“I was in the neighborhood. Can I come up?” The smile and the pink cheeks that followed the question were also reasons why I banged her.
“I would enjoy that.” I pulled out my phone to call Alex and noticed he had already called me twice.
We stepped into the elevator and my cell lost all the bars, my signal lost. I put my key in and we traveled up to the top floor. I closed my eyes and Alex’s voice from last night talking about Cami came into my head. “That girl’s ass is like an onion…makes me want to cry.” I laughed in the back of my throat as his words twirled in my mind. Cami was the first out as we got to my floor, and I offered her a drink.
“Martini, right?” Her face brightened again, and I padded over to the bar and mixed the drink. I pulled out my phone again, but put it back in my pocket when I heard a noise coming from the playroom. The suite had three bedrooms; Alex had one, I had one, and the other we used for play.
Alex and I had been sharing the suite for the last few days, as well as sharing everything else. I brought Cami her martini and took a drink of my whiskey.
“Well, you might have to keep me company tonight. I think Alex has someone here already.” Her face fell in disappointment and I had to smile. She liked my friend; it was very obvious. I wondered if I was a conciliation because she was trying to make him happy, a pity fuck. I choked on my laugh—me, a pity fuck. First time for everything.
“Finish your drink and I’ll make you forget everything about Alex.” She tossed me a half-grin and tipped her glass back, finishing her drink before me. I liked that. She moved to the floor, crawling very seductively over to me, her ass swaying behind her. She reached me and started undoing my belt, eyeing me the entire time. She licked her red lips and continued to work my zipper open. I placed my hand on her head and stroked her fine hair. I wasn’t hard; I knew she would soon find out and her seduction would be over, but I enjoyed her efforts. She needed a reward for her attempt to please me. I told her I would make her forget and I would, but there was no way she could make me forget; no one could.
“Thank you for my drink.” Her loud voice rang out around me, and I knew what she was doing. “I am going to suck your cock.” I grinned down at her as her voice bounced off the tan walls around me. It was only a matter of time before Alex would come out to see what all the noise was. Smart girl. She didn’t want me; her hands fumbled with my pants, and when she finally worked my penis out, her eyes glanced back to mine and her brows knotted in her forehead. She was such a sweet girl, but I didn’t want her.
A scream broke our eye contact. My head snapped over, and Katarina was standing there in a white silk nightgown with a matching robe thrown over her shoulders. Alex had his arm draped around her stomach.
I stood in instant predator mode; I was going to fucking kill him. I trusted him, and he brought her here to…fuck her. I stalked over to them and Katarina’s eyes fell down my body to my open pants, a gasp escaping her lips.
“It’s not what you think, man. She called her brother before we left the club and he told her not to go home. He told her to find a safe place for the night. He thinks someone’s following her, and whoever that person was left her bodyguard with a near-death beating. They found him in a bathroom stall and nobody is talking. I brought her here.” Alex kept talking, but rage fueled me now and I was going to pummel him. My vision darkened, and all I could see was his arm on her, his body pressed against hers. His fucking arm held her, touched her, and that was unacceptable.
“Get your fucking hands off of her.” My growl held anger and I knew if he didn’t do what I just asked, I couldn’t control what I was going to do to him. He raised his arms in surrender, and Katarina slid down his body until she was only a puddle on the floor. I knelt down slowly, cautiously, and reached out to touch her and pull the hair from her face, but she jolted before my hand reached her.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t. You. Touch. Me. Your hands are dirty.” She had her face turned from me like a scared animal waiting for a blow; she was recoiling from my touch. “Alex, help me up.” Alex looked at me, and without moving from her traumatized position on the floor, she yelled, “Don’t look at him; help me!” I stepped back, allowing Alex to help her up. I ran my hand through my hair and then tucked my member into my pants, zipping them up.
****
I paced the living room over and over waiting for Alex to come out and tell me what the fuck happened. I thought she didn’t care…fuck! I thought she wrote me off and no longer gave a shit about me. Why did she react as if she watched me commit murder? Did she know what I already did with Cami? Fuck. I paced for another fifteen minutes, which felt like hours.
Alex emerged from the room and approached me like I was an untamed animal. Maybe he was right. I noticed when he left the room he left the door open. Katarina must have asked him to. I fought the urge to go running to her. Instead, I waited patiently for Alex to talk.
“She’s on the phone with Heather.” He paused for an achingly long moment. “It’s her girlfriend,” he informed me. Alex had his fingers locked behind his neck. “Listen, I tried to warn you she was here, but you didn’t answer your phone. Nothing happened between us. Her assistant dropped off her nightgown and she dressed before I ever went in there. I was worried she was scared, and I didn’t think she should be alone. I swear, Jason, nothing happened. She won’t even let me near her. I spent the last hour being the world’s best wingman. Fuck, I was blowing so much shit up her ass I think she thinks I’m in love with you.
“I told her we came to Los Angeles looking for her, and that it’s tearing you up you didn’t get to defend yourself. She brushed me off at first, but then she was buying it. She rushed to the door when she heard a noise. I was thinking I just earned best man at the wedding, and then,” he shook his head, “fucking A. I walked out here when I heard her shriek, and you’ve got my girl in your lap. What the fuck, man? Cami’s mine, remember? I called her onion ass. What the hell was she doing with her hands all over your junk?”
“Wait a fucking minute. First thing, it’s not junk, and if I wasn’t so shaken up right now I would make you eat your words,” I said, lightening the mood. Tossing my shoulders up, I told him, “She was trying to make you jealous. I told her you were in the room with someone else, and I think she wanted to leave. It’s obvious she is into you.” Sometimes I forget how fast Alex grew up. He was always so responsible, making sacrifices for his career, but he was different with me. He just wanted to be youthful, one of the guys. “Thanks, Alex…for everything.”
He started to move toward the couch, his powerful body taking over in each stride toward his girl. He turned before he reached her and looked at me, narrowing his stare. “Don’t ever look at me with death in your eyes again. I would never do you wrong, man,” he said vehemently. I moved to the open door, peering in the room. She was on the bed, curled up, and I heard her agreeing to something on the phone. I stood for a long while, and a couple times, she giggled, the sound brightening my mood. I closed my eyes, waiting for the next burst of giggling, but that was it, and she never said more than two words. Heather must have had a lot to say, and Katarina was focused on every word.
I slipped away, taking a hot shower and dressing in my sleep pants and gray sweatshirt. My legs carried me back toward her door and I peered in again. She remained lying on the bed, her back to me, but the phone was outstretched from her hand. I eased in the room, slowly rounding the bed, watching her reaction closely. Anxiety raced as her eyes found mine, but she didn’t move. I slid onto the bed in the same manner, my green eyes never leaving her blues, and I laid on my side, sliding a pillow under my head.
We lay together for a while not talking, just communicating through our stare. Her eyes dropped a couple times from mine to my lips, and then back up to my eyes. It was killing me; I had no idea what she was thinking. I spoke first, because she was way better at this game than I was. “Do you come here often?” She smiled, and her lips moved like she had a comeback, but
she didn’t say anything, so I said it again, wanting to remind her of her first words she said to me.
She swallowed slowly and it looked painful. “Not as often as you.”
I got everything she meant by that, and it was a hard blow. I deserved it, but still she stabbed me, and I was a bloody sight before her. She was insinuating I literally came in this bed often. Funny girl. “Sorry.” I was only going to say it once. It hurt to say that word. It meant I admitted I did wrong, and I didn’t admit that…ever.
“I am really mad at you—really, really mad.” Her face was filled with sorrow, but no tears were shed.
“I know…I am mad at you too.” She raised an eyebrow, challenging me. “Are you done being mad?” It was a fair question, and I had to know.
“Are you?”
“No, I am still going to make you suffer.” She paused, but a smile lifted the sadness away from her face.
“I want Bo.” She was negotiating, and it was adorable. Her continual stare made my smile grow so big it was painful.
“You’re still worried about Bo?” I asked, and she did the cutest fucking nod. “I think he likes you more than me anyway.”
She reached out, grabbed my hand, brought it to her face to kiss my palm, and then placed my hand on her hip. “I think you should be less of an asshole,” she tossed out there, as if it was too painful to hold in any longer.
“Yeah, well I think you should fight for me more.”
Her eyes widened and then narrowed. “Yeah, well I think you should kiss me.”
I gripped her hip and easily pulled her close to my body so we were pressed up against each other, my mouth inches from hers. “Are all your fucking nightgowns white?” She did the nod thing again and I couldn’t wait any longer. I brushed my lips over hers and she shivered. Her body was in tune with mine. Her tongue snaked out to dampen her top lip first, and then she finished with her luscious bottom one. It was intoxicating to watch, and I felt my blood turn to pure testosterone as I fought the urge to attack her. I brushed my nose over hers and breathed her air for a moment, attempting to calm the hunger before I possessed her mouth. I tasted mint and cherry lip balm, my senses on high alert.
My mouth grew wetter with every playful stroke of her tongue, but when she moved her hand under my sweatshirt and clawed at my back, that’s when it happened…something inside me snapped. I kissed her with all the passion I felt for her. I devoured her, her moans vibrating against my tongue, and the only thing that would make this moment more perfect was if I was buried inside her. My hand slipped from her hip to her tight little ass, I pulled her closer to the throbbing mass between my legs, and I ground into her, never taking my mouth off hers. I could kiss her for hours like this, molding my body with hers and conquering her sweet taste.
“Stop!” she cried breathlessly and I almost chuckled, because her hips continued gyrating against me. “I never want you to touch anyone else the way you touch me. That’s the deal, or we don’t have sex.”
I bit her bottom lip before pulling away to look in her eyes. I rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed. Then, I flashed her my best dominating stare, not liking the idea of making any deals regarding sex. I wanted her to take the words back, and I stared at her long and hard, but she never backed down. “No sex,” I stated, but I didn’t mean it. I only wanted her, but I wasn’t going to have ultimatums. Nobody controlled me; I was the one in control.
“Okay,” she blew a clump of hair out of her face, “no sex, no fucking, no humping, no banging, and no sucking.” Oh shit, what did I just do? I stared her down, but she was tough. I finally rolled over next to her, my eyes catching movement, and I watched closely as she lifted her nightgown, revealing white silk panties with bows. Fucking bows, just like a wrapped present. Little strings held the panties together. She was not going down without a fight.
“I think I’ve got a handle on this,” she tossed out casually as her hand dipped below the bow and covered her mound, and then I saw movement underneath the panties. What the fuck? She was going to rub one out right in front of me.
I placed my hand over hers to stop my visual torture. “Please…don’t,” I asked, and she giggled…fucking giggled. “I don’t make deals, and no ultimatums. I don’t want anyone else. I only want you, but I can’t make any frickin’ deals. I also won’t lay right here and watch your hand pleasure my pussy.” Another fucking giggle. I had a pounding headache; she had no idea, no concept of what she was doing to me.
“No deals, no ultimatums, and no masturbating? Mr. Riggs, I think you might have control issues,” she teased. I was trying to ignore her, rubbing the achy spot on my temple. “Sir?” Her condescending voice was like a slap in the face and woke the beast. She’s asking for it, I told myself, begging. I flipped my weight back on top of her, reached into the nightstand drawer for straps, and secured her hands to one of the bedpost. She giggled again, still not knowing what she had just done, what kind of animal she just provoked.
“Quiet…now!” I moved off the bed, strapping one leg to the opposite bedpost and leaving one leg free. She was frozen, just watching me cautiously. I think she was getting it. “Tell me about birth control.” Her eyes widened and she bit her lips to prevent her mouth from speaking. I crawled up her body. “Tell me. Have you been with anyone else?”
Her eyes softened. “No…there is no one else. What about you? What about the sofa girl? Are you safe?”
Her sassy mouth was driving me to a new level of crazy. “No questions! Do you remember when I told you not to use Sir mockingly? Do you remember?” I leaned back on my heels, watching her breathe, the rise and fall of her chest, and her nipples under her white night gown. She was so pure, the white reminding me why I couldn’t lose control, even though she needed to be taught when not to talk. I had to make her learn; she needed to understand why she couldn’t treat me like everyone else. Her breathing was heavy, and I felt my skin start to tingle as the predator took over.
“I need respect from you…trust. I fucked up!” I growled loudly. She flinched and squeezed her eyes shut at my words, and I continued, “I know a lot of people messed up with you, and I hate I am on that list. Today, right now, you forgive me.” It was an order, a fucking command. “I’m not going to apologize over and over. I’m not that guy. I thought I could be, but fuck…I am not that guy. I’m not going to buy you gifts when you have my children either.” Her eyes opened and a small smile creased her cheeks. “I will love you in my own way without the bullshit.”
I lifted her nightgown, examining her panties more carefully. “I am demanding and selfish, and I’m going to have sex with you every fucking day.” My eyes flickered back to hers, checking for understanding. Her eyes glued to my every action; my princess was on fire. Her breathing was more like gasps and small moans. How could she have walked away from this? I leaned over her trembling body and took her hard nipple into my mouth, the silk from her nightgown soft against my lips and the ring of her nipple showing through the fabric.
She arched her back off the bed, moaning as I repeated the licking and sucking on her other covered nipple. It was as though she couldn’t feel it and so she ached for more contact. I smiled at the thought. I sat back, looking at my sex princess. Her dark pink nipples were visible through her clothing and pushing up in a rapid rhythm with her breathing. “Fucking beautiful.” My fingers leisurely trailed down her body, creating goose pumps in my wake. I stopped at the top of her ribbon panties.
“I want to be clear; I think you deserve an explanation and I plan on telling you everything, but I am not going to grovel and beg,” my finger drifted over her mound, stilled over her clit, and I looked back into her velvety blues, “so I am going to teach you, Josephine. I am going to teach you about when not to speak, and more importantly, when not to be sarcastic. You are going to trust and obey me, and the most important thing you are going to do is respect me.” I put pressure on her bundle of nerves. She bit her bottom lip in response. Her hands hanging over her he
ad remained strapped together and tied to the bed, but I reached behind me and undid the strap holding her leg.
“You can always tell me to stop. Do you hear me?” She lifted her chin, her eyes full of understanding. Normally I gave my sub a safe word, but Katarina was different; her mind was a pit of scary events and I didn’t ever want to scar her. “I will not stop if you tell me no, but you tell me to stop and everything ends.” I raised a questioning brow and she lifted her chin again, more in challenge than in agreement. Fuck, this girl was tough. With two fingers I tugged on a bow, and then the other. “These happen to be my favorite panties. It would please me very much if you wore these every day. Do you want to please me?” I gave her my most wicked grin, waiting for her to repeat my words. “Say it,” I growled.
“I want to please you.” Her voice was a whisper, but it was spoken in honesty. That’s fucking right. I continued untying her delicate panties, and when her pussy was bare, I leaned down to smell her. I took my time; she was my drug, and if there was a way I could just snort her and be done with it, I would. When my face was so close I could ravage her, I gradually slipped my tongue out to get a taste. Her body writhed beneath me; she no longer had the ability to hold still. I left the bed and her eyes popped open. I went to my bag on the floor and retrieved some toys and lubricant. I was going to play. I moved my hands, quickly hiding the content. She gave me the hugest puppy dog eyes. I’m going to enjoy this.
“I want to go over the correct time to call me Sir.” I moved to the bed, peering down at her body bound and beautiful. I picked up her hips and rolled her onto her belly. “You can say it when I ask you a question and you answer with either ‘yes, Sir’ or ‘no, Sir’. When you plead, you may say, ‘please, sir’.” I ran my hand over the round globes of her spectacular ass, loving the soft feel of her skin. I moved her legs so they were under her body and her back end was propped up on her knees, giving her a swift spank. A loud, “Oh,” escaped her lips.
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