by Cynthia Dane
We leave, disconnected thanks to trying to keep a low profile from people who may recognize us… and because the feeling between us has changed. We’re no longer flirty. He doesn’t act like he’s itching to touch me as we get into a cab. In fact, we’re pretty quiet as the taxi rolls down the street and takes us to the concert hall on the other side of town.
The show has already started when we arrive. The usher recognizes Ian and escorts us to the private balcony right away. My family was never much into music. I was the strange child buying up CDs and then MP3s later on. So, unlike the Mathers, we don’t have anything named after us here. Sometimes even this rich bitch can have a new thrill.
The balcony is small. Seats maybe five people. So it’s plenty cozy for two people sitting next to one another and enjoying the darkness as the lights focus on the orchestra below.
The moment I sit down, I feel Ian’s hands on me. He touches me under the guise of removing my coat, but his hands linger – right on my breasts, his mouth in my ear.
“When we’re done here, we’re going back to my place. I have plans for you.”
Bristling, I decide to play his coy game. “Sit your ass down, Mathers. I’ve got plans for you first.”
Chapter 4
KATHRYN
This is the most talented orchestra in the region, and the conductor has won several awards over the years. In fact, he’s so famous that he headlines the entire event.
I don’t care.
I only care about Ian.
He’s even more handsome in this lack of light. There are a couple of nightlights on the ground so we can see our way in and out of the balcony, but for the most part it’s so dark that I can barely make out his profile in the shadows. Something mysterious surrounds him, and I realize it’s that I can’t tell what he’s thinking if I can’t see his expressions.
This is a date, Kathryn. You don’t have to keep your hands to yourself.
If we were a sweet couple, I would hold his hand. Except I gotta admit the thought of holding his hand makes me laugh. Who am I? Some doe-eyed virgin?
No. Hell no.
At first I feel no reaction as I slip my hand between his legs and feel his thighs. His trousers are hot, full of his body heat and so luxurious that I get caught up in the feel of fabric as opposed to my mission at, uh, hand.
Namely grazing my fingers against his cock, which isn’t erect… yet.
“Kathryn,” he mutters, loud enough for me to hear above the music. “This is a fancy place. What you’re doing does not carry a lot of propriety.”
I curl my hand around his cock, feeling it harden in my hand. If only he could see the grin on my face.
“Fuck propriety,” I coo into his ear. “I’m on a date with a handsome man and want to spoil him. Doesn’t he want me to spoil him?”
“I’m supposed to be doing the spoiling.”
“You’re not supposed to be doing anything.” My fingers find his zipper and lower it before he can protest. He’s definitely not protesting when I feel the length of his erect cock. “Besides enjoying yourself.”
“That can certainly be arranged.”
This isn’t my first time giving a guy a handjob in a theater or concert hall. When I was younger – too young to get into places like The Dark Hour – the best way to get a guy off outside of the house was to find a dark abode and get a mutual fingering. In fact, I learned most of my oral skills in dark places like this.
Currently I’m content to watch him and the orchestra – and to feel his thick cock in my grip as I massage his length and pinch my fingers over his tip. He tenses and relaxes, his hand rubbing my knee beneath the hem of my dress.
“Did you know that the conductor has performed in over fifty different countries?” That factoid comes from a poster down in the lobby.
“Hush,” Ian says, gravel in his throat.
“Now, don’t be a Dom, remember?”
“I don’t tell you to the shut the hell up as a Dom. I tell you to be quiet as a man listening to music and getting a handjob.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be quiet,” I tease. “Maybe I want to constantly remind you that I’m here.”
“You know what would shut you up?”
“Indeed I do.” I hold my grip on him, pushing my ass back to the side of my seat as I toss my hair out of the way and lower my head toward his lap. He wants me to shut up? I need to find other ways to keep my mouth preoccupied.
I’m glad we’re not playing kinky games. Not our kind of kinky games, since I’m sure many vanilla people would find what I’m doing plenty kinky. Ha. They have no idea.
But those kinky games? They would make me feel uncomfortable at the moment. Especially after what happened the last time I gave this man a blowjob. In private.
I don’t worry about him pushing me off him so he can come on me, let alone my face. I don’t worry about that because he’s assured me over and over that tonight isn’t about domination and submission. It’s about what feels right. Right now? This feels so fucking right.
Ian’s tip is wide. In fact, it’s one of the widest parts of his cock, which is so delightful that it gives me trembles thinking of him fucking me between the legs. That initial point of penetration always makes me cry out the loudest. All those nerve endings right around my opening… ah, I’m squirming in my seat!
His hand strokes the top of my head before gently tugging on my hair. He’s not pulling it. He’s not being a Dom. Like he said, he’s being a man getting a blowjob.
Good.
My lips tease his tip, my tongue tasting precum. The more I take into my mouth, the more I try not to smile – naturally, as my teeth graze his skin as I promised they would a while ago. So many shivers rip through him, my hair pulling against my scalp beneath the pressure of his grip. Right now, my only thoughts are on Ian’s cock, which is slipping nicely down my throat, past my relaxed gag.
I’ve sucked thick cocks before. Best part about male subs is that most of them are packing. (If they’re not, they want to make sure I tell them they’re not. Different strokes for different folks, even in the kink world.) Yet Ian’s is different. Of course it’s different! Why would it be like anyone else’s? What I mean is that it fills my mouth in such a unique way. His strong scent relaxes my mind and makes me hunger for more. His sack feels so nice beneath my fingers, and they dig to find it within his trousers.
Let me tell you how satisfying it is to ease my mouth off him, to feel my puckered lips kiss his tip before parting to take him in again. Quiet groans of approval filter into my ear as Ian learns to sit back and enjoy it. However, I know he’ll only last so long.
I look forward to destroying him in this balcony.
Soon. It’s definitely on its way. The man probably hasn’t come yet today, and here I am, blowing him away with everything I’ve learned over the years. I up my tempo, swallowing him, pulling off him, sucking on the head of his cock while jerking his shaft. My teeth tug at his flesh; his hands tighten on my shoulder and scalp. Pretty soon, Ian’s thrusting upward, fucking my lips, my mouth, my throat. Precum spreads across my tongue.
I hum when he’s in my throat. A louder groan echoes in the balcony, and soon Ian’s hips are jerking, thrusting so fast that I can barely keep pace with my breaths.
Do it, Ian. Come in my throat. Make me swallow your fucking load.
His fingers dig into my scalp. His breath stills in his body. One grunt erupts, then silence, his cock pulsing in my mouth as it gets ready to come.
Ah, there it is. His scent overwhelms me. I’ve got one second to get ready.
My throat is full, not only with his cock, but with the first gush of seed to overtake me tonight. I don’t choke. I’m ready. My nails are in his thigh as I brace myself for more, swallowing it as quickly as it enters my throat.
I know by now that Ian will burst up to four times. The first is a warning. The second is the largest, coating my tongue and the back of my t
hroat so it’s so slick. Then the third comes, everything that couldn’t come with that second one. The fourth one is the remnants. I take it all, letting it wash down my throat and across my tongue, his taste so, so strong.
As he relaxes into his seat, spent, I pull my mouth off his cock and give it a couple more strokes. It’s softening in my hand. Some seed falls from the corner of my mouth and I let it drip across his tip, falling down his shaft and touching my fingers. My fingers spread across his abdomen, my signal that I want him to give me some affection.
He does. A simple rub on the head, fingers brushing against my cheek as he pushes my hair out of the way.
When I’m satisfied with my handiwork, I sit up, letting my covered lips touch his throat as he puts himself away. He doesn’t stop me. Ian isn’t shy about his seed, unlike a lot of guys I’ve been with.
That turns me on.
“Shit, Katie.” He lets me rub his chest and suck lightly on his throat, his hand touching my arm and then my leg. “That was amazing.”
I nibble his ear. His hair tickles my nose. Hair that smells so good. I don’t know what products he puts in it, but I hope he never stops. “I love it when you call me Katie.”
His mouth turns to mine, and he tastes himself on my lips. “I love calling you Katie.”
“I need something to call you.”
There’s a growl on the corner of my mouth. “I can think of something.”
Sir. I bet that’s it. Does he feel me grimace? “Not tonight, Mr. Mathers.”
“That works too.”
To the sounds of a lovely crescendo down on the stage, Ian kisses me with such passion that I practically melt in his arms.
It feels so good feeling safe in his embrace.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispers. “I want to take you back to my place and have all sorts of ways with you.”
I giggle, letting him see a more delicate side of me, but I don’t forget his promise from earlier.
He has plans for me.
A part of me is filled with dread. The other is filled with lustful anticipation, and I follow him out of the balcony, thinking about taking his hand into mine.
I don’t.
Chapter 5
IAN
I’m already drunk on this woman, and I’ve barely pulled her into my elevator and started kissing her.
Doesn’t matter that I don’t get to dominate her tonight. That can come later. At present, I only see her as this stunning creature that makes me lose my whole fucking mind.
I’ve been with women I can’t keep my hands off of. I’ve been with women who make me come undone in such mesmerizing ways. What I haven’t been with are women who make me completely forget who I am because I’m so consumed by who they are.
Their crevices. Their beauty. Their intriguing thoughts and what drives them to do what they do. I’ve been on the precipice of those cliffs with other women, but this is my first time thinking her name over and over in my head as I explore everything that makes her her.
She’s pinned against the elevator, mouth all over mine as her legs begin to wrap around me. Her breasts are pushed up in her dress, taunting me. I want her. I want her like I’ve wanted so many other women, and yet I’m discovering that every inch of her is something I want to get to know better.
The moment my lips leave a spot, I want to kiss it again. My mouth is so confused because like an asshole I’m making it try to do a thousand things at once.
This wasn’t part of my plan for her. I need to calm myself down.
No, what I need is to taste her.
By the time the elevator doors open to my floor, I’ve composed myself, and Katie’s smoothed out her hair and dress. I wrap my arm around her waist and direct her toward my door. We’re greeted by Saoirse, who hasn’t been fed in hours – and that’s a crime to any cat.
“Poor baby.” Kathryn bends down to pet my dying feline as I take care of the food matters. Not exactly how I want to be spending the first few seconds in my condo. “Poor baby. Daddy didn’t feed you.”
“I did too.” The moment the food hits the bowl in the kitchen, Saoirse comes running. Kathryn stands out in the living room. A million pussy jokes run through my head since I’m such a mature adult.
God, I should be nose deep in Kathryn’s cunt.
“Come here,” I say, taking her arm and leading her toward the bedroom. The lights are left on here in the living room, and I don’t give a shit. There are more pressing things I must do.
Like her.
I know I’m not supposed to be domineering tonight, but I can’t fucking help it! A woman like her is going to turn that on inside of me. I’ll need to take her. I’ll need to constrict her movements, to tell her what she’s doing to me and punish her for it. I need – need – to hear her come five-million times. Preferably on my tongue and cock.
Press her down.
Feel her writhe beneath my body.
Feel her constrict around my cock, siphoning every last drop of my seed out of me. Bare.
Right. My plans.
Katie acts as if we’re going to bed. She’s wrong. As she eyes me suspiciously, I direct her to the en suite bathroom, which I’ve equipped with candles ready to be lit.
Vanilla. Lavender. Women like those soft and sensual scents. Fuck that. I’ve got cinnamon and jasmine up in here. I like spicy. Katie is a spicy woman who can appreciate the same tastes.
Sure enough, she laughs when I start lighting the candles and turn off the overhead light. “What is this? You’re foregoing fucking me for romance?”
I draw her into my arms, inhaling the scent of her equally spicy perfume over the burning candles creating the perfect ambiance. “You have no idea what I’m foregoing.”
“Tell me.”
Her ass is firm in my hands as I drive my nose into her throat. “Fucking you senseless.”
“Hard already after that hummer?”
“For you? I’m always fucking hard.”
I tear away from her long enough to turn on the faucets in my tub. I’m not an insecure man. Bubble bath is plenty, the soap mingling beneath the running water as I take off my jacket and toss it toward the covered toilet. Katie kicks off her flats behind me.
“Don’t get undressed.” When she frowns, I explain, “Leave me something to do, my darling.”
I’ve got a million names for her. Katie. Babe. Darling. Who knew a month ago that I would feel this way about her? The more time I spend with Kathryn, the more I want to come up with naughty names and hear her scream mine in ecstasy.
As the water and bubbles fill my huge tub, I pull her back into my arms and kiss her, hard. Her fingers play at my buttons and zipper. I let her. Fuck, do I let her.
“Did I tell you that there are plans?”
“You might have said that,” she says on my lips.
My plan is simple. As I ease her toward the tub and sit her down on the edge, my only thought is making her come before the bath fills with water.
She braces herself on the edge. I open her legs and kneel between them. As she tosses her head back, the tips of her blond hair getting wet in the water, I pull aside her silk panties and plunge my tongue into her wet, warm slit.
I don’t hold back. I want her to feel as wild as I did in the concert hall, where she sucked my cock so well that I almost shouted loud enough to drown out the music. I’m glad I finished inside her throat this time. As satisfying as it was to come on her face weeks ago, to mark her and put her in her place, this is about intimacy… and there’s nothing more intimate than feeling a throat on your cock, that lovely woman pouring all her attention into making you come as hard as possible.
It’s only right that I give back.
“Oh my God.” Kathryn opens her legs wider, almost losing her balance and falling into the water. “Fuck me…”
I do. With my tongue, my hands gripping her thighs and hips as she bucks against my face.
The water is rapidly filling the tub. If we’re not careful – or quick – we’ll end up soaked from the water overflowing. I’m a determined man, however, and I’ve set out with the challenge of making this woman come before it’s time to get in the bath.
She grabs my hair, my scalp, the edge of the tub. Kathryn fucks my face, her swollen clit pushing against my tongue every time it lashes out to taste her.
Wetness – and not from the faucet – overcomes my lips as we press on. She’s a maniac, grinding against my face, humping my mouth, and losing herself on my skin. Every time I inhale, I smell her scent. It’s getting stronger. Stronger. Stronger. The sweet menagerie of her voice and the running water is getting me hard, but I forego touching myself so I can touch nothing but her.
“Ian…” I love the way she says my name. “Eee-yan.” The sound is so desperate and drawn out. “Ian!”
Gushing. The heat smacks me in the face, and I greedily eat her, letting my tongue lap up everything tumbling onto it. She’s coming into my mouth, and fuck me sideways, it’s the hottest thing that’s happened tonight.
Her writhing gradually slows, and she eases me off her and shuts off the faucet. The water is at the perfect height. Kathryn looks at me, glowing, her dress falling off and begging me to undress her.
So I do.
Our movements are slow in the candlelight. She mutters sweet nothings into my ear as I untie her halter and help her shimmy out of the red dress. My lips suck the necklace dipping into her cleavage until she unclasps it and lets it fall onto the dress. Her panties fall with grace from her legs, and soon my darling Kathryn is naked and radiant in the candlelight.
“My hair,” she laments, holding it in her hand as I undress in front of her. “I don’t want it getting all wet. I washed it this morning.”
I open one of the counter drawers and pull out an errant hair clasp a long-ago lover left behind. Kathryn snatches it from me while I pull her hair on top of her head. It’s the messiest bun in the universe, and I love it.
I love it even more when she dips into the water, shuddering at how warm and delightful it is. As soon as I finish undressing, I join her, displacing enough water to reach the rim of the tub. My arm wraps around Katie’s shoulders and brings her close to me as I relax against the back of the tub.
