I’d prefer to keep her all to myself, but I know at some point she has to go out into the world, but only with me at her side, for now. I won’t let anyone or anything come near her that I don’t approve of.
I head over to my dresser, taking up my cologne, when she rushes over, pressing her hand over mine.
“I want that smell, all over me…” she purrs and I cock my brow, thinking ‘ why not?’ I plan on being all over her anyways, so what’s a little more of me on her?
“It’s a scent I had made for me, from Paris.” I mention, wincing at how pretentious that sounds, but it’s true, it’s the only smell I like and Paris is the only place that’ll make it for me.
“Do you own that company too?” she teases me, spritzing the air between us and dancing through it, making me love my favorite scent even more now that she’s a part of it.
“No, I don’t,” I answer her, tickling her again and holding her close, risking hardness but unable to keep from touching her holding her close.
“I think it smells like you, as a personality, I mean,” she says, then looks worried again.
“What?”
“I’m waiting for you to ask me if fragrances are my thing now.”
I shake my head, chuckling again. “You’re something else Trudi… now c’mon. If I can’t have my way with you, at least let me take you out for a walk.”
She grips my arm as I move away, holding me back.
“I do want to Kane… Y’know, do it… I just…”
“I understand, Trudi. It’s alright. .. But…” I linger in the doorway, feeling the familiar pulse of my aching cock again.
“But what?”
“But if my dick turns blue and drops off… just sayin’,” and I give a little nervous laugh with a wink.
I can see her thinking hard for a moment, then she smiles to herself, “Let’s see how the rest of today goes,” she adds cheerfully, “I’m yours for a few hours yet, right?” She reminds us both.
A few hours? And a few more after that…
She’s almost ready. I can feel it, and it gives me more confidence than ever that just like everything I want, I get in the end.
“So where are we headed?” she asks as we step out of the elevator, back into the lobby and into the real world.
“I have a watch I need to collect, it’s was being repaired.” I tell her, noticing how unexciting that sounds, her face showing it.
“We can check out some other stuff there too, d’you wanna see the boutique? It’s just over there.” I ask her.
“I don’t think I could afford any of this stuff, really Kane…” she starts to say and I have to stop her again, taking her by the elbows gently, looking down into her eyes.
“Nobody’s charging you for any of this, Trudi. It’s all for you, don’t you get it yet? I’m sharing this with you, it’s yours, just enjoy yourself… please.” I almost sound like I’m getting upset by her being like this but it's more frustration than anything else.
I’ve seen people get real possessive, real quick, thinking they own everything and the world owes them a favor, but Trudi seems to have the complete opposite going on.
Life’s all about balance, and I want her to see, to find the balance between having the best, feeling her best and knowing that she has all that stuff inside her anyway.
What’s on the outside is just for show, it’s what makes us up inside that counts.
“It’s just so… weird,” she says softly, squeezing my hands, promising she’ll try to get used to it.
I kiss her on the cheek, stroking her hair back. “I know you will baby, everything takes time.”
Just not too long I hope.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Trudi
I can tell Kane wants to give me a whole bunch of stuff, clothes, and meals, even somewhere to live. I know he’s rescuing me, but what does he really want in return? Am I going to get what I really want?
Maybe I don’t fully understand what all that means right now, Kane seems wiser to what he knows he wants, which is me. But for how long?
Don’t all guys just pump, dump and run at some point. That’s what I’ve heard, anyway.
Okay, it’s what I’ve imagined mostly, based on what I hear other people complaining about. But Kane doesn’t seem like that.
One thing I do know is that he has access to some amazing clothes though, and I’m actually dying to check out his boutique, in his hotel, with him on my arm still.
Oh my god… I’m dreaming still, I must be dreaming…
Everyone working in the hotel, the lobby, the little shopping mall it has attached, they all recognize Kane and greet him formally, and he has a smile and a kind word for all of them.
“You don’t think looking at clothes is boring?” I ask him, noticing him checking his watch after I’ve immersed myself in looking at clothes, selecting out what I like only because Kane’s ordered me to.
“I’m happy watching you,” he says truthfully, “I’m checking this watch out is all. I might keep it too, it’s the replacement while the other one’s being repaired,” he says absently.
“Why don’t you just buy another one?” I ask, he sure seems to have enough money.
“Because, the one being repaired is the one I want to keep. I keep telling you, Trudi. I always get what I want, and when I have it, I keep it forever…”
If I knew he wasn’t referring directly to me, I might be concerned. It sounds a little too possessive to have an obsession about things like that. But with Kane, I know he means it in the best possible way, that things worth having are worth keeping forever.
Like the feelings we have for each
