Chapter Seven

KANE

I found myself staring at the naked woman in front of me, her youthful charm and perfectly proportioned curves making her undeniably attractive—the kind of woman who could easily be anyone’s ideal. She was exactly my type, the kind I’d normally be eager to be with. But as I reached down for my cock, my heart sank.

My body wasn’t responding.

*How? What the hell is going on?* I thought, panic creeping in. Normally, just the sight of a seductive, unclothed woman would be enough to get me going, but today was different. My mind raced. Was it because I hadn’t had sex in a week? Or had I somehow managed to break it?

Shit!

The red-haired woman stared back at me, her fake lashes fluttering in confusion and impatience.

Sweat began to trickle down my back as I frantically tried to figure out what to do. *Think, damn it! Think!*

Then my mind wandered to the only woman who had managed to occupy my thoughts again and again without fail. I imagined her completely bare, her fair legs spread right on that bed and her wet cunt exposed, begging me to enter her and fuck her roughly without restraint.

Just the thought of her skin against mine, a mixture of her tears and our sweat got my dick hardening like a damned rock. Her pussy was sweet, I'd taste it again and again, and I didn't think I'd ever be tired.

The woman— my supposed client-smirked while staring down at my cock, enthralled.

I rolled the condom onto my dick, my hands trembling slightly as I reached for the soft black material. Carefully, I tied it around her eyes, sealing her vision. One rule was already broken.

My clients always dictate what works for them—what ignites their desires. My role is to follow their lead and to cater to their kinks and fetishes without question. But this woman had never mentioned a preference for blindfolds. I was crossing a line, acting without her consent. Yet, I felt I had no choice. The fear of losing my erection if I looked directly at her face drove me to act. And as I secured the blindfold, her features blurred in my mind, quickly fading from memory.

“So, you’re into this kind of thing, handsome?” she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. “Well, it’s not really my thing, but since you’re into it…” Her words trailed off, seductive and teasing, as I pushed her onto the bed and entered her with a forceful thrust.

A small gasp escaped her lips, her body arching slightly in response. I paused, worried I’d hurt her, but she chuckled softly, her arms wrapping around my neck. “Rough, just how I like it,” she whispered, her tone playful yet encouraging.

I began to move again, this time with more intensity. The rhythm grew harsh, and she stopped speaking altogether, her words replaced by breathless moans of pleasure.

I winced slightly as her moans filled the room, grating on my nerves. She leaned in again, her lips seeking mine, seemingly forgetting what had happened nearly forty minutes ago. This time, I stopped her by pressing my palm firmly against her mouth, pinning her head to the bed. She let out a muffled groan of protest, but I ignored it, focusing on the rhythm of our movements.

It didn’t take long for her to reach her climax, and we continued for hours until she was left panting, utterly spent, and satisfied. As I grabbed my shirt and prepared to leave, a thought struck me. I was planning to visit Nina, and I couldn’t show up reeking of sweat and sex. Reluctantly, I accepted the woman’s offer to use her bathroom to clean up.

Stepping into the bathroom, I turned on the shower and stepped under the water. I wouldn’t exactly call it a proper bath—I avoided the bar of soap and shampoo, both heavily scented with patchouli. The overpowering scent was irritating, almost nauseating, and I didn’t want it clinging to my skin.

As the water ran over me, a quiet voice in my head chimed in: *“What a convenient excuse to visit Nina’s place and stall for more time.”*

I was done bathing and put on my pants before walking out of the bathroom. As I grabbed my shirt and prepared to leave, she reached out, her fingers brushing my arm.

“Kane,” she said, her voice soft but insistent. “Stay. Just for a little longer.”

I paused, glancing at her. Her blindfold was still on, but her lips were curved into a smile that was both inviting and pleading. “You’re different,” she continued. “I’ve never met anyone like you. I want you to be mine. Exclusively. I could pay you millions. I've got the money”

Her words caught me off guard. I stared at her, unsure how to respond. She was beautiful, yes, and the offer was tempting. But my mind drifted back to Nina, to the way she consumed my thoughts even when I was with someone else.

“I’m flattered,” I said finally, my voice distant. “But this is just a job for me. Nothing more.”

She pouted, her lower lip trembling slightly. “But it doesn’t have to be,” she insisted, sitting up and letting the sheets fall away once again. “I can give you everything you want. Money, freedom, pleasure. Just say the word, and I’m yours.”

I shook my head, stepping back. “It’s not about that,” I said, my tone firm. “I’m not looking for anything exclusive. At least not with you.”

Her face fell, and for a moment, she looked genuinely hurt. But then she shrugged, her smile returning, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Your loss,” she said lightly, though there was a hint of bitterness in her voice.