by Dae, Natalie
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, right?”
“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 damn 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 cab 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 cab drew up to the curb and Dan leaned into the driver’s open window, the curve of his ass 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 leaned 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 cab, 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?”
“God 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 outward 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 his hips bucked. 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 shaft 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 his hands clenched into fists, his wrist veins prominent. Breath still held, he splayed his toes. Pre-cum drizzled, dripping onto his stomach. The overhead light rendered it an opal, a liquid jewel that 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 pliant.
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, and for a moment she felt awful.
“Okay?” she asked, just to make sure.
He nodded. “More.”
His tongue slid 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 on hers.
She fondled her nipples, fingertips soft against their rigidity, and a shot of desire zipped to her core. Dampness lubricated her folds and she pushed away the urge to dip her fingers inside and circle her nub. 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 tantalize him, and he turned his head. Opening a drawer, she reached inside and curled her fingers around a slim phallus 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 hair. She took her time unscrewing the lube, squeezing a droplet onto the phallus and tossing the tube aside. With languid strokes she smoothed the liquid—up, down, up—and imagined Dan’s cock in her hand. Phallus ready, she slid it between his ass 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 phallus 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 phallus. 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 phallus, 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 phallus 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, 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 folds 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 toward her cunt. Her fingertips glided over her inner thighs and she itched to touch herself. His cock tapped her ass, 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 leaned 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 backward from Kat and his cock, hot and ready, slid up her ass cleft. The abrasion on his sensitive shaft 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 ass, she scooted backward 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. His hand moved to his face, lingering 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 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 her other hand snaked 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 ass and he shunted forward, a whoomph of surprise gusting out of him. He hung his head, arched his spine, then relaxed. She smacked his ass 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 was so 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, savored the taste of pre-cum and guided his shaft deeper. His tongue probed her wet folds and she sucked upward on a moan. He caught her clit between his lips and sucked; she sucked and god, she wanted to come. With frantic movements, her head bobbed up and down, tongue flat against him. Hi
s tip butted her throat, the shaft widening, his vein pulsing. Kat sucked up and licked the head, swirling the tip of her tongue around the rim of his cock. 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.
Ah fuck! The feel of him slowly filling her spurred on her orgasm and she rode him hard. He brought his hands up to fondle and pinch her nipples, and the sensations intensified her speed and need for release. His hips rose a little and she pressed her clit against his lower abdomen, the friction aiding her chase for the ultimate pleasure. Her sheath squeezed him and tingles grew in her clit, spreading through her folds and spiraling inside her.
Dan panted, grunted and pinched, pulled her nipples. “Kat. Fuck, I’m—”
She was there, desire roiling. She hissed through her teeth, hiked in a sharp breath and rested her hands on his chest for better leverage. His cock throbbed and she fucked him quickly. Her elated cry joined his and he glided his hands over her breasts, gripping her waist and pushing her down onto him. His body shuddered and he closed his eyes, lips slightly parted. Kat slowed, aftershocks buzzing her clit, her labia. When they stilled, she leaned forward, offering him her mouth. He ran his tongue over her lips, dipping it inside to touch hers. Their kiss deepened and his hands, so gentle, roamed her back and buttocks.
She didn’t want to move. Wanted his cock inside her forever. Love for him surged and she broke the kiss to pepper more on his eyelids, his cheeks, his salty neck, fully sated for the first time in her life.
* * * * *
Kat woke and squinted. The early morning sun streamed through the window, the light hurting her eyes, and she turned her head to look at Dan. He slept on, lips slightly parted, long lashes almost touching his cheeks. God, she loved everything about him. Who would have thought he shared the same tastes as her in the bedroom? Never would she have guessed it by his demeanor at work. He came across as almost shy, although she knew different from her time spent chatting with him. Amazing, really, that they had been drawn to one another from the start and both had secret fantasies about the same thing.
