Kaden (Recherché series) by Brit Lauren

grandmother of her money.”
    I tilt my head back in exasperation. “Wow. Pen called the agency and she got me. Now we’re friends. There’s really no other way to explain it.”
    “A friendship you charge for.”
    I drop my eyes to the ground as shame crawls over me. She’s right of course. “Not any more.” I say under my breath. “Look, I’m going to go. Tell Pen I’m glad she’s feeling better and I’ll pop by in the morning.” She continues to wordlessly glare at me until I turn and walk away. I can’t really blame her.
    I’m just glad that Pen is on the mend.
     

 
    Two weeks later…
     
    Kaden. Innocent, young Kaden. But he’s not so innocent any more. Since the day he told me he wanted to tie me up…well, that was the day he became a man. I’ve strategically schooled him, pushed him, manipulated him to this point. Why? Because I can. I like power and control, but I also like a man dominant enough to take it from me. I’ve learned over the years that there are few men capable, especially if they knew me before we set foot in the bedroom, because outside of it I don’t concede to anyone, in any way shape or form. So I hire escorts. They know nothing of me and will do the job regardless of how intimidated they are or what reservations they have. Then I go for the newer ones, the young ones. If you take a guy and you bind him, you instantly emasculate him. In that first week I can tell which way they’ll go. Some like it, and accept the restraints willingly, while others fight it. Even Kaden while trying to be a good dutiful little escort had this fire in his eyes like I’ve never seen. Then you push them past their comfortable limits. A finger in a guys arse will make him come harder than he ever has in his life, and yet, for most guys it’s a tense subject. Then there’s the strategy in pushing him until he’s wild, like a cornered animal ready to fight it’s way out. And when you release him all you have to do is sit back and watch him sink his claws in. All of this is geared towards creating the perfect alpha male. Then of course, there comes a point where they push back. It’s then that my job is done.
    Kaden has surprised me. He’s now taking what he wants. I’m directing him, but honestly I think he’d do it anyway, I just like to say it so we can both pretend it was my idea.
    He walks into the hotel room the same as always, but over the weeks I’ve spent with him he’s become more confident, more sure of himself. He always projected confidence, but under it he was still a good boy. A nice boy. Now, he wears it, he feels it, he is it.
    “Melanie.” He flashes me that playboy smile that I have no doubt kills all the women his age. I chose Kaden because he’s young, but also because he’s beautiful. Dark eyes, dark hair, tanned skin and the face and body that any actor or model would dream of. His suit is immaculate, the jacket tailored to fit his athletic frame. Dark eyes lock onto me, watching and waiting. He removes his jacket and tie and starts to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, taking slow steps towards me. I watch as more and more skin makes an appearance. His expression gives away nothing, hiding everything he wants. I taught him well. He shrugs out of the shirt and comes close, pressing his body against mine and forcing me to tilt my head back and look at him. His fingers wind in my hair, pulling it hard enough that it forces my head back even further. His lips hover over mine, not as though he wants to kiss me, but as if he’s threatening to.
    “You tell me to take what I want Melanie.” His voice is low and deep and it makes me shiver.
    “Yes.” I breathe.
    He releases my hair and pushes my jacket back over my shoulders and when I pull my arms back the material easily falls to the floor. His fingers go straight to the hem of my cami beneath and pulls it over my head. We’re both standing in only our trousers, his chest bare, mine covered by my bra. Of course