Chapter 2 – CARTER
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CARTER
“ M r. Cole. Welcome. I trust you’re having a good evening.”
The overeager clerk at the front desk straightened his tie as I stepped out of the elevator.
His bright eyes slid to my collar, where I knew there were at least a few crimson stains, and he blinked in surprise. Not my blood of course, but he wouldn’t ask. They knew better than that now.
“Can’t complain, Chris, ” I replied, using the name on his tag like a warning as he slid me the key card to the penthouse luxury suite and I passed him two fifties.
“H-have a fantastic night, sir,” he said, plastering a big ass grin on his face. I wasn’t paying him for giving me a key, I was paying for discretion. I had a standing reservation at the InterContinental’s penthouse suite every two weeks. Last night, a woman named Katerina arrived and checked in under my name.
Katerina. No last name and obviously not her real name. Usually, I worked with agencies to book the most exclusive, professional girls they had, but Katerina was an independent. She was in the background of a group picture on another girl’s profile and the agency said they didn’t know who she was, but they were willing to find her for me.
She was my first Czech girl. Perfect English, professional website, and guaranteed disease and drug-free even though I never fucked without a condom.
My biweekly sessions at the Intercontinental were one of the only indulgences I allowed myself. My reward for slogging through paperwork and smiling for the press. To be fucking honest, I think I preferred wading through grave dirt and collecting on debts.
Tonight I got a taste of that old hustle since my connections were too busy with issues of their own. My knuckles still ached, and I relished every second of the pain.
I arranged flights and accommodation for the women. I only ever wanted them for about a weekend at a time, so they were handsomely compensated. Sometimes, if they were around and I was in a mood, they would act as my dates to work functions and events. Never the same girl twice. It drove the media and the debutantes drooling for my attention absolutely mad.
But any press was good press. And these pretty European women were likely part of the reason I was dubbed the most eligible bachelor of the year. As if I would ever marry.
I let myself into the freesia-scented suite, letting the door click shut behind me.
“My love?” an accented voice called from inside one of the bedrooms.
I froze, my upper lip curling.
A woman, naked save for a loosely tied hotel robe came into the foyer. It was definitely Katerina. I’d jerked it to partial nudes of her for the past week. I’d know those tits anywhere.
Katerina was a leggy blonde with 250ccs of saline in each breast, a pretty face, and a petite frame. For the small price of a first-class round trip, hotel booking, and ten thousand dollars consideration, she was all mine.
She closed the distance between us and threw her arms around my neck.
“I waited so long, I thought you weren’t coming,” she cooed.
“I—” She silenced me with her mouth. Her lips against mine felt wrong in the worst sort of way. The taste of her foreign and unwelcome on my tongue. I gripped her arms, yanking her back as I broke the kiss with a sneer.
“I waited for you so we could order dinner together. What do you want to have?”
“Stop,” I hissed, peeling her arms from around my neck. She smelled of expensive perfumes and body butter. The scent of ylang-ylang was offensive on her skin in a way that made my stomach roil and heat rise up my neck.
She was going to have to take a shower.
“Let me take your bag for you—” she said, reaching for my case.
“I said stop .”
She flinched back, confused.
“Didn’t they brief you?” I all but sneered. “I’m not interested in the girlfriend experience.”
“You paid me ten thousand dollars and flew me across the world to do what? Stand still and open my mouth?” she snapped.
I liked her better already.
“I paid you for a service .”
“Yes, they told me what you like.”
I tilted her chin up so she looked at me. “But apparently they didn’t tell you what I don’t like.”
Her throat bobbed.
“Go to the bedroom and wait for me, naked. I want you on the ground, kneeling next to the bed. Don’t move, don’t talk. Don’t do a thing until I come inside. Understand?”
She pursed her lips but nodded. I released her, and she left, going quietly to the bedroom.
“And take a shower!” I called, my nose still clogged with the scent of her .
She disappeared into the bedroom, and I cursed, taking my tie off and tossing it on the couch.
I paid a premium for these girls specifically so shit like that didn’t happen. No mistakes. No inconveniences. No bullshit.
She wasn’t with the agency I talked to, so she probably hadn’t been informed of my particular requests. This was the last time I’d risk it with an independent.
I dragged the back of my hand over my lips.
I didn’t want to kiss ; I didn’t want to chat .
I didn’t pay girls to cuddle me and let me touch their hair, play-acting like they were excited and happy to see me. I paid to get off in the cleanest, most convenient way possible.
Not many girls could handle the things I wanted to do to them.
I glanced at the room where Katerina had gone. In a matter of seconds, she’d already pissed me off. I hated how the ghost of her kiss lingered on my lips and wanted to scrub them clean. I hadn’t kissed a woman since…
A roaring rushed in my ears and the edges of my vision dimmed as something hot and dark and aching rose up in my chest.
I leaned against the back of the couch and took a deep breath, trying to relax the tension in my jaw. I closed my eyes, imagining the ocean, being on the beach at night, hearing the water come up on the shore. I saw the moon full and big over the water. I felt the night breeze coming off the sea, smelled the fresh, salty air.
I didn’t let myself go further than that. Not tonight.
When my muscles unwound, I sighed and wet my dry mouth.
I opened my case and took out the cuffs and a condom, then pulled off my belt, taking the items with me as I pushed through the door to the bedroom. Katerina was on the floor, kneeling, naked, still damp from the shower, just like I’d told her. She looked up when I came in then immediately averted her gaze.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t speak unless I talk to you first. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
I told her to stretch her arms out in front of her. She flinched as the cold metal tightened around her wrists. They knew not to touch me during sex but mistakes happened, and she was already on notice after that bullshit in the foyer.
When I had a woman with me, I usually made a whole night of it. Long, drawn-out sessions, pushing and pulling until both of us were ready to explode. Tonight, I didn’t even want to look at my plaything. Not after she’d fucking kissed me.
That was practically rule number one. I wasn’t going to dock her pay for the mistake, the fault for that oversight landed squarely on the service who’d collected her for me. Besides, I had other ways of punishing her.
I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out, giving it a few lazy strokes that sent ripples of diluted pleasure down my legs.
“Open your mouth.”
Her eyes widened as she tilted her chin up. Eager now, she took me into the warmth of her mouth, running her tongue expertly down my shaft, suckling slightly, diligently, making me hard.
I grabbed her hair and modulated her speed.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes were already watering as she looked up. “You made me angry, Katerina. What are we going to do about that?”
She tried to make her appeal around my cock, the words coming out as garbled gibberish.
“I can’t hear you,” I said, holding her face still while I thrusted my hips, feeling the dam at the back of her throat against my tip. She tried again, gagging, coughing.
I pulled her in as deep as she could take me, feeling the give and the exquisite pressure just below the head of my cock as she swallowed me down deep enough for her nose to meet my abdomen. She gagged and her face reddened, eyes rolling back. I fucked her tight little throat until I knew she was seeing stars. Only then did I pull out.
Katerina drew in a ragged gasp, her pretty face wet with tears. She looked embarrassed at being unable to maintain her perfect exterior, trying to wipe at the wetness on her cheeks.
“Up,” I ordered.
She stumbled clumsily to her feet, still trying to catch her breath. I folded her over the bed and slapped her firm, round ass, making her squeak. Making her dainty hands curl into the silken comforter.
“Does that hurt?” I asked.
“No.”
I hit her again, harder, unable to help reliving the feel of her lips on mine. The wrongness of that touch.
“Now?”
“N-no.”
I went again, smacking the reddening skin, harder, again and again until she said yes .
Only then did I stop and examine my handiwork. Her ass red and tender. The folds between her legs dripping wet with desire.
She liked it.
Good.
I pulled the condom out and slipped it on before pulling her up by her hips, making her hold herself raised atop the mattress.
“You shouldn’t have touched me, Katerina.” I pressed my cock between her folds and reached forward to curl my hand around her neck. She arched her back like a good girl, giving me better access.
“I’m sorry,” she said with a shuddering breath. “Forgive me?”
I pressed my cock to her opening, squeezing her neck as I slid into her, giving her only a moment to adjust to my girth before I’d take exactly what I wanted.
She cried out as I thrust in to the hilt and shoved her down into the mattress.
Her core tightened around me and I threw my head back, clenching my teeth at the sensation before I gave in to my own wicked desire.
She bucked as I wrapped my hands around her hips with a bruising grip, letting out a little whimper of pain even as she wiggled her ass into my abdomen, silently begging me to move.
Hissing, I withdrew halfway and slammed back into her. Harder than before. Hard enough for her whole body to jerk from the movement.
With each thrust, I drew her to me, making her pretty pussy take me over and over again. The slap of our bodies joining grew louder with every second, almost loud enough to rival her panting cries as I lost all sense of decency and ravaged her greedy cunt.
I pistoned in and out of her, hating her for kissing me. Hating that she wasn’t Anna. That none of them were Anna.
That they would never fucking be Anna because she was gone.
A ghost who definitely wasn’t building fucking homes for the less fortunate in Malawi. I’d checked. I’d scoured the earth for her and still came up empty-handed.
I let it take over, the monster, the creature. I dug my fingers into her ass, fucking her like I hated her. Relentless, even when she squirmed. Her muffled moans against the bed turned me on. I went faster, fucking her through her orgasm, even as her wet cunt tried to force me out. I fucked her until stars exploded against my eyelids, every muscle coiled and jerking with my release.
Sweat poured down my temples and soaked through my crisp white button-down. I never got naked with the women I had sex with. One more thing too intimate for what we did together. Too revealing. No one needed to see what hid beneath the layers of cotton and ink.
She collapsed afterward, shuddering, her breathing uneven and ragged as she drew her knees in and pressed her forehead against them in an attempt to calm her body while I straightened myself back up.
“You should use the spa while you’re here. Charge everything to the room,” I offered, unlocking the cuffs with slow, measured movements, the mask of the professional businessman back in place.
“You’re leaving?” she asked. “Will you come back?”
I reached into my wallet and drew out its cash contents, unworried that there was close to a grand in large bills between my fingers as I pressed them into her hand.
“Have a safe flight home.”