Chapter 7
I spread my arms and legs wide on his bed, taking up as much room as possible. It’s amazing. There’s an energy flowing through my body — an energy that somehow relaxes me and makes me feel more happy and yet more mellow as I have ever been in my life — all at the same time. I love that I’m in a man’s bed. I love how it smells, and I love how my body feels.
I get out of Kaden’s bed and leave my robe on the floor, walking out into his penthouse naked and unashamed. Able to take in his apartment for the first time in solitude, I come to the conclusion that this place is amazing. I could get used to this life. Rich men and rich apartments. Men who know what to do with my body. I’m feeling ravenous — and ravished — a great combination to stoke my appetite.
There’s a touchscreen in the kitchen Kaden pointed out during dinner last night, and I bring it to life, navigating to the house menu. I select the vegan breakfast burrito for myself and eggs Benedict with a side of bacon for Kaden. I schedule for seven o’clock and select the Place Order option.
His apartment is a perfect temperature to walk around without any clothing. I’m feeling comfortable in my own skin, and I wander about his apartment, looking at the artwork and inspecting his bookshelf. What could I do with five hundred thousand dollars? Get out of debt. Transfer my credits from the community college to the university. Get out of the bad part of town and get a nice apartment — not anything like this — but something that would have enough space for all the kids to have their own room. Imagine that. No more bunkbeds or mattresses on the floor. Everyone can have their own door that they can close and have some privacy. The girls are going to be teenagers soon. They’ll appreciate that.
I could never tell them how I got the money. Would they guess? Of course, they would. They may be younger than me, but those girls are smart, and they’re streetwise. And they’ve been exposed to a side of life I hope they never have to see again.
It wasn’t always going to be like this, though. Kaden put me at such ease last night, I barely realized I was playing a part in a play. I wasn’t even using my real name. It was all an act for the job, but he didn’t make it feel like it. I actually had fun at dinner last night — not to mention in his bathroom. And this morning — Lord — this morning.
But, Kaden is putting on an act just as much as I am. He’s The Client, and I’m Scarlett. He pulled out of the act at times last night to remind me not to open myself up emotionally to the men I would be seeing. I would get hurt if I did that. He told me there’s no better way for a man to stroke his own ego than to get a call girl to fall in love with him.
So, no. I may be comfortable in his home like this, but this isn’t going to be my experience moving forward. The list of cons I’d written down on the legal pad back home before coming to the interview came back to mind. Would I want my younger brother and sisters to know what I’m doing? If they knew, would I want to know what they thought of me for it? Would they understand? I have two younger sisters — is this the lesson I want to teach them about how to get ahead in life? Sell yourself, you know — just a little. A piece here and a piece there. What will I be left with?
I stand at his bookshelf, absentmindedly running over the titles as I contemplate my position. I lose all sense of time as my brain struggles between the means and the end. I hear the click of the door and his sneakers on the kitchen tile.
I turn in that direction, my hands on my hips, and Kaden freezes in midstride. I’m confused for a moment before I realize — oh, shit — I’m still naked. He looks a little deer-in-headlights at first, but a smooth smile creeps over his lips as I cross my legs and lift my arms over my breasts.
My self-consciousness seeps back in, and I manage a quiet, “Hi.”
“Don’t do that.”
My anxiety creeps back in. Don’t what? Don’t be friendly? I’m so confused.
He gestures at me impatiently. “Don’t cover yourself. Show me.”
It feels like my stomach opens into an endless pit as I let my arms fall to my sides, and Kaden takes me in. A bulge forms at the front of his sweats. Dear Lord, the stamina of this man is amazing. I didn’t know guys can get that hard that often.
He takes a beeline to his bedroom, pulling off his shirt as he goes. “Come on, follow me. Shower time.”
I go after him, lifting my forearms back over my breasts before I catch myself and lower them again so he can see everything he wants. He’s The Client. Scarlett is in tow. Kaden dips, taking his sweats with him, and when he stands, they remain behind. Behind. Lord, that ass. It’s chiseled, and his hamstrings and thighs vibrate with every step.
I lose sight of him as he enters his bedroom, and as soon as I step inside, I lose him again as he enters the bathroom. When I enter, Kaden is leaning into a massive, tiled shower and cranking on the controls. The water turns on full blast from multiple showerheads, and he backs away until he’s leaning against the counter, his cock at full mast. I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to the size of that thing.
He wraps his big hand around his shaft and gives himself a slow pump. “Go get the temperature how you like it in the shower.”
I take small steps, being sure to keep my thighs closed. I lean into the shower, give the complex controls a once over, let the water run over my hand, and adjust things. When I come back out — Kaden is fixated on my ass. His eyes slowly trace up my body. I watch as he strokes his cock, mesmerized at the power in his form.
“You have it where you want it?” he asks, and I nod. “I’m feeling a little lonely, here. I know you masturbate. I want to see it. Show me.”
I feel the heat coming from the shower — or is that coming from me? I tentatively send a finger across to my inner thigh and to my pussy lips. I haven’t done this without my hair down there, and it feels so sensitive now. I’m already wet. I send a finger between my pussy lips and stroke up and down the slit, wishing to God it was his fingers, wondering how it would feel to have that big prick of his pressing into me.
His smug smile widens, and he asks, “Is it ready?”
Wet and ready and begging for more. “I’m ready.”
His smile turns dark. “I meant the temperature. Is the shower ready?”
There goes the heat of a blush again. I remove my hand from exploring my pussy and feel at the water. “Yes. Ready.”
“Get in.”
Thank the Lord. I need something else to occupy me. Multiple showerheads rain down on me from all directions. The shower is larger than a bedroom I once shared with my youngest sister in one of our apartments growing up. I tip my head into the water, savoring it and letting it wash over me.
I’m getting used to Kaden’s voice of command, and when he tells me, “Lather that soap and wash up, dirty girl,” I obey without hesitation. He doesn’t leave me to my own devices, and Kaden swaps out the soap with me.
I can’t imagine any more erotic moment to be in, and yet I can’t help but think I see something more than just carnal desire in his eyes. I know I feel it. Once again, this is all new to me, and it may be just my subconscious reaction to the first man I’ve ever been with like this. And yet, he’s looking at me with this air of possession I have never experienced. He looks at me as though I’m his, and I feel drawn to the concept of his owning me.
Everything within me tells me this isn’t real. My brain reminds me of what this very man told me last night. That I am a conquest. That men will use me. I don’t feel used by Kaden. I want to be his conquest. I want to believe what I see in this moment — that he wants me — me, not Scarlett.
“Come closer,” he tells me.
I want nothing more. Naked and dripping with soap, I near Kaden until I’m as close to him as I can be without our bodies touching. He grabs hold of his firm cock and strokes, looking down at me with those eyes that speak of his desire to be inside me.
“What can I do for you? How can I make you feel good?” I ask.
A big, wolfish grin comes over his lips. “You’re going to be very good at this, dirty girl. That’s just the kind of question I wanted to hear. You know what you can do?” He wraps an arm around me and pulls my body to his. He backs me up against the tile and lifts one of my thighs around his hip. “I want you to take my cock. I want you to rub me off against your clit. Like this.”
Kaden lays his rock hard erection vertically against my pussy lips and strokes himself against my swollen clitoris. I lay my head back against the tile and take hold of his manhood. He lets go and gives me control, and I slide my palm up and down his shaft, rubbing his full length up my slit, getting us both off in the process.
He keeps hold of one ass cheek and leans the other forearm against the tile, bringing himself even closer to me. With one hand, I pump him — using my hips to aid our rocking motion — and direct my other hand around his neck. Kaden angles down and seizes me with a passionate kiss. I moan into his mouth as I stroke, the heat of our bodies warming the water between us.
I pick up my pace, wanting desperately to have him inside, but knowing this is as close as I will be to having him. The friction of his cock against my clit sends a fire through my belly, and an orgasm rips through me, weakening my knees. Kaden holds me up, deep groans now coming between each kiss. He breaks our contact and snarls. I feel him twitch in the palm of my hand, and a jet of cum spurts onto my stomach, the water washing it away as soon as it hits. I milk him, and he tenses as an aftershock runs through him, and he comes a little more.
Kaden leans against me, his lips near my ear as he catches his breath. “You are something else, Grace. Stay here. I have something for you.”
I remain leaning against the tile as my god of a sexual mentor steps out and grabs a towel. I touch myself, feeling empty and wanting, watching Kaden’s glorious muscles flex and move as he runs the towel over his hair and down his body. He’s absolutely gorgeous, and I cannot believe how radically things have changed from two days ago. I was sitting in an office — untouched by any man — looking for a job, and now I am sharing a shower with that body pressed up against mine as we both bring ourselves to climax.
Kaden leaves the room and is back within the minute. He drops the towel and steps inside the shower with two objects — a small, cylindrical object and an even smaller bottle.
“What is that?” I ask.
The water hits him once again, dousing that gorgeous body. He holds them both up, shaking them gently in turn. “This — this is waterproof lubricant. And this — this is a butt plug, my dirty girl.”