Chapter 14 Kaia
Kaia
I clear my throat and adjust the belt on my secondhand trench coat as I step off the elevator on the top floor of the address that Calum gave me.
Stepping into a eerie white space, I look around.
The room is lit from a strip of lighting that blends in with the wall; the floors are black stone.
Just twenty paces away is a door that’s ajar.
But other than that, there are no clues for me to follow.
Definitely no sign of Calum.
My heart thrums in my chest as I move toward the doorway. The only sound is the click of my heels as I cross the dark granite floor.
Reaching the heavy door, I tug it open and step into the dimly lit space just beyond.
My eyebrows rise as I take in the huge room. The lighting in here comes from candelabras placed at strategic points against the backdrop of a huge floor to ceiling window that spans the whole space.
A stage and stripper pole are set up to the left, and a single black leather booth.
In the middle of the room there is a huge white bed, piled high with pillows.
And to my right is some odd looking pleather furniture, a large wooden X, and a wall of shelves with dark boxes.
I can’t help but notice that one of the shelves has a bunch of sexy toys and dildos lined up on it, going from a small sleek pink device to an enormous black dildo at the end.
What in the world have I just walked into?
“Calum?” I call out. “Hello?”
A doorway opens to my left. Calum strolls out, looking like he has just walked off a runway: he’s wearing a dark t-shirt and low slung jeans, his dark hair carefully messy. He sweeps his icy gaze over me, chilling me to the bone.
He smirks as he strolls toward me. “Hello, Kaia.”
Goosebumps break out over my entire body. I lift my purse nervously, needing to put something between our bodies. Swallowing and lifting my chin, I lay down the law.
“I’m here.” I toy with my sash. “Do you want me to just get naked?”
He arches a brow as he walks past me, to a little bar cart that’s set up in the corner. “Do you want a drink?”
He pushes a button on a panel and rap music starts filtering through unseen speakers. I gulp and shake my head.
God, this whole scenario makes me so fucking nervous. My heart is fluttering like a hummingbird in my chest.
Calum waves a hand toward the bed. “Sit. I have a contract for you to sign.”
He pours himself a drink as I walk over to the big bed, perching myself on the corner. It’s a little hot in here, enough to make me notice. My trench coat is over warm… but I’ll be damned if I’m going to take it off until he tells me to. After all, he did say to dress to impress.
So underneath the coat I’m wearing a silky see-through black teddy, a barely there black lace bra, and the tiniest black lace thong.
Calum walks over to me, smirking, and puts down a small sheaf of paper on the bed beside me. I flush as he places a pen beside it.
He stands above me, sipping his drink and staring at me as I look at the papers.
My breath catches as I pick up the contract, skimming it. The basics I glean from reading are that he doesn’t want me to tell anyone about what we’re doing, he wants to be able to call me literally anytime he feels like company, and he wants me to say yes to whatever he says.
That’s essentially signing away my right to say no.
I frown, looking up at him. “I don’t mind most of this. But… this is basically saying that I have to say yes, no matter what you propose.”
He smiles coldly. “That’s right.”
“What if I don’t want to do something?”
He edges closer, brushing my knee with his. He looks down at me, his lips twitching.
“What do you think I want to pay you so well for? Turn the page, look at the number, and then sign the fucking contract.”
My heart squeezes, my stomach flip flops. Under his cool blue gaze, it’s hard to do anything but what he says.
I look at the contract, flipping to the next page. And then my heart starts beating frantically at the number I see.
A half million dollars a month.
A half a million.
Per month.
My mouth opens, but there are no words in my empty head. I glance up at him, beseeching.
And he picks up the pen, shoving it in my hands. I take it as his fingers brush my knee.
“I—“
Calum shuts me down by shaking his head. “Enough talking. Sign the contract so we can move on to other things, beauty.”
His nickname for me sends chills down my spine. I uncap the pen and scrawl my name across the bottom of the page.
As I do, I’m aware that I’m making a choice.
I am selling myself to Calum.
He’ll own me.
Possess me.
The ink on the dotted line begins to dry.
I toss the pen and the contract aside, shuddering as I look up into his dark eyes. He just smirks.
“Good girl.”
I bite my lip and frown, not knowing what I’m supposed to say to that. Sweeping up the contract and the pen, he puts them back at the bar cart. Then he walks very slowly back to me. My heart thunders when he comes close enough that I can feel his body heat.
My head falls back and I look at him, uncertainty and questions filling every inch of me. He looks down into my eyes with a smug expression.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, reaching out his fingers to ever so lightly touch my upper arm. “So delicate. So fucking innocent. And here I am, already thinking of all the ways that I can ruin you.”
My eyes widen. “Ruin me?”
He tilts his head, running his fingers across my collarbone and down into the fabric hiding my cleavage. “Oh yes, beauty. I want to make sure that no man will ever have you quite like this.”
I gulp. For some reason, my eyes are drawn back to the shelf of sex toys and dildos. “Are you going to use those on me?”
My voice comes out as a soft squeak.
Calum turns his head and then gives a sharp bark of laughter when he sees what I’m looking at.
“Oh, beauty. I can’t wait to make you spread your legs and beg me to make you come.
And those will definitely be a part of it.
” He swings his smoldering gaze back to me, pinning me in place.
“But we should start slow. For now, I want to sit in the booth over there and watch you dance for me.”
Without another word, he turns on his heel and heads left, toward the stage. I follow, closing my trench coat more tightly against my collarbone. Calum throws himself down against the black leather booth, folding his hands behind his head.
My hands shake as I grab the belt of my trench coat, walking up to him. For some reason, it’s harder to take off my coat than to just be half-naked.
“Volume louder,” he shouts. The music suddenly swells, shifting to a rap song I recognize.
As I untie the belt, I bite my lip and look down at the massive man that I’m about to strip for. Part of me wants to panic, to run screaming from this room.
But another part of me really wants to stay. That part of me is curious what is going to happen and doesn’t care if being here is more than a little dangerous.
I take off my coat, letting it fall to the ground. Calum’s eyes devour me, from my head to my toes.
“Jesus,” he swears. “You are so fucking hot, Kaia.”
I blush and struggle not to cover myself. “Do you want me on the pole?”
He bites his lip, smirking, and shakes his head. “No.” He spreads his big hands out across his lap. “I’ve been waiting for you to give me another lap dance, beauty. I want to see you unravel while we are touching, just the way you almost did last time.”
I raise my eyebrows, flushing hot pink. “You do?”
His lips twitch. “No more questions. Come here.”
I take a step toward him before my stripper training comes back to me.
Head up. Shoulders back. Your hips should sway every time you walk.
Make him want you.
Transforming into that character is easy and natural once I remember that I should do it. I smile at him, biting my lip a little as I strut over to where he sits. His eyes sparkle as I stop just short of his reach.
“Club rules,” I say, swaying my hips. “No touching, remember?”
I bend down toward him. The hint of his aftershave curls in my nose. The look on his face reminds me of a curious cat.
Calum reaches out and grabs my hips, pulling me onto his lap. “Fuck the rules. That’s why I brought you here. You signed the contract. Now I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
I straddle his lap, my breath leaving me in a sharp huff. “Calum…”
He lifts his hips and grinds into my ass. “Shut up.”
I have to take back some semblance of control. So I clamp down on his lap and ride it for a minute, teasing him by putting my hands flat on either side of his head.
“Relax,” I whisper, lifting and lowering my hips. “Let me take the reins for a minute.”
I slide down a little closer to him. He shifts and his cock pops up between us, long and thick. Rocking my hips, I bump it a few times.
“Tease,” he accuses. He moves again so that his cock settles against the seam of my pussy.
I rock my hips again, stopping when my movement brushes the hard tip of his cock against my clit. A very soft “Ohhh,” pops out of my mouth.
It’s not supposed to feel good for me, is it?
His eyes sparkle with enjoyment. “Is that the spot, beauty?”
He thrusts his hips up and his cock brushes that same spot again. My face reddens. I splay my hands out across his chest.
“I thought we were trying to get you excited,” I say, a little breathlessly.
His lips twitch. He stops moving suddenly.
“You know what I want?”
I swallow, shaking my head slowly. “No.”
“I want you to take off those panties and touch your clit while you ride my lap.” He starts unbuttoning his jeans, his eyes glinting.
My throat works. “I—“
He moves so suddenly, ripping at my teddy and then at my panties in a frenzy. He tears my teddy in two and rips my thong off entirely, then he reaches out and pulls my bra cups down to expose my breasts.
My heart is thumping against my ribs. My eyes are open wide, my lips parted.
Is this what I signed up for? a small voice whispers in the back of my head.
“Touch yourself,” he growls, looking up at me. “Show me how dirty you can be, Kaia.”
He takes my hand and moves it down between us, then puts his hand in his jeans. I can only see a peek of pink flesh and he takes his cock in his fist.
Wetting my lips with my tongue, I trail my fingers down to my clit. It’s swollen and needy right now, throbbing with every heartbeat. When I swipe my first two fingers over it, I almost stop breathing.
It feels good, obviously. But am I really supposed to touch myself like this with him right here? I feel his gaze on me as I circle the little nub.
What Calum is doing is far more interesting, in my opinion. He grits his teeth and works his hand up and down his shaft. I lean forward, biting my lip, trying to catch a glimpse.
His cock is enormous, not that it’s any surprise. It pokes out from his jeans, dark pink and veiny, thick and uncircumcised. He catches my wide eyed look and smirks.
“Don’t worry, beauty. When the time comes, you’ll take the whole fucking thing in any hole I want. After I come in your mouth and take your virginity, I’m going to fuck your ass.”
My jaw drops. “Calum!”
He reaches up, grabs me by the hair, and pulls my face down to his. His mouth finds my lips, plundering them mercilessly.
He pulls back for just long enough to whisper against my lips. “I’m going to come, thinking about how fucking tight your little pussy will choke my fucking cock.”
My clit throbs in response, though I’m horrified. He kisses me again, more brutal this time as he jackhammers his hand up and down his cock.
He comes with a roar, sticky white semen splashing from the tip of his cock and getting all over my belly. His tongue penetrates my mouth just after he finishes, moaning as his cock twitches.
Calum releases my hair, dropping his hand and leaning back. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Damn, Kaia.”
My cheeks turn pink. I carefully try to extricate myself, but Calum grabs me by the back of my neck and kisses me for a long moment. His tongue works against mine, making the throb between my legs grow sharper.
Then he turns me loose. “Okay. Get up.”
My face turning red, I scramble off his lap and spot my coat. Grabbing it, I pull it on and tie the belt.
Calum just lies there for another second, tucking his cock back in his jeans. He looks at me, his mouth turning down at the corners.
“Are we done?” I blurt out, hugging myself around my waist.
His brows lower over his eyes. “Do you have somewhere else to be, Kaia?”
God, could this moment be any more mortifying?
“No,” I say with a frown. “Just… if you are done, I have a long ride on the subway to get home. The sooner I leave, the sooner I can get dressed again.”
He rolls his eyes and zips up his fly. “My driver will see you home.”
I glare at him. “I’m fine. I’m just asking if you’re… done.”
He frowns. “It’s not a request. And you can go. But be in the dance studio an hour early. All the really good dancers show up early to practice combinations.”
My brows rise. “Oh?”
He presses a button and the music turns off. “Yes.”
With that, he lumbers by me, headed back toward the door that he first entered through. I don’t quite know what else to say.
But that turns out to be a good thing, because he soon disappears through the doorway, slamming the door closed behind him.
I’m left blinking at the wall where he disappeared, feeling inexplicably let down.