by Alice Ward
“The rooms are thoroughly cleaned after each guest checks out. You will find everything you need. Use only what you want, leaving the other items in their secured packaging. You will be billed only for what you use, or what you open. Any items you use are yours to keep. If you do not want to keep them, we will properly dispose of them for you once you leave. There is a bed, a massage table, a variety of chairs, sex swings, and a full bathroom for your convenience, or your pleasure.”
I handed him my credit card once he completed his instructions. My heart raced as he closed the door. I watched Katrina take a step forward. Her hand reached out, grazing the leather whip that hung on the wall.
“You into whips and chains?” I asked, half chuckling as I spoke.
She was so meek, so mild, I couldn’t imagine her into anything beyond an occasional toy, probably played with in the bathtub at home. She shook her head. Her cheeks were bright red, but her eyes had lost that panicked look. She looked excited. Was she excited?
“Can I?” I asked, stepping toward her. I reached up, gripped the tight clip she had holding her hair into a loose bun and released it. Her hair fell past her shoulders and down her back sending an instant rush of blood to my dick. “You’re beautiful.”
I wanted to kiss her again. But I needed to know if she really wanted to be here. She was hard to read, and I wasn’t going to assume anything.
“Are you sure you want to be here?”
She nodded. The innocence in her eyes turned me on like a light switch. Katrina Delaney wasn’t an ordinary woman. She was professional, smart, tough, but also sweet, innocent, beautiful. She was a challenge that I couldn’t walk away from. I wanted to push her past her limits and to bring her pleasures she’d never experienced before. I wanted to make her feel as good as she made me feel, even better if possible.
I moved toward her, my eyes locked onto hers. Those sweet pink painted lips that tasted so delicious on the dance floor were still teasing me. “I want to taste you again.” I leaned in, pulling her close with my arms clasped around her tiny waist.
Her eyes closed, her head fell back, and her lips parted. I leaned in, slowly grazed my lips against hers, and teased her tongue with quick flicks from mine. I pulled back, watched the sweet desire forming on her face, the yearning she felt for me so evident, and the utter disappointment of my moving away displayed so openly in her eyes as they widened. Fuck, my cock was ready to explode.
“You ever submit to a man?” I asked softly. Her eyes widened, her cheeks reddened, and she shook her head. “You just keep eyeing those whips.” I smiled to show I was teasing.
She made a soft sound that was probably supposed to be a laugh. “Do you want me to submit to you?”
Blood rushed to my dick, filling it to a painful level of excitement. Yes, I wanted that more than anything right at that moment. I couldn’t believe she was considering it. Or was she just playing with me? Teasing me?
“I’ll let you choose the toys,” I said, releasing my grip on her.
I watched as she fingered each toy, her teeth sinking onto her lower lip, and her eyes lingering on each one as if she was imagining how it’d feel.
"This one,” she said, her voice suddenly filled with a strength I found highly erotic.
I took the soft feather duster from her hand and smiled. Simple. Not exactly exciting. But it still meant she was allowing me to pleasure her body. “And this,” she handed me a small leather flogger. Now you’re talking, sweetheart.
“Really?” I asked, unable to hide my surprise. She blushed, moved her eyes away from me and onto the massage table.
“Can I restrain you?” I asked, my dick jumping at my words.
She nodded. “But you have to be nice.”
“Oh, I plan to be more than nice. You tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. We need a safe word.”
Her eyes widened. They were so innocent, so trusting. I wanted desperately to please her.
“Baseball,” she said quickly.
I laughed. “Okay. If I do anything you’re not comfortable with, say baseball.”
I set the toys aside, moved toward her, and gripped her chin in my hand. I brought her mouth up to mine, kissing her sweet lips with more passion than I’d felt on any skydive, motorcycle ride, or even during any game.
“You’re amazing,” I whispered, letting my hands move to the buttons on her blouse. Each one felt like a sweet victory as it was released. The last one unbuttoned, I pushed the blouse away from her silky smooth skin. A lace bra, pink, covered her full breasts. I stood back for a moment to take in the beauty of her image. Wow.
“Do you want me to undress?” she asked, her tone flirty and sexy enough to cause me to come in my pants. Slow down, Morris. I wanted to cherish this moment for as long as possible. I dug deep for my endurance, my stamina, and managed to work some of the excitement from my cock.
“Yes.”
Katrina reached behind her back, unsnapped the lace bra, and let it fall to the floor near her feet. Her breasts were magnificent, round and full. My eyes struggled to leave the beautiful mounds she’d just exposed but couldn’t help but follow her hands to her skirt. A quick unzip, and it was on the floor, around her ankles, leaving her standing before me in high heels and pink silk panties. My mouth watered at the sight of her pussy pushing against the thin material. She stepped out of her skirt, hooked her thumbs into the sides of the waistband and teased me as she playfully pulled the material away from her skin.
“Leave them on… for now,” I said, knowing that anticipation would only create more excitement for both of us.
I kicked off my shoes and stripped out of my t-shirt, then unfastened my pants, dropping them to my ankles. I kicked them off and watched her eyes linger on the package not very well hidden beneath my briefs. She licked her lips slowly as she stared. I wanted to unleash my cock. It was painfully pressed against the cotton of my briefs, but I wanted to tease her like she was teasing me. Nope, they stay on. For now.
“On the table.”
She didn’t hesitate to follow orders. She climbed on the table, laid on her back, giving me full access to her sweet spots. I pulled the handcuffs from the bag and carefully slid them onto her wrists. I pulled her hands above her head, fastening the cuffs to the convenient bars on the wall. I smiled as she seemed to grow nervous.
“Remember, just tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. Promise.”
She nodded, bit her bottom lip into her mouth, and let out a sweet sigh.
The feather duster seemed like the best place to start. I’d only had a few experiences like this, but she somehow made it feel new and more exciting than the others. Her body squirmed as I barely brushed the soft feathers against her skin. I started at her calves, working between her thighs, teasing each of her breasts equally. My mouth lowered, and my lips latched onto her nipple, tugging hard as I sucked the sweet flesh. She moaned, making my cock twitch. I needed more.
I picked up a long stick from the toy box. It had a round foam tip and a switch on the side of the long shaft. A vibrator. Perfect.
I removed it from its packaging, then used one of the bacterial wipes available to clean it thoroughly, just in case. I turned it on, let Katrina hear the buzz of the small motor and then lowered it to her belly. I circled the sweet indent of her belly button and then brought it up to her tightened nipples. She arched her back, pulling at the restraints as she stared into my eyes. Fuck!
I took the toy away, leaned down and kissed those magnificent lips once again. As she entangled her tongue around mine, I slid the stick between her legs, letting the vibrations pulsate against her pink panties. Her legs clamped closed against my hand, her ass lifting from the table as she ground into the toy. Moans rolled through her body and escaped past her lips as she released our kiss and let out the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
She was still twitching when I reached into the bag and pulled out the toy we bought. I turned it on, rolled it up her arm, and back down again. Against her underar
m, she giggled, but sighed as I traced it along her ribs. It was fascinating to watch the device in contrast to her soft skin as I ran it up to her neck, covering every inch of skin. I calmed her sexually tortured body, soothing her with the soft vibrations of the toy. I rolled it around her breasts, not on them, just around. I was loving the exploration of her body. Watching her squirm, moan, and grind was breathtaking.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
She nodded, making little sounds that spoke to something deep inside of me.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head, her eyes hooded with passion.
I slid my briefs off, exposing my hard erection and her eyes widened. I smiled at her, moved to the lower end of the table, and rolled the little ball down her thighs and against her silk panties.
Her hips ground toward my hand, the toy. The vibrations teased her flesh, the tiny nubs massaging it as she tensed. My eyes moved along her body, the slender waist, the firm breasts that heaved with delight, and fell onto her eyes. Her lips were parted, her tongue limp in her mouth as I worked the toy around her clit.
I set the toy aside, turning it off and listening to only the sweet sighs coming from her mouth. I gripped her panties, pulling them down her legs. Her thighs fell open, exposing the sweet flesh I craved. Her clit was swollen and pink, peeking out from beneath the thin strip of blonde hair. My God, she was beautiful. My hands pushed at her thighs, opening her legs as wide as possible before they fell from the table to each side. My fingers slid between her soft folds, flicked at her swollen clit, and watched as she bucked toward me.
“You want me to lick that pretty pussy?” I asked, licking my lips in anticipation.
She gasped out a, “Yes.”
“Don’t come, or I’ll have to spank you,” I teased as I lowered my mouth between her legs.
My tongue glided along her inner thigh, closing in on the sweetness of her swollen flesh. My cock ached as I got my first taste. She was so sweet, so perfect, I wanted to be inside of her.
She arched her back, lifting her ass from the table and pushing her pussy hard against my mouth. I sucked her clit, tugging it with my lips as I massaged it with my tongue, causing her to shake with excitement. I felt her orgasm releasing with tiny pulsations that she could no longer control. I rolled my tongue around her clit, sucked again hard before sliding a finger deep inside of her wet pussy. Her throbbing body welcomed my finger, pulling me deeper inside her as loud moans escaped her lips.
I didn’t give her time to calm before releasing her cuffs. “Turn over,” I commanded.
She blushed, but obliged, and rolled on her stomach, her perfect ass in the air, her sweet pussy barely tucked between her cheeks. I gripped the flogger she’d chosen and gave her a soft tap. I knew her skin was still tingling from her orgasm, and that any sensation was overly stimulating, so I wanted to start out slow.
“Spread your legs wider.”
Once she did, I landed another tap, this one a little harder and directly against the flesh of her pussy. She jumped, moaned, but then relaxed back into her original position. “Two more and then you have to make me come,” I said as sternly as I could. My voice was cracking from the excitement. From need. My body was on edge, adrenaline rushing through my veins faster than when I prepared to jump at twenty thousand feet.
She cried out when the flogger met her flesh again, leaving a series of red splotches on her ass cheek from the stiffened leather whips. “Can you handle another?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
The last one wasn’t as hard but was directed at her pussy instead of her ass cheeks. I loved the moans she let out when the tassels smacked against the soft flesh, and the pull from her juices against the leather gave me a rush I couldn’t explain.
“Come to me,” I commanded.
She fell onto her belly, rolled, then was in front of me with one swift movement. Our naked bodies pressed together for the first time, and I felt something other than just sexual tension between us. It was stronger. Something new.
Her lips were so full, so pink. I wanted to lean in and kiss them. “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock,” I said sternly.
Her hands slid down my sides as she lowered in front of me. Her hand gripped my cock, stroking it slowly as her mouth opened and took in the tip. I watched her swallow me, her eyes looking up at me, and I was ready to come. I didn’t want to stop this feeling, this amazing feeling of her mouth surrounding my hard flesh. But, I knew there was something better. I wanted to be inside of her. I needed to be inside of her.
I reached down, pulled at her shoulders until her mouth released its tight grip on my dick. I lifted her into my arms, her legs straddled around me, and I walked her to the bench along the wall. Her ass cheeks rested on the red bench at the perfect height while I reached for a condom, slid it on and then stroked my sheathed cock down her slit, gathering her moisture.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I slid inside her. My body rolled with a thunderous explosion of pleasure as I found the end of her, locking us together as one. Her body melted in my arms, her tight opening clenching my erection while her nails dug into the flesh on my back. I withdrew, then slammed into her, rolling my hips to search for the spot that would bring us both to climax. She moaned, gasped, called out my name, but once I hit that spot, she couldn’t speak. Her lips tightened together, air heaving past them as her eyes began to roll back into her head.
Yes, that was the spot I was looking for.
I worked hard to stay in position, my cock beginning to throb, not only from the tightness and warmth she offered but from the pure ecstasy she displayed on her face. It was exhilarating. Better than any extreme sport I’d ever tried.
Warm fluid rushed around my cock, and her body tensed, trembling with the orgasm building inside her. My own throbbing grew out of control as we climaxed together. I growled as I came, cum shooting from my body in spurts of incredible pleasure.
She clung to me and I held her against me, pressing kisses onto her hair, her forehead, her ear. It wasn’t until I was completely softened that I pulled away and disposed of the condom in a nearby trashcan. When I looked back at her, her face had changed. She looked scared and… filled with regret?
Had I moved too fast?
The look was quickly replaced with a smile as she caught me looking at her again. “It was unbelievable,” I whispered into her ear and then lowered my mouth to her warm neck. She moaned, her fingers digging into me again. She still wanted me as much as I still wanted her. I felt exhilarated, satisfied, like a God.
“Yes,” she spoke softly, but her reply put me at ease.
“Let’s shower,” I whispered, leaning forward, and taking her in my arms.
I carried her to the shower, turned on the water to a soothing warm, and washed her gently as we shared the large stall. It was sensual, more sensual than I’d ever imagined, ever felt. There was something about this girl. Something I couldn’t explain. I wanted to take my time figuring it out.
She returned the favor of cleaning my exhausted but satisfied body. I watched her remove a loofah from its packaging and fill it full of soap before lifting it to my skin. Her smile warmed me, melted me really. In that moment, my new goal in life was to make this woman smile at me like this again and again.
As my cock stiffened under her hand, I wasn’t tired any more. I pressed her against the glass and rolled on a condom conveniently left in the stall. I made love to her, even more tenderly this time. We kissed as our bodies connected, taking and giving to each other. And when she came this time, she cried from the intensity, leaving me to kiss away her tears.
Dried off, dressed, and leaning back on the cushiony bed, Katrina looked more relaxed than she’d been since I met her. I wondered if she’d ever been so relaxed in her life. I knew I hadn’t.
As I watched, her demeanor changed and tension spread across her face like before.
“What’s wrong?”
Tears sprang to her eyes
, and she rapidly blinked them back. “What have I done?” she said softly, as if she’d just woken up from a bad dream. “I’ll lose my job.”
I felt relieved that it was her job she was concerned about, and not remorse for what we’d just shared. “Your job is safe. No one will ever know. It’s our little secret, remember,” I assured her, meaning it.
I extended my hand, pulled her gently from the bed, and into my arms. My lips caressed her shoulder, then her neck before finally finding their place on hers.
“I’ll call you a cab, then I’ll get my own cab a few minutes later.” I lifted her chin until she was looking at me. “Okay?”
She raised on her tiptoes to kiss me softly on the lips. “Okay.”
I hated to separate from her. But I knew she was worried about her job. Why, I wasn’t sure. She was Katrina Delaney. She didn’t need a job. And if she just wanted one, something glamorous, then babysitting the knuckleheads on this team wasn’t it.
“Thank you.” She rested her head on my chest. “You know we can’t let this happen again, right?” Her voice was low, barely a whisper as she released me and took a step back.
No, I didn’t know that.
I didn’t want that.
But what choice did I have?
I blew out a breath and ran a hand through my hair. “Whatever you want.”
CHAPTER TEN
Katrina
The ringer on my phone blasted as I struggled to find my way from under my blanket. Where was my phone? Damn, my body was so sore, so satisfied. I reached under the blanket, pushed myself up into a sitting position and panicked as Rhett’s name flashed across the front of the screen. It was barely six in the morning. What could he want?
“Hello, this is Katrina,” I said quickly, clearing my throat and working on my most professional tone.
“Good morning. I hope I didn’t disturb you this early.” His voice was crisp and clear, like he’d already had morning coffee and possibly a jog around the block.
