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"Oh yes, just like that! Suck a little harder, come on, I know you can, now be ready to swallow my cum."
Mr Tyler said as he held a firm grip on Kate's hair, thrusting his dick inside her mouth as if his life depended on it. Kate did her best to follow his instructions, fondling with his balls to give him that extra nudge over the edge, and before she knew it he, finally, came. She swallowed it just like he told her, wanting to make sure he wouldn't be disappointed in her services. As soon as she'd cleaned him with her tongue she pulled back and he gave her a sated, sleepy smile.
"Thank you Nikki, the money's in the usual bowl by the door. Same time next week?" he asked and she gave him a flirty smile.
"Of course mr Tyler, any desires or do you want to text me the same day?" she questioned, her voice dripping with sex.
"Hmm... I think this slutty party girl thing is doing it for me, but I'll text you just in case," he answered.
"Okay, see you then," she winked, turning around towards the bedroom door.
Before she'd taken more than one step she felt his hand spanking her ass one last time. She went out of his bedroom and received the money, counting it, before she put on her coat and left. Once she was out of his building and a far enough distance away she let go of a sigh, taking deep breaths in order to make sure she got enough air. Mr Tyler could be quite aggressive sometimes, especially when he wanted her to play wild and turn into a slutty persona. He never hurt her, that wasn't something she would allow, but when he used her mouth the way he had tonight she did need some time afterwards to re-catch her breath again. She was only glad he had settled with a blowjob tonight, she didn't think she'd been able to handle any more. She was halfway to her apartment when her phone rang, and she knew by the tone who it was even before she answered it.
"Nikki Heat, what can I pleasure you with?" she asked in a hushed, sex dripping voice.
"Hello Nikki, you got any more clients tonight or could I squeeze myself in for the rest of the night?" he asked and she felt her stomach flip.
Stop it!
"I'm free, same place as usual?" she asked and he immediately agreed. "Then I'll see you in ten minutes mr Castle," she flirted and rearranged her footsteps towards his building.
The second she knocked on his door it opened and she felt his hands on her waist to pull her inside. He closed the door with her body, pushing his into hers while his lips landed on her neck, nipping and kissing. She moaned for real for the first time that day, his lips leaving an electric feeling shooting down her whole body. God she'd missed this. Even though she'd seen him only two days ago, when he'd called her telling her he felt lonely and needed her company. She felt his lips travel to her jaw and they were dangerously close to her lips when she pulled away her head and pushed on his chest.
"No. Kissing."
She repeated the growling words she'd had to repeat every damn time he'd called for her services, and she knew she should've broken off their arrangement. Under any other similar circumstances she would, she had, but there was something with this man that pulled her in, and she knew she couldn't leave. Like every other damn time he mumbled his apology before they started peeling each other's clothes off. They didn't make it to his bedroom this time, ended up against the door, on the floor and on the couch before they could even begin to think about his bed. Fully naked she laid on the couch while he had laid down on the soft carpet on the floor beside it. They were both panting hard and Kate cursed herself because she felt too good for this to be strictly professional. She wasn't supposed to feel good! Or, at least not this good! It should all be about the client's pleasure, not hers! So why did it feel different with him? Why could she not stop him whenever he started eating her out or rubbing her off? Why was she different whenever she was around him?
"Can I ask you a question?" Rick asked with a hard swallow following and she turned her head in order to look down at him.
"Shoot."
He took a deep breath before he met her eyes and she wondered what could make him nervous. She hadn't seen him nervous since that first round of theirs four months ago.
"Is Nikki Heat really your real name?" he asked and she immediately looked away, turning her eyes to the roof.
"It doesn't matter," she said in a closed tone.
"Can I know?" he whispered and she clenched her eyes shut.
"No."
Her voice was firm and she could swear she could feel the sorrow he felt. And so she sighed, she couldn't stand him being upset with her, it felt... wrong.
"I'm sorry, but it's better for the both of us if we don't get personal," she told him and she heard him mumble something, though when she looked at him he didn't seem willing to repeat himself loud enough for her to actually hear.
"Can I at least get to know how you got into this line of work? My writer's mind is too curious for its own good," he questioned carefully.
Kate considered not answering, considered leaving without another word, because this was getting out of hand, and she should stop it. Should. But you don't want to, a voice said in the back of her mind.
"I needed money, a friend had a solution, I took it and stayed," she summarized. "Now enough with the questions. Do you want to join me in a shower or go to bed?"
"Why not do both?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her and she smirked.
"That'd be great," her voice sultry enough for his eyes to darken yet again.
"You know, this is the best sex I've ever had," he told her with a sedated voice.
They laid beside each other in bed, both naked and bodies shining of sweat. This was the best sex she'd ever had as well. Not that she would ever let him know.
"I'll take that as a fact that you'll recommend me to your buddies then," she smirked and when he didn't answer she glanced at him.
"Not a chance, I'm keeping you to myself, those jerks can have whoever they already have," he grumbled and she couldn't help but bite her lip at that.
This was getting out of hand, and she knew it. It was bad enough she felt wrong about taking money for what they did but that he just practically told her he wanted her for himself? That was bad.
"Mr Castle, you do know I have more clients, right? And I need them all to pay my rent and such," she said, and she felt his previously soft body stiffen beside her.
"Why do you insist on calling me mr Castle? Why not just say Rick?" he asked and before she could answer he added, "I mean, you already moan and whimper my name when we're having sex so why can't you just... keep that up?"
She sighed.
"That's different. When we have sex I have a feeling you'd be turned off if you were reminded that this is, in fact, my job. I'm here to pleasure you. I'm here," she added in a more sultry voice, turning to him, "to make sure your hard man gets to have fun."
She let her fingers stroke the one thing she was talking about. She let her fingers wrap around him and started pumping slowly, and seeing his mouth open on a gasp had her insides fill with arousal again. It constantly surprised her how she never got tired of having sex with this man, she was never this patient with her other clients.
"So this really is strictly a job to you?" his question had her hand stopping abruptly.
No.
"Yes. I need to pay my bills just like everyone else."
He let go of an 'oh' and she could hear the disappointment in his voice. For some reason she felt a strange pull in her chest but she did her best to ignore it while she started pumping him again, trying to get their thoughts elsewhere. It had been another two months since he asked her to know her name, her real name, and she wondered if she had let it go too far. Yet she couldn't bring herself to end it, especially not when he moaned her name, or her work name, the way he did.
Rick knew she was avoiding the talking, that she was working him up again in order to stop him from asking any more personal questions. She'd done the same thing every time he tried bringing something up, her name, her story, her feelings. He could swear he could see in her eyes that she enjoyed his company as much as he enjoyed hers, and not only in a sexual matter. She'd even agreed to eating a late night dinner a few times, and then he wasn't thinking about those times when they ate from each other's bodies, he was thinking about those times when they had eaten dinner with clothes on.
He played with her, letting her take control over their situation, letting her take his mind off of the emotions swirling inside him. He groaned when her lips started kissing down his chest, soon wrapping around him. How could she make him feel so tingling and giddy if there was nothing more there? She was making him go crazy! It didn't take long before he was pushing her away from him in order to trap her body between him and his mattress. His lips attached to her shoulder, nipping his way to her neck where he kissed her with open mouth to let his tongue leave a wet trail. He felt her whole body shiver in ecstasy when he blew on it, before sucking on that spot he'd found a month after they met. She was whimpering and moaning his name as if her life depended on it and he couldn't be more proud. Reaching down he could feel how wet and ready she was, and so he teased her with his fingers.
"Oh god, Rick! Please, just... aah!" she called out right before he pushed into her wet folds.
As he thrust into her he pulled away in order to watch her features. She had her eyes closed and the look on her face told him she was in full bliss. He knew she wouldn't let him kiss her, no matter how much any of them wanted to, so he dived down to her neck again, giving her as much kisses as he could while he let his hand move into her hair, fiddling with it and massaging her scalp. He felt her clamp around him and he quickly decided he wanted her to go first, letting his free hand go down to rub her right where she'd want him to. She screamed out his name as her orgasm hit her and he had to concentrate not to fall over with her like he usually did. He slowed down but kept moving, prolonging her high. It wasn't until she was coming down that he sped up again, thrusting faster and harder, and she gasped with what he assumed was surprise. He latched on to her breast with his mouth, sucking hard and it didn't take long before he brought her over the edge again. This time he followed immediately, shooting his seed inside her as he prolonged their ecstasy for as long as he could. Somehow he managed to pull out of her and roll off her before he collapsed, exhausted, by her side. It took a long time for them to catch their breaths, even longer for her than it normally did and if it hadn't been inappropriate, and he wasn't exhausted, he would've made a small celebratory dance.
"What the hell Rick?!" her tone was a lot more accusing than he thought it would, almost scolding.
"Wha-what's wrong?" he immediately asked, meeting her eyes.
Her hazel green eyes showed fear and anger, two emotions he realized he didn't want to see in her beautiful face.
"You're not supposed to... I'm the..." her voice died out before she could say whatever was on her mind and Rick tried his best to figure out what she was talking about.
Suddenly, without a warning, she got up from his bed and started dressing, immediately alarming him something was wrong. Why would she be leaving? He tried asking her but she was silent during the whole dressing part, it wasn't until she turned around and he saw she set steps towards his bedroom door that he jumped up and grabbed her arm to stop her. She yanked her arm away from him and wouldn't meet his eyes even though he tried to search for them.
"This arrangement is over mr Castle, I hope you've enjoyed my services but I can no longer keep you as a client," she sounded like she was reading from a script and he felt his heart clench in horror.
"What, why?!" he questioned and grabbed her arm again when she tried to move away from him.
She once again got loose and he followed when she walked to his outdoor. It wasn't until she put her hand on the handle that he once again stopped her by taking her hand.
"This has gone on for too long, I'm afraid you've gotten attached to me. Which is why I will refer you to another one of my colleagues, we will never see each other again," she said and he could swear her voice was thick with cries.
"Wha-no! Please, Nikki, don't leave. What did I do wrong?" he pleaded, he knew he was showing exactly what she just told him she was leaving because of but he couldn't help it.
It felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest.
"Thank you mr Castle. It's been a pleasure giving you what you desired," she said, not meeting his eyes, before she pulled away and walked out of the door.
He looked after her, seeing she was now running down the hall towards the elevator, probably afraid he would follow her. The second the doors were closing he saw her eyes wander upwards and just before the doors closed, her eyes met his for a second and he could see everything. The pain. The fear. The regret.