by C. J. Thomas
Kelly laughed. “Is that not good?”
“Amazing,” I said, wiping my mouth.
“Just save some for me.” He smiled.
“Yours is right there,” I said, pointing to his plate and laughing.
He shook his head. “The orgasms. Like the one you just had.” He touched my pouty lip. “I’d like to see that same face on you after dinner.”
My sex clenched at his request. “I’ll try my best, Counselor.” I smiled into his dangerous eyes, thinking I was in over my head with Mr. Black. But as long as he always put me first, it was a drowning I’d happily accept any day of the week.
39
Kelly
Kendra let my jacket fall away from her shoulders and headed straight for the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline. “It’s beautiful.” Her voice carried through the room like a timeless classical tune.
“Nothing like it,” I said, expressing my own appreciation for those twinkling lights I often found myself staring into late into the night when I was alone.
She glanced over her shoulder, smiling, and it was hard not to mirror her excitement. I liked that she was careless when dropping my expensive suit jacket to the floor. I had covered her with it for warmth after Maxwell dropped us off after dinner, and though I knew the material was worth thousands of dollars of hard-earned cash, in an instant it became priceless with the knowledge of what I was going to do to her once I had her out of more than just my jacket.
“Sometimes what you see on the surface is better than the truth hidden in the shadows.” I stepped behind her, letting my hands squeeze her waist just before sliding around her tight midriff.
Her stomach fluttered against my touch but quickly settled. “Can people see in?” She trailed her painted nails up and down my arm, driving the blood from my heart to between my legs.
My head shook before lowering it, nuzzling her neck. I peppered the soft flesh with hungry, open-mouthed kisses. The smell of wine filled my nose and she tasted like sweet-honey nectar. “You think I’d be so foolish to let just anybody have a glance into the privacy of my own home?”
She twisted herself inside my arms, hooking her hands around my neck. She hung there, staring into the depths of my eyes. “In this town? Not a chance.”
We both laughed, as if she understood just how dangerous it would be to allow any sort of camera access into what went on here in my top-floor suite.
My hands ironed up her sides, cupping the edges of her firm breasts before falling to the globes of her toned bottom. “God, you taste amazing,” I said, licking her neck.
Kendra stood on her tip-toes, taking my face between her hands. She pressed her lips against mine. My tongue demanded entrance and she happily accepted. It was a tongue-thrusting kiss that encouraged my shaft to only grow stiffer in its pursuit to lay my Bella.
“Now that I’ve given up my right to voice my opinion about you—” her fingers worked to loosen my tie, “—what is it you don’t want me sharing with the world, Mr. Black?”
I unzipped the back of her dress, pulling at the shoulder straps, encouraging gravity to take it from there. “You,” my husky voice said.
Kendra dropped her arms. Wiggling her body, the gown fell and pooled around her feet. With one hand on my shoulder, she carefully stepped away from it. She flicked her gaze up at me, her eyes hooded with seduction, and I found her amazing body tempting.
“We’ll get there soon enough,” I said, lifting her hand above her head, spinning her around so I could let my eyes rake over every inch of her beauty.
Her stealth black laced lingerie was made for her. I’d sized her up before, but until now, I’d only known two things. One: that her small frame would make her easy to toss around and contort to whatever position I desired. And two: that she was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever laid eyes on—since my wife left me. But now I noticed so much more that I had missed before.
“I’m not sure I can wait for long,” she murmured.
Kendra had a defined under-layer of toned muscle. There was a birthmark on her lower left hip that resembled the state of Florida and a tattoo up her right side that read, “Lioness.” A chuckle escaped my chest. The line fit her tenacious personality. I knew early on that Kendra wasn’t one to take shit from anyone. It was the reason I pursued her, and the motivation to fight for her signature. And now that I had gotten it, we were one step closer to her becoming my new submissive.
“You’ll wait as long as you have to.” I licked my fingers and let my hand come flying down onto her ass.
She jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist, diving her tongue into my mouth. I tilted my head, deepening our kiss as my fingers kneaded into her firm ass.
Kendra curled her tongue, panting against my lips as I worked to undo my belt. As soon as it was free, my pants fell down to my knees and I pushed the waistband of my briefs down, taking myself at the root and placing the tip of it to her hot center.
“Do it, Counselor.” She reached behind her, pulling her underwear fabric to the side. “Show me your opening argument.”
In swift motion, I plunged deep inside her. She tossed her head back, growling. I widened my stance, pumping my hips as she rode me like the wild cat she was. She was so wet, hot and needy, there was little need for foreplay.
Her cries filled the room and I growled as I nipped her neck.
She was light as a feather and her weight made it easy for me to slide her up and down my length, making sure to put her in the exact position I needed to get her to clamp her teeth hard over my ear.
“Fuck, me,” she breathed, her hot breath moist against my ear.
I slammed into her with several quickened thrusts. Soon, she tightened her slick cunt around my cock, and then she went quiet while every muscle in her body tightened. A second later, the built-up tension exploded out of her mouth as she screamed in orgasm.
Slick with her arousal, I brought her to the window. My balls were tight as I remained buried deep within her, getting off on the feeling of her throbbing sex pulsing against my thick arousal. “I love your tight little cunt,” I said, licking her ear.
She pushed her fingers through my sweaty hair and pulled my face around so she could kiss me. Her lips were cold from breathing through the shattering orgasm I just gifted her, but I knew I wasn’t finished. Not even close.
Lifting her up, I pulled myself out of her hot cleft, placing her on her feet with her back facing me. Angling her hips up, I bent my knees and found her entrance once again.
My abs clenched as I hovered over her arched back. She was still eager, wet with orgasm and arousal, so I took my time playing between her slick lips. I ran the crown of my head between them, making her giggle with gentle teasing thrusts. Then, slowly, I worked myself back in, stretching her walls to fit my thick girth, one torturous inch at a time until her clit hit my scrotum.
Kendra was a hungry, sexual creature. And between her grunts and aggressive reach-arounds to pull me deeper into her, I was once again reminded of why I was so in need of her in my life. We were made for each other. We each had a huge appetite that few others could fulfill, and somehow we’d managed to find one another at the exact time I needed a connection.
Taking her long hair in my hand, I wrapped it around my wrist and quickened my hips. Flexing my ass muscles and rooting my legs firmly into the floor, she clawed at the glass like an animal trying to escape. Her skin was wet with sweat, and the feel of her hitting against me sent me into overdrive. I gritted my teeth and moved like a jack-hammer as I grunted through the heat spinning at the base of my spine.
Kendra growled, whimpering against the window, begging, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Fire spread across my skin. I was close to exploding but refused until I couldn’t hold it any longer. “Oh, shit. I’m going to come.” My grip dug so deep I could feel it pinching her flesh.
“Harder,” she cried.
I released her hair, letting those same f
ingers clamp around the other side of her waist. I drove into her fast and deep, pressing her tits flat against the glass. And when I closed my eyes, stars flashed behind my lids and then my body shuddered through its own intense release. “Ahh … shit.”
I dropped my head to my chest, feeling my cock twitch against her tight walls. Refusing to let her go, I held her there for a long time, the two of us silent in a fog-induced orgasmic bliss, both of us breathing hard.
With my cock softening, I pulled myself out and quickly reached for a tissue off a nearby shelf. Stepping to Kendra, I reached between her legs and cleaned my hot desire off her. “You’re an amazing fuck,” I said.
“Thank you.” She worked on her hair as my eyes took in her flushed cheeks. “But I still don’t understand the need for a non-disclosure for just fucking.”
“Then maybe you’ll understand after what I’m about to show you.”
She lifted her gaze and looked at me with a sense of curiosity only women like her would have. “Let’s see it.”
Pulling my pants back up, I took her by the hand and led her to the back bedroom. Setting her naked ass on the edge of the bed, telling her to stay put, I retrieved a key and moved to the wall. “This is my secret.”
Kendra’s tongue moved between the seam of her lips before freezing at the corner.
I turned the key, unlocking the hidden wall. I turned to steal a glance at Kendra and she had big round eyes with a visibly pounding heart. And when I flicked on a light switch, all my secrets were revealed instantly. All my sex toys, the things I’d reserved for her, the stuff that had her panting like a dog in heat.
“That’s your secret?” She didn’t sound impressed.
“Not this.” I picked up a whip, snapping it across the air above where she sat.
She cowered and ducked her head. “What the fuck, Kelly?”
I grinned.
Her hand covered her heart. “Then, what?”
“The secret is what I’m going to do to you,” my eyes fell to the leather whip as I stretched it between my hands, “with this.”
40
Kendra
“Where’s Jerome?” I asked as I entered Madam’s office.
She sat quietly behind her desk with soft classical music playing in the background. I had to give it to her—she always had a way of making her office environment comfortable and classy. I supposed that was her goal from the start of this business. It was that same attention to detail she brought to escorting which made for comfortable dates I felt safe agreeing to.
I inched my way further inside and Madam held up a finger, telling me to be patient with her as she finished reading whatever paperwork she had laid out in front of her. Stealing a glance, it appeared to be a series of documents that wouldn’t make any sense to me without knowing more about the specifics around them. I ignored it and turned my attention elsewhere.
“Ah, there.” She breathed a sigh of relief, removing her gold-framed glasses from the bridge of her nose. “Kendra, doll. How are you?” Her mouth spread, then curved, before her smile reached her eyes.
“Can’t complain,” I said, holding up the last set of clothes I’d borrowed from her. She motioned for me to set the box on the loveseat in the back corner, which I did, fully aware that I couldn’t let her know about what happened last night with Kelly. If she found out she’d kill me. “So, where’s Jerome?” I asked again, turning back around to face her. “Out sick?”
“I have him running errands.” She folded her hands in her lap. “He’ll be back soon. Please, have a seat.” She motioned to the empty seat with her hand. “Tell me how your delivery went.”
I slid into the seat, setting my bag down at my feet. “Fine. Why?”
“Oh, no reason.” Madam brought her elbows to her desk. “Emmanuel said you were quite flirty with him.” A twinkle in her eye told me that she found that amusing, except it wasn’t true.
“Emmanuel?” I quirked a brow, realizing that was what that creep’s name was. Fitting, really. Only dudes with slicked back greasy hair could pull off a name like that.
Madam tilted her head to the side, her smile fading as she did. “The man you made a delivery to.”
“Yeah, about that—” My fingers drummed the wooden armrest as I refused to break eye contact with Madam. “You should know that I didn’t flirt with him.”
“It’s fine if you did, honey.” She dropped her chin and looked at me from under her brow. “Business is easier when the men like you.”
“I didn’t,” I said firmly. I liked his perfume. Not him.
“Not the story I was told.” Madam frowned. “Then again, Emmanuel does tend to embellish his stories so maybe you’re right.”
My eyes rolled. Embellish didn’t even come close to what actually happened. “I am right. I always am.”
Madam backed off, dropping her gaze to the papers she was reading when I’d arrived. Together we sat in silence as I gathered my thoughts on how I was going to break the news to her.
“And you should know that I won’t be going back there again.” I voiced my opinion like she didn’t have a say in the matter. But we both knew otherwise. Madam held the control when it came to deciding what was, and wasn’t, best for me.
“Sweetie, why?” Her eyebrows drew together when she looked up at me. “Sometimes I need you to help out with chores around the house.”
“I can’t do it. Unless,” I paused to lick my lips, “you increase my pay.”
Madam’s eyes narrowed and the dark look she was giving me was enough to make my hands go clammy.
“I know what a brick of hundreds feels like in my hands,” I blurted out. “And that was exactly what was inside that last envelope.”
“You think that’s what that was?” Madam tossed her head back and cackled like a peacock.
“Of course it was, was it not?” I pushed for a conviction.
“Darling, why is it always money that your generation wants?”
My shoulders shrugged as I found her question to be contradictory, considering it was coming from a businesswoman like herself. She liked money as much as anyone else in this town. Perhaps it could even be argued she was one of the greediest people around.
“I’m not asking you to tell me how it was made, where it came from, or what it’s for. Honestly, I don’t care. All I need is a little more off the top to make it worth the scum I feel crawling over me after dealing with men like Emmanuel getting all up in my grill.”
Madam stared at me with an unwavering gaze for what seemed like forever. I could see her thinking over my request and a jolt surged through my body, thinking that maybe she would grant me my wish. “Are you not happy with our arrangement?”
I sighed heavily, giving Madam a pinched expression.
This was getting ridiculous. I didn’t understand what it was with everyone and their stupid arrangements and contracts that needed signing. It was like they thought that with my signature they owned me.
But it wouldn’t stop me from walking away if things didn’t feel right. Because I would. This was a matter of survival. Plain and simple. Though it wasn’t worth trying to understand it here, especially with the Madam breathing down my neck.
“I signed up to be an escort, go out on dates, be arm candy, entertain your men, and that’s it. House chores,” I shook my head, “are not my thing.”
“But when it comes to doing Madam a little favor, what I’ve already given you isn’t it enough?”
I had always been motivated by money. Hell, before I met Kelly I would have taken money over sex any day of the week. But now that I’d been sexed up by a man named Kelly Black who had made orgasms rain down on me, I didn’t care so much about money. I would take Kelly’s dick between my legs—no matter the amount paid to me—any day of the week before selling out to Madam’s silly house chores.
“I wish you would allow me to have sex more often.”
“Darling, Kendra. I guess now would be the time to tell you.”
/> “Tell me what?” My body suddenly overheated.
“Baby doll,” she smiled, “Kelly Black has booked you out for the next month.” Madam dropped her gaze, smiling. “Exclusive to him.”
My mouth opened. Then it snapped shut. My brows knitted as my gaze traveled over the walls, trying to connect the dots of what the hell she just said. I knew Kelly and I were a great fit, and the timing of his request couldn’t be a coincidence. It was totally related to me signing that stupid NDA and me having him promise that I was his only one.
“He what?”
The Madam laughed. “You’re free to do what he wants. One entire month. Just him.”
I pinched my bottom lip. “He rented me for the next month?”
“Not how I would describe it, but yes.” There was a glimmer in her eye that had me wondering what the catch was. “By the way, how was your date last night?”
My jaw clenched as my heartrate exploded through the roof. “What date? I didn’t have a date.” But even I knew my words lacked the sincerity I needed to convince the Madam I was anywhere but on a date with Kelly.
The Madam hooted through a fit of laughter. “You are really something else, darling.”
Giving up on trying to keep my secret from her, I asked, “How did you know?”
“It was clear as day from the moment I saw you waddling into my office.” She raised her brows, giving me a knowing look.
Suddenly I was aware of how I sat gingerly in my seat, and she was right about me waddling around. It looked like I had a stick up my ass, and no matter what I did to try to conceal it, I only made it worse. “And you’re going to allow this?”
She tilted her head to the side, giving me a questioning look.