Kaden (Recherché series) Page 2

  He’s making me shady, but instead of saying anything I simply nod and back out of the office.

  I bump into Poppy on her way in. “Oh, hey Kade.” She smiles brightly. Poppy would be said one woman to Thor, and she’s the only one who could ever get away with calling me a nickname. She’s a snarky redhead, but there’s something about her that always makes me smile. She shuffles past me into the office.

  “Hey, ginge.” Thor says, and then the door closes. Yeah, that’s for the best.

  I walk into the bar of the Ritz and scan the room. Men in suits and women dripping in expensive jewelry fill the tables, talking over glasses of wine and short glasses of scotch. I take a seat at the bar and order a vodka. I’m a beer kind of guy, but one of the first things Thor taught me is that in this game it’s all about appearances. We may be escorts, but we must appear upper class in order to attract the upper class. We have to blend in. Even Maddox has the ability to look like some kind of Hugo Boss model when he ties his hair back and puts on a good suit. And so, I drink vodka because I can’t drink scotch for shit.

  He places a napkin on the bar in front of me before popping the glass down. I pick it up, swirling the ice cubes around the bottom of the misted glass.

  “Kaden?” I glance up at the sound of my name, turning towards the woman who is now standing right beside my bar stool, her dark eyes fixed on my face.

  “Melanie.” I flash her a smile but her expression doesn’t shift. Melanie Myers is a hot shot attorney. She heard my name via another client of mine and called me about two months ago. Between working in New York and a busy schedule, this is the first gap she’s had in her schedule. Or so she told me in her email last week.

  She looks every part the intimidating, power woman: from her hair which is in a twist on the back of her head, to the pencil skirt that clings to her thighs, tapering in at her narrow waist. She’s attractive, but there’s something hard and unforgiving about her. I’m used to clients falling all over me, flirting and touching… wanting. This woman just paid five grand to see me, and yet she almost seems disinterested.

  “Can I get you a drink?” I ask.

  “Brandy.”

  I signal the bartender and order her brandy. The bartender places it on the bar in front of her. She picks it up and necks it. Well fuck. “With all due respect, I didn’t pay five grand to sit in a bar.” I press my lips together, trying not to smile, because damn.

  I cock a brow at her, picking up my glass. “Lead the way.” I down the vodka and follow her across the bar. She turns right, across the marble lobby playing it’s classical music. The elevator doors glide open and we step inside. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t look at me even, and I’ll be honest, it’s kind of throwing me off my game. The lift goes to the top floor, and again, she steps out, turning left down the hallway. She walks with purpose, as though she has somewhere to be. There are no doors in the hallway, only one at the end of the hall.

  She swipes a key card over the reader beside the door and it opens with a click. She moves inside and walks straight to the wall of windows, dropping her handbag on a chair in the corner. Soft light illuminates the room and I stroll across to the leather chesterfield that’s facing the flat screen TV. I unbutton my suit jacket and take it off, throwing it over the back of the couch. She slowly turns around to face me. Her eyes trace over my body as she takes measured steps towards me, her hips swaying in a way that screams of confidence.

  “How old are you, Kaden?” She asks, pulling at my tie and untying it.

  “Twenty-one.” She inhales a deep breath and tilts her head to the side as though observing me.

  “So young.” A small smile pulls at her lips as she pulls the tie loose and drapes it around her own neck. She starts to unfasten the buttons of my shirt. I stand completely still, watching her expression as she reveals more of my skin. She pulls the material apart and shoves it down over my shoulders. Her eyes lift to mine and I lean in to kiss her. She reaches out, her fingers wrapping around my jaw and squeezing hard, stopping me from getting anywhere near her. “This is not a romance. I don’t want your lips. I don’t want your false affections.” She pushes her thumb against my lips, pressing just hard enough to skim over the inner seam of my lips. “I want to mold you.” She growls. “I will ruin you, and then I will shape you.” She promises. I’m not sure whether I should be worried or turned on, but I can say this, I’ve never come across a client like this. I’m not sure what the protocol is here. Then I think; what would Thor say? He’d say give the customer whatever she wants. Be her fantasy, because that’s what we are. So I nod and spread my arms wide, offering myself to her.

  “Then ruin away, Melanie.”

  Her eyes narrow, even as a sly smile pulls at her lips. “Get on the bed.” Her tone brooks absolutely no argument. “On your back. Arms above your head.” I do as she asks, well, ask is a little generous. It’s more like an order really.

  She circles the bed, glancing over me like I’m a piece of meat. Eventually she bends over, pulling my tie from around her neck and binding it around my wrists. When she moves away I pull at my wrists only to find she’s fastened them to the headboard somehow. I’ve never been tied up, but the restraints combined with the predatory look she’s giving me is making my cock rock fucking hard.

  She starts to unfasten her blouse, moving to the foot of the bed. With every button I swear my heart rate picks up. She shrugs out of the shirt and then unzips her skirt, pushing it down her legs. Holy fuck, she’s hot. She’s wearing a black lacy bra with matching thong, garter belt and stockings. She releases the pins in her hair and it falls down her back in a mane of brunette waves. She just went from hard business woman to sexy as fuck dominant bitch. Damn, this is like every fantasy I’ve ever spanked one out to since I was fourteen years old. She kicks her shoes off and places one foot on the edge of the bed. Bending over she releases the garter straps one by one. They give way with a little ping, and with each one I swear my dick is getting harder. A curtain of hair falls half over her face and she glances up at me through her long lashes, watching my reaction before she straightens and does the same with the other leg. When she’s done she straightens, hooking her fingers into the lace at her hips and slowly sliding her thong down those long legs. Her thigh highs remain in place, the garter straps hanging lose against her toned thighs. And her pussy…her pussy is gloriously bare. She crawls onto the bed and throws a leg over me, straddling my chest. Her bare thighs press against my skin and her pussy is just right there. Hovering mere inches away from my chest. I glance down, looking at her spread wide. She reaches a hand behind her and rubs it over my dick making me groan and grit my teeth. A smile flits across her lips before she grips my jaw again and leans over, bracing a hand against the headboard. Her head drops forward and dark hair falls over her shoulders.

  “Do you want my pussy, Kaden?” She asks, her voice a seductive rasp. I can’t remember ever wanting to fuck a client so badly.

  “Yes.” I choke. Her lips twitch in the ghost of a smile.

  “Good.” She purrs. Her weight shifts and she places a knee either side of my head, yanking her weight forward. I look up at her pink pussy, spread right over my face. My fingers twitch with the urge to grab her thighs and yank her against my face. “Lick me.” She commands, before spreading her knees wider and lowering onto my face. I lift my head off the mattress and stick my tongue out, swiping the length of her in one lick. I hear her breath hitch, and do it again, applying more pressure against her clit. She lowers more, coming closer, wanting more. I smile and go to town. I eat her like she’s my favourite fucking meal, circling my tongue over her clit and pulling against the tie around my wrists as the urge to touch her becomes almost feverish. I groan against her and a moan slips from her lips, her hips rolling against my face. Fuck yes. The more I tease her, the more instinct takes over and she starts grinding her wet pussy against me, riding my face. It’s so hot. I press my tongue over her harder, faster. Her movements become frenzied,
and then a long string of moans fall from her lips. She comes against my lips and even more moisture coats my lips. I keep going, forcing everything from her, until she lifts away from me. I push up off the bed and thrust my tongue inside her once, tasting everything she has to offer. She wrenches away from me and stands beside the bed, breathing heavily. My dick is so hard I feel like I’m going to explode. I lick her off my lips and she moves away without so much as a glance in my direction. I frown when she picks up her thong, sliding it back up her legs before bending down and clipping the garter straps back in place. As she leans over, the straps pull tight against the back of her thigh, indenting into her arse cheek. I tear my eyes away from her and throw my head back against the pillow, focusing on the ceiling. Calm down, I need to get my shit together. I squeeze my eyes closed and jump when her fingers brush my arm. She’s standing beside me, fully clothed, her hair still loose. Her eyes never meet mine as she tugs on the tie, releasing my bound wrists.

  “That’s it?”

  She glances at me, her expression icy again, as if she didn’t just come all over my face. “I’ll be in touch.” That’s it, and then she picks up her handbag and walks out of the hotel room. I frown at the closed door, wondering what the hell just happened. My cock is throbbing. I’d usually get dressed and leave, but I can’t walk out of here like this. I yank my belt undone so fast my fingers fumble over the task. My trousers are pushed down and my cock is in my hand within seconds. I fist it and swipe my tongue over my lips, still tasting her. I groan, moving my hand faster, harder. I grip my shaft so hard that it borders on painful, but I need it, fuck I need it. My body tenses up, jackknifing from the bed as I come so fucking hard my vision blacks out for a second. Come shoots all over my stomach and I fall back against the mattress, panting and twitching like something possessed. What the fuck?

  I go to the bathroom and have to wipe spunk off my stomach like some horny teenager. Melanie is just a client like every other client, but there’s something about the way she dominates, her icy disposition that’s just thrown me off completely, because fuck I’ve never experienced a woman like that in my life. She rode my face like I was a cheap whore and I loved it. What the hell?

  I drag a hand down my face and get dressed. When I look presentable I leave the hotel room and head home.

  I push the door to the flat open and close it behind me. My roommate Ethan is on the sofa, headset on, playing the Xbox.

  “Hey, dude.” He says without looking at me. “Oh, you motherfucker. I’m gonna end you!” He shouts. I shake my head and go to the kitchen, taking a beer out of the fridge. There’s fuck all food in the house, so I take my phone out and order Chinese. The sad thing is I have an app that repeats the same order. Who said the student life wasn’t glamorous? I shouldn’t complain. Compared to most students we’re fucking high rollers. Call it benefits of the job.

  Ethan strolls into the kitchen, stretching his arms above his head. “I just ordered Chinese.” I tell him.

  “Sweet. Thanks man. How was work?” Ethan knows what I do, but he’s the only one, because he’s my best friend. The rest of my friends have no idea. As far as they’re concerned I’m just an average student with a very rich daddy. Don’t get me wrong, my dad’s wealthy, but not park-side apartment in central London, wealthy. Ethan pays the bills and we call it even. He’s asked me before if I can get him in with Thor, but he’s too much of a lad. Thor wants looks and an ability to please in the bedroom, but he also needs maturity and sophistication. I don’t pretend to be anything like Thor or Xavier, but I can hold a conversation, wear a suit well and talk the talk when I need to. Sophisticated isn’t the word I would use to describe Ethan.

  “It was fine.”

  “You got the stamina to go out tonight?” He asks with a grin. “There’s this chick who just transferred in from Cardiff. Banging. Blonde, legs up to here, tits.” He makes a groping motion and bites his lower lip. He’s an idiot.

  “Sure. I’ll be your wingman.”

  He narrows his eyes at me, dragging a hand through his dirty blonde hair. “Dude, the wingman is supposed to be less attractive.”

  I smirk. “Are you doubting your skills?” I sip on my beer.

  “No, I’m just aware of yours.” He scowls. I laugh. “Like, in any other universe I’d be the hot guy. I can see it now, the women just gushing all over for me…”

  “Use of the word gushing might be your problem.”

  “…but I ended up with you as a best mate, so I’m fucked either way.” He opens the fridge and takes a beer out. “Just be the Matt to my Channing.” He clasps his hands together. “Please. This chick is seriously hot. My dick might drop off it doesn’t get to spend the thirty seconds I know it’ll take me to come, in her pussy.”

  I roll my eyes. “Jesus, stop begging, it’s pathetic.”

  “I am pathetic. Like, in need of a hot blonde pathetic.”

  I sigh. “Fine, I’ll be gay, just until you land her though. You fucking owe me!” I point at him and push off the side, leaving the kitchen.

  “Make sure you wear something extra fabulous.” He calls after me. Prick.

  I glance at the queue of people waiting to get into Ice, one of the student bars downtown that Ethan loves. He tells me it’s where the good pussy goes, when in fact, it’s where the easy pussy goes. I walk straight up to the bouncer, Tommy, and he smiles wide.

  “Kaden, how are you?”

  “I’m good, mate.” He holds his hand out to me and I take it, letting him pull me into a chest bump. Before the whole escort gig, I used to promote for a couple of the bars on this street on a Friday and Saturday night. I know most of the doormen. He ushers us in, receiving groans from the people standing in line. All about who you know.

  “She’s at the bar.” Ethan shouts over the music. I nod and follow him through the packed bar. Ice is one of those places that used to be nice, but it’s since been hammered by students, drinking cheap drinks and getting smashed. Needless to say, the place could do with a touch up. Still, their mojitos are awesome, and their cage dancers are even better.

  We approach the bar and I spot the chick in question because she’s standing with a girl that Ethan’s friendly with. I give it to him, she actually is hot. Ethan’s taste in women can be questionable at times. Apparently she’s friends with Lacey, said friend of Ethan. I say friend, she’s dating one of Ethan’s mates. I might have accidentally fucked her that one time when they were on a break.

  We approach the bar where the two girls are sitting on stools. Music pulses around us and lights flash across bodies, casting them in different colours.

  Lacey smiles at me when I kiss her cheek. “Kaden. How are you? I haven’t seen you around lately.” Her dress is short and tight, just like half the women in here.

  “Ah, well, no rest for the wicked. I’m good. How are you?”

  She flicks long dark hair over her shoulder and twirls a strand around her finger. Oh, I know what that means. “Fine. Rick and I broke up last weekend.” Her friend squeezes her shoulder as if consoling her. This bitch isn’t looking for consolation. I glance at Ethan and a small smirk is on his face.

  “I’m sorry to hear that.” No I don’t want to fuck you. I like Lacey, but she’s an unexciting lay, and when you get paid to fuck, you only work for free when it’s the really good shit. “Who’s your friend?” I ask, changing the subject. Her eyebrows pull together in a frown and she glances to the blonde.

  “Ethan, Kaden.” She points to us. “…this is Melissa.”

  Melissa glances briefly at Ethan before dragging her eyes all over me. I’d almost feel violated if I wasn’t, well…me.

  “Want to buy me a drink?” She asks. I admit, I panic. Like, I’m Matt Bomer in this situation, and there’s guy code and fuck! My gaze darts around the bar before landing on a guy who looks like Maddox, kind of. Maddox fucks dudes. I’m going with it.

  “Uh, sure. But uh, I’d rather buy him a drink.” I nod towards the guy and the girls turn
to look at him. Ethan flashes me a look, shaking his head. I shrug. What the fuck does he want me to do?

  Lacey frowns at me. “Kaden, you’re not…”

  I cut her off. “I dabble. As a giver.” I nod. “Not a taker.” I shake my head. Damn, I’m like the fucking Churchill dog. She gives me a funny look and I turn towards Melissa. “But you know, I’m sure Ethan would love to buy you a drink.”

  She shrugs. “Sure. Thanks.” She flashes me a funny look and twists towards the bar.

  I clap him on the shoulder and pull him close. “Firstly, you fucking owe me, and secondly, step it up man. I can’t bring all the game for you.”

  “Piss off.” He scowls at me. “But you’re right, I owe you.” He steps between Melissa and Lacey, leaning against the bar and I’m wondering how the hell I’m supposed to pull this off.

  I actually end up going home early. I have clinic tomorrow and that whole thing was a minefield just waiting to go off in my face.

  I get up early the next morning and make coffee. I have to be at the hospital for eight, but it’s not far. I’m reading over part of my thesis when none other than Melissa walks into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of Ethan’s t-shirts. I make a conscious effort not to look at her long legs.

  “Morning.” I say.

  “Morning.”

  “There’s coffee. Help yourself.” I turn back to laptop and she moves around the kitchen, making coffee.

  “What are you reading?” She asks.

  I look up and find her leaning her elbows on the kitchen island. The shirt gapes at the front and my eyes drop to her chest for a second. “Um, it’s my thesis on Cardiovascular disease.”

  She press her lips together and nods slowly, clasping the mug of coffee in front of her. “Hot and smart. Such a waste.” She tuts.

  I huff a laugh under my breath. “Yep. That’s me. Wasted.”

  She flashes me a knowing smile, picks up the other cup of coffee beside her and leaves. “See you around, Kaden.” She says as she walks away.