I pulled the shower curtain closed and stepped beneath the heavy stream of hot water. This luxury still felt unreal to me. Rivers of water droplets cascaded down my body, curving over my hips and swirling down my legs before pooling between my feet.
The electricity of Adam’s lips remained on mine.
There was a rush in my body… an ache that longed for him. I couldn’t believe that he actually kissed me. Still so overwhelmed by the worry of what may happen to him that I almost didn’t register the hints if there were any.
I pressed the tips of my fingers to my lips and felt the warmth of a blush growing. My time with him felt so different than sex had felt in a long time. I remembered the night that he told me to get my roommate to finish me off, and the way that I fucked him in my head. I wondered if it would be anything like that.
The relationships you form as an escort are never positive, and mine have clearly been reminiscent of that idea. I had become incredibly self-destructive in Cain’s absence, and I formed relationships that served to only fuel my addiction to sex. There was no positive… only an occasional orgasm.
And the thing with orgasms is, when a man is getting with a sex worker, her pleasure goes out the window as long as they experience the pleasure they seek. It was that way with Finn, with King… with all of the men who operated as my clientele.
But Cain was always… Different. He didn’t view me as a sex worker. He didn’t think of me as disgusting. He was always good to me, even when I was an absolute bitch to him.
He fucked up, twice, and I hated him for both. I really, truly, hated him. At one point, just being in the same room with him after the frat party felt like enough torture to push me over the edge.
Looking back, I understand why he didn’t come… I mean, I wouldn’t have rescued someone who had just called me worthless and stupid.
My chest began to ache, and I pulled the water over my face to wipe free the makeup that had dried in streaks down my cheeks. I scrubbed my fingers in circles over the soft skin and sighed.
What am I doing?
Why does his presence feel so safe? Why do I search for him in seas of people? Why does his touch light a flame within me that burns so vibrantly that I feel invincible?
And… why does it terrify me?
Why do I feel like the only outcome of this is heartbreak? Will I fuck this up too?
I slathered a dollop of soap across my body, scrubbing everywhere. I felt filthy… disgusting. My skin reeked of all the hundreds of men who had used my body, sending this itching burn throughout my flesh. I scrubbed until all of my skin was red and raw, tears pooling in my eyes. This overwhelming heat burned in my chest.
I’m wasn’t sure that I wanted this…
I want to run away and hide, to go back to the normal where sex was a means of making money… money I never saw, but money, nonetheless.
No strings attached, no heartbreak, no pain.
I stood there in the water and let it continue to cover me in its warmth, and then I even reached forward to increase the temperature. Scalding water now cascaded over me, and even though I winced, I felt the relief of the pain existing somewhere other than within me. It helped me to breathe, slowly, fully.
The steam within the bathroom deepened and I could feel the jaws of anxiety pulling at me. I don’t want to stay here. I don’t want to do this.
I placed my hands against the cool tile of the wall and searched for air, failing to fully pull in a breath that didn’t fully consist of my own self-harming steam. The air was thick and moist, suffocating.
A soft knock sounded from the door, but I couldn’t answer it.
The sound of my heartbeat throbbed in my ears, and I placed my head against the tile, the heat enveloping me in its suffocating grips.
Suddenly, the temperature decreased in the room, and a swell of cool air pushed in as the door to the bathroom opened and Adam entered. He stepped towards the shower and lowered the temperature slowly until the water had shut off completely, and a large fluffy towel soon encircled me.
I whimpered, finally able to catch a breath that wasn’t steeped with moisture. As I turned around, Adam’s features were soft, they were kind. He extended his arms to me slowly.
I stared at him for a moment, the leather jacket that I had seen him wear for two years, dark jeans and a thick belt. Eventually, courage built up within me and I stepped forward, leaning into his chest and allowing him to wrap his arms around me. Those feelings of confusion and uncertainty drifted away, and all I felt was safety.
Adam nuzzled his nose into my wet hair, placing a soft kiss on the damp skin of my forehead.
“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked.
The comfort I felt in his embrace eclipsed my reservations. I would give anything in the world to make sure I could stay in these arms forever. I hesitated to express myself, but his reassuring silence actually encouraged me to speak.
“I’m just scared, Adam.” I muttered, hearing the tremble of my voice between my words.
“I heard you hyperventilating, and you didn’t respond when I asked if you were okay,” He muttered.
Saving me again.
I closed my eyes and buried my face in his chest, “I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered, “But I am absolutely terrified of you hurting me.”
Adam placed a gentle hand on the towel covered small of my back, his other hand moving up to stroke my hair gently, “I’ll go as fast or as slow as you want me to,” He whispered.
His words soothed that burning inside like a balm, and I pulled my head back so I could look up at him. I did want this. I wanted him to hold me. To kiss me. To look into my eyes with those stunning blue orbs.
He met my gaze and smiled lightly, “We can stop here for tonight if you want,” He assured, placing a gentle peck on my lips.
I shook my head, “No, I want to…” I muttered, a blush settling on my cheeks in a dusty pink, “Can we just take it slow? Let me lead?”
Adam’s eyes softened and he nodded, “Whatever you need,” He took a step away.
“Get dressed, I’ve ordered us a pizza. It will be here soon. You don’t have to rush yourself into anything, Becca.”
My heart fluttered, and this time I knew it was with affection. I nodded, though the distance that grew between us drenched me in chills. Adam left me in the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind himself as he returned to the lounge.
I glanced down at my skin, burned a bright pink from the heat of the water. It showed clearly against the stark white of the fluffy bath towel. I didn’t understand what drove me to that extreme. To my feeling so absolutely out of control.
Maybe that’s what I needed: control.
I haven’t had a say in who or what comes in contact with my body since I turned twelve, and experience has manipulated my sense of normal. Adam was reserved, and kind. He treated me like my agency was acceptable and encouraged.
My pajamas sat in a neat pile on the counter, and I stepped out of the shower to pull them on. The soft silk of the camisole blouse soothed the heat that still radiated from my skin, and the matching shorts pulled up nicely around my waist. I felt comfortable.
I fluffed a towel through my blonde hair, drying as much as I could before pulling a brush through it.
A knock sounded from the front door, and brief chatter could be heard. Then the door closed. Adam’s footsteps alone sounded from the lounge.
I pushed the bathroom door open, and the scent of fresh pizza filled my senses, and my stomach growled loudly.
Adam grinned in my direction; his glasses perched on the end of his nose. He had changed into a pair of flannel pants and a Jimi Hendrix T-shirt, and was now sitting in his usual spot on the couch, “Hello, lovely.”
I blushed and stepped towards my seat, Where my blanket had already laid out, and a bottle of Coke and a paper plate laid on the coffee table for me. I sank into the cushions and breathed a sigh of relief as the panic from earlier finally washed away.
He opened a box of deep-dish pepperoni pizza and dished me out a slice. Excitement grew in my eyes, and he seemed to notice this, delivering a gentle peck to my forehead as I accepted the slice onto my plate.
I giggled, retreated back to my corner of the couch and began to nibble at the slice. Adam started to search through Amazon Prime for something to watch and stumbled upon a film called ‘The Escorts’. He shrugged and turned it on.
After we finished eating, I felt the arms of comfort calling to me, and I found my eyes wandering to Adam on the other side of the room. I pushed myself up from my spot and took a few steps towards him, “Is this seat taken?” I motioned to the empty space directly beside him.
He grinned, shaking his head, “No, absolutely not. Even if it was, I’d never deny such a beautiful woman her rest.” He said sweetly, then encircled a hand around my wrist to pull me gently into the seat. His arm lifted and fell around my shoulders to pull me lightly against him, his hand settling on the bare flesh of my thigh for mere seconds, before he moved it to rest on the silk of my shorts instead.
Chivalry is sexy as fuck…
I nibbled the back of my lip as I found it increasingly difficult to pay attention to the movie that was playing in the distance. I could smell his scent. Feel his warmth. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his soft features.
I reached to gently grab his hand from my hip and move it to rest on the warm skin of my thigh. Goosebumps travelled up my body and I hitched a soft breath.
I was certain that this was what I wanted.
Adam sent a soft squeeze to my thigh, and I flashed back to his hands gripping my waist as I ground my hips against him at the club on his birthday. I felt my core ache softly, slowly, and I turned my head, extending my hand upward to cup his cheek, guiding him into a gentle kiss.
He obliged, his hand slipping from my thigh to slide beneath the fabric of my shirt.
Our kiss deepened as I removed my hand from his face to pull back the fabric of his pajama pants.
His cock was already hard, pressing against the restricting hold of his boxers. As I pulled them down, his dick popped right out, nearly all by itself. My fingers began to circle his tip as I continued to kiss him, both of us growing hungrier by the second.
A soft whimper of enjoyment escaped his lips as I started to stroke his shaft in slow desired-filled swoops. While I stroke, I peeled my lips from his, but his free hand came up and gripped my throat lightly, pulling me back to him.
Drenched.
I was fucking soaking.
I could already feel my pussy begging.
I stroked his cock faster, reaching my other hand down into my shorts to stroke my clit.
After a few minutes of this, Adam pulled away from me entirely and tucked his dick back into his pants. I stared at him, confused and worried that I’d done something wrong, but he smiled at me. His hand raised to usher me towards his bedroom, and without a second of hesitation, I obliged.
He guided me inside and I stepped quickly to sit at the edge of his bed. Adam’s eyes lulled in a lusty stare as he took in my appearance.
“Do you trust me?”
My heart fluttered, and I nodded slowly.
Adam smiled and pulled open a drawer to his side, retrieving a pair of handcuffs. Genuine police-grade handcuffs. “You promise me that you will use your safe-word?” he asked, walking toward me with the handcuffs dangling to his side.
I felt the tips of my fingers twitch as excitement grew. I nodded, but he shook his head.
“Use your words,” He demanded, his voice low and raspy.
I felt myself choke for a second on the air in the room, but then smirked, “Yes, sir.”
“Wrists,” He demanded.
My nipples formed stiff peaks beneath my silken blouse, peeking through slightly, as I lifted my hands from my lap and extended them, palms facing the ceiling.
Adam clipped one of the cuffs around my wrist. It clicked three times until the cold metal pressed lightly on my skin. Contrast to the burning warmth of my arousal.
“Crawl,” He ordered, pointing to the metal bars of his headboard.
I glanced at him for a moment, and his eyes were dark with lust, but that familiar feeling of safety lingered beneath it all. I obeyed his order and turned to give him a full display of my ass as I crawled to the top of the bed.
Adam climbed up as well and threaded the other cuff through the metal bars above my head. then he gently took my other wrist and pinned it to the headboard. He dipped down, pressing a ferocious kiss to my lips as he secured my other hand in the cuffs.
He then pulls from my kiss with a grin, “Sorry they’re not fluffy.”
I giggled as I stared up at him, “It’s okay,” I muttered, “I like it rough.”
His eyes glazed over, and his lips pulled into a smirk, “You’re so used to giving pleasure. I’m gonna show you that I refuse to take and not give.”
His fingers started travelling to the buttons of my blouse and then slowly opening them, placing a kiss underneath the skin where each button had been until the blouse popped open, fully displaying my breasts.
Adam smiled, and then dipped to roll his tongue over one of my hard nipples, squeezing my other breast lightly. I shuddered as his lips grazed the sensitive nerves on my breasts. This man was going to destroy me.
He pulled away from my breasts and hooked his index fingers under the waistband of my shorts, “Up,” he said softly.
I lifted my hips for him, watching intently as he slowly pulled my shorts down my body and eventually off my legs. He placed the silk shorts on the bedside table and smiled at me, his eyes fully meeting mine.
“You’re so beautiful, Becca.” He murmured.
My heart still raced, and I narrowed my eyes to shoot rays of lust toward him, “What did you say earlier?” I asked.
Smirking, “That you’re my pain in the ass?” he asked, dipping to hover over me, his lips brushing lightly against my chin.
I gasped lightly, “That I’m yours?”
He chuckled in a low growl and nodded, nipping at the skin on my ear, “You’re all mine, Becca.” he purred.
I shivered and shifted as I felt my core craving for him, my eyes fluttering with desire.
Adam pulled away from my ear and then smiled down at me, “You say the word and it stops immediately.” He reassured, awaiting my confirmation of a nod before he reached his inked fingers between my legs to push them open, his middle finger being the first to touch my throbbing clit.
I hissed in a breath and pulled at the handcuffs as I felt the warmth of his fingers. Adam placed gentle kisses on my breasts and rolled his fingers around my clit, allowing me to grow accustomed to his touch.
“Your body’s so perfect,” He muttered, pushing his fingers lower to press against my entrance. I craved him… I wanted his fingers deep inside of me.
He obliged, plunging the art covered digits into the depths of my sex and then pulling them out slowly, “You’re so wet. I must be doing something right.”
I shivered, spreading my legs wider as he continued to slowly stroke my pussy with his large fingers. They were bigger than mine, and much more fulfilling. He stroked along the inside wall until he stumbled upon a certain clump of nerves that summoned an audible moan from deep inside of me.
He smirked and continued to target this spot, increasing his speed as he pulled his fingers in and out.
I rolled my hips against his fingers and my head back into the plush comfort of his pillows. He felt so good inside of me.
Adam sent in another finger and dipped his head between my legs to place a gentle kiss on my clit. I whimpered and tugged at the cuffs, wanting to cover my mouth, but I couldn’t.
He massaged m g-spot with his fingers while his tongue was running circled around my clit. All I could do was squirm beneath him, helpless.
“Fuck…” I muttered breathlessly, sweat beading on my forehead. The ecstasy was real, I could feel it coursing through my very soul, crawling from the depths of my core to reach my nipples.
Adam must have taken this as a personal challenge, as he sped his fingers up and began sucking on my clit.
It was the absolute perfect rhythm to send me right over the moon.
I arched my back, “Fuck, don’t stop!” I whimpered, feeling the crescendo of the orgasm growing near.
Adam kept his pace and pulled his mouth from my clit to rub it quickly with his other hand.
I called out in pleasure as I felt the buildup of pressure and fluid finally release from within me.
My body vibrated in warmth as Adam ever so kindly escorted me into another fucking dimension, and I repaid him by completely drenching his bed in a sopping pool of my own fluids.
Adam smirked and removed his fingers from inside of me. He lifted my hips and pulled the comforter from beneath me, tossing it to the floor as his lips crashed hungrily into mine.
It was a deep, passionate kiss that made my toes tingle.
I was just coming down from my high when Adam flipped me onto my stomach, my ass now pointing directly into the air.
He pressed his hard bulge into my throbbing entrance and ground it there.
“Do you see how fucking hard you make me?”
My eyes closed tightly as I managed to produce a quiet, “Y-yes.”
“Do you want to feel my hard cock inside of your soaking wet pussy, Becca?” His voice carried through the entire room with a damning rumble.
I quivered, “Yes… Yes Adam… stick your fucking cock in me, now!”
His bulge twitched against my entrance, and then he pulled it free. “Contraception?”
“Always,” I responded shakily, the need for his dick overwhelming.
He angled his tip to my entrance and slowly pushed inside of me. He wasn’t as big as King, but he still filled me to the brim. I let out a genuine moan of pleasure as he adjusted himself inside.
Adam pulled his hips back, pulling his tip all the way back to my entrance, “You like it rough, do ya?”
“Fuck yes!” I turned my head back to look at him.
“Good,” He smirked, then plunged himself deep inside of me all at once.
I winced at first but found my body tingling in need. He reeled back before thrusting again.
Soon he built up a steady rhythm.
He filled my pussy with his length.
He slammed it into me, over and over.
“Nnng,” I arched my back and rolled my pelvis to assist his angle, and his hands secured themselves to my hips. He gripped at the flesh like his life depended on it, using the grip to hit me at just the right angle to ensure that I melted against him.
“Fuck me, Adam!” I called, pulling against the handcuffs like I had just been sentenced to life.
He rolled his head back, pounding his hips into mine, his balls slapping perfectly against my clit.
I whimpered and felt my legs shaking. The whore in me began to break through as I noticed his staggering thrusts, he was close.
“Yeah, baby. You like my tight pussy?”
He stuttered in his rhythm for a moment, “Yeah, I fucking do.”
I moaned loudly, “My pussy is all yours. Fucking fill me with your cum, like the fucking slut I am.”
He groaned and his muscles tensed as he tightened his grip on my waist. “You want me to fill you up, Becca? To breed you?”
Well, that is a kink I didn’t know I had.
He had found a way to make me stutter just the same, and for a moment I lost all sense of my faculties, “Yes!” I groaned, “Fucking fill me up. Make me yours!”
Adam’s face twisted into that of release, and he slammed into me a few more times before he let out a loud moan and his body convulsed.
I could feel the shift as he dumped his load deep inside of me.
That was enough for me.
I came a second time.
Adam slowly pulled out, shivering. I could feel the dripping of his cum as it seeped down my twitching pussy.
He collapsed beside me on the bed, and relief washed over the pair of us.
He reached across to the nightstand to grab the key for the handcuffs and released my wrists. I pulled them close, rubbing the sore redness. Adam pulled them to his lips and placed comforting kisses on the hot skin.
I smiled at him softly and curled into his chest, seeking out his warmth. One of his hands tangled gently in my hair.
“Was that… okay?” his blue eyes fell over my body as his other hand moved to gently stroke my exposed skin.
The fear and confusion that I had felt were now completely banished to the back of my mind, and I nodded, “Yes, Adam.” I muttered as I buried my face in his chest.
He smiled at me brightly and nuzzled my hair, “That was amazing,” he whispered.
I giggled and reached to intertwine my fingers with his, “Never slept with a prostitute before?” I teased.
Adam’s eyebrows furl and he shook his head, “You’re not a prostitute.”
“I am,” I smiled, “Not that I get anything for it.”
Adam pressed his lips to my forehead and sighed, “I will never see you as a prostitute.”
The smile fell from my face, “Prostitution isn’t a bad thing.” I urged.
He nods, “I agree, but you don’t want to be a prostitute. You are doing it for justice, not desire.”
He was right. The only thing that kept me going was the hope of seeing the motherfucker who killed my best friend finally repaid. I snuggled into his chest and sighed; the weight of the world seemed somehow quite bearable in this moment.
“Becca,” Adam hummed softly, brushing his fingers against my cheek as he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear.
I searched his face for a moment before landing on his eyes.
He smiled, pushing himself from the bed, and then he began searching for his pajama bottoms, “Thank you for coming back into my life.”