by Brit Lauren
Olivia pushes to her feet. “Can I talk to you?” She asks. “Outside.”
“Olivia.” Penelope argues.
“It’s fine.” I smile at her and she rolls her eyes.
“That girl.”
Olivia steps out of the room and I follow her. She stands in the corridor with her arms folded over her chest and a glare fixed on her face. She’s pretty, long blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect skin…but one look at her and you can tell she’s had a silver spoon up her arse her whole life.
“You’re a con man.” She sneers. I sigh because I can’t be dealing with this shit. “I see what you’re doing, trying to bleed my grandmother of her money.”
I tilt my head back in exasperation. “Wow. Pen called the agency and she got me. Now we’re friends. There’s really no other way to explain it.”
“A friendship you charge for.”
I drop my eyes to the ground as shame crawls over me. She’s right of course. “Not any more.” I say under my breath. “Look, I’m going to go. Tell Pen I’m glad she’s feeling better and I’ll pop by in the morning.” She continues to wordlessly glare at me until I turn and walk away. I can’t really blame her.
I’m just glad that Pen is on the mend.
Two weeks later…
Kaden. Innocent, young Kaden. But he’s not so innocent any more. Since the day he told me he wanted to tie me up…well, that was the day he became a man. I’ve strategically schooled him, pushed him, manipulated him to this point. Why? Because I can. I like power and control, but I also like a man dominant enough to take it from me. I’ve learned over the years that there are few men capable, especially if they knew me before we set foot in the bedroom, because outside of it I don’t concede to anyone, in any way shape or form. So I hire escorts. They know nothing of me and will do the job regardless of how intimidated they are or what reservations they have. Then I go for the newer ones, the young ones. If you take a guy and you bind him, you instantly emasculate him. In that first week I can tell which way they’ll go. Some like it, and accept the restraints willingly, while others fight it. Even Kaden while trying to be a good dutiful little escort had this fire in his eyes like I’ve never seen. Then you push them past their comfortable limits. A finger in a guys arse will make him come harder than he ever has in his life, and yet, for most guys it’s a tense subject. Then there’s the strategy in pushing him until he’s wild, like a cornered animal ready to fight it’s way out. And when you release him all you have to do is sit back and watch him sink his claws in. All of this is geared towards creating the perfect alpha male. Then of course, there comes a point where they push back. It’s then that my job is done.
Kaden has surprised me. He’s now taking what he wants. I’m directing him, but honestly I think he’d do it anyway, I just like to say it so we can both pretend it was my idea.
He walks into the hotel room the same as always, but over the weeks I’ve spent with him he’s become more confident, more sure of himself. He always projected confidence, but under it he was still a good boy. A nice boy. Now, he wears it, he feels it, he is it.
“Melanie.” He flashes me that playboy smile that I have no doubt kills all the women his age. I chose Kaden because he’s young, but also because he’s beautiful. Dark eyes, dark hair, tanned skin and the face and body that any actor or model would dream of. His suit is immaculate, the jacket tailored to fit his athletic frame. Dark eyes lock onto me, watching and waiting. He removes his jacket and tie and starts to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, taking slow steps towards me. I watch as more and more skin makes an appearance. His expression gives away nothing, hiding everything he wants. I taught him well. He shrugs out of the shirt and comes close, pressing his body against mine and forcing me to tilt my head back and look at him. His fingers wind in my hair, pulling it hard enough that it forces my head back even further. His lips hover over mine, not as though he wants to kiss me, but as if he’s threatening to.
“You tell me to take what I want Melanie.” His voice is low and deep and it makes me shiver.
“Yes.” I breathe.
He releases my hair and pushes my jacket back over my shoulders and when I pull my arms back the material easily falls to the floor. His fingers go straight to the hem of my cami beneath and pulls it over my head. We’re both standing in only our trousers, his chest bare, mine covered by my bra. Of course his palm glides over my waist and up the small of my back until he releases the bra with a flick of his wrist. As soon as it hits the floor he wrenches me up against him. My nipples peak at the touch of his warm, hard chest. He really is a work of art, toned, rippling muscles encased in tanned, golden skin. I yank on his belt. He tugs on the button of my trousers. We paw at each other’s clothes until we’re both naked. We’ve never been on an even footing, but right now we are, right now I’m allowing him to be, because I want to see what he will do with his new found power.
“I’m about to take, Mel.” He growls against my ear. And then he spins me, until the back of the sofa hits the tops of my thighs. The momentum causes me to lose balance and pitch forward over it. I haven’t yet recovered when I feel his hands grip the backs of my spread thighs. “Don’t fucking move.” He says before he buries his face in my pussy from behind. Holy shit. His tongue spears into me, taking, giving, I don’t even know. His hand reaches between my legs and his fingers deftly circle my clit while he fucks me with his tongue. I get lost in him, pulled into a place where his mouth, his hands, his touch is all I can feel. And just when I’m teetering on that ledge, mindless with the need to come, he stands up.
“Fuck me from behind, Kaden.” I beg. He says nothing, only turns me to face him, blatantly ignoring my request. One hand grips my hip while the other wraps around the back of my knee, forcing it up over his hip. His eyes lock with mine and I can’t tear my gaze away as he slides inside me. I’m so wet that he drives home in one thrust, leaving my trembling around him. His teeth clench and his eyes slam shut as he fights for control. He pulls out and pushes back in, slowly at first, but he quickly picks up the pace, driving into me so hard that I’m clutching his shoulders in a bid to stay upright. With every thrust the sofa shunts across the room further. I’m gasping for breath, moaning and begging. He leans in and sucks on my parted bottom lip. I can’t even think, and in the heat of the moment, I lean into him. His lips slam over mine and his tongue forces past my lips. He tastes of citrus, fresh and mouth watering. He growls against my lips and lets out a long groan.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He pulls out, leaving me bereft, and then he flips me over again, treating me as if I were his own personal rag doll. He slides back inside me, but immediately pulls out, sliding his dick between my arse cheeks. I tremble, my nails gripping the leather sofa so hard I know I’ll leave a mark.
His fingers tease over my arse, threatening, promising, I don’t know. He’s stepped away from me, so all I can feel is the tease of his fingers.
“I’m going to fuck this sweet arse, Melanie.” He says, bringing his hand down hard over my left cheek. I half yelp, half moan. And then suddenly he’s pressing against me there, his dick, pushing and stretching past the barrier of muscle. My breath leaves me in a rush and then he slides inside me. The strained groan that comes from his is so animal. He stretches me, forcing me to take him. It’s uncomfortable for a few seconds, and then the discomfort gives way to sheer bliss. He pulls out and slides back in and I cry out. His grabs my hair, wrapping it around his wrist and pulling my head back, forcing me to bow my back. The movement causes him to go deeper, and I literally can’t breathe. He fucks me like a man possessed, pounding into me mercilessly. His thighs slap against my arse, his fist tightens in my hair and his dick slams into me over and over. His name falls from my lips over and over until I feel like I’m praying to him. He has me on the brink of fucking insanity, begging, pleading, shaking. When I come, it’s like a freight train hits me. There’s no slow build, it slams right into me, leaving me crying out, clenching around him and c
lawing the sofa in desperation. My legs buckle, but he holds me up, fucking me even harder. He stiffens behind me on a roar and collapses over my back. I lay there with my chest pressed against the sofa, Kaden’s hot, sweat slick body against my back and his dick still in my arse.
He’s become everything I wanted him to be, and this is the last time I’ll see him.
I knock on the door to the office and wait. “Come in!”
I open the door and find Thor sitting at his desk. “Hey. Just came to get my schedule.”
He nods and goes back to reading the piece of paper in his hand. I pick up the schedule with my name on it and skim over it. I frown and look at the desk to check I haven’t picked up the wrong one. “I think there’s a mistake on this.” I hold it up and turn to face Thor. He puts his reading down and braces his elbows on the desk. His massive arms strain against his shirt in a way that always makes me think he’s about to hulk out of it. “SJ doesn’t make mistakes.” He says flatly.
I walk over to his desk and put the schedule down on it, jabbing my finger against the paper. “I see Melanie Myers three times a week. She’s not on here.”
He clears his throat and lifts his intimidating gaze to mine, or at least usually I’d find it intimidating, not so much any more. “Melanie Myers called three days ago and said she will no longer be requiring your services.”
What? Melanie doesn’t want to see me anymore? What the fuck? She was the one who told me constantly to take what I want, to step up, and what…now she doesn’t like it. I know she’s a client, and I know to her I’m nothing more than a product she paid for, but I can’t help but feel oddly betrayed. She didn’t even tell me.
“Don’t take it personally, kid.” When I look up at Thor he has his chin resting on his clasped hands, watching me carefully. “It’s just business.”
“I…I know.”
He tilts his head to the side. “Do you? Because the look on your face right now suggests otherwise.” I frown and try to school my expression, hardening it the exact same way Mel does. He huffs a laugh under his breath. “You’ve changed, kid. It’s the women who change you that are the hardest to let go of. I should know.” Of course he does. Poppy.
“It’s not like that.” He cocks a brow and I know, he knows exactly what it’s like. He always does, it’s what makes him so damn good. “I have to go.”
I leave without talking to anyone. When I get in my car, I sit there for a moment, trying to work out while I feel so fucking shit about this. I rub my hand over my chest where an ache has settled deep between my ribs. She’s a client. She paid me and now she no longer wants to pay me. It should be simple, so why isn’t it? Melanie shaped me into something she wanted, so then why bail? I thought this was what she wanted me to be. Anger mixes with a fissure of betrayal that I know I have no right to feel.
I clutch my phone in my hand, staring at it for long moments before I pull her name up on the screen. My finger lingers over the call button before I press it and put the phone to my ear. Thor would kill me, but I just need to talk to her. I feel like an idiot, but I can’t help myself. The phone rings a couple of times before she picks up.
“Kaden.” She sounds almost resigned.
“You didn’t think to tell me?” My voice is sharper than I intended.
“What is it you’re upset about, the loss of money?” She says coldly.
“No, you know it’s not.”
“You shouldn’t get attached in your line of work, Kaden.” She tuts.
“I’m not…”
“And even if you weren’t an escort, you shouldn’t get attached to women like me.”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means that you don’t need me anymore. I’ve taught you everything I can. You’ve fulfilled my fantasy and I can’t buy what you can no longer sell.”
“That’s your fantasy?” I ask.
She lets out a small laugh. “Turning you into a man, that’s my fantasy.”
“So, what? You move onto your next project.” I shouldn’t feel so indignant about this.
“Exactly.” She says, her tone matter of fact.
I nod my head even though I know she can’t see me. “Well then, good luck finding your next project.”
“Good luck taking what you want. I know you won’t let me down.” I can hear just a hint of fondness in her voice, and then she hangs up. Just like that, Melanie Myers came into my life, taught me possibly one of the most beneficial life lessons that anyone could, and left.
Six months later.
Darcy Brackstone is a fashion designer from New York. She’s in town for one week and requested an escort. The last time she was here she saw Xavier, this time she has me. She opens the door to her central London apartment and braces her hand against the doorframe as her eyes peruse over my body. She looks like an ex-model, tall, lean, very well dressed in a crème dress which is rouched at her waist. She’s hot in the Barbie way, but still, it’s not exactly a hardship to fuck her, and of course, that’s always a very real fear with a new client. Her blonde hair is braided over her shoulder and I can’t help but think that’s very handy for when I fuck her from behind. Her gaze eventually reaches my face and I cock a brow at her. “You done?”
Her eyes widen for a second, and then she smiles. “I think so.” She says in a New York accent.
“Good.” I pull my hands from my pockets and step towards her, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck. “I’m Kaden.” I slam my lips over hers. She stills for a second and I take the opportunity to shove her inside her apartment. I kick the door shut and turn around, pressing her up against it hard enough that she gasps out a breath. I thrust my tongue past her parted lips and she tentatively brushes her tongue against mine. It takes her a few seconds to catch up, but once she does her fingers are pawing at my jacket, shoving it down my shoulders. I release her and shrug out of it, while keeping my lips on hers. I reach a hand behind her and lower the zip of her dress until the material comes loose. She starts pulling at my tie clumsily, and I stop, stepping back out of her reach.
“Take off the dress.” Her eyes never leave my face as she slips the material off her shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor. I drag my eyes over her body slowly, taking in the pale blue satin underwear she has on. I take my time, studying every toned plane of her until I see just the hit of a blush hit her cheeks. My lips twitch and I reach out, trailing my fingers over her stomach in a feather light touch. She trembles and her breath hitches delicately. Mel taught me that power and control is not gained by force, but through patience, the build of anticipation. Without warning I bend at the waist and throw her over my shoulder, making her gasp again. It doesn’t take me long to work out where her bedroom is. As soon as we’re in there, I throw her on the bed.
“Don’t fucking move.” She stays on the bed, her eyes fixed on me as I yank the tie from around my neck and discard it on a chair in the corner. Next, I unbutton my shirt, slowly, one button at a time. I keep my eyes locked on her and I can see the need building in her eyes. Her concentration wavers, her eyes dropping to my body as more skin shows. I fight a smile and remove the material, depositing it on the chair as well. I do the same with my shoes, socks, trousers, boxers, and when I’m completely naked she looks like she’s ready to explode.
Leaning over her, I grab her underwear and pull it down her legs, before tracing my hands back up. When my palms glide over the soft skin at the inside of her thighs, she slams her eyes closed and throws her head back against the mattress. Her breathing is so loud I can hear it from here. I halt with my fingers millimeters from her pussy.
“Kaden.” She chokes out, pleading.
I smile and lean forward, pressing a soft kiss right over her pussy. She jerks and gasps. This is what anticipation does, this is what patience buys you. I know that now. I swipe my tongue over her clit and she moans. I’m going to break her in seconds and she’ll be screaming my name so loud, the neighbours will think she’s found a new fucki
ng religion. She comes even quicker than I thought, moaning and writhing as I pin her down and force her to take everything I give her. My name falls from her lips, half curse, half plea.
I grab the condom from the pocket of my trousers and tear the foil open with my teeth. Rolling it over my cock. She’s still panting, her eyes closed and her chest heaving as she lays there on the mattress. I don’t even give her a chance to recover before I get on my knees between her legs and wrench them apart. I grip her hips, lifting and angling her. My eyes lock with hers and a smirk works over my lips before I thrust inside her in one move. She chokes, her nails clawing down my chest as she tries to grab onto something, anything.
“Take it, Darcy.” I growl at her, pulling out and thrusting back in. Grabbing her wrists I pin them together in one hand and use them to leverage into her. On every thrust a little moan makes it’s way up her throat and her back bows, her body rising to meet me. I lean over her, pressing my body flush to hers, tracing my tongue up the side of her throat.
“I…” She tries to talk.
I grab her jaw and force her head back and to the side. “Shut up.” I bite down on her earlobe and she gasps loudly, clutching at my back. I rear up again but keep my hold on her jaw. I drive into her while watching the way my fingers dig into her cheeks. I reposition my thumb and force it past her lips. She moans and sucks, wrapping her tongue around the digit. I growl and grab her leg with my free hand, bringing it to rest over my shoulder. The change in angle allows me to slide deeper, fuck her harder. Releasing her face, I trace my palm down her throat and over her chest. I pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and she comes alive, squirming and groaning, her body undulating like a wave. I turn my face and bite down on the inside of her calf at the same time as I thrust into her hard. I fuck her so hard that her head hangs off the edge of the bed, and she lets it. Her hands work over her own nipples, pulling and rolling as I push her higher and higher, closer and closer.
