You should make the millionare a virgin loser who doesnt know the touch of anything but his own hand and then slut reader outtttt. Make it fresh u kno?
Teaser(?)
His fingertips traced down the curve of your spine, caressing the skin that was presented to him. Calloused pads trailed along blemishes and marks like the most stunning of paintings, mapping each and every feature.
His nose bumped into the curve of your shoulder, nuzzling against the skin as he exhaled. His body cooled from the previous heat and steam of late night activities. And though he yearned for more, his mind craved the comfort of just laying together.
But all good things come to an end. The sound of a small ding coming from your phone, roused you to sit up from the silk sheeted bed. Your fingers rubbed against the sores of your muscles as you reached for the infuriating device, the bright light blinding you amidst the dark room for merely a moment before you swiped through your lock screen. He watched intently as your eyes fluttered over the text.
“Mm…It seems I have to go, Mr. K..” Your voice soothed his senses, though your words made his eyes narrow. Only slightly.
Another client.
Often times, he wondered if you did these things to taunt him. If you somehow knew of his infatuation, and paraded yourself around this way to mock him for his cowardice.
And as he bit back the urge to call you back, to tempt you back into his arms so you could sleep in each others embrace. So he could savor the feel of your skin and the smell of your hair. He believed this to be even further the case, as he was made to watch you re-dress in preparation to leave him. Alone. Again.
But he did nothing. Not even a noise of acknowledgment, leading you to believe he may have fallen asleep.
Kane was not a beggar.
Your bare feet padded across the cold wooden floor of the bedroom, and you shivered. You wanted to go back to the bed, to swaddle yourself in it’s expensive warmth. But, you needed the money. And while one night with Mr.K would hold you over for well into a month, you couldn’t stop a small seed of greed to sprout through your heart.
“I’ll pay double.”
You stopped, hand just about curved around the golden, cold handle of the door. Perhaps you had misheard?
“Im sorry?”
You turned back, nearly jumping at the sight of dark grey eyes that bore deep into your flesh. Mr.K was not an expressive man. Not even in the most intimate of actions did his facade fail him. Hardly even a noise. You often wondered if you pleased him the way he did you.
Mr.K was a very skilled lover, despite having admitted to never laying with another before you. He was attentive in ways none of your clients had ever been. Learning the in’s and out’s of your body, seemingly rapt in your pleasure more so than his own.
“I’ll pay double.”
Your lips pursed in confusion. “Double..what?”
Mr.K did not beg. He asked for very little.
“Double whatever your client is paying. If you stay tonight.”
Your skin tingled. And the offer was deliciously tempting. “It would be bad for business if I canceled now..” that was only partially true.
The air felt warmer then it had before. Your previously cooles skin now feeling hot, under the intense gaze of the man before you.
“Triple.”
Spit lodged in your throat and you choked, eyes widening momentarily, and for just a second you swore a flash of amusement had invaded those cold eyes. “Th-that’s…is there something..you want to do?” Paying so much usually meant the request would be something…more unsavory.
“Rest with me. Then, tomorrow we’ll go out together. For a date.”
That couldn’t be all?
But it was.
With a soft heart for the quiet man before you, you undressed once again and slipped beneath the now cold duvet, exhaling in tired awe at the comfort it swaddled you in.
Your skin tingled as a hot breath beat down on it, and as fingers traced against your skin and through your hair once again. Gentle kisses littered your collar and neck.
It was romantic in a way. Despite him being one of your clients, time with him always felt a bit special. A bit more intimate.
You knew Kane was a lonely man. You often wondered why he never sought out a wife for the comfort he seems to crave.
But, as his strong warm arms curved around your waist, and pulled you flush against his chest, you found yourself a bit selfishly happy about that fact.
Sleep came easily to you that night, under the intense gaze of the man beside you.
Your client stopped responding to you the following morning.
(I lost the plot so we’ll call this part 1 before delving into this guys psyche some more)
