Passion For Hire (Passion #5) (3 page)

My eyes widened at his words and I began to shake my head, trying to move further up the bed but I was already nearly climbing the headboard so there was nowhere to run. “I’m ok; you don’t need to do anything.” I held my breath waiting to see if he would leave.

“I’m not going sweetheart. I’m going to make you come and then I’ll leave. How do you normally do that? Do you have a vibrator or do you just use your fingers?”

At his words, I turned yet another shade of beetroot under his intense pale stare. “I…I…I’ve never…I’ve never…I don’t…” I stammered and Adrian’s eyebrows shot up.

“Fuck me! Are you trying to say you’ve never masturbated? Don’t you ever get horny? Don’t you ever want that release?”

“I…no.” I finally whispered. “I can feel things but…ok one time I tried to touch myself but it got too much and I felt strange, there was this feeling inside me and I panicked.”

Adrian groaned. “Shit Faith. What the fuck made you stop? You denied yourself an orgasm because of what? You were going to come. That’s what that feeling was. It sounds like you were going to come and you denied yourself because you got scared?” He raked a hand through his hair. “Well prepare yourself because I’m not leaving this room until you come. You’re my challenge now and I do love a good challenge.”

“Why are you here Adrian? You were mean when I first met you. I know you don’t want me here, so why are you being nice to me now?”

“You took me by surprise earlier. I don’t know what you’re used to, but walking up to a complete stranger in his home and telling him you’re his isn’t typical behaviour. I also don’t like your seemingly natural desire to say whatever pops into that beautiful head of yours. You can’t reveal anything to my family. You think you know me, all of me, what I do, but I doubt you do. If you care anything for me, don’t expose me.”

I stared up into his face and saw something in his eyes, something that told me just how important my continued silence was to him and I knew I would do what he asked. He couldn’t see it yet and ok, I wasn’t in love with him, I barely knew him, but I knew what my visions told me. He and I were going to be together one day. I don’t know how long it would take to happen, my visions didn’t have dates on them, but I’d never doubted them either. Eventually I would be Adrian’s and he would be mine.

I reached up and cupped his cheek in my palm, feeling the abrasiveness of his stubble against my skin. He jerked, something flickering in his eyes before his expression turned wary. “I won’t say anything to anyone Adrian. I promise you that.”

The tension seemed to lift from him and he dropped his head to kiss my cheek but I turned my lips to his, taking him by surprise. His were soft, not what I’d expected actually, and I pressed mine more firmly against his, wanting more. I wanted him to kiss me but he reared back, breaking the contact and sat back on his heels, eyeing me off like he was unsure of my intentions. “Don’t cast me in some romantic role Faith. I’m not for you. I’m not for anyone. I can’t commit to anyone. I need…I need to do what I do and I can’t be with someone and still keep doing it. That wouldn’t be fair.” His expression was haunted for a fleeting moment by something I couldn’t decipher. As I watched he shook his head slightly as if trying to clear away whatever was bothering him. “Enough of this now, I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going back to bed. Take off your panties.” His tone was firm and his expression showed clearly that arguing with him was not an option.

With shaking hands I hooked the waistband of my panties and slipped them down my legs, hastily trying to pull my dress lower to cover up the fact that I was now naked underneath it.

“Oh little girl stop trying to hide your sweet virginal cunt from me. I will touch it and look at it and make it purr like the beautiful pussy that it is.”

Hearing those words coming from Adrian’s lips resulted in another rush of colour to my cheeks. Would I ever get to the point where I didn’t turn the colour of a tomato in his presence? He was delusional if he thought I could let him touch me down there and actually like it. I was close to freaking out now and he’d done nothing yet.

“Lift up so I can slip this under you.” His voice broke through my troubled thoughts. “I need to tip you up so I can enjoy you better.”

Reluctantly I lifted my buttocks off the bed and felt the pillow slide under me before I was told to lower myself again. “Really Adrian, I’d prefer it if you just went back to bed now.” I tried again to get him to leave and not put us through what I was sure would be a waste of his time at least. I wouldn’t be able to relax enough around him to find anything he was doing even remotely pleasurable.

“I would like it if you would refrain from speaking any more sweetheart. I’m going to blindfold you ok? If you can’t see, it will force you to feel, and perhaps if you can’t see what is happening you will stop overthinking this. I can almost hear your brain ticking over.” He shot a quick smile at me before climbing off the bed and disappearing into the walk in robe. I wasn’t sure what he was looking for in there. I certainly didn’t have much with me. I still had to go and collect my clothes from the van I’d been forced to live in with my father and his wife so when Adrian walked back out carrying a scarf, I was more than a little surprised. “One of the left over spoils of my brothers’ I suspect. Now lift your head.” He said and I lifted enough for him to slip the scarf over my eyes and quickly tie it in place at the back of my head.

I wasn’t plunged into total darkness but I couldn’t see anything through the fabric all the same. “Are you comfortable?” Adrian’s voice came to me from the side of the bed and I nervously nodded my head. “Very well, now I just want you to lie there and relax and let your body feel. Don’t fight it Faith. I am going to make you realise just what your body has been designed to enjoy.” He fell silent and I tensed when I felt his weight on the mattress again. When he placed his hands on my knees pulling on them, forcing me to spread for him, I didn’t fight him. I could feel my face heating at the thought of what he would be seeing and I hoped that the scarf hid that I was blushing again. I hoped that everything looked and smelled fresh down there. I hadn’t had a shower because I’d been too tired and I didn’t shave myself bare like some women, choosing to keep a narrow landing strip of pubic hair. Would Adrian find that offensive? My mind raced with all possibilities and when I felt a hand close firmly over one of my thighs I jumped violently.

“For fuck sakes Faith, stop. Your brain is too busy. Close it down. No you don’t smell, only of your arousal. You women waste too much time worrying about what is going on between your legs, but if you asked any man he would tell you that for the average woman who looks after herself, there is nothing better or more intoxicating, more likely to drive a man crazy with desire, than the scent of a woman’s cunt. All I smell on you is your desire. You can deny you want this, you can deny you’re turned on, but I can smell it and I do know what the scent of an aroused woman smells like. You’re beautiful, all of you and I want you to shut down all those crazy thoughts now and just let your body feel.” He stopped talking and I was just about to wonder what he’d do or say next when I suddenly felt a sweep of something wet between my legs and I squeaked with surprise. Oh my god, it was Adrian’s tongue. The man had his mouth on me, his gorgeous, sexy soft lips against those parts that had never been touched by any man other than my doctor. Well that had only been for a Pap Smear which was cold and clinical.

Again Adrian licked his way over me, his tongue flicking over that one little part of me that felt so sensitive and with each flick, I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through me. It confused me to feel anything other than total humiliation at having a man with his face where Adrian’s face was right now. He was kidding himself if he thought he could make me feel anything other than embarrassment and I couldn’t believe I was letting him do this. That I was letting him touch me there; put his mouth there. It wasn’t going to work. He’d get tired of trying after a while and go to bed and I’d be left feeling even more embarrassed than I was right now.

I jumped again when I felt a vibration over my sensitive flesh and I could tell Adrian had raised his head. “Fuck you Faith. I can still hear you. I want you to lie back, stop thinking about what I am doing to you and clear your mind. Long, slow breaths ok?” He made it sound so simple and not wanting to upset him, I tried to comply with his wishes and concentrated on my breathing, doing as he said and after a couple of minutes, or what felt like a couple anyway, I could feel the tension starting to ease slightly. He must have sensed the change in me because I felt the brush of his soft hair against my inner thighs again and then the long sweep of his tongue as it resumed its licks over those previously unchartered parts of my body.

God she was beautiful. Adrian lifted his eyes from his position between her thighs to see her expression or what he could see beneath the scarf at least. Her lips were trembling and he knew she was uncomfortable with what he was doing to her. He wasn’t even sure why the hell he was still here, in her room doing this to her. He should have gotten the hell out of there the minute he realised she was ok and certainly he should have removed himself the moment he saw she was turned on and touching herself. She was a virgin and no way would he ever touch her, well he was now but he’d never fuck her. What the hell was wrong with him? Why this sudden need to be all gallant and show her what an orgasm could be like? He knew he was acting out of character but he couldn’t seem to help himself. He wanted to make Faith come. He wanted to watch her come apart from what he did to her and knowing he would be responsible for her first orgasm was one hell of a fucking turn on.

He pushed the thoughts in his head away and forced himself to concentrate on what he was doing. He started to lick her from her tight little asshole, feeling it clench under his tongue and up through her wet folds, tasting the sweetness of her cunt before laving her clit, which began to swell and harden.

He repeated the process over and over again, feeling her body twitch and jerk under his administrations and as he licked and sucked at her, he reached up with one hand and slipped it under her dress. Slowly he worked his way up her body, over the soft, smooth skin of her flat stomach, which quivered under his fingers until he reached the underside of her breast.

He pushed her bra up to free one breast to his touch and as his tongue caressed her, his fingers pinched and tugged on her nipple until it was a hard peak. He shifted his attention to her other breast and briefly smiled with satisfaction when he heard her soft moans. She might be going to battle mentally with everything he was doing to her but her body was losing the fight whether she liked it or not.

As he caressed her with his hands and mouth, his contact with her delectable body sent flashes of emotions and thoughts through his head. She was still fighting the way she was feeling, still scared of letting go. He wasn’t sure why she would be fearful of reaching orgasm other than yes; at times it could be so intense it was a fine line between being pleasurable and painful.

Despite her mental struggle her body began to shift under his mouth and he could feel her hips rising from the pillow as she pushed more firmly against his lips. He could smell her, the sweetness of her arousal, taste the increased moisture pooling at her entrance ready for him to lap up.

Adrian flinched when her hands suddenly delved into his hair, tugging hard on the strands and he winced, pulling away from her. “Put your hands on the bars of the headboard Faith and do not let go until I tell you. If you cannot obey me, I will be forced to tie you so you can’t touch me. Do you hear me?”

Her tongue came out to wet down her bottom lip before her perfect white teeth started to gnaw away at it, and he was sure that she would damage it’s full perfection. He smiled when finally she lifted her hands and he watched as she took a firm hold of the heavily ornate metalwork of the headboard, her knuckles white from the death grip she had on it.

Once he was sure she knew to stay like that, his head lowered between her thighs again and he began to plunge his tongue into her, stabbing at her like he was fucking her with it. He brought his hands up either side of his head and circled her clit, faster and faster, feeling her twitch and writhe under his duel assault on her body.

He finally shifted his tongue until he was flicking it over her clit as he gently pushed two fingers inside her. Her soaked flesh parted to let him in and he pressed forward, until he felt that proof of her innocence. That tiny, delicate barrier that one day, some man would have the honour of breaking, as he gained entry to her sweet body for the first time. It would be a man deserving of her, a man who hopefully realised what a prize she was giving him and who took care of her. It just wouldn’t be him, no matter what she thought. He felt a flicker of some emotion pass through him but it was gone again before he could fully decipher what it meant.

Dammit, now he was allowing this woman, this sweet, innocent woman to distract him from his goal and he dragged his fingers back out of her, curling them to be sure they brushed over that spot inside her that would bring her such pleasure.

Over and over again he worked on her, slowly breaking down those mental barriers that were hindering her from fully letting go and simply enjoying what he was doing to her. She was taking a lot more effort on his part than he was used to. The women he normally pleasured were hungry for it, hungry for the release he could give them. Desperate, lonely housewives mostly, who just wanted a man who would give them what they wanted, who would make them feel cherished at least for a short time. He was happy to give them what they wanted and they seemed happy to pay him for the privilege too.

Something about Faith challenged him. He’d never met a woman he couldn’t bring to orgasm and he was determined she wouldn’t be his first failure.

Forcing himself to refocus, he began to nip, lick, suck and caress her with more intensity, more forcefully and was rewarded for his efforts by the sounds coming from her, more moans and gasps. Once he found her trigger, that little spot that seemed to make her gasp and moan louder, he worked on it, driving her closer and closer to her release.

Her body rose from the bed as she ground her cunt against his lips and he could hear the clanking of the metal supports on the headboard as she writhed and thrashed around.

Mentally he began to will her on, needing her to come, needing to bring her to her very first orgasm, or at least one she was aware of anyway.

“Adrian, Adrian, please, stop, stop, I can’t take it. It’s…it’s…oh…oh...Adrian please.” Her husky pleas began to fill the air and he couldn’t help the grin that curved up his lips, knowing she was close to coming. He continued to swirl his tongue faster and faster over her swollen and highly sensitised clit as he stabbed his fingers inside her, grazing her sweet spot.

Suddenly her body went rigid, her back bowing and she cried out his name. Her cry turning to a scream and he buried his fingers in her, keeping them still. He could feel the powerful muscles inside her clenching around them, squeezing rhythmically, her warm wetness coated them as she finally let go, her orgasm exploding through her.

He lifted his head to watch her, seeing the way her mouth was twisted as if she was in pain but he knew she wasn’t. She was simply in the throes of what appeared to be an intensely pleasurable orgasm. She’d taken a lot of work and he’d needed to use nearly every basic skill he had, but he’d done it, and the evidence of that was still wetting his fingers.

He pulled them out of her and lowered his head, breathing in her scent. God she smelled so good, so intoxicating to him. Her scent was unique, unlike anything he’d smelled before and he felt a wave of desire course through him, making him suddenly want to bury his aching cock inside her.

That wasn’t happening though. He would not be the one to take her virginity so ignoring the demands of his body, something he’d become very proficient at doing, he lowered his head and began to lap up the sweetness of the juices flowing from her.

Finally when he was done and she was lying quietly except for her ragged breathing which still filled the room, he climbed off the bed and quickly untied the scarf from the back of her head. When he removed it, Faith blinked rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the light in the room again and when they met his, he watched the dark flood of colour fill her cheeks.

“So, was that ok for you sweetheart?” He asked, knowing full well that it had been more than ok for her. “Did you enjoy your first orgasm?”

She averted her eyes from his and when she spoke her voice was low and quiet. “You know I did. God, that was so embarrassing. You had your mouth on me and I rubbed myself against you didn’t I?” She peered over at him briefly before covering her face with her hands.

He sat down on the bed by her side, reaching out to brush her blonde strands of hair back from her face. “Don’t be embarrassed because you enjoyed yourself. That was the whole purpose of that little exercise, to make you come. You made me work for it, that’s for sure but you were beautiful, spectacular to watch as you orgasmed. Do not be shy or embarrassed about that.”

She uncovered her face and looked at him. “Is that what you do every night to all different women?”

He sighed. “Is that really relevant now Faith? You know what I do. I make women happy. I give them what they want to be happy.”

“Yes but that’s for money. You don’t really care about them, and they don’t really care about you do they? Doesn’t it feel kind of, I don’t know, kind of empty? Don’t you wish you had someone who loved you?”

Adrian chuckled. “Ever the romantic aren’t you? Don’t worry about me sweetheart. I don’t need love and I don’t need a little woman to come home to each day. I’m happy enough with my life the way it is.”

“I don’t believe you. You are tormented. You don’t sleep well do you? Whether you sleep here or in your other home where you have…” She stopped abruptly when he shot her a warning look.

“Don’t…you…dare…bring…them…up.” He ground out and saw a flash of fear in Faith’s eyes at his tone.

“I wasn’t going to say anything. I won’t say anything to anyone.” She said and reached out to place her slim hand on his thigh. He tensed up under her touch and stood up again.

“I should get back to bed. It’s late, you must be tired.”

“What about you Adrian? I…you…you’re clearly…you know.” She pointed at his groin.

“Do not worry about me sweetheart. My job often involves me giving women pleasure that does not necessarily mean a release for me. I’m used to being aroused for hours. The nature of what I do means I must have excellent control. This is not about my pleasure but the woman’s pleasure. In this case, it was your pleasure. Now my job is done, I will return to my bed.”

“How much?” Her eyes met his. “How much do I owe you?”

Adrian felt anger surge through him. She dared to insult him like this? “I...didn’t…do…this…for…money. Do not insult me this way.”

“I’m sorry, please forgive me.” She begged, scrambling off the bed. Her legs were still weak from the intensity of the orgasm he’d given her and she nearly fell but he managed to grab her in time. She stumbled though and landed against him, her arms sliding around his waist. She raised her face to his, her expression nervous. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, don’t be mad at me.” She dropped her face to his bare chest and began to rain soft kisses over him.

“It’s fine Faith. Please, don’t do this. Get some rest.” He peeled her off him and tilted her face to his. “Good night sweetheart.” He dropped his head to kiss her cheek but again she turned her face to his and their lips met.

For a brief moment he allowed himself to deepen the kiss, his lips pressing harder against hers, forcing hers to part, and he ran his tongue along her full lower one before suddenly releasing her and stepping back.

When he looked into her stunning face, her expression was confused, her eyes clouded with the renewal of her desire. Damn this girl was really going to complicate his life, and it was shit enough without adding her to the mix. He had to stay away from her. Fucked if he knew what had possessed him to want to make her come. It must have been the challenge of it or idiocy on his part. Well he’d made her come, now it was time to get the hell away from her.

“Good night Faith.” He said quietly and walked quickly to the door with long strides. He twisted the door knob and turned back to her, smothering a groan when he saw her standing there, her hair all tousled and wild around her face. Her eyes alight with her desire for him, nipples pushing firmly against her dress and looking so fucking beautiful. He shook his head and for the first time in as long as he could remember, he had to force himself to turn away from her and walk out the door, closing it quietly behind him.

When he got back to his own room he closed the door and leaned against the cool timber silently cursing his stupidity for showing even the tiniest crack in his façade around Faith. He should never have gone into her room. He should have left the minute he’d seen she was ok, just obviously enjoying a not very virginal dream, and he shouldn’t have stayed with her and done what he did, bringing her to orgasm like that. He’d let his stupid ego rule him and that satisfaction he got from making a woman come, drove him to want to make her come too.

Anything he did might be misconstrued by her into thinking she had a chance with him, but she didn’t, no woman did. She had simply amused him with her shyness and her frequent blushing, and then when she’d admitted she’d never orgasmed he’d been unable to help himself. He’d risen to the challenge and had to be the one who cracked her, who popped her orgasm cherry so to speak. Still that was the only cherry he was popping. He couldn’t take her virginity. She was sweet, he could tell, beautiful, stunningly so and innocent. She deserved to have a man who would love her, respect her and treat her the way she needed to be treated. Not just end up an occasional fuck for a vampire in between all the paid fucks and foreplay he spent his evenings participating in.

She’d been one of the hardest women to pleasure that he’d experienced in a long time. That brain of hers was never silent it seemed. She’d spent so long analysing everything he was doing to her and worrying about it, that she’d been unable to relax. It had taken a while to get her to allow herself to simply feel what he was doing, rather than wondering what his impression was of her between her thighs. Her foolish concerns had inhibited her ability to simply enjoy the slow build to climax.