The Taming of Cassandra - The Complete Series

by Jamie Hunter

A half minute later Cassandra was on her knees, blowing his balls off. She whipped her head back and forth, allowing the softness of her hair to tickle his legs. He loved that, or at least she thought he did. Someone did.

  When he was fully hard — which didn’t take long at all — she stood up, straddled his legs, and impaled herself to the hilt on his spit-covered cock. It felt better than sinking into a hot tub on a cold day.

  Ahhhh… YES.

  Matt draped an arm over either side of the couch and let out a long, deep breath. His eyes were open however, watching Cassandra’s lithe, sun-bronzed body bounce its way up and down in his lap. Eventually he put his hands on her hips. Slid them up to her breasts. Ran his fingertips over her two hard nipples.

  Normally her breasts loved the attention. Right now though, the only thing that mattered was the rising heat between her legs. Cassandra continued riding up and down on her ex-boyfriend’s shaft, being sure to grind hard every time she bottomed out in his lap. She slid a hand across her belly and touched her clit. Everything down there was sopping wet.

  Her eyes fluttered open. They locked onto Matt’s. His had that familiar, glazed-over look she’d seen a thousand times…

  “Don’t you come,” she ordered. “Don’t you dare finish yet.”

  Matt screwed his eyes shut. He looked like he was almost in pain. Maybe he was counting to a million, or running baseball statistics, or whatever mental gymnastics guys did to avoid popping off. Cassandra didn’t care what or even who he might be thinking about, as long as he kept on screwing her. As long as he didn’t stop.

  She closed her own eyes now, focusing on the penetration. She ground down harder, pushed deeper. Rubbed herself a little faster. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she could feel that looming wave of euphoria. Swelling. Growing.

  Approaching.

  “I— I can’t…”

  Matt was whimpering.

  “I can’t keep—”

  She was close. Real close.

  “Do it,” she gasped between breaths. “Do it now. It’s okay.”

  Cassandra grabbed both side of his head. His eyes flew open.

  “FILL ME.”

  Matt cried out as he came. His ass left the couch, picking Cassandra up along with him. The momentum pinned her against his cock, and the feeling of being flooded with his warm seed triggered her own orgasm. She gripped his shoulders as she erupted in glorious, explosive climax.

  They both took their time coming down. Cassandra leaned forward until their foreheads were touching, rocking her body back and forth to elicit every last aftershock of pleasure. When she finally stood up her legs were quivering.

  “That was… amazing,” Matt breathed from the couch. He was utterly spent.

  “Glad to help out.”

  Cassandra located her clothes and dressed with practiced efficiency. She was closing the door behind her when she paused to glance back.

  “Oh, and Matt?”

  He looked up. Raised an eyebrow.

  “This does not mean we’re back together.”

  Matt stared back at her, chest still heaving. He merely nodded.

  Not my type, Cassandra thought again bitterly. Victor Ramsay’s wry smirk floated to the surface of memory. Yeah, we’ll see about that.

  She closed the door a lot harder than she meant to.

  One

  Cassandra stirred awake, vaguely aware of her surroundings. She still was snuggled warmly in her own bed. Yet something was different. She could hear sounds. Detect smells…

  Someone was in her apartment.

  “Good morning roomie!”

  She whirled beneath the blankets.

  Kayleen smiled back happily from the doorway to the bathroom. She was brushing her teeth with a bright green toothbrush.

  “Sleep well?”

  Cassandra rubbed her eyes. “I think so. Still tired, though.”

  “Awww. Sorry if I woke you.”

  Kayleen finished brushing. She rinsed, spat, and glided over to the edge of the bed. As she sat down, one smooth leg poked out from beneath Cassandra’s favorite terrycloth bathrobe.

  “Is there coffee?” Cassandra asked, squinting.

  “Of course, silly! And breakfast too. I made eggs.”

  Cassandra yawned and smiled. Kayleen was her old college roommate, and now one of her best friends. She was also one of the only other people with a key to Cassandra’s apartment. She worked uptown, not all that far away. Crashing at Cassandra’s place — or using it for a quick shower — was often convenient.

  “You stayed in the city last night?” Cassandra asked with a smirk.

  “Uh huh.” Kayleen looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. “And yes, it’s exactly what you’re thinking.”

  “Was he good at least?”

  Kayleen shook out her blonde hair and shrugged. “He was okay.”

  “Not okay enough to shower over there though,” Cassandra poked.

  Her friend laughed. “Okay, maybe it was a little awkward at the end.” She pinched Cassandra beneath the blanket. “Or maybe I just wanted to come see you.”

  Now it was Cassandra’s turn to laugh. “Or see my makeup. And my shampoo. And my bathrobe…”

  “That too.” Kayleen shifted forward and pulled back the blankets. “Move over, I’m coming in for a minute.”

  Cassandra obliged. Her roommate dropped the bathrobe before climbing under the covers. She snuggled up against Cassandra, her skin still deliciously warm from the shower.

  “How do you feel,” Kayleen asked.

  “Sore.” Cassandra had worked a double shift last night. She’d been on her feet the whole time.

  “Mmmm,” Kayleen moaned softly. Beneath the blankets, she slid a hand up Cassandra’s naked body. Cassandra always slept naked. Kayleen of course knew that.

  “I don’t have time to give you a massage,” she apologized. And that was too bad. Her massages were usually amazing. “But maybe I can make you feel better in other ways.”

  Kayleen caressed her friend’s face, then reversed her stroke. Turning her hand over, she ran the backs of her fingernails down Cassandra’s neck. Over her breasts. She paused to trace small circles around her nipples before continuing down along the flat of her stomach…

  The she leaned down and kissed her.

  Cassandra’s whole body tingled. As college roommates the two of them had shared everything, even each other. Especially each other. Maybe even a boyfriend or two, if Cassandra remembered correctly.

  “Don’t you have to be at work?” Cassandra groaned softly. She closed her eyes. Kayleen’s hand had reached its goal.

  “In a bit.”

  Her former roommate’s fingers traced lightly over Cassandra’s mound. Stroked the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. She teased her like this for a while, making her slick and wet. Driving her arousal to all new levels.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Kayleen whispered into he ear. Yet she herself was absolutely gorgeous. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, Kayleen had the most stunning, girl-next-door face. She was taller than Cassandra too, with the toned, sculpted body of a Greek goddess.

  Kayleen’s fingers moved closer, circling with more pressure. They outlined the warm folds of Cassandra’s pussy with a familiarity that was borderline criminal.

  Her roommate’s lips brushed Cassandra’s as she slipped a finger inside her. Cassandra responded by moaning into her mouth. Kayleen left a trail of electric kisses down Cassandra’s neck, tonguing her way to her firm, full breasts. As her friend’s mouth closed over one nipple, Cassandra melted into the bed.

  “You’re too good to me,” she sighed.

  Kayleen chuckled. “Shush.”

  Cassandra lay back to enjoy the attention. She stretched out, cat-like, on the bed. After licking and teasing her nipples, Kayleen’s mouth moved lower. She kissed her belly. The area below her belly…

  “God…”

  Cassandra spread herself open as Kayleen buried her face between her legs.
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  It was almost unfair. Her roommate knew precisely what she liked; exactly which buttons to press in order to get her juices flowing. Hell, it was like cheating. Already having the playbook.

  Expertly Kayleen ate her friend’s pussy while sawing two long fingers in and out of her body. Now and then she’d pause to flutter the tip of her tongue upwards, over her clit. Cassandra could only bite her lip and clutch the bedsheets. Groan loudly into the pillow as the exquisite motions of her friend’s hungry mouth took over every last pleasure center in her brain.

  Her breath grew short, her heart racing as she squirmed into the bed. Eventually Cassandra glanced down. Her friend was looking up at her, smiling mischievously, tongue moving. Kayleen’s ice-blue eyes were filled with lust. It pushed her over the edge.

  “I’m… I’m going to…”

  Kayleen responded by applying more pressure. She slipped a thumb over Cassandra’s clit, then thrust her tongue as deep as it would go inside her.

  Cassandra lost it. She gripped her friend’s head with both hands — so hard she was fearful of drowning her in her orgasm. As her climax hit, she gushed uncontrollably. Screwed herself down against Kayleen’s perfect, open mouth.

  The release was almost too much. She nearly blacked out. Then, after the sudden immersion in ecstasy, her mind floated its way back to the surface. Lazily Cassandra allowed those final few waves of pleasure to lap at the edge of her consciousness. Then she sat up.

  Kayleen leaned in with a sinister grin. Her soft, pouty lips were plump and glistening. Cassandra kissed her voraciously, tasting herself all over.

  “There,” her friend said. “Now do you feel better?”

  Cassandra nodded, eyes glazed. She felt fucking amazing.

  “Good. Because I’ve really gotta go!”

  Kayleen jumped up and began throwing on clothes. Cassandra watched with undisguised lust as her friend slipped her lithe body into a pair of lacy black underwear.

  “You sure I can’t return the favor?” Cassandra flirted, licking her lips. “Tit for tat?”

  Kayleen laughed. “Tit for tit, you mean.” She pulled her pants over her hips and shot Cassandra a playful smile. “As much as I’d love to roomie, I’m already late.” Leaning in, she placed her cheek right up against the side of Cassandra’s face.

  “But I’ll definitely take a rain check…” she whispered into her ear.

  Cassandra shivered and pulled the blankets up. Her body still buzzed with the aftershocks of euphoria.

  Kayleen fished out her keys. “Thanks for the shower,” she called back as she headed for the door. “And remember, my little pillow-princess. You owe me one!”

  Cassandra sighed contentedly. After that? she thought but didn’t say. I probably owe you ten.

  The door closed, and the apartment went silent again. The bedroom smelled like a delicious mixture of sex and conditioner and Kayleen’s tropical body spray.

  As she slumped back beneath the warm realm of her blankets, Cassandra idly debated whether to fix some coffee or go back to sleep.

  Sleep won out.

  Two

  The brownstone was old, the steps leading up to the door worn but well-kept. Cassandra had passed it at least a half-dozen times over the past week, each time feeling like she was on some secret mission, or maybe stalking an ex-boyfriend’s house. The feeling was weird, because Cassandra had never had to stalk or chase anyone.

  She’d passed it too many times already. But not today.

  KNOCK KNOCK.

  The door opened and Victor Ramsay appeared. He stood in a pair of loose-fitting pants and a plain white T-shirt. He held a coffee mug in one hand.

  Cassandra swept past him without waiting to be invited in.

  “Alright,” she said simply. “I’ll bite. Why not your type?”

  Victor raised an eyebrow. His expression was one of pure amusement.

  “Well good morning to you, too.”

  “Out with it,” Cassandra ordered, sweeping aside the pleasantries. “I need to know.”

  Victor stood his ground and said absolutely nothing. The silence wasn’t something Cassandra had expected. She decided to go with a different approach.

  “You said you thought I was pretty,” she offered. “Right?”

  “Very.”

  “And so you kissed me?”

  Victor took a sip of his coffee and nodded.

  Cassandra moved closer, stepping into his personal space. She wore a very tight half-shirt and a pair of shredded blue jeans. The outfit accented her firm breasts, her thin waist. It also exposed her stomach, which was flat and sexy from long painful hours at the gym.

  “You liked kissing me, didn’t you?” she breathed.

  “Sure.”

  Cassandra leaned in. Her face was very close to his now. She gazed upward, making sure to lock eyes with him.

  “I liked it too,” she whispered. “That kiss was all I could think about for a few days afterward. I don’t even mind admitting it.” She shrugged and touched his chest with an outstretched finger. “It was good. Very good.”

  Cassandra took Victor’s hand in her own. It was strong but smooth. Well-manicured. She could tell he took care of himself.

  “In fact,” Cassandra continued, “that kiss did more than just get me excited.”

  She stood on her toes. Her lips were almost brushing against his own.

  “It actually got me really, really wet.”

  She took his hand. Pressed the open palm against her smooth, warm belly.

  “Right…”

  Cassandra pushed his hand lower, almost between her legs.

  “… about…”

  She tucked his fingers beneath the waist of her jeans. Pushed downward until his fingertips brushed her panties.

  “…here.”

  She kissed him. Victor didn’t resist. He kissed her back, sending the same electric shocks rocketing through her body that Cassandra had felt before. It was ecstasy, kissing this man. But it was also a loss of control. That made her nervous.

  This time it was she that stopped the kiss.

  “You like me too,” Cassandra said. “That much is obvious.”

  “Really?” Victor asked. He still hadn’t let go of her hand. “How can you be so sure?”

  Pushing forward, Cassandra brushed the back of her hand against the front of his crotch. There was bulge there now, as she suspected there would be. She grinned.

  “A girl just knows these things.”

  Cassandra pushed past him and walked straight into the kitchen. It was bright and clean, filled with splashes of color and high-end stainless steel appliances. A strange glass coffee-maker stood on the counter, looking futuristic and half full. She pulled a red mug from a tree on the counter and began serving herself.

  “So now tell me…” Cassandra said, this time without looking up. “Exactly why am I not your type?”

  Victor reached up and opened a cabinet. He took down a sugar bowl and slid it in her direction.

  “You’re just not,” he said.

  “No,” she replied. “That’s bullshit.”

  Cassandra paused to fish a carton of milk from the enormous refrigerator. “Either you’re trying to slow-play this whole thing — which would be cataclysmically stupid — or you’re just too much of a pussy to say how you feel.” She put the milk back before stirring in the sugar. Finally she took a sip. “Not bad,” she said admiringly.

  Victor still said nothing.

  “Of course you could be into guys, but I don’t think so. The kissing is just too good.” She took another pull from her mug. “I’m going with the ‘you being afraid’ angle.”

  Victor leaned into the doorway, arms folded. “So you’ve got this all figured out, huh?”

  “Pretty much.”

  He stepped forward, moving in close to her. Just the presence of him made Cassandra tingle again.

  “I could tell you what it is,” he said, “but you’re not going to like it.”

 
; “Try me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Quit playing games.”

  Victor sighed. “Alright then.” He squinted down at her, shifting uncomfortably. “How do I put this…”

  “You just say it.”

  He shrugged. “Okay. You’re too promiscuous.”

  Cassandra stared back at him for a long moment. Then she let out a long, mirthful laugh.

  “Is that it?”

  “Well… yes.”

  She laughed harder. “I’m too slutty? That’s why I’m not your type?”

  The man quickly shook his head. “No, no. Slutty I like. I have no problem at all with slutty. In fact—”

  “Then what?”

  He looked away, searching for the right words. “It’s that you can’t be monogamous,” he said. “That’s the problem.”

  Cassandra laughed again, only this time half-heartedly. “Monogamous?”

  “Yes.”

  “And how the hell would you know I can’t be monogamous? You don’t even know anything about me!”

  “I know enough.”

  Cassandra pursed her lips. She’d had plenty of boyfriends. Monogamy came easily… for a little while. Then she usually strayed. Only strayed wasn’t the right word for it.

  She was a bit offended by what Victor said, and that was significant because Cassandra took pride in rarely getting offended by anything. Worse though, she was angry. Angry not at what he said, but at the possibility he might be right.

  “I can be monogamous,” she blurted. It came out way more defensively than she liked.

  “You think so?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, then prove it.”

  Cassandra blinked. “And how exactly would I do that?”

  Victor took another sip of coffee, then licked his lips. “Let’s pretend you and I are in a relationship,” he said. “For the next week, you remain totally monogamous to me.”

  She laughed again. But this time there was a nervous edge to it.

  “You mean don’t fuck anyone else.”

  “Exactly.”

  She scratched the back of her neck. “And why would I do that?”

  “Remain monogamous over the next week,” Victor continued, “and I’ll take you out. We’ll go somewhere. We’ll do something.”