by Christa Wick
Moaning, Katelyn wiggled her hips.
"Does pet have an achy little pussy?"
When she bit at her lip but didn't answer, he laughed and dropped his lips to one swollen nipple to soothe away any remaining pain. He sucked the bud into his mouth, warming and moistening it as his fingers explored her cunt. Her muscled thighs pressed against his wrist and lower hand, her strength like a vise. He let his moan go, sent it vibrating across her breast as he made short curling strokes just inside her entrance.
When he had her so close to coming that her hips lifted off the bed, he pulled out. Capturing her head with his other hand, he kept her from turning away. "Communication is everything, pet. It keeps you safe and pleasured until I can learn to completely read your body's reaction."
Her eyes grew wider as he finished then narrowed in a heartbeat. She didn't like the idea of him getting inside her head. Smiling softly at Katelyn, Griffin moved back up the bed until his chest was over hers. Shifting his weight for a second, he retrieved the restraints from the floor and placed them next to her opposite hip.
She stiffened immediately, her body and gaze turning inward. Griffin shook his head. His hands returned to her face to lightly hold her in place as he spoke to her. "No retreating, Katelyn."
Knowing he would need a little extra leverage to get the restraints on Katelyn, Griffin had been stingy with his kisses in their earlier sessions. She'd been visibly frustrated by his refusals. Hands still cupping her face, he brushed the side of his mouth against hers. "I'm going to cuff you, pet."
He switched sides, his chest tightening with pleasure when her lips tracked his. She wanted his kisses as much as she wanted his fingers and cock stroking inside her. He teased the corner of her mouth, flesh ghosting flesh until she mewled softly in her frustration. His tongue traced the seam of her lips as his hand moved down to the juncture of her thighs. Her lips parted as her hips pressed up, her mound meeting his palm as he cupped and squeezed the plumped labia through the leather gusset.
He kissed her, his fingers mimicking his tongue with a slow curling inside her moist depths. Moaning, she lifted her arms as if she would wrap them around his shoulders. He stopped, breaking the kiss as he warned her.
"Down, pet."
"Grif-fin!" She panted between syllables, her hips rolling frustrated circles.
He rubbed his cheek against hers. There was a time to be stern, this wasn't it. She had to learn the heights of ecstasy he could bring her to once she obeyed, then these little flashes of obstinacy could be handled more firmly. "You want my kisses, pet?"
"Yes…"
Her breathless admission surprised him. He almost kissed her, caught himself before he could relent. He squeezed her pussy instead, her body bucking once beneath his touch. He stared into her hazel eyes when he spoke again. "You want my cock in you."
"Yes." Her cheeks burned red when she answered and he saw tears pooling along the surface of her eyes.
He brushed his lips across hers, still holding her gaze. "You want me kissing you and fucking you with my cock when I let this pretty little pussy of yours come."
Katelyn's eyes rolled back in her head, her whole torso straining toward him even as she meekly brought her hands down near her hips, her left wrist brushing against the restraints.
He watched a stray tear roll from the outer corner of her eye to her temple.
"Beautiful, pet." He kissed the tear away then moved down her legs and spread her thighs apart. Filling the space, he took the cuffs and fastened them around her wrists. Reaching into one pocket of his silk bottoms, he removed a carabiner and hooked the right cuff to the metal hip ring on the right side of her leather suit. He repeated on the left side so that both of her hands were restrained at hip level.
Detaching the broad strip of leather between her legs, Griffin exposed her pussy. "Spread them open for me, Katelyn."
She struggled inside the restraints until her fingers were angled and, once extended, could pull back her labia. Her hands shook as she pinched the thick lips apart for his inspection.
"Oh, yes." He breathed the words out, mesmerized as much by her submission as the beautifully splayed folds of her sex. "Pet definitely has an achy little pussy."
He lowered his body until he was scrunched down, his face only a few inches from Katelyn's cunt. "Bright red, drenched and…"
His tongue snaked out. Katelyn's body levitated for a heartbeat when it touched her pulsing clit.
"Sensitive," he finished with a soft laugh. He traced the rim of muscle guarding her cunt with a wet fingertip. She squirmed, the muscles irising like a lens, snapping shut when his finger traced down one side, relaxing when he traced up the other.
Sitting up, he slowly ran a fingertip from the top of her clit down to the hood, teasing the stiff pearl inside with a leisurely grinding circle before he pulled his hand away. "Stroke yourself, Katelyn. For me."
Her eyes pleaded with him to retract the command. Moving off the bed, he shook his head. "The more obedient you are, the quicker I'll reward you, pet."
She started with slow, long strokes that made his cock throb at the end of each swipe. Reaching back into his pockets, he pulled out two ribbons of black silk. Seeing her hesitate, he warned her, his voice growing stern. "Don't stop, Katelyn."
Another stroke had her biting hard on her bottom lip. He took one slim ankle and looped a ribbon around it before securing the fabric to the bedpost. Her hips were dancing little circles by the time he tied the second loop in place, the ankle restraints completely forgotten.
Climbing back onto the bed, he eased her fingers aside. "My turn, pet."
"Yes, please…"
He closed his eyes for a second, overwhelmed by the need in her voice. He couldn't remember a time his chest felt so tight -- or his balls. He lowered his mouth to the sweet, dancing, throbbing clit, the skin pulling tight with each pulse of blood through the engorged flesh. When he gently put his lips to it, Katelyn cried out, her hips twitching as she hovered at the precipice of her release.
He looked over her mound, across the length of her clenched stomach and the lush, heaving breasts to see her staring glassy-eyed at the ceiling.
"Oh, pet," he whispered, almost as lost as the woman trembling and straining beneath him. "Are you waiting for permission?"
"Yes!"
Her choked, breathless admission had him ready to come with her and he hadn't even slipped inside her tight, grasping pussy. He moved up the bed, his hands swapping places to push his pajama bottoms far enough down his hips while one hand continued to tease her cunt.
Fishing one last object from his pocket, he brought a condom wrapper up and ripped the foil with his teeth. With his cock sheathed, his fingers returned to toying inside her. He took whisper softs strokes designed to keep her right at the edge, forcing her to continue withholding her own climax.
"Please," she whispered desperately.
"Not yet, pet, my cock isn't in you."
Her hips lifted and pushed, little dips forcing her mound to rub up and down his shaft. He increased the pressure inside her, his fingers cupping a spongy mass of tissue just inside her entrance until she calmed, her climax still unreleased. The air moved in and out of her in shuddering moans, her body otherwise tight and motionless.
Griffin withdrew his fingers and pressed down on her mound. "Plant that sweet ass on the bed, Katelyn."
When she relented, he massaged her thighs one at a time so their forced position wouldn't cause her to cramp. When her breathing evened, he covered her with his body again, his weight off her as he leaned on one arm. His free hand pushed his cock down, sweeping the fat head along her clit before teasing the hole.
He wedged the tip against her opening. Finding her moist and receptive, he pushed forward. His chest dragged along her nipples as he sank all the way in, making her whimper with need. Tomorrow he would clamp those sensitive little buds, elevating her to a new level of ecstasy.
He brushed the hair from her face then
trapped her head between his hands. Beautiful, but she probably didn't think so. Or she tried to hide it, not wanting the attention. He stroked her high cheek bones with his thumb, his cock gently savoring the contours of her pussy. His chest pressing down on her swollen breasts, he kissed her again. He took her mouth slowly, studying what pleased her most. Her hands, restrained, framed his hips when he softly bit at her bottom lip. When his tongue curled between her top lip and teeth, her nails dug into his sides and her pussy squeezed tighter. He repeated the curling lick, his cock slowly dragging backwards at the same time to hook just inside her gate.
Her thighs flexed, her legs spread too far apart to control him from slipping out if he wanted to. He didn't want to, never wanted to leave her sweet, clutching depths unless it was to have her mouth sucking him or to savor the rich taste of her on his tongue. He groaned and broke the kiss to nuzzle her throat.
The sensations she evoked made him uncomfortable. Surrendering to her soft pleas and moans would be too easy. He hadn't meant to introduce the restraints so early -- if at all. A part of him knew, once he had them on her, he would want more than the week she had agreed to. But seeing her in his bed, masturbating hands free and taunting him with it, he'd lost control. Just like he'd lost control in the limo and moved too quickly.
Hell, he'd almost lost control seeing her on the other side of his gate, the bruises and scrapes evident. Only that time he'd wanted to pull her into his arms and keep her safe until he could find the bastard that injured her and beat the man to a bloody pulp.
Now, less than forty-eight hours after meeting her in the flesh, he didn't want to let her go.
"Please," Katelyn whispered, her sheath tugging and rolling the length of his cock. He'd stopped moving, overwhelmed by the sensations holding her brought. She begged him to continue with soft moans and the insistent throb of her slick cunt around and all along his dick.
She squeezed and a shuddering groan left him.
She rubbed her chin across the crown of his head. "Kiss me, Montgomery."
Another squeeze of her pussy and he was certain his heart had stopped beating. Her sheath jerked up, ripping another moan from him. He seized her mouth, his thumbs prying at the corners to slide inside and hold her immobile as he ravaged the wet cavern with his tongue and teeth. His strokes inside her cunt roughened, her body responding with quick rolling contractions that milked his length.
His thumbs serving as bits, Katelyn couldn't speak, couldn't tempt him into losing further control with pleas to free her hands or untie her legs. Her soft moans and exquisite flesh were temptation enough -- for one wild second, he wanted her wrapped around him. Not just the tight, sweet pussy sucking at his cock, but her arms and legs, too.
Her hips lifted off the bed, her cunt meeting his hard strokes with her own desperate slaps. Sensing both of their bodies were at the edge of release, Griffin slid one hand down to her throat, the other knotting in her hair to hold her head immobile as he continued to claim her sweet mouth. His thumb stroked the underside of her chin as his fingers forcefully massaged the side of her neck.
Unable to hold back any longer, Katelyn's release shook her body. Her bound limbs twitched and jerked as her cunt swallowed Griffin deep and held him. Cum pulsed from him, his cock throbbing and engorged with blood from how tightly she squeezed.
"Yes, pet." He breathed the words into her mouth before kissing her again, his teeth pulling her bottom lip taut as another spasm twitched through his cock and she contracted around him.
Too good. Too god damn good.
He grabbed her hips, holding her down until the contractions running through her cunt dulled to a gentle flutter. He pulled out, his hand coming up to drape a thick lock of her hair over her eyes.
"Griffin?"
"Quiet!" he commanded, his voice as raw as his emotions. Seeing her flinch, he softened his tone. "Don't say another word until I'm gone."
He released her legs, his hands massaging the tired thighs and calves in complete silence until the muscles relaxed. Stooping to lightly kiss her mound, he released her left hand next, checking the fingertips for blood flow. He placed her hand along her hip, warning her against trying to lift the veil of hair. "Don't move it."
Katelyn was shaking again. He knew why. She didn't want him to leave. He didn't want to, but he had to. She couldn't see him like this. Either she wouldn't trust him to stay in control and keep her safe, or she would think she owned him.
Releasing Katelyn's other hand, his lips once again grazing the gentle swell of her pussy, the thought struck him center of his chest.
Maybe she does.
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Katelyn listened to the rustle of bedclothes and pajama bottoms as Griffin got off the bed, dressed quickly and left the room. She stayed motionless even after the door clicked shut behind him. If she kept the hair across her eyes, she could pretend he had remained in the room and stood silently watching her.
She sucked at her bottom lip, intent that it would not quiver from the emotion running through her. Sucking turned to biting. He had shut his desire off and walked out -- again! She couldn't count on him to stay, wouldn't be so stupid as to ask him another time.
Her mouth relaxing, she pulled the hair from her face. Her brow furrowed, scoring a silent vow to put a stop to all her stupidity where Griffin Montgomery was concerned. She wouldn't leave, but she would only stay the week, exploring this unexpected part of her he had awoken. She would learn to turn the feeling on and off as he did and then she would be done with Griffin and men like him forever.
She snorted. Like she even had the option to extend this foolishness beyond a week. A week was all he wanted. She'd read enough tabloids in researching him for the job interview to understand a few things about Montgomery. His home and furniture stayed constant -- his toys, whether flesh or mechanical, changed constantly. As much as she didn't want to be a toy, she sure as fuck wasn't his furniture, so the kiss-off from him would come at the contract's end or she'd leave on her own.
A twinge of something popped into her mind.
What if he really wanted something longer?
Katelyn shook her head, kept shaking it as her anger built. She wouldn't give him any more time than the contract called for. The man was a master manipulator. He had lied to her from the start of their first meeting outside the courtyard of his building. He had pretended not to know exactly who she was, merely inquired if she was his late appointment.
And the job! She growled, realizing the interview request had been a giant ruse. He'd intended only one position for her from the start -- on her back, pussy exposed with her legs tied off.
Rolling off the bed, she went into the bathroom and started the shower. Letting the water heat, she stripped the outfit away, her nose crinkling at the thought of how to wash such a thing. Stepping beneath the blast of hot water, she rolled her shoulders and wondered if the closet held running shoes and something suitable for working out in or if it was all short dresses and high heels.
Lifting her right leg, she rolled the ankle in a circle. A quick healer, the joint was stiff but nothing more. The ice in the limo and at home had done the trick. Putting her foot down, she turned and tilted her head back, letting the hot water beat against her face. Blindly, she reached for the soap and began to lather her body.
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Inside his office, Griffin paced, stopping each time he reached his desk to check the estate's cameras. He'd watched Katelyn leave the main house in the running shoes and track suit he had left in the closet for her.
The estate sat on fifty acres but backed a nature preserve owned by one of his foundations for a real total of one-hundred-sixty acres. The cameras covered only the front quarter containing the drive, main house, boat house and guest house. The entire perimeter was fenced, a trail cleared alongside it for his weekend runs. He knew she had completed two circuits, watched her start her third as she passed the boathouse.
Even if she had sl
owed her pace, she should have completed the circuit already. Yet she hadn't passed where the trail bordered the guest house. Had she gone off the trail? His chest tightened at the thought. The other three-quarters were mostly wooded pine. One-hundred-twenty acres of tall trees was more than sufficient for Katelyn to get lost in. Hell, he'd done it himself when he was thirteen.
"Damn it!" he decided with a growl, pocketing his cellphone and jogging to the garage. Impatiently waving Philip out of his way, he mounted one of two quadrunners, checked its fuel level and pulled out of the garage. Tearing up the manicured lawn, he drove the beast straight to where the trail ran next to the guest house.
He followed the trail all the way to its far end, where he found Katelyn sitting in the middle of the path, her head buried in her hands. Hearing the approaching ATV, she looked up. Blood covered her left hand.
His heart stopped even as he accelerated the quadrunner.
Let it be just her hand.
A foolish hope, he knew. Katelyn wasn't the type to sit helplessly for a good twenty minutes because of a cut on her hand. He stopped the vehicle a few feet from her, jumped off and ignored her attempt to motion him back.
"I'm okay--"
"The fuck you are." He dropped to one knee next to her, gently examining her bloody hand.
"It's my head," she whispered, refusing to look at him.
"What happened?" Griffin barked the question out, his harsh tone making her wince.
She threw her arms around her legs and rested her chin on her knee, her expression turning to stone. Knowing she didn't need him barking at her again, Griffin took a deep breath to calm his racing heart and the rush of adrenaline from finding her injured. He gave her a few seconds to recover her composure while he gently explored the left side of her head. He discovered a thin gash and raised bump where the blood was thickest.
