Thorne rubbed his face against Dash’s cock, which was still trapped behind his pants. Then he rose high on his knees so he could suck Dash’s nipples; they were as hard as Dash’s cock was now, as hard as Thorne. He wanted to turn around and offer his ass right then, but that would be too easy. What he wanted from Dash was far more complex. He sat back on his heels. “I didn’t mean to do this. I was going to talk to you.”

Dash shook his head as if trying to clear it. “Neither did I.”

Dash sat on the couch and invited Thorne to join him. “Do you remember your question now?”

Question. Thorne had to think. “Yes. I know you’re supposed to claim your prize from last week’s wager. Could we delay that? I’ve had a hell of a week, and I have some specific needs tonight.” He’d had those needs the week before, but he’d been too much of a coward to admit it. “I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy them.”

“Watching you come like that, when you didn’t think you could, hearing you beg for it while telling me how to get what I wanted, what you wanted too, that was prize enough for me. Tell me what you need.”

“I lied to you,” he said. That wasn’t at all how he’d meant to start.

But rather than looking annoyed, Dash simply inclined his head with a wry smile. “That’s not uncommon. Most clients are less than completely forthcoming.”

Thorne squeezed his hands into fists to keep them from shaking. Why the fuck was he so nervous? He’d hired Dash, after all. He’d never had any problem telling other escorts about his needs. “Sometimes, I do need a dom, but I’m not into pain, not serious pain, anyway.”

“I can work with that.” Dash laid a hand on Thorne’s thigh, right by his crotch. It was all Thorne could do not to grab it and press Dash’s long fingers against his dick.

“You can?” The words came out strangled.

Dash teased Thorne’s inner thigh with his fingers, and Thorne spread his legs automatically, giving him better access. “Tell me more about what you need.”

Thorne started to speak, but Dash’s fingers were driving him crazy. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations his teasing created.

Abruptly, Dash stopped and pulled his hand away. “You’re not talking.”

Thorne pushed himself off the couch. “Did you really expect me to concentrate when you’re touching me like that? Would you like a drink?”

Dash smiled. “No, thank you. I never drink when I’m with a client.”

Thorne had forgotten that was a policy the service set for the safety of all their escorts. “You had wine at Bavaria Haus.”

“I wasn’t really working then.”