Her Regular

Third person's POV

Kenna walked into the room with slow strides. It had only been a few days since her last job but she felt out of practice. She watched his broad shoulders start to shake as he laughed on the phone.

"I've got nothing to say to you. Just do as I said." His voice turned raspy as he ended the call with a laugh.

"Did something happen?" He voiced out, still not facing her as his eyes sat on his phone.

Kenna checked the room to see if they were alone and indeed, they were. "Me?"

He finally turned to her. She remembered every feature like it was their second meeting. His eyes, were all dark and dangerous looking, with hot, long eyebrows that would make any woman jealous. Lips as red as strawberries and a jawline that could cut through ice. His broad shoulders were what she loved the most. She could lay in them as his strong hands wrapped around her forever.

"You were gone for a while. I asked and they said you were indisposed." His eyes watched her carefully.

"I am, I mean I was." She shook her head, catching herself quickly. "I was away but I'm back. I'm all better." She tried to sound cheerful but even she could tell it didn't come out right.

"You are better?" He asked as he walked up to her.

A sad smile sat on her lips as she spoke. "I'll be okay."

The silence broke through the room but neither said a word. She learned not to question him after a few visits. He seemed to have all the money in the world to throw away and he came to the brothel to do it.

"Do you want to get started or you'll rather stare at my masked face."

"You know I don't mind and if that's what it will take to get you to take them off, I'll gladly do it." His rolled-up sleeved arms rested on the bed frame behind him as he tilted his head from side to side. Watching her every move, her every breath intake.

Jenna pinched the bridge of her mask, not in the mood to deal with his childish games. "You know that gets me uncomfortable. Can we just get this over and done with? I don't want to be here right now. I'd rather cry at home."

"So something did happen." He made an astute statement.

"I mean I want to go home," she said instead

"Staying the entire night it is. You know I don't mind." He threw his blazer to the side as he picked some cuffs from the bedside table.

He gazed at the cuff for a minute before placing them down. "Will you tell me what happened?" His previous attitude was gone. 

"Tell you what? That my boyfriend broke up with and amid my pain, I thought of you several times and how much I missed your dick thrusting harshly inside of me."

He froze for a second."What?"

She gave another exasperated sigh before speaking. "I know I said it hurt but the truth is that I like it and I miss you being rough with me. This is crazy." She couldn't stand him watching her any longer so she turned away from him, her gaze out the tinted window.

"It's not."

"It is. You are the client here. You should be making the requests, not me."

"Hey," he said softly as he took her in his arms, turning her face to him and pushing her hair behind her ears. He stared deep into her eyes. They were the green he had come to love. They said a lot of things without her speaking. They were the only innocent part of her.

"Let's just forget what I said and just get to it. I know you are a busy man and-

He cut her off. "I want to kiss you."

Her mouth fell open and like a fish out of water, she fought to catch her breath. "You've never wanted to before. You've always avoided them."

He closed the gap between them, his body pressed up against hers."Let me kiss you." His voice turned low and throaty.

"But-

He cut her off with a kiss. Her breath hitched in her throat as her eyes widened. He had never kissed her before. Not once in their six months of sex. He always avoided her lips and even when she tried to catch him off-guard, he was always prepared.

She froze, too scared to move. The kiss soon turned intense as his hands started roaming her body. His rough hands ripped off her raven lingerie. He never allowed her to stay in them for too long and he always replaced them.

He broke the kiss, his hands hung low in his pockets. "You talk too much you know that?"

She didn't say anything. Instead, she gazed at the floor and that's when she noticed his shoes. They looked expensive, like him. She was eager to know about his line of work.

Breaking the kiss, "should we start now?" She said instead

He didn't say anything and pulled her over to the bed. He pulled the cuff from the bedside table and like every time, assured her he wasn't going to take advantage of her. "I won't take off your mask," he said when he saw her squirming and her hands went to put her mask in place.

Quickly, she dropped her hands."I know. I was just checking." She whispered the last part, avoiding his eyes.

He watched her for a bit, examining her face. The opposite of what any other man in his place would do. "You don't trust me." He said softly, his shoulders dropping a bit.

Kenna's interest was piqued by his statement. "What?" She said in the same tone. "I do."

He shook his head harshly. "No, you don't." His eyes met her gaze again but this time, his hands roamed the curves of her body. He thought he'd be tired of doing that by now but they intrigued him every time.

"I-

" Don't speak!"

He pulled out a condom from a drawer. He closed it halfway before changing his mind and dumping it back in. With a hand still cuffed to the bed frame, Kenna couldn't do anything but watch him. He looked angry but she couldn't guess why.

Roughly, he took off his clothes. His tie fell on the bed and he picked it up, trying it on her leg on the edge of the bed, he faced her with an aroused glint in his brown eyes. "You like it rough, you said." He gave a fake laugh. "I'll show you how rough I can be."

This statement was meant to scare Kenna but it only fueled her arousal. Watching him take off his clothes and tie her up was one of the hottest things she had ever seen. His bicep flexed with every sudden movement. And the way his lips thinned out as he concentrated was so beautiful. She wanted to touch him but refrained from doing so.

"Spread your legs." She obeyed on instinct, scared but at the same time eager for what he had to offer. 

He crawled in between her legs, he was ready to hurt her when he looked into her eyes one last time. The emotions in her eyes broke him. She was scared. He saw the excitement but the fear was what struck him.

His hardened shaft went weak in an instant. He crawled away from her when her foot stopped him. "Where are you going?" She asked

He wasn't one to beat about the bush so he said simply."You are scared."

"I'm not. I mean I am but not of you. I'm scared I'm not going to do a good job. It's been a while since I-" she spoke softly, letting her works hang in the air.

Blood rushed back down south. She was exactly how he liked her. Meek and shy, it turned him on. He was ready to get back on her.

"Don't say a word," he said, peeling off his trousers. They were the only piece of clothing he hadn't taken off. 

He let his fingers feel her up, his index fingers went inside her and like every other time, she was ready for him. He licked his finger as his eyes closed. He was sweet. Sweet and wet for him.

He didn't say anything as his six inches shaft drove inside her with one swift move. Kenna's gasp made him turn to her. Her eyes were wide open as were her lips. She wasn't expecting him at once. Her eyes closed shut as she tried to close her legs but he only pried them open. 

"Don't!" He growled out. "Or I'll tie your other leg and you'll be helpless against me."

She stopped her actions instantly. It didn't go unnoticed by her that he had stopped moving. He didn't say anything and just watched her eyes. She told him everything he needed to know without her having to speak or showing him her facial expressions. When she finally relaxed, he thrust out and back in.

Kenna's shoulders relaxed with every thrust. It had been a while since she had sex and she felt happy to be back with him being her first. 

Grunts from him filled the room. She bit her lips several times from moaning. She couldn't. It was a job and she wasn't meant to enjoy it this much.

"Don't hold back." He said between grunts. 

Her free leg hung loosely on his shoulders as he thrust into her. Each one felt more powerful than the last. He wasn't holding back and gave her everything he'd got. It wasn't long till she couldn't hold in her groans of pleasure anymore.

"Fuck!" She moaned. Her head fell back on the bed as the tension left her body. "I forgot how good you felt."

"You are so sweet!" He moaned, precipitation stopping from his face and down his neck.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the once-quiet room. Their moans, grunts, and groans of pleasure followed. They were wild and eager to fill each other. His once dry hair turned wet from sweats and they dripped on her body. 

He couldn't take his eyes off her boobs. They bobbed with each thrust he gave to her. He wanted to touch, kiss, and bite down on them. The pink buds hardened even more under his gaze. They turned darker and that was when he gave in. "Fuck!"

Kenna gasped at his tongue action. He twirled her nipple in his mouth. His hot saliva coated them as he placed kisses on the boob. He didn't stop there and turned his action to the second. He was enjoying the way they hardened under his tongue. 

She badly wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his hair. She didn't, she couldn't as he had warned her severally never to mess with his hair.

His attention never swayed from her boobs. They are just the perfect size. Small and cute. His face rested in between them as he fought to catch his breath. 

"Cum for me," he grunted, almost at the climax. He went in harder, faster, giving it his all. 

Her legs shook as her walls tightened. She was already on edge as her fingers tingled. The sheets clenched in her fist as she arched her back. Again, he took a boob in his mouth. They both moaned, not able to get enough of each other.

Her body shook as she climaxed. Her walls milked him of everything he got as he soon followed. He soon went limp inside her but neither moved as they fought to catch their breath. It was amazing how she could feel everything and yet he gave away nothing. Nothing about himself, not even his name.

He pulled out and walked into the adjacent room to clean up. He walked back in to find Kenna still sprung out in the bed. She still hadn't recovered. Her eyes remained closed as her chest heaved with each breath she took. He watched her for a minute before walking out the door.

"Wait!" A high-pitched voice called out just as he was about to close the slightly agape door.

"You still won't tell me your name?" It was a question but he could hear the silent pled.

"You don't need to know it. We can enjoy this without learning about each other. It's best that way." And with that, he closed the door.