He kissed her hard, and her lips parted to accept his tongue. She could taste the salt of her tears on him. It felt like the kisses she had imagined when she dreamed of being conquered and claimed, and she yielded to it eagerly. She twisted her body, rubbing her breasts against the hair on his chest. She felt his cock stir. She knew what she wanted to do.
The moment his lips parted from her and his grip loosened, she slipped down to the floor. She wanted to finish what she had started before and have his cock in her mouth again. But she’d learned from before. She leaned in close enough to kiss it and asked, “May I, Sir?”
He picked the strawberry-flavored condom and handed it to her. “Yes.”
She ripped open the package and slid it over his hardening cock. It was still sticky from him coming inside the condom. She wanted to lick it clean, but she resisted, covering it with the protective rubber instead. Then she took him into her mouth, inhaling the scent of strawberry and the sweet taste. He still wasn’t at his full length, and she could get him all the way in with difficulty, although the tip of him tickled her gag reflex. She cradled his heavy sac in her hand and slid her finger underneath.
He swelled inside her and hardened further until she was forced back to avoid choking. She slid him in and out of her mouth, squeezing her lips around his cock. She didn’t know if she was giving him enough friction through the condom or not, but judging from his sharp intake of breath, she decided she was. She put her fist around the part of him she couldn’t get in her mouth and pumped, looking up at him to watch his reaction.
He moaned and watched her. She enjoyed having his full attention. She let him slide almost all the way out and licked his tip. The strawberry flavoring was starting to fade, but that didn’t matter to her. What mattered was that she had his rapt attention. Assured of that, she took him in again as far as she could make him go, her hand moving in time with her head. She closed her eyes in concentration.
He ran his fingers through her hair. “If you keep at that, I’m likely to come, and then it’s going to be a while until I can fuck you.”
She loved the idea of his cock in her pussy but not as much as she wanted to push him over the edge. She wasn’t entirely sure she deserved to be fucked at this point. He, on the other hand, had definitely earned a blowjob, so she tightened her fist and sped up her motions, bobbing her head up and down on his cock as fast as she could go.
She felt him pulse, and then spurt so hard into the reservoir tip she could feel it against her tongue. She opened her eyes, admiring the long thickness of his cock, which managed to look manly even in a pink covering. She pulled on him, squeezing the last of his essence into the rubber sheath, and when there was no more coming, she pulled it off and tossed it in the wastebasket with the other.
“Did I do okay?” She thought she knew the answer, but she craved some reassurance.
“You did wonderfully. You’re staying the night, by the way, so I can screw you in the morning.”
“Oh!” She sighed. “That sounds lovely, actually.” She hadn’t realized how tired she was until that moment. The concert had been a total rush, but she’d put her all into it. She didn’t know how late it was now, but it had to be nearly three in the morning. “I hope we’re not getting up too early?”
“If we are, then we can go back to sleep.”
She grinned. “That works, Sir. Um…”
“Hmm?”
“Do you have a T-shirt I could borrow?” After seeing the look on his face, she figured she’d better explain. “I always sleep in oversized T-shirts.” Actually, she usually slept in a big Hello Kitty pajama nightshirt, but that was close enough.
He chuckled. “I have lots of T-shirts, all of which would be oversized on you, but you’re sleeping naked tonight. And every night you’re here.”
Every night? So he wasn’t fed up with her after all. Still, she wasn’t sure she could sleep without a T-shirt.
He took the unused condom packet and set it on the nightstand, and then stood and pulled back the covers. “In you go,” he said. She climbed up onto the bed to slip under the soft cool sheets. Then he moved in beside her and pulled her head from the pillow so it rested on her chest. He flicked the switch next to the bed, and the room went dark.
I definitely can’t sleep like this. But it sure is nice. She could hear his heartbeat, and the hair on his chest tickled her ear. She decided to stay there for a while, and maybe after he fell asleep, she’d move back to the pillow. It wouldn’t take long, not after coming twice, if she knew men. She listened to his breathing, enjoying the rise and fall of his chest, but he wasn’t asleep. She could feel his fingers moving in her hair still, which was very relaxing. It was a very comforting place to be, even naked.
She didn’t remember anything else until her eyes fluttered open to find a small sliver of daylight between the curtains.
Chapter Five
Brett watched Kat as she stirred against him. At the feel of her breasts shifting against his stomach, his cock twitched. She was a very sexy woman.
He wondered why she had felt constrained to lie about her experience with anal sex. To him being experienced was neither a turn-on or a turnoff. He didn’t get his kicks out of deflowering virgins, and he certainly didn’t think that a woman who’d done everything in the book was somehow damaged goods. But it did change his approach if he knew a woman he was with had never experienced anal sex before. It was the kind of thing any dom worth his salt would want to know.
It particularly irritated him because he very much enjoyed having Kat in his bed, and he didn’t ask women to sleep over just because they were a good lay. He felt something for her; he didn’t think it was a fanboy crush, even though he loved her music. There was something vulnerable about her that made him want to take care of her, made him want her to be more than just someone he played with. A friend, maybe. A lover? If only he could get past the lying. If she was only a play partner, he wouldn’t care as much—it’d be an obstacle to good play, but it’d be her problem, not his. She was only hurting herself. But he didn’t want to see her hurt. Her lying wasn’t the kind of thing he could punish in a fun, mutually pleasurable way—that would just reinforce it. If it continued, eventually he’d have to walk away, and he wasn’t ready for it to come to that.
She turned and looked up at him and in the process pulled away. She even grabbed a part of the sheet to hold around her breasts. Her modesty was so at odds with the woman who felt she had to pretend she’d had anal sex before.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning.” She smiled uncertainly. “How long have you been awake?”
“Just a few minutes. I like listening to you breathe.”
She looked pleased for a moment and then snorted and turned her head. “Yeah.”
“Katrina, you’re not onstage here. You don’t need to be a tough punk rocker with an attitude. And I see through it anyway.”
Her eyes flashed, and her nostrils flared. For a moment he thought she was going to snap at him angrily, but then her eyes narrowed. “You do, don’t you? Dammit.”
“It’s okay.”
“Next you’ll tell me that I’m safe here. That you’re safe.”
He grinned. “Oh, I’m very dangerous. But in a different way than what you mean, I think.”
When he first met her, she was putting on an act to get what she wanted out of sex. He suspected the lying about anal sex was something else: an attempt to be tough and invulnerable. The sheet was no doubt pulled up to protect that vulnerability too, although it made her look anything but tough. At his glance she pushed it away, displaying a very nice set of full breasts with rosy nipples that looked like they wanted to be sucked on. Gently, in her case, because he remembered she was extrasensitive.
“Lech,” she said, and her face softened.
He laughed. “Seems you’re not too bad at reading your partner either.” He grabbed the sheets and tossed them away from the bed, unveiling her. Before she could r
each for them, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. God, she tasted sweet. He inhaled. Her scent reminded him of raspberries and vanilla.
It was a second before she started responding, but when she did, it was more than satisfactory. Her lips pressed against his so hard his lips hurt with sweet pain, and her tongue thrust into his mouth. It was both lovemaking and a struggle for dominance, a struggle he was always going to win. He cupped her breast. He ran his thumb over the stiff nipple, making her moan. His cock ached. He wanted her now.
He rolled over, pinning her. She grabbed his ass in response, which was all he needed to know that she was a willing partner. It was a stretch to get the condom wrapper from the nightstand, but he snagged it and ripped it open.
She grinned up at him. “Fuck—”
He kissed her again to stop her from speaking. He had every intention of fucking her, but he wasn’t about to have her order him to do it. When he parted from her lips, he told her, “I’m in charge. And I’m going to fuck you.” Make love.
He squeezed the tip and then rolled the condom over his cock. Yes, he wanted to make love to her, but the way she’d kissed, he doubted soft and tender would be what she wanted. It wasn’t his preference anyway. What he wanted was a woman he could take hard and who would give as good as she got.
He positioned the head of his cock at her pussy, brushing the side of his hand against her clit in the process. She moaned and opened her legs wider, seemingly willing him not to wait. He was happy to oblige. He filled her with one thrust. She moaned.
He seized her wrists and held them against the bed, and she arched in response, letting him know he’d judged her mood correctly. Then, after a moment of acquiescence, she started pulling against him, trying to get her hands free. There was no chance of his grip faltering, even when he pulled her wrists together to hold in one hand.
Her nipples felt like diamonds against his chest, and his cock thrust easily into her warm wet pussy. He didn’t kiss her again right away; he wanted her to be able to use her safe word if she needed to. But when she ceased her struggle and started to rock her hips in time with his, grinding against him, he covered her mouth with his and tasted her deeply.
She shuddered, and her pussy quivered. He reached down and slid his finger across her clit. “Now, little kitty.”
She jerked her head to the side and screamed. Her body rippled against him, and her pussy squeezed him so hard he lost control. White-hot cum surged like molten lava through his cock and erupted in wave after wave of pleasure as he came hard. Two bouts the night before had done nothing to quell his appetite for her.
At last her shaking stopped, and he collapsed with her, spent. He shifted to the side slightly so his weight was not all on her.
“Please,” she said after a moment, and he stared at her with no idea what she needed. He was a good reader of women, especially submissive women, but he wasn’t psychic.
“Please let me hold you,” she managed. He hadn’t let go of her wrists. He didn’t right away now either, pulling her arms toward him at first before letting go. She squeezed him fiercely.
He held her back. “That was wonderful.”
She grinned. “I noticed that.” She reached down and peeled the condom off him, tossing it to an unused corner of the bed. Then she stroked his cock, which was still half-hard. Her hand was cool, and he twitched at her touch. “Mmm. Plenty for a girl to love.” He thought she was going to bring him to full hardness again, but she let go and looked thoughtful. “I can’t stay all day,” she murmured, and she didn’t look happy about it.
Her looking unhappy shouldn’t make him feel good, but in this case, it did. Staying all day was something he wanted her to want.
“Why?”
“Practice at noon. It’s in Bethesda in Cindy’s garage. And I need to eat first.”
“It’s only nine thirty now.”
“Perhaps we have a little time at that. May I use your shower?”
“Yes, of course. I’ll get you a fresh towel.” He grinned at her. “Want company?”
“I’d never get finished.”
He nodded. That was sensible. He’d always claimed to like sensible women.
“I’d really like to stay,” she said.
“You can come back tonight.”
She bit her lip. God, she looked sexy when she did that. “I think I’d like that.”
“Then it’s a must.” He got up to get the towel. He had a nice fluffy white one in mind for her. He didn’t often have women stay overnight. He couldn’t remember the last time he had one stay over for two nights in a row.
Kat giggled. “Nice ass.”
“Thanks.” He retrieved the towel from the linen closet in the hall outside the bedroom and then returned. Her gaze stayed below waist level, which was enough to make his cock stir. He handed her the towel and sat down next to her. “Bathroom’s right over there,” he said, pointing at the obvious door. “The water takes a minute to warm, so turn it on before you step in.”
She kissed him quickly on the cheek. “Thank you.” She got up and headed that way. Her hips swayed, doing nice things to the twin globes of her backside.
“Nice ass,” he said. He didn’t giggle like she had because there wasn’t anything funny about it. It made him want to fuck her again. Tonight, maybe.
She looked over her shoulder. “Lech,” she said again, but she was smiling. “Will you come to the concert tonight, or am I having Cindy drive me to your place after?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said, and he meant it. Hell, he’d have come back to hear her music even if he hadn’t been sleeping with her.
BRETT ENDED UP taking her out to lunch at a place on Connecticut Avenue that sold absolutely delicious wraps, and then drove her to Cindy’s. Kat hated being silent during the drive, but she had a lot to think about, both with her music and with Brett. She’d know more about the music when she saw how many people showed up to her concert that night. Hopefully there would be more gigs in other cities. Cindy said she had enough leave and flexibility to do that, but that would only be a concern if they were successful. And they had to cut a demo CD, and then more. Kat was excited about the direction the music had taken the night before, and she was eager to get to work.
How did that affect her and Brett? Angus had always traveled with her on tour, of course. Brett couldn’t do that, she imagined, although she wasn’t sure what he did for a living, whether it was just the corsets or he had something else. She could ask, but that would make her sound serious. I am serious. But I shouldn’t be, not this fast. And I certainly am not ready to let on. He’d think I was crazy or easy or both.
Maybe they’d have one of those relationships where they’d be lovers when she was in town. Devious Dave had a girl in practically every major city, it seemed. If they weren’t available when he was in town, he found someone new. Kat had envied Dave’s free-wheeling approach to sex, but it wasn’t her. She was okay with sex being casual, like in the clubs. She had given her relationship with Angus a good effort, she felt, and if he had been willing to work on his temper and his tendency to put her down, she would have kept at it, so serious worked okay too. It was the in-between state that made her uncomfortable, and that was what she had right now with Brett. No, she didn’t want him to be her boyfriend, her dom, only when she was in town.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Brett asked as he wound his way into Cindy’s subdivision.
“I was just thinking”— about the music, she’d been about to say, but she didn’t want to tell any more lies—“about all sorts of things. Including you. When I have it figured out, I’ll try to share, but things are moving pretty fast.”
He nodded. “Yes, they are. And thank you for telling me.” He pulled up at the curb in front of a split-level and put the car in park. “Have a good practice. I’ll see you tonight at the concert and after.” He bent over to kiss her. It was brief but sweet. Then he got out of the car.
She didn�
�t immediately understand why, so she started to get out herself. He was there with a hand to help her out. She laughed as she stepped to the sidewalk. “I’m fine,” she said. “But that’s sweet.”
“Well, I enjoy it. Next time, little kitty, let me get the door.”
Her heart sped up. The drive and lunch had been pleasant, but they’d lacked the erotic charge that came from his dominant ways. She’d only agreed to submit overnight, and he’d observed that boundary perhaps too well. “Yes, Sir,” she said, marveling that she could say the words and have them sound so natural.
“Good kitty.” He kissed her again. His approval and the way he expressed it made her tummy flutter.
She kissed back and then said, “See ya,” and ran for Cindy’s door. If she spent one more minute in his presence, he would be all she could think about, and she needed to concentrate on her music. Last evening’s improvisation was a total head rush, but this afternoon she and Cindy would have to polish it. She knew now they were not going to end up sounding very much like Kradle at all.
Cindy opened the door. “Bert called. Says he’s going to be three hours late. Girlfriend trouble.”
Kat shrugged. She had doubts he’d fit into the new sound anyway. “Good thing we know we can do without him, isn’t it?”
Cindy grinned. “You were on fire last night. I never heard anything like it.”
“We were on fire. I’ll give him a call and tell him he’s fired, so he doesn’t have to make the trip.”
Cindy nodded her approval and then said, “I have some ideas about how we can do what we did last night better. If that’s not stepping out of line.”
“Hell, we need all the ideas we can get.” Kat put her arm around Cindy. “Let’s go to the garage, and you can show me. We’re breaking new ground here.”
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