Kaden (Recherché series) (11 page)

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 fucking 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.

I feel her pussy clamp down around me, and I allow my hand to slide down her body. I pinch her clit lightly and she detonates, moaning and screaming. Her pussy is like a vice around my cock and I grit my teeth as pleasure shoots through me. I grip her hips hard and drive into her in stilted thrusts, letting out a roar as I come. When I’m done I pull out of her and sit on the edge of the bed in a daze. Darcy lays on the bed, breathing heavily. Her skin is covered in a sheen of sweat that glistens under the spotlights cast from the ceiling.

“Fuck.” She breathes. “You’re worth every cent.” I laugh and get dressed. She watches me as I fasten the buttons of my shirt, and slip the tie around my neck. A frown line appears between her eyebrows. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-one.” I tell her, dropping my gaze to my tie as I straighten the knot.

“Wow, someone’s taught you well. You put Xavier to shame.” She says it as an offhand comment, but of course it hits a little close too home. “Next time I’m in town, I’ll ask your boss for you personally.” She lifts a perfectly plucked brow and a sensual smile pulls at her lips. “Unless you uh, work off the clock?”

I smirk. “Sorry sweetheart, I don’t fuck for free.” I turn and walk away from her, picking up my suit jacket on the way out.

My name is Kaden Ryan, and I’ll fuck you into next week…for a fee of course.

The end.