Cold Shower
**Kael**
Seeing Sarah enter the apartment, doing a strange dance and celebrating something, I was certain she was drunk. I deduced that the party had been lively and commented on it aloud, which seemed to startle her greatly.
"Oh!" Sarah exclaimed, looking at me as if I were some sort of apparition.
"Why didn't you answer my calls or messages?" I asked without beating around the bush.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, appearing confused.
"It's my apartment. I have every right to be here," I replied curtly. "And you should be here too."
"How was I supposed to know you were waiting for me?"
"If you had answered my calls instead of blocking me, you would have known," I let my irritation show with just that sentence.
Sarah's stance quickly changed, and it was as if all the alcohol she had probably consumed had left her bloodstream. She stood upright and soon pointed her finger at me.
"You spend days ignoring me, and when you decide you want to see me, without even bothering to let me know you were coming, you expected me to be at your beck and call, like a pet dog?" she snapped, visibly furious.
"That's exactly what I expected, yes," I wouldn't mince words to express my anger either. "After all, I'm paying a high price to have your body, and the least you should do is be available to me."
I didn't want her to realize I was jealous of her going out with "friends" and ignoring me all night.
"Now all that's left is for you to tell me that I should be naked and spread-eagled on the bed, constantly waiting for the almighty Kael Graham!" She seemed to spit out the words, so intense was her irritation.
"Not a bad idea," I cynically agreed.
She opened her mouth as if about to retort to my insult but ended up closing it without saying a word.
Of all the things I could have imagined Sarah would do next, none of them would have come close to what happened at that moment. Sarah simply reached for the hem of her shirt and took it off her body.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, not understanding her action.
"I'm fulfilling your wish, Mr. Graham."
As she spoke, she also discarded her jeans, which fell to the floor around her feet. She took a step to the side, stepping out of the fabric piled on the floor and standing now in just black panties and a bra, with pink ribbon ties.
The garment was extremely sensual, and as much as I had no intention of her continuing her Streap Tease, my cock was already pulsing inside the garment.
“Get dressed, Sarah!” I ordered. “'You are in no condition to think clearly.”
She pretended not to have heard what I said, as she was soon shedding her bra and panties, standing completely naked in the center of the spacious room.
“'I am at your disposal now, sir.”
Sarah managed to leave me completely unresponsive and even all the irritation I was feeling, was fading before the exposure of all her stunning beauty.
“Don't you want me anymore?” She insisted, seeming quite determined to go all the way. “'Just take advantage of the fact that there are only two days left before I am free of you.”
I walked over to Sarah and stopped just a few centimeters away, bringing my mouth close to hers, which was ajar, and I couldn't resist inhaling her breath, a mixture of fruit and vodka that confirmed what I had already deduced from the first moment: she was under the influence of alcohol.
“I'm going to enjoy it, yes,” I spoke softly near her ear and I felt that she seemed to shudder at that moment.
When I brought our lips together again, Sarah closed her eyes, probably waiting for the kiss she imagined I would give her. But contrary to what she was thinking, I didn't kiss her. Instead, I scooped her up in my arms and headed for the bathroom.
She let out a loud laugh when she found herself in my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck, looking at me with both desire and amusement.
“Where are you taking me?” She asked as I walked straight through her bedroom door.
“You'll see.”
When I got to my room, she wriggled, clearly intending to get out of my arms, but I held her tighter and again didn't stop where she imagined, only doing so when we were already inside the shower room of my suite. I slid her out of my arms and onto the floor, leaving her standing in front of me
“Hmmm... Shall we take a shower together?" she asked, filled with mischief and ulterior motives.
“You're going to take a shower," I said, stepping away from her and turning the shower to maximum power, letting the water run cold.
“Are you crazy?" she protested, feeling the cold water on her body.
“I'm just trying to help you out.”
Already completely wet and quite irritated, Sarah turned her back to me and let the water run down her body. I figured she was starting to return to some semblance of normalcy, so I left her in the shower, deciding to wait for her in my room, away from the temptation that was her body.
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