Escort (The Callie Leveaux Series) (4 page)

Keegan

Hearing the knock on my room door, I take a quick and final look over the arrangement of toys I’ve laid out nicely on the dresser in their spot. With a
n inward nod of approval, I smooth my short purple skirt with my palms and tie the knot in the center of my natural D cups before pulling the door open with a genuine smile.

In
my doorway stands one of the hottest men I have ever met in my life.

A six foot-two, muscle clad Viking whose raw magnetism would rival the most coveted men on the screen. He’s covered in a sexy, sweet gleam of sweat and his breathing is already accelerating at the mere sight of my barely there ensemble.

Starting at my tits and working his way down, his blue eyes, the color of ice, worship my body. They look me over slowly, with extreme care to miss nothing as he takes in the four inch spiked stiletto’s I’ve chosen to go with my transparent get-up. I see the twinkle of envy crossing his red stained lips and the low groan that leaves us both at the same time is unmistakable. We want each other. This is just the way we’ve always been together.

Taking his large hand in mine, I admire the long, lustrous strands of platinum that run down his back like a waterfall.

“Hello, my Viking goddess.”

“
My temptress,” he mewls in a husky voice, swinging his hips with enough ease to make any other high priced hooker drown her sorrows in her martini.

I would know
.

Smirking at my amusing thoughts,
I run my eyes over his body, barely contained in the short, skin tight mini he’s chosen to wear for me tonight. The pink hue matches his nails perfectly, as always. As he turns to face me, he flutters his eyelashes at me with finesse.

“You look ravishing,” I breathe, walking closer to him as I run my hands over his broad, ink clad shoulders.
Teasing his glittery neck with my tongue, I can’t help the shudder that rushes through me as I bite down onto his lobe. “I can’t wait to have you inside me, Princess.”

“You want Keegan’s cock?” he teases in his version of a husky, feminine voice.

“Yes,” I tell him, running my hands up the front of his sparkly, pink dress before resting my eyes on his. He’s really gone all out for me tonight, applying sultry, smoky makeup on his eyelids and thick, black eyelashes to frame his icy blue orbs. “And you’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, mistress,” he shudder
s in a soft voice.

“
You look so pretty tonight, baby. Did you do all this just for me?”

“Yes,” he blushes slightly, following me as I lead him over to the bed. “
I wanted to please you.”

“And please me you have,” I admit
over my shoulder. “Sit,” I instruct him as I step back slightly, watching every move with authority.

Keegan is the only client I have who likes to be dominated and I love our sessions. If I was forced to quit doing this tomorrow, I’d miss all of them, but it’s
my time with Keegan I’d miss most.

“Hike your skirt for me, Princess,” I instruct and watch his cheeks flush. “Don’t be bashful,” I tell him, gently running my hand through the platinum tresses he’s curled up just for me. “Show mistress what delicious treats you’
ve brought to pleasure her with.”

“Okay,” he says teasingly, knowing exactly what such a callous response will earn.

“Excuse me?” I say in a warning tone as I grab his jaw forcefully, yanking it up to meet me. “We’re not getting off to a very good start with that mouth of yours.”

“I’m sorry, mistress,” he apologizes quickly, excitement and lust reflecting back at me. “Please allow me to make it up to you.”

“You’d better,” I warn. “Hike that skirt up and keep your mouth shut before I shut it for you, Bitch!”

Nodding obediently, Keegan does as he’s told, pulling his skirt up high enough for me to see his massive cock straining against his favorite cotton panties.

Tonight, he’s chosen rainbows with little smiley faces adorning the cartoonish suns. Against one of the happy suns, I can already see the spot where his pre-cum has soaked through the fabric.

“Good girl,”
I shudder, releasing some of the tension on his face and stroking him there gently. “Pull the top of your dress down so I can see those pert little nipples of yours, Princess.”

Pushing the fabric down to expose his bronzed and freshly waxed chest, I pinch the sensitive skin there and watch as his eyes flutter shut in appreciation.

I crouch between his legs and begin running my tongue over his exposed nipples, loving the way his eyes struggle to stay focused on me. He lets out a low groan as I continue to lick and pinch his nipples, teasing them until they’re hard enough for the clamps I’ve set out. Once I attach them tightly, I watch him wince before letting out a slight moan of pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you?” I tease, watching Keegan nod slowly. Leaning into him, I lick my way up his strong jaw, stopping just beside his ear and whispering huskily, “Slut.”

As he releases another low groan of approval, I bite down on his ear. Once he’s let out a sharp hiss of pain, I pull away slightly. Moving to straddle him, he stays still as stone while I let my tongue explore the ridges of his chest, moving up to that delicious cut in his shoulder. When I reach it, I bite down hard, nearly hard enough to bring blood, but not quite. This time, he lets out a wail of pleasurable pain.

“Shut the fuck up,” I tell him, yanking his ha
ir back before biting into his Adam’s apple. He’s nearly silent before a whimper escapes his lips. Releasing his hair, I pull back and slap him across the face hard in one swift motion, leaving him stunned. “What the fuck did I tell you, Princess?”

When he doesn’t answer, I smile sweetly at him and kiss the assaulted spot.

“There’s my good girl,” I say softly, noticing the admiration in his gaze. “Now lie back for mistress. Let me make you feel good, my goddess.”

Lying back against the mattress, Keegan shudders with anticipation. Standing over him for a moment, I pull the cotton rainbow panties off of him, silently giddy with excitement over riding that glorious cock soon enough. Licking the tip clean, I remove the sheer, silk fabric from my tits as I position myself over his mouth
, facing his feet.

“Eat my pussy,” I order. “Make mistress come and then lick me clean, slut.”

Grinding myself against his mouth as he grips my ass in his strong, manicured hands, I run my fingertips over his chiseled abs, marveling at the masterpiece that stands at attention between his glorious thighs, aching with need to mount it.

Once I feel my
inner walls contracting, I reach behind me and grip him by the hair, riding his face into oblivion. Forcing his legs open roughly, I bury my face into his balls, massaging him slowly as I place feather light kisses over his shaft, suckling at him and inhaling his delicious, musky scent.

The combined effects cause my pussy to release in minutes, Keegan sucking on my clit until I pull away in desperation.

Rising from his mouth, I leave the bed and make my way to dresser where I find the strap on I keep just for him. His eyes light up with a thrill of excitement and I offer him a small smile in return.

“You were a very good girl, Keegan,” I whisper, leaning over to lick his lips
and chin clean of my juices. “Do you like the way mistress tastes?”

“Yes mistress,
” he groans desperately. His chest is heaving with want as his eyes dart between mine and the massive strap on.

“Are you ready to get fucked, my tasty little tramp?”

“Please mistress,” he whispers out, barely holding on to the femininity hiding behind his gruff exterior.

“Okay, baby,” I tell him sweetly. “You’ve earned your reward.”

“Thank you mistress,” he says, his eyes lighting up. “May I touch your tits, please madam?”

“You may,” I allow.

As he buries his face in my chest, my pussy instantly jumps back to life, dripping in arousal in seconds as he laps and sucks at my nipples. His pretty little dress is bunched around his waist and his enviable stilettos are still in place. He’s made up like a whore on the prowl, but underneath, he’s all man. Musky, masculine, delicious man and is all over me, worshipping me and grinding against me from below in submission. “That’s enough, my sexy whore. Flip over, get on your knees and get ready for your reward.”

“Yes ma’am,” he moans out, almost instantly on his knees.

Slipping a vibrator into my pussy at the same time that I get the strap on in place and lubed up, I run my tongue over his tight opening for a long moment, selfishly enjoying his taste before taking his tight ass as my own.

Using his hair a
nd his ankle as reigns to control his movements, I nearly split his glorious body in half as I push into him. Before he can manage to catch his breath, I begin to fuck him hard from behind with the foot long strap on I special ordered just for this beautiful ass.

He takes all of it greedily, loving each and every tortuous inch as I buck against him with enthusiasm. Occasionally, he’ll let out a groan of surprise, but for the most part, he’s crying out in
pure ecstasy. He’s loving the workout I’m giving him while his sparkling, sequined dress remains in place around his thick, muscular waist. It doesn’t take long before he’s ready to explode. In one swift movement, I pull the strap on from his abused ass and watch as he flips over, pulling me down onto his swollen cock and letting instinct take over.

No longer the abused, he takes ownership over my sex, pumping into me from below as he grips my hips forcefully and shoots his release into my throbbing pussy. Letting me sit on his swollen cock for a moment, he leans back on his forearm
s, watching me run my fingers over my clit as I clench around him deliciously, pulling all of his seed inside me greedily.

A Cheshire grin crosses his face and it’s now
that we acknowledge the exchange in power. Running his hands over my chest, he squeezes my breasts into his palms tightly, rotating his hips as he continues to relish the sensations of my wetness.

“
I love the way you fuck my ass and ride my dick, baby,” he smiles, finally revealing to me his deep, masculine voice. “You’re worth every fucking penny, gorgeous.”

“Thank
you, Keegan. It’s always a pleasure to ride this cock, princess.”

“Hmm,” he hums before letting his eyelids flutter lightly once more. “Okay baby. Let me get another taste before I go.”

Circling my hips a final time, I stand in front of him with my heel resting on the mattress beside him. I leave my skirt hiked so he can watch his semen drip down my thigh before he sinks to his knees in front of me, lapping it up with an appreciative moan. Once I’m completely clean of him, he stands and replaces his clothing before biting me gently on the chin and giving me a husky chuckle.

“Until next week, Mistress,” he grounds out in his Southern drawl, making me want him all over again
as he grips my ass in his large, masculine hand. “Your money’s on the dresser, baby.”

Releasing me slowly, he grabs his purse before making his way out of the room with a sly grin, batting
his eyelashes and pulling the door shut behind him.

After texting Tommy to come and get me, I quickly jump into the shower to relieve myself. Every time I have Keegan, he does this to
me, leaves me needing to come again. You’d think I’d be used to it, but I’m not. He’s just too damned sexy to only come for twice.

My skin is tingling beneath the water as I notice Tommy walking in and sitting on the sink to watch
me tend to myself. My fingers work over my clit at a staggering pace, rubbing in just the right spot that I know will do the trick. I’ve also inserted the same anal beads I used with Johnny last week because I don’t need to drag this out. I’ve only gotten a few hours of sleep this week and I’m ready to get home to be with Tommy.

Just the thought of him
watching me get myself off in the shower right now has me plummeting in no time, begging for release and finding it quickly knowing his eyes are watching me now.

Screaming out loudly as I hit my climax
behind the transparent shower curtain just inches away from him, I lean against the tiles beside me and catch my breath.

“How was it, baby?” Tommy says after I’ve leveled out and rinsed the shampoo from my skin.

“It was good,” I admit. “I had Keegan tonight. God, he’s a great fuck, but he always leaves me hanging right before he leaves.”

“Is that the guy who dresses up like a chick?”

“Yeah,” I tell him.

“That gets you off?” he asks, surprise in his eyes.

“No, not really,” I confess. “I mean, I’m not judging, don’t get me wrong, to each his own and all that. He’s just the only one that lets me dominate and then right there at the end, he switches it up on me.” I pull the curtain open so he can see me more clearly as I rinse the soap from my bare body, squeezing my tits together for him. “Not to mention, he’s hot as hell.”

Holding my eyes, he bites down on his full, lower lip and lets out a grumble as I push my hand between my thighs. I know he’ll need to get off later, so I make sure I give him some good material. Tommy needs to come and he needs to come something fierce.