Page 16 of Claiming Kenna

“Who would be delivering clothes?” I asked, feeling a bit confused.

“There are delivery businesses for everything these days, Kenna. Have you been hiding under a rock?” He laughed and pulled his phone from his pocket and quickly typed a message out. I wanted to tell him that no this high life has never been something I have been accustomed to but instead I settled on nodding my head, telling him my sizing and thanking him.

Cullen chucked his phone onto the couch as he led me past to the bathroom and grabbed my purse from my shoulder and threw it in the same direction. His bathroom was just as striking as the rest of the penthouse I had seen already. The tiles were dark grey with slithers of black through it. One side of the bathroom was a large shower space with a dip in the flooring and a drain so you can walk in and out as you please. There was a black vanity with an oval frame-less mirror and off to the side was a white large bath on matte black claw legs to finish off the luxurious bathroom. It was modern, beautiful and oozed elegance but Cullen was actually right. There were no feminine touches or no personal touches at all from what I could see. Not one single photo on the wall.

“Do you want to run the bath and I will go find a top for you to put on afterwards,” he said quietly and leaned in to kiss my forehead, then left me standing in the bathroom. I fluttered through the stuff in the drawers and found some bath oils, so I drizzled them through the bath and had the steaming water running. The bathroom was filling with lavender aromas as Cullen sauntered back into the bathroom holding a plain white t-shirt. He placed it over the towel rail and smirked at me.

“You look at home here. I may never want you to leave,”

“I will have to leave one day silly,” I let the joke slide off my tongue. He narrowed his eyes and lost all his playfulness.

“Kenna don’t say stuff like that. It makes me think you mean you will be leaving me permanently. And I may have to bend you over the edge of the bath and tan your hide if I think you are going to disappear on me,” he growled. There was the Cullen I had seen before. This new sweet one was one Cullen, and then there was the darker Cullen that made an appearance every now and then and I didn’t know where it came from.

“Why me?” I blurted out before I thought twice. “I mean why are you saying things like this to me when you barely know me?” I asked, trying to find the right words.

“Why not you?” He countered and I mulled it over but came up short. I looked at the ground feeling uncomfortable now. He put a finger under my chin and pushed it up so our eyes were forced to meet. “Kenna, some things don’t need to be understood. They just are. You have got under my skin and I am not afraid to take what I want. Which happens to be you.”

I swallowed hard at his confession. He can turn me into molten liquid with just his words. That English accent glides over my body like seductive silk.

Cullenundressedmeandlicked his lips, enthralled and totally lost in the task. I have never had a man look at me like this. I have had boys swoon over me and find me attractive enough to ask for my number. But never a man looking at me like I was his entire world, that they were scared I would shatter at the slightest touch, yet spank me into the high heavens when he felt he didn’t have full control over our situation. I guess that is the big difference - I have had boys but Cullen was a man. I was becoming addicted to the way he looked at me. The way he touched me. Most importantly the way he made me feel.

I tentatively reached out to undo his buttons and he clasped my small hand in his.

“No, I want to bath you first,” he said in a hushed voice. I swallowed thickly and stepped into the bath and fully immersed myself in the lavender scented water. I lay my head back and closed my eyes for the briefest moment and when I opened them Cullen was kneeling beside the bath watching my every move.

“You really are something else,” he smirked.

“You would have had so many women before me. I am sure I am nothing special.” I uttered. He looked over my face with a deep frown furrowed between his eyebrows.

“You really don’t see yourself do you?” he asked.

“I look at myself in the mirror everyday,” I replied feeling slightly petty and immature.Unattractive Kenna.

“You look but you don’t see. And yes I have had previous partners, I won’t deny that. But you are something else entirely Kenna. You are young and beautiful yet have more intelligence and common sense than every single person in your class. You're cautious and shy yet completely independent and strong. You don’t show your true self to people around you yet I know you are adventurous and funny. I see you drift off in your head all the time and your face lights up and you smile to yourself openly and I wish more than anything I could be the one special person in your life that you share your jokes with and get to see the carefree, adventurous Kenna. You and your amazing mind are like a magnet to me,” he confessed and began washing my chest with a soft bath sponge.

“If you get to know the real me you will run for the hills,” I was telling him the truth yet not giving him any truth at all. I hadn’t known him long, yet he saw me better then anyone had ever seen me.

“I doubt that Kenna. You are stuck with me whether you like it or not,” he replied and ran the sponge over my arm closest to him, eyes captivated by every movement. The air around us became heated. His eyes shot to mine and became heavy when he saw I was already looking at him with the same thoughts running through my mind. Our bodies and energy were so intertwined it was almost as if the universe had created us for one another. Almost.

Cullen glanced down at the water and his hand that still held the sponge dipped deeper into the water. He ran the sponge slowly down my stomach and dipped it between my thighs and started carefully caressing my pussy with it. A soft gasp escaped me and my head fell back onto the baths edge. Cullen applied more pressure to the sponge and kept working it up and down, slowly creating an intense rhythm.

“Cullen I am so close already,” I breathed and arched my back.

“Come for me Kenna. It’s my new favourite thing to watch,” voice laced with lust and awe. I let out a loud moan as I tipped over the edge and went soaring through mindless ecstasy. I lay in the steaming water, breathless and body exhausted. I had gone from no sex to three orgasms in one night and my stamina was lacking.

“Come on love, let’s go to bed. You look shattered. Which I take all the pride in of course.” he said.

“Of course.” I said slyly, giggled and stretched my hand out to his, that was waiting to help me out of the bath. He pulled me up and wrapped a towel around me in a comforting motion.

I gave him a look of uncertainty questioning his motives and ready to tell him I was too exhausted. He laughed.

“I just want to look after you. I enjoy looking after you.” He almost dismissed.

“I draw the line at you drying me though. I can do that myself,”

“As you wish,” he nodded with humor in his eyes and stepped back and leaned into the door frame on one shoulder and arms crossed. My professor oozed sex appeal and him being my dirty secret made me feel dark and naughty. Maybe you could call me Santas’ naughty helper. I crinkled my nose and smirked. Lame dad jokes were beneath me.

“Can I hear what you find so funny?” Cullen asked, still leaning on the door frame. My face flamed and cheeks flushed.

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