“That’s it, Andrew. Fuck me. You’re so good. I love feeling you inside me.”
That did it. Before either could utter a warning, they both came. Spasms rocked their bodies, and muffled shouts and moans escaped their mouths. His cum shot like it was aiming for the moon. Her pussy squeezed his penis again and again. He felt as if his heart had lodged in his throat. It was a long, magnificent climax. Unbelievable. He’d known it would be. Up until this point, every moment had carried both of them higher and higher. And now they were way over the top.
Andrew held Kati close. Her body was wet with perspiration, and her sex hole was dripping. He’d experienced his most amazing orgasm ever. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Remembering what he had said about women blurting, ‘I love you’, he realised the words were on his lips and in his heart.
“Spectacular,” he whispered in her ear, instead.
Do I love her? Does she love me?
She kissed him on the neck. “Yes,” she said. “It was spectacular.” Kati hugged him tightly.
Was she thinking love the same as him? She didn’t say it.
Was he glad? Or was he sorry? It might be nice to hear those words one day. But perhaps in a different setting, under other circumstances, a person would trust them more.
* * * *
The night with Andrew was so wonderful, Kati longed for a hundred more. They’d both had to get up Monday morning and go to work, but just waking up side-by-side was amazing. Looking into his blue eyes while he fondled her breasts, touching his penis and finding it erect again. They’d showered together after their lovemaking the night before and drifted off in bed but roused in the middle of the night and fucked another time.
Regretfully, they’d awakened too late for thirds this morning. Andrew made the first move towards rising. He had an early meeting and had to leave before Kati did. She followed him to the door. His goodbye kiss was deep and lingering.
“See you tonight?” he asked.
Did he mean he wanted her to stay again? Or was he talking about a date? Her heart raced.
Suddenly, Andrew folded her into his arms. “I hate to leave,” he said. “I like having you here.” He held her away from him and gazed into her eyes. “Would you like to move in? I mean…uh…shall we give us a try and see how we like living together?”
She’d managed to simply say, “I’d love that,” and not jump up and click her heels until after he’d gone.
An important goal met! She hadn’t tricked him or done anything like Tara had sometimes hinted. He’d asked her to live with him of his own accord. He still hadn’t said he loved her, and it was pretty clear he’d invited her on a trial basis. But still…
“Be happy with what you have,” Tara reminded her when she phoned to tell her the news. “Enjoy today and quit asking for so much.”
Kati was happier than she’d believed possible. Tara was right. Love and marriage could wait. But she wasn’t giving up on them.
* * * *
That night after work, the dream began, going home to Andrew at his house. First, she made a stop at her apartment and eagerly packed enough things to last for a few days, or so she hoped. It would take some planning and time to figure out everything. Right now, she couldn’t wait to get back to her new live-in-lover.
Do I ring the bell? Or walk in like I belong here? Before Kati could decide, the door flew open and there stood Andrew ‘wearing’ a towel. “Welcome home.”
She laughed in delight. At least, he wasn’t regretting his invitation, yet. She walked in and set down her luggage and was welcomed with a hug as he pushed the door shut behind her with his foot. “It’s getting nippy out there,” she said, gingerly touching his face with her cold hands.
He took them between his and rubbed her fingers. “You need gloves.” Andrew blew his warm breath on her palms.
She shivered but not from the cold. “Careful. You’re turning me on,” she warned.
“Then I’d better quit. I have dinner ready. First, I’ll take this.” He leant over to pick up her suitcase, confirming what she suspected. He was naked under the black terry cloth fastened around his waist.
“You did that on purpose,” Kati accused.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She laughed as he headed for the stairs and his bedroom.
“Aren’t you coming?” he asked.
She shrugged off her coat and hung it in the entryway closet. “That’s not a good idea if you want to eat…wait a minute. You said you fixed dinner?”
He’d disappeared around the landing, so Kati followed, her curiosity aroused on more than one level.
She gasped when she stepped inside the bedroom. The curtains were drawn, and flickering candles gave off both light and a cloying scent. Rose petals were scattered on the turned back bedspread, and a low table was set on the floor. Andrew took two pillows off the bed and laid them next to it, side-by-side. A bottle of champagne and two stemmed glasses stood waiting. He handed her a towel. “We can’t have you overdressed. Don a toga like mine, have a seat, and we’ll drink to our new living arrangement.”
“You are so romantic.” She caressed his cheek.
“Don’t be too impressed,” he said, popping the cork. “Dinner isn’t nearly so splendid.”
While Kati changed, Andrew went down to the kitchen. He returned with a McDonald’s sack, and Kati started giggling and couldn’t stop.
“All those champagne bubbles must be tickling your throat,” he said. When she continued to giggle, he added, “It looks like it’s up to me to get them out.” He pressed his lips to hers and slipped his tongue into her mouth.
That did it. She met his kiss passionately.
“Keep that up,” he said, “and your Big Mac will get cold.”
“You have a microwave. And I’ll bet your Big Andy is hot.”
“You are so right. And always ready.” Smiling, Andrew gently pushed her down to the floor. He lay on top and rested his elbows on either side of her head. “My good buddy, Bob, stopped by the office today, and I told him you were moving in. A little while later, he came back, dropped these on my desk, saying…” Andrew snaked a hand under the table and pulled out something. “Saying, ‘Don’t let her get away’. Are you game?”
“Handcuffs?” A strange feeling shot through Kati. A tiny bit fearful. A little excited. “You mean…”
“Yep.” Andrew pushed her arms over her head and rose on his knees. He snapped on one cuff then looped the two foot long chain around a leg of the bed before securing her other wrist. “I thought we’d have some fun with these.”
“Are you sure that’s what Bob meant?” Kati’s anxiety level rose.
“I’m sure it isn’t,” he said as he donned a condom. “But you are now my prisoner, Kati Johnson. And I can do anything and everything I want without you stopping me.” He removed her towel and dipped his tongue in her navel.
It tickled in an erotic manner she hadn’t experienced before. As he swirled it around, she began to tremble. She trusted Andrew completely, but still, the fear of the unknown and that of helplessness were producing strong emotions.
She couldn’t bring her arms down. Her heart beat crazily as Andrew circled her nipples next. Ohmigod. The sensation resonated all the way down to her clit. He traced a path up from her breasts to lave her neck with his tongue. She always got chills when he touched her there, and she shrugged her shoulders, trying to make him stop.
Andrew moved to her pussy next, thrusting his tongue in and out. Kissing her clit and then sucking it. Kati was wet, writhing and overwrought when he began teasing her mouth with his penis. He would thrust in the head only to take it away when she began to suck. He couldn’t seem to break away from the pleasure her lips and tongue afforded him. He was breathing hard when he eased her close enough to the bed so he could turn her over onto her stomach.
“What…”
“Relax, sweetheart. You’re always game for anything and turn
ed on by something new. Right?”
He massaged her shoulders, and she sagged a bit. She was overly tense. “I guess.”
“Just think ‘I’m at Andrew’s mercy, and I want whatever he wants to give me’. Okay? Repeat what I just said.”
“I’m at Andrew’s mercy and I want whatever he gives me.”
“That’s good. Now, doesn’t your sweet pussy quiver when you wonder what’s going to happen next? Don’t your nipples and clit harden with desire and anticipation?”
Kati moaned. His words were creating those exact sensations. And to think I once had to force him to seduce me.
“I thought so,” he said, nuzzling her back as he tested her pussy with a finger crooked inside. “You are hot. What if I wanted to enter your hidey hole?” He poked a finger in her rectum, and she gasped. “Would you like that?”
It hurt a little. However… He plunged his penis inside her pussy with his finger still in her anus, and she wiggled, allowing both to delve deeper. It was a definite turn-on.
Andrew withdrew his rigid cock and inserted another finger, stretching the membrane inside her rectum.
Kati uttered a faint moan, and when he plunged inside her pussy again, twisting his digits inside her asshole, she cried out.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?” he murmured, repeating the motions.
Her pussy was dripping, and her heart pounded crazily. She thrashed about, and the handcuffs chafed her wrists.
“How would you like to feel my cock inside your hidey hole, Kati?”
His words were like a torch to tinder. She knew it would hurt, but she was hot for whatever Andrew wanted to do to her.
“Answer me, Kati.” He removed his fingers and pushed the head against her opening.
“I…we can try it,” she whispered.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised, pushing the crown just inside.
Kati whimpered, but she met his thrust with an encouraging movement of her own.
“That’s my girl. You’re going to love this. It just takes a moment.” He pushed deeper in slow, deliberate increments.
Kati’s clit was so hard, she felt like it would burst, and the pain inside her rectum was strong and insistent. “I don’t know if I can take—”
Andrew plunged his cock inside her, and she screamed. But once he’d passed a particular place, she bucked against him, shoving it deeper. “You were right,” she panted. “It’s good. So good.”
He found her clit and rubbed it while fucking her ass fast and hard.
“Andrew. Ohhh,” she screamed.
He stopped everything. “Want me to quit?”
“No. God, no. Give it to me.”
His cock was slick, and he’d begun breathing hard again. Sweat dripped off his forehead onto her neck. “Damned right, I will.”
He jammed his cock up her ass and squeezed her clitoris. She was helpless, and that sent her higher, just knowing she couldn’t stop him if she wanted.
Anthony’s guttural cries and Kati’s screams melded in a release of sexual ecstasy. He collapsed on top of her, raining gasping kisses on her neck and shoulders.
Kati’s body continued to convulse, but a smile as big as the sun reached from her lips to her heart. God, I love this man.
Do you? a little voice asked. Or is it just the way he gets you off?
Chapter Five
All Kati thought about the next day was going home to Andrew. He offered everything a woman could want. Last night, they’d eaten warmed up Mickey D’s food, and it had tasted delicious. The following evenings were different kinds of fun, but they both knew they’d use the handcuffs again. Maybe next time she’d put them on him.
Kati’s bubble of joy burst three days before Christmas when Andrew called her cell at work.
“Bad news, honey. I have to fly to Chicago. I’ll be gone a couple of days. I’m on my way home to pack now.”
“But what about Christmas?” she asked, clutching the edge of the cosmetic counter.
“I’ll be home in time. But it could be as late as the day before. I’m stopping at a tree lot right now and will pick one out and put it in a stand before I go. It’s okay if you decorate without me. If you don’t mind, it would probably be best. I…Kati…I’ll miss you.”
For a second, she’d thought Andrew was going to say I love you. He did sound really sorry about having to leave. She’d looked forward to their trimming the tree together. But there was no choice. Neither of them would want to spend their first Christmas Eve together decorating.
Decorating. This was the perfect opportunity for her to prepare her surprise. Why didn’t she realise that right away?
Her packages had arrived at her apartment, and she went over to get them when she left work. First, she loaded her ornaments and lights in the car, then her two settings of Spode and lastly the crackers, sex novelties and her menu and recipes. After that, she went to Tara’s and gave her the news. Tara offered to come over the next evening and help put the prizes in the crackers.
Andrew’s home didn’t feel right without him, but as soon as Kati walked through the front door, she smelled the pine tree. And it was perfect—tall, full and well-shaped. She loved it. The minute she took off her coat, she started hanging ornaments.
He’d left a note on their bed. And mistletoe on the headboard. ‘It’s an old British tradition that each time you kiss under this bit of greenery, you remove a berry.’ She looked up and saw there were three. ‘You’ll note there’s another sprig on the footboard.’ She checked, and there were three more. ‘Guess where these kisses are going.’ Kati’s pussy puckered, and she smiled in anticipation. ‘P.S. I couldn’t find mistletoe with any more berries, but we won’t let that stop us.’
* * * *
Tara came over the following evening and helped, as promised. She and Kati laughed a lot as they put the raunchy prizes inside the party favours.
“You’ll never get off your back if he uses all these,” Tara said.
“Oh yes, I will. I’ll be on top for some.”
The doorbell rang, and Kati ran, hoping Andrew had come back early to surprise her. Skidding to a stop on the throw rug inside the door, she was hesitant to open it. If it were Andrew, her surprise would be spoilt. Since it was obvious to whomever it was that someone was home with all the lights on, she answered.
“Hello,” a man in a Santa Claus suit said. “I’m looking for Andrew.”
Kati laughed. “You must have heard he’s been a good boy and come to bring him a gift.”
The guy had a nice chuckle. “I’m Bob, a friend of his.”
Santa Claus Bob. I should thank him for the handcuffs. She bit back a grin.
“Sorry, but I didn’t think about how I was dressed.” His face was red from either cold or embarrassment. “I’m the jolly old fellow at Bright’s Department Store. It seems I’ve seen you before.”
“Kati. I work in cosmetics. Glad to meet you, Bob.”
“I’ve heard about you,” he said.
She expected him to go ‘Ho, ho, ho’. But he just grinned.
“Likewise. Andrew is in Chicago. But do come in and have something to drink. My friend Tara and I are having Chablis.”
Bob helped with the favours while imbibing with them and laughing a lot. Kati confessed what she was up to and made him promise not to tell. He and Tara really hit it off, and he asked her if she’d like to go out the next night. She had to go to work at eleven and he had to work until nine, but she invited him over to her place. Good. Now Kati didn’t need to feel so guilty about staying with Andrew. And with luck, the two would get together on Christmas Eve when Tara was off, or spend the day together before her shift began on the night of the 25th.
* * * *
Kati had set the goose to soaking in brine in a big pot she found in Andrew’s kitchen. She’d gagged while taking out the entrails but made it through the process. Tomorrow, she’d stuff fruit inside its cavity and do the other things directed in the recipe.
Br
ussels sprouts in butter sauce lay in the freezer alongside mashed potatoes. She’d bought jellied cranberry sauce in a can and ready-to-bake rolls. Following Tara’s advice, she’d taken the easy way except for the goose and Christmas Pudding. She’d have preferred to make all the dishes herself so they’d be authentic, but Tara insisted she not get in over her head. And Kati admitted she’d been right.
She lined up the twenty-one ingredients for the dessert on the kitchen counter and sighed. It had been tough figuring out where to find beef suet. And stoned raisins? Did that mean they were drunk? She’d been too embarrassed to ask at the supermarket. Brandy went into the recipe anyway, so let the raisins soak that up. She’d bought regular ones. Same with Barbados sugar. What in the hell did it matter where sugar came from? She should have done her grocery shopping on the internet.
Andrew had phoned her every night, and he was finishing work this morning and coming in on an afternoon flight. He’d be home by suppertime. “I can’t wait to see you, Kati,” he’d said, and she’d hugged those words to her heart.
She had mulled wine and biscuits ready for his arrival. And she’d ordered those oysters on the half shell again. Whether or not they were an aphrodisiac when digested, their slippery feel as they slid over the tongue and down the throat was suggestive. Kati smiled at the thought of Andrew’s cock coasting across her tongue.
They were dining light tonight because she still had so much to prepare. Anyway, food wasn’t foremost on the late evening menu. They had better things to think about and do.
Dinner was eaten midday on Christmas in England, so Kati had to prepare everything possible in advance in order to have the meal ready on time. Thank heaven, Christmas Pudding could be made ahead. That would be one thing out of the way. Looking at the recipe again, she thought it might take half the night to fix. She’d never dreamed any one dish could consist of so many ingredients.
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