6. Scarlet
SCARLET
His hands are on me before we even make it to the penthouse. The drive back to his place drags on into an eternity, and I can barely handle it, but somehow, we make it.
The moment we step into the elevator, he grabs me and pins me back against the wall of endless mirrors behind me.
I greet the gesture with a slight grunt, tipping my head backward.
One of his hands is on my hip, while the other remains on my throat.
Since he’s grabbed it back in the car for the first time, I suppose he’s noticed that it gets a rise out of me, and he has every intention of using it against me.
Not that I mind.
Breath play has been one of my main kinks since I first discovered sex and started engaging in it. It’s not often that clients care much about my pleasure and preferences rather than their own, so I gladly take any chance I have to enjoy it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my ear in that low, growly tone that has goosebumps rise across my skin. His lips drag heavy kisses over my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their path. “I’ve been thinking about it from the moment I first set my eyes on you.”
My lips part, and a small gasp escapes. Compliments from clients aren’t unusual, but there’s something so sincere and raw about his, that it makes me feel like I’m about to lose my mind. I feel every single word that leaves his lips all over my body.
“Knox …” I moan, squirming against him. My composure is long lost; I’m at his mercy now, and I know it. “More. Please.”
As the words leave my lips, a loud ding notifies us that we’ve arrived at his penthouse. The door opens, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead, he picks me up with ease as my arms wrap around his shoulders, and carries me down the brief hall that leads to his penthouse door.
As he opens the door, his dogs come rushing forward.
“Back,” he commands sternly, and both instantly step back, obeying his voice.
His focus returns to me as he carries me into the bedroom.
He places me down the moment we step inside, and his lips find mine again.
I don’t even have the time to look at my surroundings, nor do they matter.
My purse drops to the ground, and I couldn’t care less about it.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, barely able to steady my breathing as his hands roam across my body.
At last, they climb up to the straps of my dress, slowly sliding them down my shoulders.
I allow my arms to fall by my sides, so the dress slides down my body effortlessly, leaving me bare and revealed to him in nothing but my underwear.
It’s the same thing I’ve done a million times before; gotten undressed before a client like this, yet there is something so different about all of this. The way he looks at me. The worship in his expression. The hunger in his gaze.
He closes the distance between us in one short step, gently guiding me toward the bed. I fall on it first, and in a heartbeat, he’s on top of me. Our bodies are a tangled mess as we both try to remove the fabric from him desperately, needing skin-to-skin contact before we both lose our sanity.
My hands yank at his button-up shirt, removing it eagerly, only to reveal a body that looks as if it has been carved by gods themselves. Muscles upon muscles, with smooth, pale skin that invites me to drag my fingers all over it.
And I’m far too weak to resist the temptation.
His lips return to mine, kissing me eagerly, causing my body to arch underneath him. Just that motion alone is enough to spark arousal within me, which he undoubtedly notices as he trails his own fingers between my legs, right between my folds.
I whimper, tilting my head back as I lift my hips upward, needing him closer so desperately.
“Needy, aren’t you?” he hums, and I already know there is no point in trying to deny that. I’m a sinner, and he is the sweetest sin on this earth; the apple I can’t resist. My only response comes in the form of another shudder that I can’t control.
My lips part, and he closes the distance between us with another hungry kiss.
This time, I feel him rumble across the bed, searching for something, but I don’t have the willpower to look away and see what it is.
It’s only when I hear the sound of a package opening that I realize he reached for protection, which he swiftly rolls across his cock.
A moment later, I feel him there as he tugs my panties down my legs. His cock prods against my pussy. One of his hands supports his weight on top of mine, while the other traces a line around my throat. His lips are a mere breath away from mine, eyes locked on my gaze.
“Tell me what you want, Scarlet,” he says softly. “Use your words.”
“Knox …” Only his name rolls off my tongue at first. I can barely think, let alone beg. I usually meet with clients of all preferences and kinks, but things like this rarely happen. I can’t remember the last time I was this tempted to beg, both professionally and personally.
“All you need to do is say it out loud,” he murmurs, pushing his hips forward more. He’s thick and long, I can feel that much, and I so desperately want him inside me. My whole body trembles, desperately needing the contact. “Say it out loud, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“I want you inside me,” I plead, “and I want to be unable to breathe as I come for you.” My request is shameless, but I don’t care.
It feels like my sanity is hanging by a thread.
Those words, it seems, were all the encouragement he needed.
In one swift, deep movement, he rams himself inside me.
A moan tears from my lips as I arch my back underneath him.
Pain melts with pleasure, accompanied by my wetness, which allows him to slide deep with almost no resistance.
His body pins me down as my hands drag up his back, eager to leave marks to last. I try to catch my breath, but as he pulls himself back and rams himself into me once more, that proves to be pointless. He’s the air I breathe, and the essence lingers in my body at that point.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growls, and the sound is enough to make me shudder, spreading more tingles through my lower stomach.
His eyes are almost animalistic as they linger on mine.
Slowly, the hand that doesn’t support his weight travels across my body as he continues to thrust wildly into me, and he trails his thumb across my lips before it slowly, so slowly, slips inside my mouth.
I’m hungry for whatever I can get, sucking on his digits and swirling my tongue around them to show him exactly what he would be getting if it were his cock inside my mouth.
His expression shifts, ever so slightly, as if that arouses him as much as it arouses me. A moment later, he pulls his hand back. I almost protest until his fingers settle around my throat, tightening their grip.
My body reacts instantly.
Already overstimulated and burning with pleasure, it still somehow manages to fire up more. I sink into the mattress, trembling as I tilt my head back, eyes closed as I try to ride out the sensation.
Only then do I feel his lips by my ear.
“I knew from the moment I kissed you in the car that you’d enjoy this,” he murmurs, and I clutch his wrist, as if to make sure he won’t pull back.
I’m losing my mind; I’m sure of it at this point.
“You want me to control the air you breathe, don’t you?
You want me to be in complete control as this sweet little pussy of yours comes for me. ”
“Yes. Oh, God, yes,” is all that I manage to say before he’s deeper inside me, harder, hungrier. I’m shaking. I already know it won’t take me that long to reach my orgasm, especially when he hits all the right spots like this, and says all the right things. “Knox, oh, God.”
“That’s right. Fuck, that’s right. I want to hear you moan my name,” he grunts.
His muscles are tense on top of me, his body now coated in a light sheen of sweat.
My lips part; there are so many more things I want to say, yet I can’t make them pass my lips.
He leans in for another kiss that I hope will drag on, but it doesn’t.
It only lasts for a moment before he pulls back, and then his hand slides from my neck to my lips, clasping them so I can’t breathe.
Loud moans come out muffled against his palm, and the lack of air only further intensifies the pleasure, to the point where I feel lightheaded as I slip right over the edge, pleasure tingling through me.
Then, suddenly, that bliss rocks through me mercilessly, sweeping across every inch of my body.
My orgasm seems to trigger his own, because it only takes him a moment longer before he tenses above me, and I feel his cock strain deep inside me as he comes with a loud grunt.
He’s swept away by the same pleasure that still tingles inside me, and I want the moment to last.
By the time everything settles, we end up wrapped in each other’s arms. Every client has their own way of aftercare. Some want closeness, some prefer space. I’ve learned to adjust and give them what they need. This time, though, it feels deeper, in a way that almost takes my breath away.
Still, I let him hold me. It feels so natural, like it’s exactly where I’m supposed to be. For the first time, I don’t feel the urge to pull away or get dressed right after. I don’t want to leave, and that’s never happened before.
His lips brush against my forehead, and a shiver runs through me.
It’s the same kind of shiver he drew out of me earlier, but now it’s slower and gentler.
With everything I’d read about him, I didn’t expect this side of him.
I thought he’d be distant or cold. Instead, he’s tender and almost protective, keeping my body close to his as if he doesn’t want to let go either.
“Stay the night,” he says finally, breaking the silence that has filled the room. I glance up at him, searching his eyes, and all I see there is softness. “I was going to call you a car,” he admits, “but then I realized I’d rather you stayed. If that’s okay with you.”
I don’t answer right away. Words feel unnecessary. Instead, I move closer, sliding my arm around him. It hits me then that I haven’t felt this safe or comfortable with anyone in a long time. And that thought lingers in my mind, unsettling and curious all at once.
What have I just gotten myself into?