“Never…ever…say ‘Sir’ defiantly.” I followed that up with another swat to her other cheek. I slid my hand between her legs, fingering her pussy. She was deliciously wet and I dipped my head to get another taste. I used her juices to coat her back, puckered hole, and then added more lubricant; her back arched as the cold, clear fluid slid between her cheeks. I worked the tight hole, making room for the toy. I went slowly, listening for any hesitation, but she said nothing.
“I love your ass,” I coaxed as I filled her tight hole with the toy, patiently working it, using my fingers of my other hand to stimulate her pussy. When the toy was all the way in, I sat back, admiring my work. Holy hell, she was hot like this. Her head thrashed around on the pillow and her ass was smiling at me, begging me to take her. I could never say no to a begging ass. I moved my hands to her hot, slippery pussy and set up a steady rhythm with my finger fucking.
“You’re my dirty girl, princess. You like me filling you everywhere, don’t you?” Her moan became more rapid and I knew she was hovering, just where I needed her to be. I slipped my cock inside her and felt her heat. Fucking best pussy ever. I slammed into her, creating a carnal need. As soon as I felt her body stiffen, I pulled out, knowing even a small breeze could set her off. I waited, holding her hips tightly to stop any movement. I swiftly removed the plug and tossed it toward the bathroom, and then I took Katarina’s last first.
I slowly eased myself in. She was so snug, and I worried I was going to hurt her. I listened for a protest, even a ‘no’ would have stopped me, but my brave rabbit held completely motionless. She relaxed into me and let me take her the way I needed. When I was fully seated inside her, I took a deep breath. Time froze and I savored her. She was fully submitted to me, and the complete surrender made me horny as hell.
“Good girl.” Those two words held my past, a world of domination, and I attempted to shield that world from her, but in that moment of her complete, brave submission, those two words slipped out. It was her response that rocked me, and as always, I found her unbelievably intoxicating. She moaned and shivered, and it sounded like a climaxing moan; I thought she might have come from my words alone. This sweet princess was made for me. I moved, mainly because it was too fucking torturous to stay buried inside her like this. I slowly impaled her again and repeated, trying hard to hold back.
“Fucking perfect…argh…” I wanted this moment to last forever. “I need you like this, my sweet submissive.” I drank in every detail from the head of the bedpost where her tied wrists pulled together in a secure V, to her black silky hair sticking to her sweaty forehead and back, draping over the stark white sheets. The clear, perfect skin on her back peeked out from beneath the unruly hair, and the parts you could see was bubbled with beads of sweat. Her face was resting on a soft pillow, and her eyelashes brushed against her rosy cheeks; I could see her full lips part as sounds of pleasure seeped through.
I continued to fill her and she liked it, and I gripped her hips as my eyes fell all the way down to her surrendering ass. It was just too much. With my mind and body on sensation overload, I exploded; I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came hard, every ounce of my liquid pleasure flooded her ass, and I stared down as my white sperm oozed out, running down to her pussy. I groaned and closed my eyes, savoring the erotic picture. Best. Fucking. Orgasm.
“Good girl!” I yelled when I slammed in uncontrollably one final time, and I heard her release. She screamed her orgasm like a fucking champ. My champ.
Chapter Twelve
Slugger
Jason
I felt the bed dip and I knew she was getting up. I laid there with one eye open and watched from the bed as Katarina disappeared into the bathroom. She tiptoed and I found it funny, because she was sneaking and I was wide-awake. I waited for her to return, thinking she was gathering enough courage to escape me, but she didn’t leave. She came back to bed and collapsed right next to me, never actually touching me. I felt her hot breath on my face and then her lips landed on my mouth. I couldn’t pretend any longer.
“How do you feel?” I whispered, not really sure, I wanted to know the answer. The thought of me harming her in anyway made me overwhelmingly enraged. Enraged and a little frightened of my inability to control my greediness to own every part of her, and to be her every sensation.
“I’m horny.” She giggled, and I couldn’t help the thickness that came to life at that tiny giggle.
My reaction was immediate; I reached my hand out, gripped her ass, and pulled her closer to me so our bodies touched. I leisurely traced the contour of her body with my finger and felt her shiver under my touch.
“Jason,” her voice was soft, her face buried under my chin, “how many times did you have sex with the girl on the couch?”
I paused, momentarily whiplashed from picturing her heated and horny, to picturing her mind wrapped around me with other women. I felt my body tense, and I racked my brain to think about how to answer her question. Then, I started up with the finger tracing, attempting to soothe her while I responded as simply as I could. “Twice…she’s Alex’s friend and he shared. He was trying to cheer me up.” Fuck, it was awkward telling her about shared girls. I wasn’t ashamed…was I?
“Oh! You both had sex with her…like at the same time, or did he watch you?”
They were valid questions, questions I would proudly answer, but not to her and not right now. “Katarina, we shared; it’s exactly how it sounds.” My voice came out as irritated as I felt.
“Do you want to share me?”
My hand stilled on her back and I squeezed her tightly. “No, I will never share you.” I buried my nose in her hair, smelling her scent. “I thought I loved you, but I don’t.” I rolled over so I was on top of her, trapping her beneath me. “How many times did you think of me over the past two weeks? You told me you loved me and then you left.” the whites of her eyes disappeared, and I knew she was closing her eyes in deep regret. “I thought about you every fucking minute of every day. I wondered where you were, if you were safe. I could never leave you. I watched you leave me again today and fuck, it pissed me off. You don’t love me, princess, and I don’t love you…not in the way normal people love.” I fucking tortured myself with that word. “What I feel for you is a perverse, possessive, twisted form of love. I want to own you. I want to keep you in my pocket like a hamster, take you out to play with you, and then put you back in my pocket.”
She giggled, and it triggered confusion mixed with anger. What I was telling her was threatening, and it should scare the shit out of her. I moved her legs apart with my knee, positioned the head of my cock inside the rim of her pussy, and she silenced. I heard her heavy breathing, saw the whites of her eyes appear, and then I finished my tirade. “I love the way you smell and taste. I love the noises you make. I even love the fact you’re not scared of me when most people are, but…” I slammed my cock inside her to make my point, “…most of all, I want to smother you.” I began rocking my hips with force. It was my right; she was in my bed and it felt so fucking good.
“You want to know why I came inside you, why I wanted you pregnant? Because that moment was the same as right now. Your complete offering, the surrendering of your body, is a drug and it frickin’ intoxicates me. I own you, and if I want to spill my seed inside your body, I do. It’s simple, really.” I started to pick up the pace; I wasn’t going to last long. “My obsession with you, with having control over you, and the fucking pleasure of it all,” I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You should have run, because right now I want to shove you in the trunk of my car and take you away from here.”
I was reaching the point where I would normally pull out. No trace left behind. “You better tell me to fucking stop.” I felt the rage inside me coming to a head as my growl turned to shouts. She didn’t say it; her breathing was rapid, and moans slipped from her lips. “Come for me. Be my good girl and come.” I held her eyes as I continued to shift in and out, and I found the hope I didn�
�t think existed anymore. She moaned a final time and her blue eyes fluttered. I impaled her two more times and released my hot fluid deep inside of her. She tightened her muscles around my shaft and I rode out my orgasm feeling the intense hold she had on me everywhere. Fuck…this girl.
I rolled onto my side and pulled her with me, our sweaty bodies fitting perfectly together. “Tomorrow, you’ll swallow my come.” Then I would be able to relax, knowing that a piece of me was everywhere inside her. It will calm me for sure. I fell asleep with my arms tightly around her.
****
Voices woke me in the morning, and I opened my eyes to see people walking in my playroom. I had gotten in the habit of leaving the doors unlocked. “Get the fuck out,” I growled and started to get up to enforce my aggressive statement, but the little lady that had reached the foot of the bed peered over at me and then scurried for the door, just like a mouse. I heard the door click closed and I turned toward Katarina, watching her eyes flicker.
My emotions and lack of sleep created a confusing feeling of calm and insane sexual heat. She was going to wake up and run. I knew I should have anxiety, but her tiny body looked so beautiful with the white nightie wrapped around her waist. Damn, I wanted her again. She had my come everywhere in her, on her, and I wanted her more. My brain couldn’t function without the stimulation she provided. My head throbbed…both of them.
“What,” her sleepy eyes turned away from me, “you want me to leave?” Her legs were moving with her words, so I wrapped my arms around her body, sealing her close to me before she moved from the bed.
“Not you.” I pulled her close, smelling her. I smelled me all over her, our sex, and the scent made me suddenly and uncomfortably hard. She immediately relaxed, and I slid my teeth over her shoulder and nibbled at the spot between her neck and shoulder. “We need to take a shower. How do you feel?”
“Mmm…” I could hear the smile in her voice, “tired.” She paused for a moment. “I thought about what you said last night. I laid in bed listening to you sleep and thought about every single thing you said.” She took a deep breath and I remained perfectly still everywhere except my heart, which was erratic. “I did love you, Jason, and I still do.” I gritted my teeth, burying my nose in her soft hair, not sure if I heard her right. “I am going to say it every day like it’s the most casual thing. You have a great dick…I love you. I like your shirt…I love you. I’m craving something Italian for dinner…I love you.”
She was freaking me out. I place my heavy hand over her mouth to silence her.
When I moved toward the shower, her feet padded behind me; the sound was calming. I reached for the nozzle and her silence was welcoming. I knew she didn’t fucking love me, but I liked the fact she thought she did. Love was a painful thing for me, and Katarina hadn’t experienced that pain like I did over the past couple weeks; she couldn’t know what real love was.
“Jason,” she whispered and I turned slowly, finding her blue, heated gaze. “What you said last night…” she swallowed and then a huge smile graced her swollen lips, “…it was perfect.” She swallowed once again and I realized she was battling tears, shoving them down to appear strong. “The way you perversely love me…it’s perfect for me,” another intake of air and then she continued, “Because it’s me you feel that way about, not my money, not my name. You have a weird fetish with comparing me to animals; that’s why I laughed. I would go in your pocket right now if I could fit. The way you feel…fits me. It sounds like the purest form of love, raw and exposed.”
I glanced away trying to gather my emotions. I stepped into the shower, reached my hand out, and she slipped her gentle one inside mine. I engulfed it, like I always do. I sharply tugged on her hand and her body crashed into mine. I wrapped my whole body around her, wanting to be everywhere at once. She wedged her hands out of my hold and her fingers moved frantically around my body. I allowed her touch; she was taking her comfort from me and my heart echoed throughout my body knowing I could comfort her.
After long moments under the water, she wiggled out of my hold, licking the water on my chest. It was erotic the way she coated me with her saliva. She reached my shoulder and suddenly, pain radiated from my shoulder to my fingertips as she bit me hard. She then licked around the area before she bit me again. I peered down, water spraying all around us, and I struggled for breath. Her bright smile was like hitting my head against a concrete wall, causing me to see stars and feel dizzy. It was a smile filled with hope and playfulness. I leisurely traced her smile with my finger, dipping the tip between her lips, and mirroring her smile when she drew my finger into her hot mouth.
How is this one of the top ten sexiest things she does? It was just a finger, but somehow, I felt her in every pore of my body. She takes the next finger and repeats the sucking and finger pumping, simulating what she does when she sucked my cock. I pushed her shoulders down and she went willing, licking her lips in the most seductive way. My cock danced at the sight of it. She glanced at me as she took me into her mouth. Fuck yeah! She amazed me the way she took charge of it, and if I didn’t know better, I would think she was educated on dick sucking. She tilted her head back and lowered her body. I viewed this as a form of surrender and pushed forward, slipping my fingers through her wet hair.
She attempted to take most of me and used her hand to mimic her pace. I needed this from her, my beautiful princess servicing me. I leaned over her to control my movements in and out, lavishing in the warmth of her wet mouth. She peeked at me through her thick eyelashes while humming. The sensation vibrated through my cock to my balls. I released her hair as she squeezed my sac and began her own rhythm of fucking me with her mouth.
I came fast without warning, complete spontaneous combustion, surprising myself. She swallowed and licked until my trace was completely gone. I was slightly disappointed it wasn’t lingering all over her face and down her body as proof. I studied her as she stood, her smile wide, her hands gliding over my body as she traced my muscles. She was at peace; I could feel it.
“I want you to lighten up a little. I need you to find reasons to smile. That’s what I was first attracted to…your all-teeth smile.”
I grabbed the shampoo, squirting some in her hand and then in mine, thinking about what she just said. “All right,” I agreed, and just like that, she rewarded me with another smile. I winked, and a small giggle slipped out of her mouth, and fuck it if I wasn’t horny again. After I finished washing my hair and body, I kissed her, biting her bottom lip before exiting the shower.
“I am going to tell your people to give you fifteen minutes.” I dried myself and then peered back in the shower. I watched her soapy hands glide down her body and dip in-between her legs, and then they returned to her breasts. It was mesmerizing the way she cleaned herself. Her eyes opened, and I think she was startled at my staring. It was funny what startles her.
“Your eyes are sexy, Mr. Riggs…I love you.” Another beautifully intoxicating smile followed and I was speechless. I disappeared to the closet, dressed, and then exited the bedroom. Uncomfortable with the confused emotion; hope for us oscillated with the negative reality that she would leave me again given the chance. Then, frustration took over and fueled my quick motions.
When I exited the bedroom, I inhaled deeply, not sure what I was walking into. A shorthaired lady I recognized from earlier moved quickly around me to get into the bedroom.
“She needs fifteen minutes.” Her deep brown eyes met mine, and I knew she was going to challenge me. This will be fun. “Don’t you fucking touch that door!” I growled, and her face contorted in disgust and then anger. Her hands crossed over her chest and she glanced over at a large man dressed in a suit. I looked over at him, giving him my deadly stare. I might not be able to take him, but I would love to try. This guy was almost a foot taller than me, and he just looked psychotic and mean. He gave a short nod to the lady, and I chuckled when I heard a loud, unhappy sigh.
I moved to the small kitchen and poured a
cup of coffee. Alex and his girl were in the living area with about five other people. I observed the tension-filled room before I entered it. The large, crazy, suit guy kept his eyes on me; I didn’t like it. I knew we were already enemies, and it took every testosterone-fueled piece of me to sit on the couch, on the opposite side of Cami. Food was the focal point; everyone was eating, no conversations, just the sounds of sipping coffee and chewing. It was mainly fancy danishes and bagels. I picked up the phone and dialed room service, ordering food I knew Katarina would eat and not this crap.
Alex caught my attention. “They’re all here for Katarina.” His stare told me more. He was pissed. “They didn’t knock; they just came in. When I talked to her brother last night, I told him where we were staying and he said he would call in the morning. There are a hell of a lot of laws being broken.” That received a loud laugh from Mr. Dark and Impersonal. I stood; ready to confront the fucking elephant in the room. I stalked toward him, and his hand reached for something in his jacket. The fucker had a gun and he was giving me a sneak peek.
“What’s your problem?” I shouted, hoping to out-crazy him. He didn’t look down; instead, he took his hand off the gun and used his pointer finger to poke at my chest—one, two, three, four times. “Stop jabbing me with your finger, you fucking bitch!” I was looking to poke him back, but not give him cause to use his weapon. That got his attention; his glare lowered and I stepped forward so we were nose-to-frickin’-nose. I was seconds away from flicking the chip off his shoulder, the one he thought nobody would attempt to touch. I closed my fists into tight balls, my adrenaline coursing and rapidly encouraging me on. And what did the motherfucker do? He poked me in the middle of my chest again.
“Sit the fuck down!” he yelled, but I didn’t. I didn’t wait; I swung at his face, aiming for his cheek. I knew this could backfire, but I recognized this man as Katarina’s main bodyguard and I already knew he was going to take her away from me; the thought made me unstable. I swung again with my infamous left hook. Well, it wasn’t infamous yet, but as my fist hit his flesh and the feeling of power and euphoria hit me, I was a boxer with an infamous left hook. He didn’t even budge…or flinch…so I hit him again. Then, he growled loudly and shoved me, and I fell back onto the couch.
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