Kaden (Recherché series) (10 page)

“Yes, just like that.” She breathes. My fingers dig into her hips hard enough to leave a mark, and I pick up my pace, fucking her hard and fast, because that’s what she wants. She wants a man, well she’s getting it. “Yes. Pull my hair.” She gasps. I grab a handful of her hair and pull so hard that her back is almost in a U shape. The change in angle means that her arse cheeks shake on every thrust and my thighs slap against her rhythmically. A sheen of sweat coats her back, glistening under the low lighting in the hotel room.

I fuck her until her moans turn to cries, and her cries become incoherent. Her body shakes, her breaths hitch, words fall from her lips desperately, and then her pussy grips my cock. Every muscle in her body seems to lock down as she comes around my cock. She’s beautiful, she’s perfect, she’s something I’ve never witnessed before.

I throw my head back as that tingle rips up my spine again, only this time I keep fucking, keep pushing. The pleasure tears over my body like a wave, destroying everything in it’s path. I come, filling the condom and pulling out of her. I stagger sideways and collapse on the bed. I think she just ruined me.

For once she doesn’t just get up like a business transaction just occurred, she rolls onto her back, her delicate breaths hitching. I watch as her breasts rise and fall, straining against the confines of her bra.

I don’t know what just happened, but I won’t pretend that there isn’t a rush that comes with dominating a woman like Melanie. I feel high on it right now.

I say nothing as I get off the bed and get dressed, exactly the same way that she does to me. And then I leave without sparing her a glance. 
 

I walk into the ward where Penelope is being held. I brought her a bunch of flowers, Forget Me Not’s. They’re her favourite. I remember telling her it was a predictable choice, but she didn’t care.

One of the nurses, Jordan I think her name is, stops me on my way in. “She’s awake.” She smiles.

“She is? That’s great.” I mean it is great, I wanted her to wake up. Obviously. But I’m also terrified of seeing her, terrified of how badly the stroke might have affected her. When Nadine found her, she had no idea how long she’d been like that. There’s no telling. I turn away from the nurse and follow down the corridor to Penelope’s private room. I take a deep breath and push the door open. She’s sat up and her grand daughter, Olivia is sitting next to her holding her hand. We’ve never met, but I’ve seen her in pictures and Penelope talks about her a lot.

“Kaden.” Penelope smiles when she see’s me. I breathe a sigh of relief. Her speech is a little slurred and her motor function seems a little slow, but other than that, she’s okay.

“How’s my girl?” I grin, holding out the flowers in front of me. Nearly every surface in this room is covered in different bouquets, but I find a space and put them down.

“I’m fine. I need to go home.” Olivia frowns, refusing to look at me.

“I’m Kaden.” I offer her my hand, but she only scowls at me.

“I know who you are.” She says, acid dripping from her voice.

“He’s the one who keeps me company while my family wants to put me in a home and forget about me.” Pen pipes up.

“No, it’s not like that…” I pick up Pen’s chart and start reading over it. “Hey, what are you doing? Put that down.”

I smile slowly and look up through my lashes at Penelope. She rolls her eyes and swats at Olivia the way she always does. “He’s a doctor.”

“I thought you were a…”

“That too.” I cut her off before some nurse wandering past hears her. “It pays my way through uni.”

She narrows her eyes at me, seeming to appraise me differently. I don’t care. Honestly, I got over the stigma that comes with being an escort a long time ago. And if Pen were my grandmother I’d probably be exactly the same. I mean, it looks dodgy as fuck.

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 clawing 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.