by Jolie Cain
Gradually she ceased struggling against him and began to return his kiss. He released her wrists and slid his hands down to her hips, forcefully pulling her close to him and burrowing his cock into the notch at the top of her thighs. He could feel her body as it moved frantically against him, her hands tearing at his shirt, trying to get at the warm flesh beneath. He picked her up, and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her arms rose to clasp his head as their mouths ate at each other. His hips began a thrusting rhythm against her pussy, and hers responded as little cries and gasps puffed into his marauding mouth. His hand yanked her head back, wrapping her hair around and around his wrist so he could hold her in place as he trailed hot kisses down her neck. He turned from the wall and carried her across the room. Dropping her on the bed, he unfastened his pants before he followed her down. “Don’t stop me, Kat,” he ground out as his body covered hers.
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Katherine had never felt like this before. Somewhere in the dim recesses of her mind she knew that she shouldn’t let this happen, but the warning was too weak and too distant to have any effect. She couldn’t get enough of him, craved his mouth on her, his hands. She wanted to feel his cock thrusting into her hard and fast. Had to have it. It had never been like this for her before.
His hands pushed her skirt up, tearing aside the silk panties to reach the hot, wet flesh beneath. Urgently his finger thrust up into her and she arched into him, her cry caught by his mouth. She felt his fingers as he stroked in and out a few times, drawing more wetness from her responsive body and using his other hand to part her legs even wider. As she watched, he reached down and released himself from his pants, pulling out his erection and rubbing it into her moistness. He raised himself up briefly to stare down at her. “Kat.”
“Yes.” She nodded her head at the inevitability of what was happening, and her hands came out to clasp his hips.
He thrust into her hard and deep, and she moaned out her pleasure at the rough penetration. There was no gentleness in him, and she needed none. Just heat and demand. And pure, utter pleasure.
Hooking his arms beneath her legs, he pushed them up, allowing his cock to penetrate even more deeply into her hot, pulsing cunt.
“God, Beau.” Katherine could not think. She couldn’t do anything but blindly respond to her lover. Her stepson. He pulled out and thrust in again and again, his rhythm fast and furious, and she loved it. She didn’t want sweet and gentle. She wanted … no, she needed this. This frantic, unrefined, animalistic joining. Faster and faster she urged him on. Panting out her need to him in incoherent moans and whispers.
His eyes pinned her. “Yes, you like this, don’t you, baby? You need this. God, so do I.”
She gasped with dismay when he pulled out of her after a few more thrusts, but he ignored her. She felt him strip her clothes off, flinging them across the room. “I don’t want anything between us … not now.” He stood to finish removing his own clothes, and her eyes hungrily absorbed the hard young body being revealed to her. His cock stood proudly out from a nest of brown curls, glistening with her own cum. She reached out a hand toward it, but he stopped her. “No, I want to be inside you again.”
Flipping her over onto her belly, he pulled her hips up and shoved her legs apart to plunge into her again. The new position allowed for even deeper penetration, and Katherine cried out with the pleasure. She felt his hand holding her down, cheek against the bed, as he once again began his hard thrusting. Katherine’s hands grasped the bedspread as she gave herself up to the incredible sensations. Yes. This was what she had longed for. He plowed harder and harder, moving her body up the bed with each stroke. How could she take this? Her body was so sensitized, so wet. Fluid gushed from her cunt and dampened her thighs. Moaning, she could hear her own voice huskily crying and begging for more. The sensations building within her body were new to her and frighteningly powerful.
Suddenly she felt a palm slap against her hip. “Ohhh.” Her cunt pulsed and even more wetness trickled down her thigh.
“Yeah, baby.” He slapped her again, and she moaned. “God you’re wet. So wet for me.” His hand slid around her hip to cover her pussy, his finger finding the hard nub of her clit. With each thrust he pushed her harder against his hand, and she could feel the coiling tension inside of her stringing hotter and tighter. “Cum for me, kitten. Cum now.”
His finger rubbed harder against her and she broke, screaming out his name as her orgasm overtook her and triggered his own release. Then he collapsed on top of her. They lay there for several minutes, Katherine barely able to breathe under his weight. At last he rolled to the side and pulled her to him, his cock still enclosed within her body. Nestling together like innocent babes, they slept.
The next morning when Beau awoke, the bed was empty. Katherine was gone.
Chapter One
Twelve years later
Katherine knelt in the middle of the floor, her hands clasped behind her back and her long red hair pulled into a ponytail high on her head. Completely nude except for white thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels, she was a sight to harden any man’s cock, and the one staring down at her was no exception. Slowly he strolled around her, observing her from every angle, the satisfaction of ownership gleaming in his hard eyes. She shivered as she felt those eyes travel across her full breasts with their peaking nipples and down to where her thighs parted slightly, teasing him with glimpses of her swollen folds. Just knowing he watched her caused her nipples to tighten even more, and moisture flooded her bare cunt. With her eyes downcast, she held herself completely still, understanding she would be punished if she moved without his permission. He never let any excuse to whip her pass, sometimes with his hand, but other times he used the leather flogger he’d purchased. Katherine didn’t especially enjoy the whippings, so she did her best to avoid them whenever possible.
The moment drew out, no sound in the room except for his quickened breathing and his measured steps as he completed the circuit and came to a stop in front of her. From the angle where he’d stopped, all she could see were his black shoes and the legs of his dark slacks. The toe of one shoe inched forward and prodded at her knees. She accommodated his silent command, easing her legs wider apart to allow him an unrestricted view of her slick cunt lips.
She forced herself to stillness, repressing her need to move, to look up at him, to see what he was thinking. It was all about control—that she knew. His control of her aroused her. The longer he held her on the edge like this, the more she liked it.
Finally he moved. His hands came within her line of vision, flexing before he reached towards his fly. Easing down the zipper, he pulled it slowly, tantalizing her. He reached in and pulled out his engorged penis, the bulbous head already beaded with pre-seminal fluid. Her vision narrowed and focused on his cock. As he ran his thumb across the tip, her mouth began to water, needing to touch, needing to taste. His hand began stroking slowly up and down, drawing her fascinated stare. He was thick and ready. As he moved closer in, the head of his cock almost butted against her full lips, but he held himself just out of her reach. She licked her lips. “Patience, sweetheart. Not yet.” His hand dropped from his erection, and he reached down to pluck at her nipples, tugging and pinching almost painfully. When one breast had peaked to his satisfaction, he turned his attention to the other. She couldn’t withhold the moan that escaped her parted lips as he continued playing with the sensitive flesh.
“Silence!” His hand drew back and sharply slapped her on her aroused breast. She gasped but held still. His hand soothed across the pink flesh almost tenderly before he pulled back and smacked her again, this time on the other mound. She bit her lip, allowing no sound to escape. “That’s my good baby,” he praised her for her obedience. Then he hit her again, this time directly on the nipple. Tears came to her eyes with the effort it took her to refrain from reacting to the strike. Again, he caressed the aching area. “I love seeing your skin turning all red for me, baby doll.”
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railed one finger down her face and traced the full contours of her mouth before he moved closer, prodding against her closed lips with his cock. No instruction was necessary as she parted her mouth for him, keeping her eyes lowered. When her tongue encircled the swollen head, he groaned and pushed himself deeper into the moist cavern. Katherine sucked him in, her eyes closing as she listened to his moans of pleasure. A hand clasped the back of her head, holding her still as he began to thrust, fucking her face with measured movements. “That’s my sweet slut. Just like that.” His words accompanied a deeper thrusting, and Katherine gagged slightly as he filled her mouth completely, bumping against the back of her throat. She breathed through her nose and forced herself to swallow his cock deeper and deeper, knowing that was how he liked it, how he demanded it. “Look at me, baby.”
Katherine looked up into his heated stare, loosening her jaw to accommodate his deep thrusts. She could tell he wasn’t far from climax by the grunts and moans that accompanied his faster rhythm. “Don’t move, bitch. Take my cock. Take it all.” His hard commands aroused her as nothing else could, and she could feel moisture trickle from her pussy and slide down the inside of her thigh. She tightened her lips around his cock and sucked harder. “Oh, fuck, that’s it. Yesss!” As his orgasm hit, he jerked out of her mouth, pumping his spewing cum onto her face. Katherine lurched back, turning to the side to avoid as much as possible but unable to escape the majority of the sticky substance. It hit the side of her face in short spasms. His hand tightened its grip on her hair, pulling her back and forcing her to accept his cream full in the face. When the last spurt had landed, he released her.
She collapsed back onto her heels, glaring angrily up at him as he towered over here, a satisfied gleam in his eye. “Dammit, Harper. I told you not to do that any more. You know I don’t like it.”
He grinned down into her outraged face. “I’m the boss, baby. I decide where I cum, not you, slut. I don’t care whether you like it or not.” His hand tightened its grip in her hair and yanked her back up onto her knees. “And don’t you ever turn away from me. You’re going to have to be punished for that lack of obedience.” Her hand came up to hold her hair where he pulled it, bringing tears to her eyes. Roughly dragging her to her feet, he shoved her until she lay half on the bed and half on the floor.
“Ouch. Stop it. Stop right now. Red light. I mean it, Harper.” Katherine repeated her safe word so that there would be no mistake. “Red Light.” She pushed herself to her feet, standing unsteadily before him.
For a moment she thought Harper was going to ignore her safe word, the word that signaled to him that she had reached her limits, and he should stop. He stepped closer to her, studying the furious expression on her face before reaching out to swipe a finger through his cum that lay splattered on her cheek. Raising it to his face, he licked it slowly. “Yum. My cum tastes so much better after it’s been flavored with sweet Katherine first.” He grinned. “Oh, come on, baby. Don’t be such a stick in the mud. You know you love it.”
She pushed his hand aside. “I’m not kidding, Harper. I’ve had it. That is it. You know I don’t like it when you do that. We’ve talked about it before, but you just don’t listen to me. You know my limits, but you keep ignoring them whenever you want.” Moving over, she grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her shoulders, tightening the belt around her waist. She turned to face him. “It’s over, Harper. We’re over.”
His grin fell from is face. “What? You don’t mean that, baby.”
She looked straight into his eyes. “I do mean it.” She turned away to walk into the connecting bath where she ran some warm water onto a bath cloth to wash his spew from her face, her movements jerky with her anger. He approached and glared over her shoulder as she soaped the rag and began cleaning herself. After she rinsed off, she pulled a hand towel off to dry, postponing this confrontation as long as she could. Finally, she could delay no longer. Harper stood propped in the doorway, the expression on his face easy to read.
“Baby, let’s talk about this. You know I’m crazy about you. I’m sorry. I know you don’t like it when I cum in your face. I just got caught up in the moment. I swear it won’t happen again.” He reached out to pull her to face him, but she stepped back and stared up at him. How could she have ever thought he was what she needed in a lover? All he thought about were his own selfish needs. And she’d had enough of that to last her a lifetime.
“Harper, that’s what you said before.” She shook her head. “You say you’ll respect my limits, but you never do. You do whatever you want, and I just can’t take it any more. From the very beginning, I told you that I wasn’t sure that I wanted to do this. You knew I wasn’t sure about this relationship. And now I know that I was right to be cautious. I think it’s best to go ahead and end it now.”
His face grew red, and she could see the anger boiling below the surface, but he took a deep breath to calm himself. One of the reasons she had been hesitant about beginning this affair with Harper was because of his short temper. A trickle of unease swept over her at the look in his eyes. She should have listened to her instinct. “End it? I don’t think so, sweetheart. This will end when I say so. I’m in charge, remember?”
“Only if I say you are, Harper, and even then, only in the bedroom.”
As he stared into her determined eyes, she could tell he was considering what to do next. Finally his gaze narrowed. “Look, this is not the time to be making a decision like this. You’re too upset right now. Let’s give it a day or two. Once you’ve calmed down we’ll talk again.”
She shook her head. “There’s no need to wait, Harper. I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I’m just not happy with the way things have been going. I think you need someone more suited to your tastes.”
“What in the hell are you talking about? We’re perfect together.” His voice had gotten louder, and she could tell that he was about to lose it. She decided that he was right. Maybe she should give it a day or two so he could get used to the idea. The last thing that she needed was for him to get madder. She was in a rather vulnerable position, and she didn’t want to take a chance that things might spiral completely out of control. She was no fool.
“O.K., Harper. We’ll talk about this later. You’re right. This really isn’t the best time.” She turned around and started reaching for her clothes, quickly pulling them on.
“Where are you going?” He grabbed her arm and spun her around, his grip so tight that Katherine knew she would have a bruise there tomorrow.
“You’re hurting me.” She looked him straight in the eye, and he released her. She finished buttoning her blouse and sat on the bed. Swapping her heels for flat sandals, she told him, “I’ve got to go home. I have some case files I need to look over tonight. I told you when you called and asked me to come by that I wouldn’t be able to stay long.”
He looked as if he would argue but then thought better of it. “Okay. I’ll walk you down.”
“No. That’s not necessary. The doorman can see me to my car.”
Reaching out, he forced her chin up so she had to look at him. “All right, Katherine. But this isn’t over. We’ll talk about this later.”
Katherine nodded jerkily and picked up her purse where it lay on the dresser. The last thing she needed right now was another confrontation. “Okay. Fine.”
“I’ll buzz down and let Bill know you’re on your way.”
He walked her to the door and opened it. Just as she started into the hallway, he caught her wrist to halt her. Standing very close, he bent down. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Once you’ve calmed down, I’m sure you’ll look at things a bit differently.” He kissed her cheek and his hand tightened momentarily on her wrist before she jerked away. Without replying, she continued down the hall, pressing the button for the elevator. She could feel his eyes boring into her back as she stood waiting. At last, the car arrived, and she heaved a sigh of relief as the door closed behind her.
By the time she reac
hed the ground floor, she had managed to relax somewhat. “Dr. Montgomery?” Bill crossed from his seat behind his desk, a broad smile on his plain face. “Mr. Hunt told me to escort you to your car.”
“Thanks, Bill. I really appreciate it.”
“My pleasure, ma’am. You can’t be too careful these days.” With a polite hand on her arm, he helped her through the door and down the steps. The darkened parking lot was lit sporadically by the lights, bright in some spots but marked by pockets of deep shadows in which anyone or anything could be concealed. She was grateful for Bill’s presence and his distracting chatter. When she reached her car, Bill stood patiently as she fumbled for the key and climbed in. “It was good to see you again, Dr. Montgomery. You drive safely, now.” With a nod and a wave, he made his way back into the building.
As she cranked the car, Katherine wondered how she’d managed to do it again. For years she had kept her relationships very casual and very, very vanilla. It had only been very recently that she had felt able to venture into a relationship again with a strong, dominant male. To try and find the kind of man who could take control in the bedroom the way she knew that she needed, the kind she had been unconsciously looking for, she now realized, when she had married Raymond all those years ago. She had met Harper through a mutual friend and the two of them had quickly hit it off. She had thought maybe he was the man for her. And now this. Why was it she could never find a man to satisfy her? Instead, she ended up with men who only cared about themselves and their own selfish desires. Where was the man who could give her what she needed? A face drifted across her thoughts, but she quickly shoved it aside. No, that had ended a long time ago. If it had ever really begun. She had moved on. And she was sure he had, too. It was too late for them.
