Taming Kat

by Aubrey Cara

  Shit, shit, shit. I really don’t need this. Rubbing her back I give her a “there, there,” wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do now. I’m not one to play the knight in shining freaking armor. This is a prime example of why I date hardass chicks that avoid emotional displays. Who needs a regular diet of this shit? That fact alone makes it even more shocking when I hear myself say, “I think there's a twenty-four-hour diner around here. Why don't we go get coffee and I'll take you to your car?”

  “Oh my god, thank you. That would be nice,” she says, patting my chest. “You're so nice. And sweet.” She moves in to kiss me and I jerk back a little. I’m hella attracted to her, but I’m not the kind of guy who takes advantage of the needy desperate women. Undeterred, this girl drops to her knees, working my belt buckle.

  For a moment I can’t move. I can barely breath, standing transfixed by the beautiful blonde on her knees undoing my fucking belt. Under different circumstances I'd find out how far she could take me. See how her luscious lips would look wrapped around my cock, but now—I give myself a mental slap. My mother was like her. A gorgeous whore. Who knows how many times this girl has 'thanked' men on her knees. I refuse to be like the men who had used my mother.

  Disgusted with myself by how much I want to let her do it, by how much I want to slide my dick to the back of her throat ‘til she chokes a little, I grab a fistful of her hair and yank back. “Whoa, did I say you could suck my dick?”

  I know it’s the wrong thing to say. I know it’s not even in the realm of being nice. But I’m beyond caring. I’m pissed she’s putting me in this situation in the first place. Still, it feels like I kicked a puppy when she pushes away from me and starts crying again.

  Fucking hell. Running a hand through my hair, I stomp to the door, only to turn back around and walk over to where she sits crouched against the wall, big silent tears tracking down her face.

  “Look. You're a pretty girl. You don't have to suck dick just because a guy's nice to you.”

  “Fuck you,” she spits, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of her purse.

  “You're being childish.”

  “You're being childish,” she mocks, making a face as she lights her cigarette.

  I clench my jaw so hard my teeth hurt. I don’t even know why I’m still in this room. I need to walk right out that door and let her fend for herself. Instead I find myself crouched down in front of her, grabbing her chin to make her look up at me. “You want to repeat that?”

  She has the audacity to blow smoke in my face and kick me in the fucking shin.

  I grab the cigarette from her hand and smash it under my foot, not caring that it’s probably burning the carpet as I haul her up off the floor.

  “Hey!” is all she gets out as I pull the armless office chair over. In one move, I sit down and have her upended over my lap. One leg thrown over her kicking legs.

  “What are you doing?!”

  “Teaching you a lesson, princess.” I tear down her panties as I lift her skirt. Not even hesitating before I start to bring down the flat of my hand on her ass.

  “What?! NO!”

  The music outside the office door thumps in beat with my racing heart as she clutches my ankle, hollering up a storm. The sound drowns out the crack of my hand on her ass. I work her luscious globes over until they glow red and she stops fighting. Only then do I slow. Rubbing and slapping in a different cadence than before.

  Now that the angry haze of the moment has cleared, I can’t take my eyes off her little pink pussy on full display below her painted cheeks. Ho-ly Christ. Princess has porn pussy. Fucking high end, classy porn pussy. Completely devoid of hair, it looks perfect in every way. I can’t help but squeeze down on a rosy globe before giving it a sharp slap, again and again. When she starts squirming and moaning over my hard-as-nails aching cock I can’t stop myself from running my fingers over her perfect bare slit.

  Wet.

  So fucking wet I have to sink a finger inside her heat. Warm and tight.I can easily imagine what it would look like with her pussy lips stretched wide around my cock. Hell, what it would feel like.

  My cock pushes up against the fly of my jeans, loving where my thoughts are going. Pulling out, I circle her eager clit that’s peeking out at me, before pushing two fingers inside her.

  She rewards me with a gasp as she pushes her hips back on my hand. She clutches my leg even harder, digging her nails in. I hardly even notice as I watch her honey spill out of her a little more with every pump of my fingers into the tight clasp of the fucking hottest pussy I’ve ever experienced.

  “Is that what you like, princess?” Her eager mewls of pleasure let me know that it is. “That's right,” I say, feeling the tightening of her walls. “You're close aren't you?” Curling my fingers into the front of her cunt, I work it hard, feeling her beginning to tremble. “Don't fight it, baby girl. Come on daddy's fingers.”

  Her startled gasp rings out in the room even as she comes hard with a low moan. Her body arches as enough of her honey spills out to make a wet spot on my jeans. Jesus H. Her body bows again, a hoarse cry coming from her throat this time as her cunt contracts down on my finger so hard I nearly come in my pants.

  Still breathing hard she slides from my lap, standing up on shaky legs. When I move to steady her, she holds out a staying hand. “Whoa. No. I'm good,” she says. Her glazed over baby blues meet my eyes with a wary look as she pulls her pink lacy panties up. Snatching her purse off the floor, she stumbles to the door, not looking back at me.

  Shit.

  As quick as I can I plant my hand on the door right as she is about to open it. “Going somewhere?”

  “Yeah, look. This was...interesting, but I think I'll find my own ride home.” She says this staring at the door. She sniffs loudly and I know she’s crying again.

  “Who the hell are you going to find to drive you home?”

  “I'm sure it won't be too hard,” she says swiping away the smudges of makeup under her eyes.

  For a moment I’d forgotten she was the same girl who was going to blow me just because I’d offered her a ride. The idea of her giving that same offer to some other asshole pisses me the hell off. “So you're going to take your chances with some other stranger?”

  “That was the idea,” she says, irritation evident in her tone.

  “Everyone out there is half in the bag,” I say, completely annoyed with myself as well as her.

  She shrugs.

  The rational part of my brain is telling me to let her effing go and be someone else's problem. I’m not feeling very rational though. My dick wants to pound its way through my jeans and I feel like punching a wall. “You gonna go give someone out there the same offer you gave me?”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Tsk, tsk princess. That kind of talk will earn you another spanking,” I practically growl this in her ear, and delight in her shiver. I know I’m being an asshole but hell if I can stop it.

  She bites out, “I hate you.”

  “Good thing you don't have to like me to ride in my car.”

  “Get bent.”

  “Is that an invitation?”

  She growls behind gritted teeth in indignation, stamping a foot. Hell if the move doesn’t make me want to push her against the door and fuck the sass out of her. She wants to kick me. I can see it in her eyes. “Why the hell won’t you just let me go?”

  “Because at some point this evening you decided to appoint me your white fucking knight. So, we're going to go out there, you're going to hop your pretty little ass into my car, and I'm going to drive you wherever the hell you need to go. Is that understood?”

  She turns to look at me with her arms crossed over her chest. Her mouth in a straight line. Her bright, blue eyes spitting fire. She nods once.

  Good enough. I take her hand in a firm grip, just in case she has any ideas of running off, and I lead her out through the party, still in full swing. Outside the air is crisp and cool. I’m tempted to ask if she's b
rought a coat, but if she answered with something stupid like “it hadn't gone with this outfit,” I’d be more than a little tempted to spank her again.

  Without a word she gets in my old 4Runner, uncomfortably shifting in her seat as she sits.

  Good. I hope she remembers tonight's spanking the next time she wants to wander off with a stranger. The thought of her doing just that makes my jaw clench. My dick still aches and I take the opportunity to adjust myself as I walk around the back of the vehicle.

  We haven’t gotten halfway down the road before she whines, “Do we have to listen to this?”

  I’d been listening to a hard rock station on my way to the party. I wave my hand. “By all means, princess. Listen to whatever the hell you want.”

  “Thanks. I will.”

  She changes it to a freaking pop station and I roll my eyes. Katy Perry's song I Kissed A Girl comes on and I mentally sing, “I spanked a girl and I liked it.” And I had. It had been a long while since I really got to spank a chick.

  Most of the women I date are the independent, feminist types. They may like to play at submission in the sack on occasion but would slug first and ask questions later if I even thought about spanking them when my dick wasn't buried up to their eyeballs.

  It was damned frustrating for a man like myself. I glance over at Candi. She’s sitting primly with her hands in her lap, looking out the window. Her lips are pursed like she's just eaten something sour. I wonder if she's ever been spanked before. I’m guessing she hasn't by how surprised she seemed by the whole thing. Including how hard she'd gotten off with my dirty talk. It makes me wonder if she'd be the kind of girl that likes getting spanked in and out of the bedroom.

  My curiosity is piqued and I’m wondering if maybe I’d read her wrong. “So, do you work around here?”

  She gives me a quick look before staring back out the window. “I waitress at a bar.”

  Well, she wasn’t the pampered princess but she was still a hot mess. Although... “Do you go to school?” She does seem like she belongs in a sorority somewhere.

  This time she fidgets with her hands and shakes her head. “Nope.” She seems somewhat embarrassed by this. Interesting.

  “You know, it's never too late, if that's something you want to do—”

  “Look. It's really nice that you're driving me to my car, but I've had a completely shit night. Can we just skip the small talk?”

  I shrug. I had thought I’d been nice to get her off. Some people didn't appreciate things like a good orgasm. I sure as hell would appreciate one right about now. It definitely would make my night much better.

  Reaching over, I change the station to classic rock. She doesn’t say anything and seems to have relaxed a little by the time we pull into the chain restaurant where an old Jeep Renegade sits under a street light, all by its lonesome. I wonder if she'd had enough sense to park under the light, or if she'd just gotten lucky. Thinking back to her choices this evening from her idiot boyfriend, to going off with some stranger, I figure she'd gotten lucky.

  “That's me,” she said popping the door open as soon as I pull into the spot next to the jeep.

  “I'll see you around, princess,” I toss out, just wanting to irritate her.

  “Not if I see you first,” she says not turning.

  I watch as she goes to her vehicle, her long limbs illuminated by the street light. The wind molding her little outfit to her killer bod, blowing the skirt of her dress up until it nearly shows her gorgeous ass. Jesus H. she is a hot one. It's too bad I don’t date the hot mess, needy types. And she has hot mess written all over her. I may crave spanking and having the upper hand in a relationship, but I’m not a white knight. I’ve never had a hero complex, like so many guys I know have. I don’t want some chick I’d have to bail out of one problem after another. I don’t need to saddle myself with some helpless female like my mother.

  The thought makes my chest ache, and I rub the spot as I watch her drive off.

  It’s not until I’m driving down the road that I realize I hadn't gotten her full name. It doesn’t matter, I rationalize. It’s not like I’m ever going to see that bit of trouble ever again.

  But still...

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