his arm draping me with the comforter, protectively over my chest.
I slipped instantly into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Creaky Morning
I was lost in the deepest possible slumber, a combination of sexual satisfaction and total physical exhaustion. For the first time in months, the weight of financial despair had lifted, and the fear I'd felt about going through with my sugar arrangement of selling my body to a stranger had dispersed with intense passion that played in this apartment. I hadn't moved an inch since I fell asleep, still tucked into the comforter, my arms wrapped in the pillow.
Early in the morning, I woke up to the random creaks of the mattress, shaken by Chris's restless shifting behind me. Sensing he was awake, I turned over slowly, clutching the comforter to my chest as I faced him. The morning light was soft, as I saw Chris wide awake laying flat on his back.
"Are you awake, Chris?" I whispered, my husky sleepy voice. "Did you sleep well?"
He looked at me, his expression incredibly kind. "Good morning, Rani. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you again" He shifted again, and the bed gave a sharp, metallic sound. "I slept for a while after our shower; it was easy to drift off with your warm body in my arms. But then this bed started getting the better of me. The springs feel loose, maybe even broken--I remember them making those funny sounds last night." He chuckled. "I'm so sorry," I said, feeling embarrassed. "It's just the furniture that came with the apartment. I know it's not the best." Chris reached out, his hand resting gently on my shoulder. "I know, Rani. This isn't your fault. At my age, you get accustomed to a certain way of living, a certain comfort level."
A bit of my natural mischief returned even in my sleepy state. With a sarcastic curiosity about this man. "I hope I am not the reason for your restlessness, since I'm certainly not a habit of yours yet." I added, looking at his eyes to probe him further "Or is sleeping with strange women a habit you've become too comfortable with? I hope you got your money' worth"
He reached out, looking into my eyes, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a tenderness that felt far more personal than a business transaction.
"Paid sex isn't a habit, Rani, it is an act of my desperation." he said softly, his voice a bit harsh probably from the lack of sleep. "And believe me, last night was spiritual, if I can call that. As we say in America, you are a revelation. I am not a big believer in God, but perhaps he is revealing himself by sending a Goddess in my life, to be cherished and worshiped.", looking at me deeply. "Oh, and the money is for education, not you. This country does need more cybersecurity experts." He smiled and kissed me on my forehead.
"That was a very smart, calculated answer, Chris," I remarked, with a playful pout and stare. "No wonder you're a CEO. You managed to turn my emotional turmoil about our un-holy arrangement into a spiritual compliment." I reached out to playfully mess his hair, "You passed this test!".
I also felt a moment of fear, like a bird in a very expensive cage, wondering when the cunning mind that is protecting me for now might decide to reveal his true colors, or even abandon me. Can I trust the guy who is betraying his queen in his own castle? I decided to take a step back from losing myself to this man. I needed to focus on the transaction and pursue my goals, as I started coming out of my own sensual cave into the real world.
The bedside clock showed it was nearly 6:00 AM. He had to be at his office by 8:00 AM for meeting preparations, which didn't leave much time for a proper sleep. We looked at each other, both still draped warmly in the comforter, and we weren't ready to let go just yet. We decided to try for a couple more hours of rest, settling into a tight spoon position. I turned around, tucked myself against him, still smelling fresh, his steady heartbeat a rhythm against my back, as we closed our eyes for one last precious nap before the world called us back. We lay snuggled on the cool tangled sheets.
Breakfast in Bed
Chris was relaxed now, one arm tucked beneath my head like a pillow. I held his hand with both of mine, lacing my dark fingers through his contrasting large white fingers, feeling the strength of his grip, wanting to not leave his side. His other hand began a gentle journey across my naked skin. His palm was warm, tracing the curve of my waist, the soft swell of my tummy, and the fullness of my breasts before his fingers drifted up to stroke the sensitive skin of my neck. The feeling was beyond the sensual tickle of his fingers, almost like he is trying to calm my inner anxiety, bringing tranquility to my cuddled up body. I felt his breath flowing over my damp hair onto my shoulders.
"Rani," he whispered into my hair. "You are so kind and beautiful, inside and out."
As he spoke, I felt the obvious arousal pressing against the back of my thighs. He started rubbing between the cracks of my hips and my thighs. He faintly sought permission to claim me once more, "Rani, are you ok if I take you again?"
"Uh, huh, yes." I let out a low, needy moan of acceptance, pulling his hand to my lips and kissing his knuckles.
"Don't move," he murmured, his voice with a clear plan. "You've done enough work. Stay just like this." There was a sense of my submissiveness in letting him use my body to be pleasured in this natural, beautiful biological act of creating life. I was feeling safe now, and trusted this man.
Remaining in the spoon position, he reached down and gently lifted my top leg, placing it over his own to open me up to him. I felt the hot head of his cock find my entrance, teasing against my folds. As his arms came back around to tease my nipples with a clear purpose to trigger my sensual juices flowing, becoming more familiar with my body responses.
"Ouch." I sighed loudly as he pinched them. "They're so sore from last night, Chris," I murmured, arching my back into him. I held his other hand and guided it down to my labia. "Use your magic fingers here instead."
He instantly complied, his fingers finding my swollen clit and working with a practiced grace that was getting familiar to me. After his masterful techniques like playing a complex melody on the sitar strings, he felt the gush of my readiness.
I felt the thick head of his cock pressing firmly against my soaking entrance. He positioned himself with a slow pressure, opening me up until he buried his full length inside me from behind. The sensation of being filled from behind while nestled in his heat was also new. This was not a classic doggy style which I had tried. The sensation of him filling me with every inch of our sweaty skin plastered together felt comfortable, as his lips joined to worship my body in his cocoon. He began to penetrate me with a slow pace, shallow but powerful thrusts. My wetness and his precum were providing a comfortable lubrication for my sensitive labia, not having been consumed so many times in a single night.
"Aah, Chris... worship me." I whimpered, my head lolling back against his shoulder and my hands again gripping his right arm under my head which now rolled and grabbed me across my shoulders.
"I like you holding me everywhere. Fill me completely, Chris." The friction of his body against mine, combined with the expert movement of his fingers working my clit, increased the sensations. He began to work me with a rhythm that synchronized with the wet, slapping sounds of heavy pounding of his hips against my ass, mixed with the sharp creaks of the loose springs beneath us and highlighted with the anklets jingling on my leg held up by Chris.
This time, we reached the peak together, a shuddering explosion that left us both gasping. I felt his release inside me as he collapsed against my back. His ejaculation was nowhere close to the night, as I did not feel our juices oozing out this time. My body had drunk all of his source of life. The way his hands and legs then wrapped around me like my sari, made me feel delicate, yet powerful in the way I could make a man like him tremble. Breakfast was fun.
Soon, his breathing evened out into a relaxed state of sleep. I tried to drift off too, my skin slick with a fresh layer of sweat. The comforter had long since been kicked away, leaving us locked in a naked, sweaty embrace, with the brightening morning light of a quiet apartment before the new day began.
New Day, New Life
When the alarm finally brought us back to the reality of our lives, my tension was gone, my body feeling cherished. I looked at Chris, the American knight who had quite literally entered my world to save it. I needed to know that this wasn't just a single night of escapade. I gave my consent for the commitment we had discussed and was seeking his decision. Without a moment's hesitation, his eyes welcoming and kind, he said,
"Done," he whispered against my forehead. "Consider it settled. From this moment on, your success is my responsibility, my Indian queen." He was fully committed.
For now, to seal this life-changing pact and express my deep gratitude, I move to thank him with a final, passionate offering of my body. My yoga routine of Surya Namaskar pose came handy as I climbed on top of him, slid down his body, teasing and holding his ling for a final offering using my mouth. He was very sensitive, and after only a few minutes of sucking on his head with gentle tongue licking, he exploded with his final remaining energy. I drank his final drops of his offering as a physical celebration of the bond we were embarking on.
After he left, I was at my highest level of sexual satisfaction. It was a state of meditative bliss as my dam of building sexual frustration had broken and flooded the thirsty rivers. I remained intentionally ignorant about his flaws, that he is married, a workaholic, who buys sex from women as a commodity.
After Chris left, Mila woke me up, asked me to shower and arrived back for her curious update. After all, she felt responsible for me taking up this lifestyle. I found Mila in the kitchen, starving after her morning bike ride, and I happily shared the large quantity of leftover Indian feast with her. When she asked about dessert, I hinted about my playful use of the mango pudding. "Naughty Rani." She mischievously teased me.
Mila smirked, recounting her own evening. She was prepared for my distress call to dash up with my spare keys in her possession, to save me. All she actually heard through her ceilings were my loud, uninhibited screams, "Fuck me, Chris," along with loud moaning accompanying the sound of the bed frame scraping my floor, presenting my hyper erotic musical in my bed. I blushed, not realizing I had been far louder than I thought. "It has been almost a year for me, Mila." I laughed and shared highlights of the rest of my night of ecstasy.
I also showed her the bank notifications that Chris had given me an additional $2,500 to cover our extra time this morning and for the rest of the month. I playfully asked if I owed her a commission for her "services," she laughed and insisted her payment would be many more home-cooked Indian meals. She gave me a warm hug. "I am loving to see you emerge from an inhibited geek cocoon, caught up in tension, to a beautiful, confident, and sexual butterfly. Enjoy it, I am here for you." I hugged her tight for a long time, with wetness in my eyes, my tears of joy.
I am Rani, a woman who just navigated the tough despair, found a bridge across cultures and generations, strengthening my friendships, while balancing the not-so-righteous values in a risky business, but fully in control of my desires and ambition as I stepped into a new chapter of my life.