The tears are still running down my face, and I refuse to open the door to him. “Please leave me alone.” I beg through the lump in my throat.
“I'm not going anywhere, please open the door so I can apologize properly.” he talks quietly through the door.
“Please, just let me have five minutes.”
“If you don't open the door Rhiannon, I will break the thing down.” he threatens, and I know he means it.
Finally giving up, I pull the lock, and open the door. I don't bother to hide my tears, he hurt me, and I want him to know he hurt me.
He pushes through the little space between the door and the cubicle side, and throws his arms around me. I don't retaliate, I keep my arms by my side. “I am so sorry.” he whispers between kissing my hair. I stay still, not yet ready to forgive him. He hurt me.
When he realizes that I'm not returning his embrace, he pulls back and looks at me with a confused look. Seriously, is he that delusional he doesn't know why I won’t hug him back?
When he realizes I haven't forgiven him, he grabs my hand, and leads me out of the toilets. We walk silently back to his office, and he places me back on is sofa. I won’t meet his eyes; I look everywhere but at him. He kneels in front of me again, and grabs my hands. “Baby, I am so so sorry. I don't know why I said that.” he says kissing my palms. “I just want to know what he said to hurt you, please tell me.” he begs me.
I decide to tell him, then he will finally understand why what he said hurt so damn much. With tears still pooling in my eyes, I explain what Jase said to me.
“Scarlett had us in a position to do a photo shoot, and Jase ground his hips into me, and asked me for sex. He said I was easy, and that I should fuck him again.” I tell him with the tears now running down my face.
Kaleb looks at me in shock. “He said what?” he spits at me.
“He said what you have just said.” I spit at him.
Kaleb looks like he has just swallowed a nasty bug. So he should.
“I am so sorry. I didn't mean to say that.” he looks guilty, finally realizing he repeated what Jase said to me.
“I don't want to talk about it anymore.” I say petulantly.
He gets to his feet, and comes to sit beside me on the sofa.
“Please don't hate me.” he begs as he wraps his arms around me, and pulls me into his side. I bring my hands up and wrap them around his frame as I struggle closer to him. I don't like fighting with him.
“He also said you were probably fucking someone else in here while I was doing the photo shoot, and that you don't know how to keep it to one woman.” I inform him as a shiver runs through my body at the thought of Kaleb fucking someone else.
“Baby, I would never do that to you.” he says pulling me tighter if that was possible.
“Is that why you were running around looking for me? Making sure I wasn't fucking anyone else?”
“No, he upset me, so I was coming to you for comfort.” I admit honestly.
He lifts my chin to look at him, “Baby, I love that you come looking for me when you're upset.” he says as he pushes his lips to mine.
His warm lips are a comfort, and I respond to his kiss. I slip my tongue past his lips, and into his mouth. His palms go to my face, and as he slides his tongue into my mouth, he pushes me back on his sofa. My hands reach out, and connect with his hard chest. While his tongue works a frenzy with mine, I struggle to undo his shirt buttons so I can touch him. He begrudgingly pulls away from me, and starts doing the buttons of his shirt himself. I'm panting hard as I await the reveal of his naked chest. I want his mouth back on me.
Once he opens his last button, he dives on me again and attacks my mouth. My greedy hands pull the shirt from his shoulders as he works my mouth.
His minty mouth is a welcome touch upon mine, and soon enough I am attacking his mouth with as much viciousness as he is mine. I could bask in his taste forever; I love the way he tastes upon my lips.
He works my mouth into a frenzy, and when I'm panting with need, he releases my lips and lifts himself up slightly. He gives me a beautiful white smile, before he starts to tug on my bottoms. I lift my hips up so he can get them down easily, and waiting a few seconds, my bottoms join his shirt on the floor. As soon as my legs are free, I jump up and place myself on his suit covered knee. His hands go to my thighs, and he gently strokes closer to my opening. I lean forward, and claim his mouth again. I need this contact after our argument.
My hands go around his shoulders, and I start tugging his blonde locks. I need him closer to me, if that's at all possible. He understands my need for more. He carefully releases me from his knee, and places me on the sofa. He kneels up above me and strokes my tear stained face. He kisses both eyes before his tongue dives straight back into my mouth. I can taste my tears on him, but I don't care.
Without warning, he jumps back away from me, “Shit,” he curses before walking over to the door. I look at him panicking, wondering what I have done. My heart is about to shatter into a thousand pieces, and I think I want to cry.
I hear the locking mechanism in his office door lock, then he turns back to me with a smile on his face. The bastard has just given me heart failure, and all because he wanted to lock the bloody door. He has a smug look on his face. “Couldn't have anyone disturbing us.” he says like he hasn't just scared the life out of me. He sees my expressionless face, and I think he realizes he has just hurt me.
“You scared the life out of me.” I whisper to him.
“Jeez, I didn't think, I just wanted to protect your nudity.” he explains.
At his ridiculous explanation, I laugh at him.
“Alright, point taken. Come here.” he demands in a husky voice. I look up at him, and see him dropping his pants. I just sit and drool.
His erection is stood up against his abs as he strolls over to me. Without any effort, he picks me up from the sofa, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
I put my hand back into his hair, and smash my mouth against his. He willingly accepts my invasion. He has one hand supporting my arse, and the other hand is on my back. I feel his hand on my arse get a little tighter, then the hand on my back goes.
I feel his hand working his erection. Before I know it, he has his erection lined up with my opening, and without any warning, he slides into me. I release his mouth to moan at the intrusion. His pulsing member is pulsing deep inside me. My walls are contracting around him, making me feel every pulse of him.
He walks us backwards till he comes to the wall, and he swings us around, and crashes my back against the wall. I scream around his mouth as he slowly slides out, and plunges back in.
“Fuck,” he pants against my abused lips.
He keeps up with his relentless plunges, and I try to contain my moans of shock. I don’t succeed, and I bite down gently on his lips, and drag it through my teeth.
He releases his lips from mine, and buries his head in my neck. With nothing available to bite down on, my head goes to his shoulder, and I sink my teeth in. it shocks Kaleb, and he thrusts harder inside me. I can feel him getting close to orgasm, so he slows his thrusts down. Not being able to control myself, I grind my hips in a circle before I rise up a little, using all my leg muscles, before dropping down on his length. This has the impact I want, and Kaleb speeds up his thrusts, hitting deeper than before. My orgasm is right within touching distance, and with a few more thrusts, it hits me full force. I sink my teeth back into Kaleb’s shoulder as he thrusts a few more time, and empties himself inside me.
Out of breath, Kaleb releases my back from the wall, and while he is still buried balls deep inside me, he walks back over to the sofa, and very gently he places me down before releasing himself from inside me. He makes me wince, but the I miss the feeling of him inside me. He quickly puts his cock back in his pants, and then smiles at me.
“Fuck, you make me so damn horny.” he informs me as he runs his hands through his blonde locks. His tattooed arm bulges, and grabs my atte
ntion. The sight of him topless has me drooling, but his added ink really makes him more attractive.
“Don’t do that.” I moan at him, he might have just given me an orgasm, but when he looks like that, I could quite easily have another one.
“Do what?” he asks with no indication of knowledge of what I’m talking about.
“Don’t stand like that, you make me want to fuck you again. The tattoos are so fucking hot.” I inform him.
“Am I correct in thinking you only want me for these?” he asks flexing his tattooed arm. His smile is bigger than before, so I know he is only joking.
“No, but they are definitely hot.” I inform him while I bite down on my bottom lip.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up, and get going.” He says as he hands me my bottoms that were chucked on the floor. While I slide my legs back in them, he puts his shirt on, sadly covering his tattoos.
“Do you need your jacket back?” I ask him as I get to my feet.
“No, I will grab it back when you have your own clothes back on.” He replies. I smile at him, and put his jacket over my purple bra/top. I raise to my feet, and Kaleb grabs my hand. He pulls me in for a quick kiss, before he guides me out of his office.
He leads me back to my room, and I leave him while I quickly jump in the shower.
After I have done what needs to be done in the shower, I feel a lot better. My hair isn’t full of products, my face is makeup free, and I generally feel cleaner. I walk out of my bathroom in just my towel. Kaleb is sat on the sofa with his head in his phone, but when he hears the door close behind me, he looks up at me.
“Everything alright?” I ask him.
“Everything is fine,” he smiles at me, “Even better if you don’t hurry up and get some clothes on.” He smirks at me.
I roll my eyes at him, and step forward to retrieve my clothes that are on my dressing unit.
“I will be two minutes.” I inform him as I dash back into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, I walk out of the bathroom again, but this time I am fully dressed.
“Come on then, I am taking you home.” He informs me, his voice full of promise. I don’t object and follow him out of my room.
It has been two weeks since I had to do the photo shoot with Jase, and everything between me and Kaleb is going great. He is fun to be around. His attitude towards me has changed so much from the first few weeks. He has gone from hateful and nasty, to kind and loving. I think in the last two weeks; I have had one full night at home. He always tells me he can’t go to sleep if he hasn’t had his fix of me, and not being able to turn him down, I give him what he wants – me.
I found out what prank Grace played on me. She decided to fil my bed with folks, so when I climbed in, they would stab at me. When I stabbed my leg on one, I rang her up and told her I had found her prank, and that she was mean. She of course, laughed so hard, I just know she would have had tears rolling down her face. She did criticize me for taking over a week to find them.
“If you left Kaleb alone long enough to realize you have your own home, you would have found them earlier.” she tried to tell me through her laughter.
She was right, and I ended up laughing with her. It took me ten minutes to get all the folks out of my bed though. So next time, I will plan revenge on her.
When I told Kaleb, he just laughed at me.
I have had another ‘note’ posted under my door, but I haven’t told Kaleb. He would flip out. I have just stashed it with the others. I’m hoping if I ignore them, they will stop.
*****
I currently don’t have any movies that need filming at the minute, but we do have some photo shoots coming up. They vary between magazine articles, to book covers. The building is constantly on the go, people buzzing around the place.
The next photo shoot I have to do is for a book, and I have to be with another male model. Luckily for me, Kaleb doesn’t mind. He said he only objected to Jase, because of what happened. He obviously understands its only work, and he is the one dragging me back to his bed every night, not that I have any objections.
Today though, is a weekend, so as usual now, I am laid on the bed with Kaleb beside me.
He has his head on my chest, and he is asleep. His deep breathing is the giveaway, that and the fact he is a dead weight. His tattooed arm is wrapped around my lower stomach, and I absentmindedly run my hand up and down his arm.
After a few light strokes, I feel his eyelashes flutter against my skin, letting me know he is awake.
“What would you do if I got a tattoo?” I ask him. Curiosity getting the better of me, I don’t know if I’m brave enough to get one, but one will never know.
“I don’t mind; it just depends on what you want.” he informs me as he lifts up of me.
“I don’t think I’m brave enough to get one.” I laugh nervously.
“They don’t hurt, its more the idea. If you want one, we could go and get you one, but you have to remember, they are there for life. It’s not something you can easily remove, so don’t rush into anything.” He informs me as he places soft light kisses all over my face.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Aright, come on let me feed you.” He sings as he jumps of the bed. He walks into his wardrobe and comes back out wearing a pair of cotton PJ bottoms. He is still topless, which does me no favors at all.
“Come on, up!” he demands as he leans over to give me a kiss before he walks out of the room leaving me alone.
Realizing I have more chance of drooling over him downstairs, I jump out of bed, and throw his blue robe on. The warm fluffy material instantly warming me.
I don’t hang about, I practically fly down the stairs, and land in the kitchen. He has already placed a cup of coffee on the breakfast bar for me, and he now has his back to me while he works on breakfast.
His back muscles flex as he works on the food.
When I realize what I’m doing, I mentally chastise myself. I just can’t leave him alone for a few minutes. He is like an addictive drug. The more you have, the more you want.
I drag my eyes away from his body, and place them on the coffee mug I have just picked up. The steam blowing from over the top has my attention, but then it evaporates into nothing.
After a few minutes of sat staring into space, Kaleb places a plate of food in front of me.
I smile at him, it’s such a simple meal, but it’s one of my favorite. He has done us both a plate of scrambled egg on toast, with bacon on the side.
“Dig in, you’re going to need your energy.” He says smugly. He has a mischievous look in his eyes, and I just know I’m going to benefit from what he has planned. I don’t waste anytime asking questions, I dig straight in, and eat like it will be my last ever meal.
Once my plate is empty, I sit and wait for Kaleb to finish his. He takes his time, taking the odd look at me from the corner of his eyes. He knows what he’s doing the fucker. He is making me wait.
Finally, after a few more minutes of torture, he places his knife and folk on his empty plate, and pushes his plate away from him.
He turns expected eyes on to me.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asks casually, trying to hide his damn smile. He fails.
I don’t answer him; I just climb over till I am placed in his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck, and attack his lips with mine. He instantly responds, and within a few seconds, I feel his erection twitching beneath me.
Without a word from either of us, he puts his hands under my kegs and lifts me up. He follows and is soon on his feet. Without taking his mouth from mine, he walks us up to the bedroom and places me on the bed, him laying over me. His tongue is inside my mouth, playing with mine. I feel my arousal coming as his erection strains against me.
In a frenzy, he pulls his lips away from mine, and lifts me up by my arms. Before it registers what he is doing, he has his robe off my shoulders, and has discarded it on the floor.
Now I’m naked, he smashes
his lips to mine. His hands go to my breasts as I moan in delight. He twists my nipple between his fingers, and I arch my back, urging him to fill me.
Just as I’m getting excited again, he jumps off the bed, and makes his way to his closet.
He leaves me hanging for a few minutes too long before he returns.
He walks back in the bed room, stark naked, holding a pair of handcuffs. I guess that’s what took him so long getting undressed, he was looking for some toys to use.
He smiles at me as he climbs on the bed.
"Baby, we're going to use these again." he says as he straddles me once again. I nod my head in acceptance, as my eyes roam down to his cock. He is rock hard, his pulsing cock sat resting against his abs.
"Baby, if you continue looking at me like that, it's going to be over quicker." he says looking thoughtful. "Actually I have a cure for that. You want to be blindfolded again?" he asks hopeful.
"I don't mind." I say desperately; I just want to feel him inside me.
He gives me a quick kiss before he jumps off the bed again. I could look at his nakedness all day, just not when he has me worked up, and desperately seeking release.
He is gone a few seconds before he returns with a few items.
He places them all on the bed beside me, and my eyes roam down to see what's there.
The pile - some of it looks familiar, but a few pieces don't.
I look back to him puzzled.
"What’s that?" I ask diverting my eyes back to the pile.
"Baby, do you trust me?" he asks quietly.
I look back at the pile and try to figure out what it all is, before I answer him. I do trust him, but I need to know what he has planned.
He grabs my chin, and makes me look towards him again.
"I would never hurt you. I will tell you want it all is, but do you trust me?" he asks again.
I stare into his eyes, as he says this, and deep down I know he wouldn't hurt me.
"Yes," I say after a few seconds.
He smiles and gives me a kiss.
"Okay baby. I'll tell you what we have here, and if you don't like it, I won't do it, okay?"
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