I got out and dressed quickly in some loose lounge pants and a light sweatshirt, and made my way downstairs. I stopped before I made it to the kitchen, and just watched her. She was a thing of beauty. She moved from the stove to the island, cutting vegetables and stirring meat. She was very domesticated in her tiny dress, and it was like porn to me. I felt the familiar stirring from beneath my sleep pants and took a deep breath. She was provoking these feelings in me, and I didn’t have any control over them. I found it frustrating. I moved into the kitchen, giving her my panty-dropping smile, which was only reserved for her. She flushed and turned away, stumbling in the process. I went out to the garage and fed Bo, and once again, I tried to gather my fragile control.
I padded back into the kitchen, and the food smelled wonderful all at once. I was hungry, really hungry.
“So, chicken it is.” I caught a glance of her smile, and I knew I was on her mind, in her mind.
“No, I made tacos with ground beef.” I was glancing at her butterfly hair clips, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw her tongue lash out. Damn, it was sassy and sexy, and I lost my voice.
“I can eat things other than chicken. I just prefer not to.” She was such a snob and I loved it. I would have to comment on it later, but right now she held my dick in her hands, metaphorically.
I watched her make her plate, making sure she got everything she wanted, and then I dove in, creating monster tacos layered with cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, and salsa. She fixed homemade salsa, frickin amazing. My princess had her hidden talents. I sat next to her at the counter and rested my thigh next to hers, which was almost bare. Shit, I wanted to slide my hands up her bare thighs and find the hidden treasure that lay between them.
“You look nice tonight. I promise to take you out again, and I would enjoy it if you wore that dress.” I wanted to inform her that was a real compliment from me, but I didn’t.
“I only dressed up for you. I really don’t care where you take me. I notice women see you and nearly fall over themselves to get your attention, and I feel honored you want to spend time with me. I want you to feel that way about me.” She felt honored? I was the honored one. Was she insecure of other women around me? I would have to fix that.
“I mean,” she stopped and waved her delicate fingers over her dress, “this old thing?” I reached around her, pulling her close to me because it was my turn to comfort her, and I wanted to badly. She leaned into me, and I got a ball-aching smell of her hair and put a kiss in that spot, wondering if she tasted as good as she smelled.
“Thank you,” was all I could say, and again, those words I wanted to tell her never escaped from my lips, and that me saying ‘thank you’ was the highest form of a compliment.
People in my life did things because they wanted to, or because I convinced them that they wanted to, but Katarina did things without thought. It was a selfless act meant to make me feel valuable to her, cherished. My heart began its ache, and I had a hard time breathing. I whispered a small thanks to God, to the universe, to angels that watched over me, and anyone who was listening. This girl was a gift, and it was not going to go unnoticed. I watched her ease down off the tall stool and begin cleaning up. She had a system, so I followed her lead. She looked up occasionally with a huge grin on her face, and it was always unexpected. She was going to give me a heart attack by the end of the night. My heart and my manhood were neck-and-neck in the race to give out, due to the throbbing pain. She was in no hurry to go to bed, so I leaned against the counter and watched her until the kitchen was cleaner than when we started.
I trailed behind her up the stairs, watching her thighs rub together. The dark, creamy color of her skin was perfectly flawless, and again, my hand itched to touch it and run my fingertips over every inch. I wonder what noises she made when she came. Ah shit. We reached her door and I had the urge for another shower. I said a brief goodnight and asked her not to leave without waking me. It was more like begging her not to, but I was still lacking my control, so I had to use other tactics.
I power walked to the shower, tossing my clothes on the bed on the way in. I rested my head in the steady water stream and let nature take its course, or something similar. Either way, it was successful, and I could probably sleep a little tonight. I shook my hair out, grabbed my sleep pants, and crawled into bed. I laid there in the dark, wondering if she was asleep yet, wondering if I should check on her. Before I knew what was happening, the door creaked opened and I turned the bedside light on.
“Everything all right?” I asked as she stood in my doorway. She was quiet, shocked, and her eyes were wide open. I couldn’t tell if she was breathing. “Katarina?” She took in a deep breath and her eyes found mine.
“I really want to bite you.” The words she said took time to settle in my head. Then she attempted to recover by adding, “Not out of anger, I just want to taste you.” And that did it. I would need another shower.
“I know what you want. You want to mark me, and I want nothing more than to mark you, but now is not the time.” I was making her nervous. She was starting to fidget, her hands tugging on her white, almost see-through tank top. My eyes drifted over the snug top, down to the seam at the end, her hands stretching and smoothing. Her nipples were tight pushing through the thin material, calling to be touched. I jumped out of bed and grabbed a t-shirt. I was going to give it to her, but threw it on instead.
“It’s not safe with me in here; you need to leave.” I had some pretty realistic dreams where I was deep between her legs. I also had a horny beast living under the surface. Both were great reasons she should flee.
“I don’t understand; I’m threatening you.” She was adorable if she thought she could ever cause me physical pain, teeth or not.
“Have you ever heard the phrase ‘the lion’s den’? Or ‘don’t go into the lion’s den’?” She nodded her head, but once again, this girl’s faith in me was powerful. She didn’t look scared of me at all.
“Is this role-play?” Fuck me… “You don’t scare me; I want to sleep in here. I feel safer with the lion.” She walked around to the other side of the bed, and in true rabbit form, she hopped in. I was immobile, with both my mouth and my body. I was as hard as a rock again. “I promise not to bite hard.” And then, she let loose a tiny, ball-breaking giggle. I grabbed my neck, willing myself not to show her the monster, even though she was begging for it. She all but spread her legs for me and doesn’t expect me to attack her in my bed? I turned and made my way to the safety of my bathroom. I turned the shower on and winced as I placed my rough, firm hand on the shaft of my achy cock.
After the very short but effective shower, I made my way back to the bed, crawling in slowly, like I didn’t smell the light perfume of a very innocent girl lying beside me. I was careful and stiff, not wanting to wake the beast inside me, not wanting the wind to change and get a drift of her personal scent, the one only she had.
“You take lots of showers,” she said in a sultry voice. I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore her effects. She was quiet for a long time, and I thought maybe she fell asleep when I heard her quietly whisper, “Should we have rules, you know, for sleeping together?” There was no way I was going to involve myself in this conversation.
“How about,” she continued, “you can touch me anywhere, but no sex?” She was fucking playing with me. I wanted to reach up and grip her hair so she could see my face, show her I was in no mood for playing. Then it hit me—maybe she was scared that I was him, Red, and she needed rules to relax and fall asleep.
“Are you scared to touch me? I don’t want you to leave,” I told her. She was quiet, not answering me. If there was a slight chance I woke up and she was begging to have sex with me, I needed to ask one more question.
“I need to ask something, but I don’t want you to run or joke with me.” I heard a small ‘okay’. “Are you on birth control?” She laughed immediately. Okay, so maybe she wouldn’t have begged me to have sex, but I had to ask just in case.
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“That’s a little presumptuous of you, don’t you think? No, I am not on birth control; I have never needed to be on it.” She talked a little after that, but I was throwing myself a “no sex” pity-party.
“Do you have condoms?” That question had my heart pumping at its fast pace again.
“Yes, I have condoms.” My voice was a whisper.
“Do you want babies?” Holy hell, was she offering?
“Not right now.” I was thinking carefully about her question. I would break her in first, and then work on the babies. Oh shit, what in the fuck was I saying?
“Can I have all your condoms?” I was curious what her plans were, so I reached into my nightstand’s drawer and handed her all of the condoms, hoping she wasn’t going to play some sick game. She got up and ran out of the room, disappearing. She returned quickly and crawled back in bed.
“Where did you put them?” I wanted to ask why she took them, and when I could have them back, and most importantly, when could I use them.
“I will give them to you in the morning,” she said as she turned, rolled her body next to mine, and fell right to sleep. I wasn’t so lucky. I lay there trying not to feel her soft body pressed to mine. If only I could take off her clothes, and then press our bodies together…that would be heavenly. Oh fuck, now I sound sensitive. I allowed my hand to feel her hair. It was silky and soft; I tugged it slightly, causing a small moan to escape her lips. What if she liked it rough? I wonder if she would beg for it.
After hours of lying there, I convinced myself that I had to know. If she was made for me, she would want this as much as I did. I convinced myself that touching her now in her most relaxed state was somehow going to increase her pleasure and give her good dreams. I kept the thoughts out of my head that said Red attacked her in her sleep, because those thoughts wouldn’t lead anywhere helpful. I kissed her neck first. The smell there was musky and all feminine. I moved down her body, to her arms, which were thrown over her stomach, and kissed down her tiny muscular arm to her fingertips, wrapping my fingers around her every digit. She tasted good—better than good. She was the caviar of women, a delicacy.
“Good morning,” I heard her say, and she wasn’t pushing me away, so I took that as a good sign to continue.
“You said anything but no sex, right?” I moved up her body to hover directly over her ear.
“Yeah.” She took in a deep breath, and I felt the pulse in her neck pick up. I loved how she anticipated everything.
“Do you masturbate? I would love to see you touch yourself.” I wanted to know how to make her feel good, and to study the different ways to make her come.
“No, I have never…I am not made for that.” I heard two things in that small statement, and both had me grinning from ear to ear. One, she has never climaxed. Two, someone told her at one of her fancy schools that you were not supposed to masturbate, and my princess obeyed the order not to touch herself.
“We will see if your body agrees,” I said as I slid my hands to her stomach. I needed to be the first to touch her breasts. I started to lift her tank top, and I felt her body stiffen.
“It’s okay,” I reassured her, “I promised to only make you feel good.” I kept moving, not wanting her to see my anxiety about hurting her. I pulled the top over her head, locking her arms together above her head. I wanted her to give herself to me fully. I needed complete control. I left her arms and moved my face down to look her in the eyes so she knew the rules, understood them. “Leave it like that and don’t move. If anything hurts, you can tell me, but no talking other than that.”
She was struggling with giving up control. She calmed herself fast and I wanted to praise her, wanted her to know I saw what she was doing, and I thought she was amazing for trusting me. I kissed her on the mouth lightly instead. That was huge for me. I pulled back to get a better view of my new art project.
“Fuck, in all the times I pictured you like this, I never thought you would be so beautiful.” It was like beautiful had a new meaning to me. I got a surge of adrenaline just looking at her body. My new goal was to ruin every other guy for her. She would never have what I could give her sexually with anyone else. I would see to it. I started at the crease of her breast and followed the curve up with my tongue. In this moment, she was mine. I continued to lick until both breasts were completely wet from my mouth. I heard tiny moans leave her lips and as I reached to touch her nipples, her whole body arched off the bed. My princess was a horny girl. I gave her a small reward with a direct and tender touch to her nipple. Her moan was demanding. I gave her a light pinch on the tip, knowing she would enjoy the intense pleasure from that small amount of pain. I repeated the same to the other breast. I watched like it was the finale in a fireworks show as I placed my mouth over her nipple. Her response was perfect, her eyes closing halfway, and her tongue licking her lips as she tried to hold in the moans. I repeated the action, but this time when I went to pull away, her back arched, pleading for me not to let go. I continued my journey down her body, wanting badly to dive right in to the most sensitive spot between her legs. I took my time with her soft stomach. I ran my finger along the seam of her sleep pants and dipped one under. She felt soft everywhere. “This is all I want for Christmas.” I sat up to remove her pajama bottoms. I lost my breath at the sight. When I started breathing again, I couldn’t get enough of it. She was completely bare. She was neat and tidy, just like her room and her car. It was perfect. I sat back to get a better look. The hood on her clit barely showing, it was slick and smooth as I ran my finger up one side and down the other. Her body shifted and it made me smile. She was so fucking sexy, and ready for me.
“You shaved. I think you have the most incredible, appetizing pussy I have ever seen.” It was the truth, and I couldn’t even find words to give it justice. “You are so swollen.” I looked up at her to let her know how pleased I was, and to watch her face as I moved my finger inside her. I positioned my finger just outside her entrance, and slowly eased it in. She was warm and tight and, oh hell, she was wet. I placed my mouth on her clit, the taste making my mouth water and hunger for more. The tip of my tongue played with her nub while I took turns pumping her slowly with my finger and my mouth. Her moans were desperate, sounding more like small pleas, and I knew I could play right here forever. She was my nectar, and I was fucking loving all of it—the sight, the sound, the smell, and most of all, the control. I was on a euphoric high. She held still, even though I had no restraints on her; she didn’t move her hips or her legs, and her utter obedience was a complete turn on. “Good girl.” I spoke softly in to her eager pussy. It was time for her reward. I began to speed up the pace of my finger fucking while I continued teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue. She was so wet I could drink her, but I knew I had already played too long and it was time to finish her. I was relentless and merciful with my movements, until I heard her scream and her whole body tensed up. I continued a slow motion inside her as her muscles clamped down on my finger. It was the best day of my life.
“Wow, that was crazy,” she said, and I took it as a challenge to make it happen again. She definitely had another one in her.
I felt so much tension draining from my body just watching her orgasm, but watching it for the second time was completely relaxing. I didn’t want to have sex with her in that moment; I just wanted her to know what bliss felt like. I wanted her to know what she’d been missing all of these years. She fell asleep when I finished with her. She was sweaty and red in all the right places. I’d kissed her before I let her climax, and I knew she tasted herself on me right before she fell asleep. I got off the bed and looked at the beauty sprawled across the bed. The moonlight glowed through the window, and once again, my heart began its torturous ache. I retrieved some water bottles from the kitchen before taking a cold shower. I set one next to her, and drank the other bottle down.
I stayed in the shower, just enjoying the cold, not touching any part of my anatomy. I was hard, rock hard, but I didn
’t want to jack off after something so powerful. Her orgasms were the epitome of beauty. She was connected to me, and I gave her something that she would crave like I did. I made her understand the need for a release, how the need could be so strong, and the release so powerful. I stopped right before giving her the second climax, to make her understand the pull she had on me, the power she had over me. The look in her eyes was pity and sadness. The look changed quickly after that last orgasm to bliss and then peace.
I crawled back into bed, careful not to wake her. I covered her with the sheet and fell asleep listening to her breathing pattern, but not before whispering that familiar thank you for this gift that lay at my side.
Chapter Thirteen
I awoke later with a painful erection, and I looked down to see black, long hair sprawled along my stomach and most of my chest. I felt her kisses, and found myself gritting my teeth at the pain that spread throughout my body. Her finger traced the length of my penis over my sleep pants. I grabbed her hand to stop that torturous movement.
“Shit, Katarina, what are you doing?” I could hardly hear what she was saying with her head turned away from me, her voice already a whisper.
“…I have never seen one.” My heart rate increased at what I knew was about to happen. “I hate that I don’t know how to fix your pain, and that I truly don’t understand the whole sex addict thing.”
I let go of her hand at her words. She wanted to heal me, take away my pain. Fuck, if my heart wasn’t breaking in a million pieces. I made a slow movement to touch her hair, mesmerized by how easily the silky strands fell back to my chest. It was therapeutic, her head on my stomach, my fingers in her hair. There was something so natural about this.
“Can you teach me? I will try hard to figure out how to please you.” How could she say those things? Couldn’t she tell how much she pleased me? “I will try not to disappoint you.” That last statement made me mad. I needed her to know I wouldn’t tolerate the doubt, nor the insecurities that she had in herself. My fingers fisted in her hair without thinking, and I firmly pulled her to my face. She didn’t fight me, didn’t flinch, not even a slight protest. She just let me pull her hair and tilt her face roughly to get her ultimate attention.
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