Page 9 of Claiming Kenna
“I don’t know if I can. In all honesty I have never been an overly sexual person,” I admitted feeling embarrassed at my words.
“I think if it is making you too uncomfortable then don’t do it. I used to be the same. But eventually I told myself I have had one night stands from men I have picked up in a club, so the only difference here is your getting paid money for it. It also made me realize very quickly what I do and don’t like. I have a lot of kinks I never knew I had before.” Crystal replied in a wistful way. The money was massive. It would pay for next year’s school fees and buy that Christmas ham for my mum. I sighed loudly, blinking back tears in my eyes. I was dancing backwards and forwards on my decision, weighing up pros and cons. I realized fairly quickly that the only con for me was thinking people that found out would pass judgement and my good girl image was everything to me. I didn’t even want people to compare me to my dad. But there was a feeling deep inside me that was almost curious or more to the point indulgent at the thought of exploring my sensual side that I have never dared given in to before.
“Everything that happens in the room is kept secret?” I asked in an almost begging voice.
“Girl, no one would dare ask what happens in those rooms. The secrets those walls hold is… well lets just say any fantasy or kink you can think of has probably been performed in those rooms,” Crystal reminisced then continued, “Also the guy has to sign a contract so he can’t speak about what happens tonight. Just as you do with your employment contract you have signed,” she said.
I swallowed a thick lump that was in my throat and knotted my hands together behind my back to try and subdue some of their trembling.
“OK,” I mumbled looking down at the floor. I was nervous, scared and excited in a swirling tornado and I didn’t know which emotion was going to over rule the others.
“Ok? As in yes??” Crystal asked, trying to make sure and sounding far too hopeful. Jesus, she was like my pimp. I giggled nervously to myself and Crystal looked me up and down with a hint of concern. “Oh yes ok, as in yes. Sorry bad habit of telling myself lame jokes,” I muttered and brushed back some of my fly aways from my face that were being stubborn and not staying in my once was perfectly neat ponytail. Crystal pulled me to a big embrace squealing in glee.
“I am going to bet that by the time your hour is up you are going to be begging to go in that room every night,” she assured me.
I stood in front of the black and gold velvet door shaking like a leaf. I felt hot and a sweat dribble trickled down my back. My heart was racing a million miles per minute and I was certain I was going to double over and vomit any second. My hand reached out and grasped the door frame trying to steady myself before my legs buckled and I collapsed to the ground. Moving to New York on my own, getting my own apartment, walking to a bar every night on my own for work and dealing with out of control drunk people every night was nothing compared to this. This made me realize I wasn’t as strong and independent as I thought.Ten grand for one hour of pleasure. Get a fucking grip Kenna.I scolded myself.
My shaky hand rattled the door handle open, I raised my chin to fake confidence and stepped into the private room. There was a lone male standing on the other side of the room with his back to me. He had midnight black tailored suit pants with a black leather belt and a crisp, white dress shirt tucked in. He looked tall and athletic with strong shoulders but naturally strong not the gym doing weights every day kind. He had short black hair with a whispering of grey flecks through it. And the back of this man is one I would pick out anywhere because he was my teacher. Cullen turned around, jaw set as hard as rock and eyes slowly creeping over every inch of my body making me feel incredibly naked. His eyes were heavy with need and he licked his bottom lip. His hand slid into his pants pocket and pulled out a small black and gold business card. He pinched it between two fingers and held it up, “You dropped your business card at school today.”
IstayedwhereIwas. Cemented in place. We stared at each other for a long time until I finally mustered up some courage to use my voice.
“You could have given that back to me at school when you helped put my things back in my bag,” I murmured.
“Yeah I could have.” Were the only words he spoke. The nervous energy in the room was building to breaking point and it felt like a volcano was slowly rumbling away ready to explode.
“I don’t, you know, do this normally,” I said, gesturing my hands out in front of me around the private room. My mouth felt dry and my tongue kept getting stuck to the top of my mouth. He probably thought I moonlighted as a prostitute every night and I wouldn’t blame him for the assumption. I glanced around the room for the first time taking in the scene. There was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice sitting on a chrome stand, there was a tall black cupboard with double doors on it and a lush double bed with satin red sheets and a small couch against one wall. They really did have everything covered. My eyes fell back on Cullen.
His eyes felt heavy with a lot of emotions and just as many things they wanted to say.
“So you paid ten grand to give my card back to me?” Acting naive was low form on my behalf but the wheels in my mind hadn’t started turning again yet and words were not forming very well either. Cullen was too placid and he wasn’t choked on words like me.
“I am not here to give you back your card Kenna. I'm here to fuck you,” he stated bluntly.
“We can’t. You’re my professor,” I whispered. My nerves fraying at rapid speed.
“No, with the contract we have both signed - in this room,” He looked around and back to me, “We are just Cullen and Kenna.” He finished and stepped closer to me. I automatically stepped back and my back slapped firmly against the door. Cullen tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at me and clicked his tongue in disapproval.
“Come on now Kenna, don’t piss me off otherwise I will spend the next hour spanking you,” he uttered.Oh no.This was a whole other Cullen. But even with the dominance and attitude change my panties were still soaking wet at the thought of his hands spanking my rear. I could get kicked out of university for this and lose my chance at becoming a lawyer but one night of satisfying my desperate need to fuck my teacher seemed to be winning my internal debate. I licked my lips again trying to soothe my dry mouth. I looked at the champagne and his eyes mirrored mine following the direction.
Cullen sauntered across the room to the champagne and pulled the dark green, glass bottle from the ice. Water dripped off the bottom of the bottle and he started undoing a small piece of wire that held the cork in place. Never saying a word. I stood in place, firmly against the door still watching his every movement. No matter how much my brain told me this was wrong, my body told me that I wanted Cullen here and now. He is right. Tonight we are Kenna and Cullen, not student and teacher. A loud pop filled the room and the cork darted across the empty space. The clinking of glasses drew my eyes back to Cullen and I watched him pour the bubbling liquid into the tall stemmed glasses. Cullen turned and passed me a glass, whilst keeping one for himself. I took the glass without a second thought and took a large mouthful. It wasn’t lady-like and I did not care one single bit. I almost groaned at the feeling of the cold liquid satisfying my dry mouth.
“If you don’t want this Kenna you can take the money and leave. But I do think you want this. I know you have felt the chemistry between us since we met. So tell me Kenna, do you want this?” Cullen murmured, eyes intently trained on me. I felt naked and vulnerable. He will know I am not very experienced or good at sex. I’ve never even had an orgasm before. I may let him down and leave him disappointed. But this feeling he gives me is a heat I have never experienced from anyone else and more then anything I wanted him to fuck me until we couldn’t fuck anymore. My cheeks flushed at my erotic thoughts I was having.
“I need an answer Kenna,” Cullen repeated but he knew my answer because the blush shade on my cheeks and quiver going through my body were a dead give away.
“I do, I do want this,” I agreed shyly, looking at the ground.
“Look at me when you say it,” his voice filled the room. I locked eyes with him feeling my nipples harden in anticipation.
“I want you to fuck me Cullen,” I said more strongly this time. He smirked, showing a deep dimple in his cheek. His eyes held power and experience and I started getting impatient reminding myself we had less then an hour now.
Cullen came over to me and wasted no time with enforcing his sexual desires on me. His hand wrapped around the back of my head and he pulled it down to his mouth. His tongue traced along the outline of my lips and then his lips met mine drawing me into a long kiss. My body flared to life and sharp shock waves were radiating between our bodies. Without realizing it, my hands were on his back trying to pull him as close to me as he could physically get and Cullens other hand was lifting one of my legs up and over his hip. His solid erection was pressing against my core and I whimpered into his lips at the sudden intensified pleasure.
“This is going to be so good,” he groaned and pulled away from our kiss. Our breathing was fast and rugged and I thought I might die if I didn’t satisfy my body's craving soon. Cullen slowly pulled both my straps off over my shoulders and tugged them down my arms. His hands felt around and then tugged the zip down when he found it on my side. The dress dropped to the floor in a crumpled pile and I was left standing there in nothing but my lacey white g-string.
Cullens eyes roamed every part of my body and lingered on my two small breasts. I moved my hands to cover them then he pushed my hands back down. “They are fucking perfect,” his eyes staying on my breasts for a moment longer then he looked back into my eyes.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered. I swallowed and did not think of arguing. I was ready to do whatever he told me to do. He made me feel like a beautiful fucking goddess.