“Fuck, I adore you,” he said, his voice breaking.
Kat smiled, her orgasm receding as Dan slowed. He lowered his head, lips skating across hers, the touch so loving it brought tears to her eyes. How had she got so lucky?
“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” she said, nuzzling his ear.
He reared back and stared at her. “You have?”
“I thought you knew. Thought I gave enough signals.” Obviously I didn’t.
“I had no idea. I thought…shit, we’ve wasted so much time.”
She nodded. “But it doesn’t matter. We’re here now, we can make up for it.”
Dan pulled out of her and climbed off the bed, heading for the doorway. “Sorry to leave you like this, but…” he glanced at his cock, “I need to clean up.”
He left the room and Kat wanted to follow but resisted, instead reliving what had just happened. Who knew he was so romantic? Who knew they would fit together like they had, no sign of unease or awkwardness? She’d struck lucky, no doubt about it, and hugged herself in contentment, unable to keep the smile at bay. Dan returned and she lay flat on the bed, waiting for him to join her. He settled by her side, head propped in one hand, his elbow on the mattress. They lay for long moments regarding one another, Kat relaying emotions through her eyes that she was too shy to speak. Did he understand? Know what she was trying to say? That she loved him? They’d known each other for two years, growing closer by the day, yet had never revealed their inner thoughts. Why was that when they got along so well?
Maybe that’s what it was. Neither of us wanted to spoil what we had.
“Did you bring clothes for going out in?” Dan asked, trailing the backs of his fingers down her cheek.
Kat shook her head. “I didn’t plan on going out, no. It wouldn’t be fun alone, and I didn’t fancy making friends either. I just…just needed to get away. To think.”
“About us?”
“Yes. About where we weren’t going. And now…” She smiled again, smoothing her hand over his chest.
“Now?”
“Now it seems we’re at the point I always wished we’d be.”
“You’re lucky,” he said, getting off the bed and kneeling beside it.
“Oh, I know I am.” She shifted across and peered over the edge. “What are you doing?”
Dan pulled a box from beneath the bed. “I said you’re lucky because I bought you a dress. If you want, I’ll take you dancing tonight.”
“Dancing?” Kat laughed. “The only dancing I’ve ever done is jigging in a corner at school discos. You’re kidding, aren’t you?”
“Nope.” He placed the box on the bed and sat beside her. “Go on, open it.”
She lifted the box to her lap, the base cold on her thighs. Inside, nestled in white tissue paper, was a black dress of the simple variety. She held it up. “Oh wow. How did you know my size?”
“I peeked inside your jacket once when you left it hanging on the back of your chair.” He nodded at the dress. “I heard every woman needs a little black dress.”
Heart full to bursting, Kat lowered the frock and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Thank you. You’re so bloody kind. Whatever did I do to deserve this…you?”
“It was meant to be,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
Chapter Three
A taxi arrived to take Kat and Dan into town. They visited a salsa club, and the night sped by in a blur of Kat stepping on Dan’s toes and making a fool of herself. She didn’t care, didn’t mind people looking her way and knowing she had no clue how to dance. She was with Dan and that was all that mattered. His patience didn’t surprise her—he was the same at work—and they left the club, breathless, her mind lightened by alcohol. A taxi drew up to the kerb and Dan leaned into the driver’s open window, the curve of his arse irresistible. On impulse, Kat swatted it and he jerked upright, taking her in his arms and pulling her close.
“You like that, do you?” he whispered in her ear. “Like that kind of thing?”
God, did she! She enjoyed being in control, yet other times she preferred her partner to dominate. Kat thought about his question for a second, examining how she’d felt when she’d slapped him. She’d never done that before, but Lord had she thought about it.
“Yes.” She leant back to look into his eyes. “I’d like to try some things, things you might not like. Things that might make me seem odd.”
Dan nodded at two giggling women who approached the taxi, letting them take the ride. He led Kat down an alley between the club and the adjacent building, pressing her against the wall with his body.
“Like what?” he asked, shadows shrouding his face.
Should she tell him? Would she ever get such a chance again? Despite her earlier worries and insecurity when she’d first arrived at the cabin, she felt stronger somehow, able to confess something she’d never told a soul.
“Uh, just things.”
“Things? Come on.” He kissed her neck, tongue darting out. “Tell me.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Embarrassment wended its way through her. “I…”
Dan held her hands, breath hot on her neck. “Pretend I’m not here. Pretend you’re talking to yourself. How can I give you what you want if I don’t know what it is?”
“Sometimes I enjoy taking control.” There. She’d said it. Her face heated.
“I saw that earlier, and fuck, it turned me on. And?”
“I’d like to try…” She paused then rushed on. “Some light spanking.” Oh, God. Did I just say that?
“And?”
“Bondage.” Ground, please swallow me up.
Dan lifted his head from her neck and stared at her, hands still holding hers. “Jesus, you’re my perfect woman.”
Startled, Kat blinked. “I am?”
“Fuck, yes!” He kissed her, long and hard. “I’m not going to make it back to the cabin.”
Kat laughed and pushed away from the wall, guiding Dan out of the alley. She looked up the hill. “My hotel is closer.”
“Then take me there. Show me exactly what you want.”
*****
Dan looked so vulnerable, blindfolded with his tie and sprawled star-shaped on the sheets. His chest rose and fell, his breaths sharp, quick. Shoelaces attached to the four-poster bed chafed his wrists and ankles, which were red from his struggles. From below his navel, a fine line of black hair tapered outwards to join the curly thatch surrounding his turgid cock. That cock bobbed against his lower abdomen while he waited…waited.
The belt slapping against Kat’s palm startled him and he bucked his hips. He bit his lower lip and exhaled a long breath, the burst of air moving the dark fringe of his hair. She stood at the foot of the bed with legs apart, naked except for black knee-high boots, the only dressy thing she’d brought with her. Nipples taut, she snapped the belt once more. Dan didn’t flinch this time. A smile graced his clean-shaven face and he pulled at his restraints, his need to touch her obvious.
God, this feels so good. So right.
His tight balls twitched and she moved the belt’s tip along one of his inner thighs. He loosed a strangled groan and licked his lips.
“Are you sure about this?” Kat asked, teasing the base of his dick with the belt.
He smiled and those dimples she loved enhanced his charm. “Yes. God, yes.”
“Do the shoelaces hurt?” She lightly traced a line up his cock.
“A little, but I like it.”
His total trust astounded her. He rested easy on the bed, knowing she held an instrument that could wield such terrible pain if used inappropriately, yet his muscles only bunched as he awaited the bite, the sting. His toned stomach spasmed and she traced figure eights over the flat planes with the belt. He sucked in air, holding it. Kat raised the belt and he clenched his hands into fists, his wrist veins prominent. Breath still held, he splayed his toes. Pre-cum drizzled. The overhead light rendered the droplet an opal, a liquid jewel t
hat Kat ached to lick away.
“Anticipation killing you?” She laughed, giddy with power, amazed by her courage.
She swooped the belt down, cracking it against his thigh with a delicious slap. Her cunt clenched and she longed to climb on the bed and lower herself onto him, have him fill her, complete her. Dan panted through those supple, alluring lips of his. Lips that have kissed my cunt, kissed my mouth.
Another swift shot in the same place, another slap of belt on flesh, urged Dan’s head up and forward, neck corded, teeth gritted. A pained moan wrenched from him and he flopped back down, his chest glistening with sweat.
“Quiet,” Kat said, stern, no nonsense, enjoying the game.
Dan closed his lips and breathed through his nose, nostrils flared. A welt bloomed on his thigh, an angry red slash.
“Okay?” she asked, just to make sure.
He nodded. “More.”
He slid his tongue over his lips again and a bead of sweat broke from its anchor and meandered from his temple into his ear. Kat licked her own lips, mimicking his movement, wishing his mouth was on hers.
She fondled her nipples, fingertips soft against their rigidity, and a shot of desire zipped to her clit. Dampness lubricated her folds and she pushed away the urge to dip her fingers inside. An ache pulsed through her, a fierce yearning, and she sighed in an effort to calm herself.
“Don’t touch yourself,” he said.
“Hush!”
Kat struck him again—one, two, three blows.
“Fuck! Ah…Kat. Come here.”
She remained where she was, silent.
“Please?” he whispered, cock vein pronounced, a purple-hued streak against pink. “Kat?”
Belt on the bed, she walked to the bedside cabinet, her heels loud on the wooden flooring. She lowered to her haunches, letting her scent waft up to tantalise him, and he turned his head. Opening a drawer, she reached inside and curled her fingers around a slim dildo she’d brought with her, four inches in length. Should I use it on myself? She smiled and reached into the drawer for lube.
“Fuck. I smell you, Kat.”
The heady aroma grew with her excitement. Her inner thighs slick, she sashayed to the end of the bed and climbed on, kneeling between his legs. His breathing quickened and another opal of pre-cum dripped, disappearing into the line of his stomach hair. She took her time unscrewing the lube, squeezing a droplet onto the dildo and tossing the tube aside. With languid strokes she smoothed the liquid—up, down, up—and imagined Dan’s cock in her hand. Dildo ready, she slid it between his arse cheeks. He grunted and tried to raise his knees, crying out as the shoelace tightened on his ankles.
“Oh, God!” he whispered. “I love this.”
She circled his puckered hole, easing the dildo tip inside. He jolted, released an “Ah!” of pleasure, and she waited for him to become accustomed to the intrusion. One second, two, three…and she pushed farther, slowly so she didn’t hurt him, until he took it all. It slid in easily. Has he done this before? His cock bounced then strained at an angle to his body. As she began a slow rhythm—in out, in out—Kat fisted his cock and copied the movements of the dildo. Dan’s inner thighs pressed into her legs and he bared his teeth.
A low growl rumbled from him, exacerbating her lust. His cock hardened further and his balls rose inside their sacs. He’s close… A few strokes more and Kat removed the dildo, taking her hand from him. He whimpered—he was nearing orgasm.
“Kat, please. Please come here.”
And I want to. Oh, God, I want to, but…no.
She dropped the toy and stood, holding her arms out to her sides to steady herself. Lifting one leg, she placed her boot sole on his hipbone to the right of his cock and lowered the heel to his upper thigh, amazed at how it came so naturally.
Dan raised his head. “Please…I can’t…can’t—”
Kat applied more pressure and he thrashed his head from side to side on the pillow. A heel touch more, more again, and he opened his mouth then snapped it shut, lips a thin line.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck!” He gritted his teeth and air hissed between them, long and drawn out. “I…I’m going—”
“No! You mustn’t.”
Kat removed her boot and stepped farther up the bed. Knees bent, she rested them on either side of his torso. Her thigh muscles relaxed and a light breeze tickled her skin. She looked down at Dan’s pursed lips. He blew gently, his biceps bunched, knuckles white.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“Yes.”
His hot breath huffed out and she cupped his face, thumbed his cheeks. Her scent fanned up and he inhaled deeply, his brow furrowed in concentration. Kat lowered herself onto his stomach, the contact of his skin against her wet cunt a painful tease.
Dan groaned. “Untie me, Kat.”
“No.”
“Fuck.”
She smoothed her hands down his neck, along his collarbone, and palmed his chest. Dug her nails into him and scraped them towards her cunt. Her fingertips glided over her inner thighs and she itched to touch herself. His cock tapped her arse, the tip damp. Maybe a little too damp.
“Have you…?” She held her breath.
“Nearly. I—”
“Hold off.”
Kat tweaked his nipples—hard—and he writhed beneath her, his hands starfishes. His tongue darted out and she leant down, catching it between her lips and sucking. Dan raised his head again, greedy, wanting, and she pulled away. She ached for more, for the feel of his tongue against hers. One tiny scoot backwards from Kat and his cock, hot and ready, slid up her arse cleft. The abrasion on his sensitive length wrenched a groan from him and he bucked his hips, striving to gain control. When she pinched his nipples once more, he mumbled incoherent words and she quickened her pace.
He gave an animalistic yell and lowered his hips—he was perilously near. Kat placed her hands on his chest to brace herself. Lifting her arse, she scooted backwards onto his thighs and opened one of the condoms she’d placed beside him on the bed. She covered him then settled her cunt on the end of his cock. The air stilled along with her body, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the monotonous tick of the bedside clock. Her inner walls contracted, squeezing his throbbing tip, and Dan whimpered again. She plunged down then up, letting his cock leave her.
“You want me, don’t you, Dan?”
He nodded.
Then I’ll make you wait.
She climbed off him, off the bed, and untied each shoelace. He rotated his wrists and ankles, bending his legs. He moved his hand to his face, where it lingered above the blindfold, but he lowered his arm to rest beside him. Kat opened the bathroom door—he must have heard its creak and known what she was doing—and left the bedroom. Inside the bathroom, she leaned against the wall. The cold contact with the tiles shocked a little desire away and she closed her eyes, steadying her breathing. A fierce throb swelled her clit.
If I just slip my fingers… No.
She started a count to sixty. Just one minute extra to make him want her more.
Is he indecisive? Is he wondering whether to fist his cock, give himself a taste of pleasure?
Sixty reached, she tiptoed into the bedroom, her footfalls near-silent.
Dan’s fingertips hovered above his cock and he sucked the pointer finger of his other hand. He took his finger from his mouth and placed both hands on the bed.
“Did you touch yourself, Dan?”
He jumped and shook his head.
“Did you want to?”
He nodded.
“But you didn’t?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Lust gripped Kat and she pushed her breasts together, massaging them. Rolling a nipple between finger and thumb, she pulled, tweaked, the pleasure-pain almost too much. Pressure built in her clit and she snaked her other hand down. She halted at the touch of her damp hair and snatched her hands away, holding them out to her sides.
“Are you touching yourself,
Kat?”
“No.”
“Sure?”
“Yes.”
“Come here?”
“No. Turn over. Get on your hands and knees.”
Dan complied. His broad shoulder blades stuck out and his narrow waist begged for Kat to wrap her arms around it, rest her cheek on his back. Belt in hand, she walked to the bottom of the bed and brought the leather up in a wide arc then down again. It cracked against his arse and he shunted forward, a whoomph of surprise gusting out of him. He hung his head, arched his spine, then relaxed. She smacked his arse again and his yell brought more moisture to her cunt. Another, another, another, each strike urging hoarse cries from Dan—and Kat. Breath sifting through clenched teeth, she struck him again—harder—and his deep shout accompanied his hand leaving the bed and moving down to his cock.
“Leave it!”
“Kat, I-I can’t…I’m—”
“I said leave it!”
Frustrated, he slapped his palm on the bed and she whipped him twice more.
“Turn over. Quickly.”
I can’t take any more. God, I need him.
He spun over and she let go of the belt. It clattered to the floor.
Dan snatched off the blindfold and his piercing brown gaze met hers. His cheeks were flushed, he breathed heavily, his cock thick in his hungry state. She climbed on the bed, positioned herself over him and presented her cunt to his face. She removed the condom then licked his cock head, savoured the taste of pre-cum and guided his shaft deeper. His tongue probed her wet folds and she sucked upwards on a moan. He caught her clit between his lips and sucked; she sucked, and God, she wanted to come.
With her frantic movements, her head bobbed up and down, tongue flat against him. His tip butted her throat, his cock widening, his vein pulsing. Kat sucked up and licked the head, swirling her tongue around the head. Dan’s fast, flickering attentions gained pace and she gave a frustrated cry. Turning, Kat rolled on a fresh condom and straddled him, leaning down to kiss her juices from his lips. Hands cupping his face, she kissed him, conveying all her emotions, her need for him, her love for him. He returned the kiss and she reared up and slid onto his cock.
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