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Dick squirms, anxiety swelling in his chest as he stares at the innocuous front door. He’s not sure why he’s here, he’s never done anything like this before, never imagined that he’d ever do something like this. He’d been complaining about his rather lacking sex life to Jason - something he’d never normally do either - and Jason had rolled his eyes and pressed a business card into his hands. He still remembers the smirk on Jason’s face when he’d said ”Just give her a try.”
Dick’s never solicited a prostitute before. He’s never really needed to. He’s more of a relationship kind of guy if he’s honest, but after his last break up he doesn’t think he’ll be ready for a relationship anytime soon, and a prostitute is nice and safe. No strings attached.
The door swings open, revealing a woman on the other side. Dick immediately knows why Jason recommended her to him. She’s exactly his type, tall and red-headed, with muscles bigger than Dick’s. She looks down at him with an unimpressed expression, eyes sharp, then steps aside to let him in. Dick shuffles inside, deliberately not looking around. He’s just a guy visiting a friend...yeah no need to look suspicious. Not that Dick thinks there’s anything wrong with visiting a prostitute, but Dick’s a public figure and the scandal just wouldn’t be worth it.
“Dick Grayson?” she says. Dick swallows. He feels even more nervous now. His palms are sweating.
“Yeah, um, Jason’s brother.”
That gets a smile, albeit a small one. Jason had said that they were friends, which means that Jason trusts her, which means that Dick can relax. Except that’s easier said than done.
She gives him a knowing look, lips quirked up at the corner. “First time?”
“That obvious?” Dick says with a self-deprecating chuckle.
“Come on,” she says, turning to lead the way up the stairs. Dick follows obediently, heart in his throat as she guides him into a spacious bedroom, gesturing for him to sit on the bed. “You can call me Artemis.”
Artemis of Bana-Mighdall is what Jason had called her. It’s got to be some kind of stage name but Dick’s not about to ask her about it. If she wants him to call her Artemis, then that’s what he’ll call her.
“Okay Artemis.” He perches awkwardly on the edge of the mattress, feeling his face flush with heat. “Um, how-”
“Let’s discuss ground rules first,” she says, putting him out of his misery. “We’ll use the traffic light system for safewords. Do you know it?”
Dick nods. He’s not expecting this session to be that intense, but it’s always safest to be on the same page with these things, especially with new partners. “Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”
“Good, anything off limits?”
Dick can’t think of anything specific at the moment so he shakes his head. “No.”
“Alright, anything you like in particular?”
Dick flushes all the way down his chest. He knew this was something she would probably ask, he is paying for this afterall, but that doesn’t make it any less embarrassing, talking about his sexual preferences with a complete stranger. Even though he’s about to have sex with that same stranger.
“Um,” he croaks out. He can’t believe how awkward he’s acting, like a blushing virgin. “I like to be...manhandled.”
Artemis smiles, lazy and a little predatory. She’s been wearing a sleek black robe cinched around her waist and she pulls the ties loose, rolling her shoulders so it falls off her arms to the floor. Dick’s gaze catches on the way her arm muscles flex, how thick her biceps are. His mouth goes a little dry.
“We can definitely do that,” Artemis purrs. Underneath the robe she’s wearing a pair of black lacy underwear and a tightly laced corset. It accentuates her shape beautifully, pushing the swell of her breasts up and highlighting the broadness of her shoulders. Dick wants to get his hands on it, to feel the boning beneath his fingers, to pull the lacing loose and expose her.
She smiles, like she knows exactly what he’s thinking, stepping close enough that he has to tilt his head back to meet her gaze, then climbing up onto the bed, one knee either side of his lap. Dick’s breath catches, his hands coming up to grip her hips tentatively.
“You can touch,” Artemis says throatily. Dick traces his hands up the ribs of the corset until he can brush a thumb over the soft skin of her breast, just above the lace. Goosebumps rise in his wake. He wants to put his mouth on them.
Artemis takes his jaw in her hand, her fingers digging slightly into his cheeks. She tilts his head back, exposing his throat, and Dick swallows hard. Heat unfurls in his gut at the look in her eyes, sharp and hungry.
Her grip tightens until it’s almost painful and she ducks her head to press a damp, open-mouthed kiss over his pulse point, just the hint of teeth on his skin. Dick groans, low in his throat, cupping his palm over her breast, hitching his hips up against her.
She shoves him down against the bed, rough and sudden, her fingers still tight on his jaw. He makes a surprised, strangled noise, cock twitching in his pants at the easy show of force. Artemis settles over him, grinding her hips down as she pins him against the bed.
“Oh shit,” Dick groans. Artemis uses her free hand to gather his wrists up, pressing them down over his head. He twists against her instinctively, testing her hold, but she’s steadfast. He’s not breaking free of her grip. It heats him up from the inside, the fact that she’s holding him down so easily.
“Good boy,” she murmurs as he lets his limbs go loose. He moans, a little surprised by how the words light him up, like kindling to a fire.
She squeezes his wrists once, a silent order not to move them, and reaches down to rip his shirt open. Buttons ping across the floor, his nipples pebbling at the sudden exposure to the cool air. Dick’s shocked, that shirt wasn’t exactly cheap, but he can’t quite bring himself to care when she leans down to take a nipple into her mouth, biting at it gently. Dick’s back arches, pushing his chest up towards her. His nipples have always been sensitive and her mouth is warm and wet against him, her teeth just the right side of painful to have him straining against his zipper.
He wants to fist a hand in her hair, to press her closer, but he keeps his hands up where they are. He doesn’t want to disappoint her. She reaches between them to unzip him, freeing his cock. He’s so hard it hurts, and the first touch of her hand has him moaning embarrassingly.
“Fuck, Artemis,” he groans. He rolls his hips up, desperate for more friction, and Artemis’ grip tightens until it’s almost painful, one hand coming down to pin his hips to the bed.
“Patience,” she purrs, trailing her lips up his throat until she can suck his earlobe into her mouth, scraping her teeth across it. Dick squeezes his eyes shut, curling his hands into fists, and Artemis chuckles, stroking his cock, teasingly light.
“Please,” he murmurs because he’s not above begging. Her grip gets a little firmer, her lips trailing over his jaw.
“Better,” she says, smearing the words into his skin. “But I think maybe you should earn it first.”
She leans back, letting go of him with a wink, then shuffling up the bed on her knees until she’s knelt over his face, tugging her black panties to one side. Dick moans, leaning up to lick over her, desperate and eager. She grinds down against him, winding her fingers into Dick’s hair to direct him, making soft, approving noises as he slides his tongue into her.
“That’s it, good boy.”
Dick moans against her, sucking at her clit, using every trick he knows to get her moaning, thighs trembling either side of his head as he works her to orgasm. Her grip in his hair tightens painfully, her breath coming fast as she shakes apart above him. She sits back against his chest, petting her fingers through his hair for a moment as she catches her breath. Dick’s cock is hard and leaking against his belly, but he feels warm and satisfied, grinning up at her.
“Not bad,” she says, one eyebrow raised. “Let’s see what else you can do.”
She slides down until she can wrap her legs around his waist, grabbing his wrists and rolling them until she’s on her back, Dick perched over her. It’s insanely hot how easily she can position him exactly how she wants him. He buries his face against her shoulder, grinding forwards, his cock sliding along the crease of her thigh.
She reaches one hand beneath the pillow, pulling out a condom and ripping the foil open with her teeth. Her eyes are dark as she rolls the condom over him, using the grip to guide him into her. She groans throatily, her head tipping back against the pillows as Dick thrusts forwards, bottoming out in one smooth motion.
They moan in unison, Artemis’ breath hot against his ear. He scrapes his teeth gently over the cut of her jaw, grinding against her and she digs her heels into his lower back, nails scratching over his shoulders.
“Fuck me,” she moans. Dick doesn’t waste anytime, fucking her hard and fast. She arches her back, rolling her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. She looks gorgeous, chest heaving over her corset, head tipped back to reveal the long line of her throat, red hair spilling across the pillow. Dick tugs questioningly at the corset lace and she reaches back to undo it, baring herself. Dick presses his mouth against the soft skin of her breast, rolling her other nipple between his fingers.
Her legs tighten on his waist, then she’s flipping them so that Dick’s on his back and Artemis is above him, red hair cascading over her shoulder, eyes dark as she rides him hard. She wraps one hand over his throat, not enough to actually cut off his air, but just enough that he’s hyper aware of her fingers, tipping his head back, palm pressed against his Adam's apple.
His breath hitches, his hips rolling up against her. Pleasure winds tight in his gut, cresting over as she leans down to slip her tongue into his mouth. He comes harder than he has in a long time and she rides it out, keeping him pinned against the mattress.
She rolls off of him, settling beside him with a grin, one hand petting over his chest as he recovers. “Wow,” he says. He feels like his brain’s been fried by the intensity of his orgasm. He’s usually way smoother than this.
Artemis just smiles, stroking at his overheated skin. “You weren’t too bad yourself.”
Dick’s not sure if she’s just saying that or if she really meant it. Either way, he had a great time. He had some nice, no strings attached fun. He’d like to see her again, if she’s up for it.
And he’ll have to remember to say thank you to Jason, next time he sees him.