“Because, like you, I don’t enjoy giving up,” she says.
“I’m not something to keep either,” I reply.
I grab the visitor’s chair in front of my desk and twist it, holding the armrest to see where her eyes go. I want to witness her reaction, but she remains steadfast, holding my gaze as if it means the world to her that I’m looking.
But no matter how badly she may try to distract me with her beauty and wits, I don’t intend to avert my eyes.
“No, but I’d like to see where things could go,” she says.
“Things? You assume there’s more to this than just once.”
“We already passed once.”
Touché. She’s got me there.
“Lock the door,” I say.
I watch her do exactly what I ask. It’s entertaining to see how easily she responds to my commands. As if she was born to listen, but only to me.
I smirk and then sit down on the chair right in front of her, watching her reaction, her every move. With one finger, I beckon her to come forward. No words. No sound. Just the tip of my finger commanding her to walk.
And she does.
When she’s right in front of me, I say, “Take off your pants.”
She narrows her eyes. “And what makes you think I’d do that?”
My lip twitches. “Why else would you come here?”
It wasn’t a request or a demand. She can grab her bag and leave if she wants to. I’m not stopping her. I’m not even thinking about it. The only thing going through my mind right now is making her rethink her own desires. Seeing how far I can push her until she finally realizes there’s nothing more to me than just sex. Until she turns, runs, and never comes back.
But she doesn’t. Instead, her fingers gently curl around the fabric of her tight pants and roll them down. She finishes removing them by stepping out of them. Like she’s getting rid of her inhibitions, layer by layer. It’s amazing to watch.
“Panties too,” I say.
My tongue dips out when she gazes down at me, her eyes questioning. As if she’s waiting for me to do something to her—take off her clothes, ravage her, kiss her, anything. But I’m not going to give in to her that easily. I want to see how far she’ll go to get this … to get all of me.
When she’s stripped bare, I have to physically restrain myself from grabbing her and pressing my mouth between her legs. Patience is a virtue. First, she needs to be aware of the consequences of me fucking her twice.
I’m breaking all my rules for her … and I want her to know.
So I pat my lap while staring at her, and say, “Lie down on my lap. Face down.”
She swallows again as if she’s holding back the words. Fighting the need to speak up.
She doesn’t want me the way I really am … yet she can’t stop herself from needing more.
This is why we started chatting in the first place. Why we met up.
Her need for humiliation brings her to levels of shame she can’t cope with.
But in my world, shame isn’t a bad thing. It’s something to cherish. Something to revel in. Something to bask in and feed your soul with.
Shame is sin, and sinning … feels so fucking good.
And nothing beats the feel of her across my lap with that juicy ass on display.
As she lies down, her head faces toward me, but I’m not touching her. Not until she turns away and accepts whatever comes next. And after a few seconds of staring, she finally does.
Chapter 14
Kat
When his hand touches my skin, my butt cheeks clench. His hand is so warm and cold at the same time. Rugged but soft. Like he knows he means business … but wants to take it slow.
Then out of nowhere, he smacks my ass.
Pain ripples through my body, my legs … my pussy.
I squeal from the sudden onset but remain positioned where I am just from his hand resting on my ass. He gently strokes it, causing delicious sensations to dart everywhere.
Another smack has me in complete bliss.
I don’t know what it is about being handled like this, but I can’t say no. I don’t want him to stop, despite my feeling humiliated.
His smacks are hard and sharp and not at all sweet. It’s as if he wants me to feel punished. Like he intends on making me feel bad for what I did. For tracking him down, coming into his office without invitation, and for everything that happened between us.
Maybe that’s why he wanted me to lie on his lap … So he could make me feel just how much of a dirty girl I really am. And how badly I want this.
My cheeks grow warmer with every strike, and I can feel the sizzle. And with every slap of his hand coming down, he inches closer and closer to my pussy, which is already wet and buzzing.
“So … do you like this?” he asks. “Do you enjoy my hand owning your ass?”
I moan in response. “Fuck … yes.”
There’s no point in lying. I know he can tell just from my sounds. And I’m sure it won’t be long until he discovers just how wet I already am.
“You don’t even know what you’re saying …” he growls, and he smacks me again for good measures.
I’m still turned on, still convinced this is what I want.
I want him to take everything. To do every forbidden thing and more. To take me where I’m not supposed to go.
He keeps alternating which cheek to spank, and I catch myself moaning to his hits more and more. I’m not sure whether it’s the sounds I’m making or the mere contact of his hands on my body causing it, but he’s groaning slightly too. But I know for sure he’s as excited as I am when his cock grows against my belly.
Everything about this feels wrong, yet I want nothing more than his fingers diving between my legs.
As I lose myself more and more in ecstasy, his fingers slowly travel down toward my pussy, leaving delicious trails of hot flashing pain wherever he strikes. When his fingers touch my bare lips, I almost explode right there and then.
He pauses. I tense.
His dick bounces in his pants when his thumb pushes inside.
I bite my lip to stop myself from going over the edge.
I moan out loud when he thrusts into me.
“Hmm … wet already,” he murmurs, and a chuckle follows. “What a surprise.”
Is that supposed to be a snappy remark? Honestly, I don’t even care right now as long as he continues doing what he’s doing to me.
Because fuck me … does he do it good.
He touches me in all the right places with just the right amount of pressure.
Cupping my pussy, he takes me with two fingers, claiming me like I’ve never belonged to anyone else. As if he’s my first. Even though I’m not a virgin anymore, he makes me feel like I am.
His fingers expertly dart in and out, casually circling my clit to get me panting until I can’t stop moaning out loud. His dick responds to the sounds I make, bumping me in the belly to remind me of its presence. Right now, I’d do anything to take it, use it, fuck it, lick it. Anything, I’d do it as long as he makes me come.
God, I’m shameless.
Especially for a man like him …
So fucking cocky and a dick at the same time, he makes me want to jump his bones.
I’m a sucker for pain and humiliation. Always have been.
And he gives just the right amount of both to satisfy my every need.
“How does it feel to have my fingers inside you, Kitten?” he asks, his voice dark and heavy, full of lust.
God, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him calling me Kitten.
“Damn … so good.”
“Better than last time?” he muses.
Fuck, I hate that memory. But he wants it there. Plants it there on purpose just to mess with my mind.
But even though I’ll let him fuck my body, I won’t let him play with my emotions.
“I’ll take whatever you’ll give me,” I say, not giving a shit about what that means.
He could get even rougher, even harsher; the pain could be so bad I could scream. But I don’t care. Right now, all I want is for him to use me however he wants. Even if I hate every second of it, I’ll still love it in the end.
Because that’s who I am … a masochist at heart.
And the way he smacks my ass and then continues rubbing my clit as if he never stopped tells me he’s enjoying himself just as much …
Fucking sadist.
He smacks my ass again. “Anything?”
“Yes,” I reply.
“Good … I’ll hold you to that.”
I don’t have to look at him to know he’s grinning. I can hear it.
His fingers drive me wild as he says, “Come. All over my hand.”
And fuck me, do I come hard.
My legs are literally shaking, my whole body covered in goose bumps and sweat as I fall apart on his lap. I feel like a marionette whose wires have been cut. All I can do is lie on his lap and take deep breaths while my body floods with endorphins.
A sudden spanking pulls me back into the here and now, forcing my body to jolt up and down. “On your knees,” he growls.
I do what he says, crawling off his lap as if I’m some kind of pet. A real kitten, sitting right there between his firm, muscular legs while he stares down at me with content in his eyes.
That … and a hint of hunger sparkling in his pupils.
I could stare at those eyes all day long.
Fuck, what is wrong with me?
I’ve only seen him a couple of times, and most of the time, he was an asshole. I can’t fall head over heels with someone like him. Can’t let this be more than a game. Even if it’s a fucking delicious sexual game at that.
And I do like where it’s going when he brings his fingers to his mouth and takes a lick.
“Hmm …”
My whole body electrifies at the sound of his hum and his approval of my taste.
My eyes follow his hand as it trails down his shirt, where I wish he’d pull open the buttons so I could have a peek at those rippling muscles. Instead, he brings it down to his pants … and the rock-hard dick underneath.
He unzips and pulls it out.
My mouth salivates at the sight of his length. Delicious and right in front of me, it’s ready for the taking.
I lean forward, my mouth opening to take him in, but he holds it steady with his hand and says, “Don’t be greedy.”
I pause and inch back. “But I want to—”
He silences me with a finger on his lips and a soft, “Shh,” adding, “It’s my turn now.”
As our eyes lock, he starts rubbing himself. From the base to the tip, and all the way back until he’s even stiffer and longer than before. And he keeps going even though I’m literally licking my lips at the anticipation of having him in my mouth.
But he never tells me to lick him or suck him off.
Instead, he gleefully watches my reaction as he continues to jerk himself off. Not even pre-cum rolling down his shaft stops him from doing what he does best, and I know he wants me to watch. He wants me to witness what he can do to me just by making me look.
Just by using the thing I want most—to touch him—and then not giving it to me.
Fuck him. And fuck me for wanting this so badly.
After a while, he gets up and kicks back the chair, then stands right in front of me. He never stops rubbing himself, never stops looking at me with that intent gaze. Like he thinks he owns the world … like he wants to own me.
“Open your mouth,” he growls. His cock looks so damn tasty I find it hard to keep my tongue inside.
“Tongue out.”
Well, I guess that makes it easier.
I sit up straight but leave my legs parted a bit so he can peek, and when he does, a spark of enthusiasm bolts through my veins again. The look in his eyes is intense. He’s completely focused on us. I’m finding it hard to look away even though I can see him jerk off from the corner of my eyes.
And boy, does it look good. I wish he would let me have a taste.
But that’s probably the exact reason he’s not giving it to me.
Because I want it so badly, and he’s not here to give me what I want.
This is solely for him. His pleasure. My punishment.
I was greedy when I came to his office, and this is the price I pay.
But even as I realize this, I still can’t bring myself to do anything but stay on my knees in front of him with my mouth wide open, ready to accept him.
“How badly do you want it?” he asks, his voice heady. “Show me.”
I lean in with mouth open even wider than before. “Give it to me.”
“Give you what?” he groans.
“Your cock.”
“No,” he growls, still furiously jerking himself off.
So that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. What else? I can only think of one other thing. “Give me your cum.”
“And what do we say?” he murmurs.
“Please?” I add.
A devilish smile forms on his lips. “Good Kitty …”
He lathers his pre-cum all over his length, his veins bulging out of his skin. I can’t stop staring, can’t stop salivating, can’t stop wanting to inch closer, but he won’t let me.
With his thumb, he tips up my chin as I hold out my tongue.
A guttural sound emanates from his throat. A spray of cum hits my tongue and the back of my throat, covering me. I try not to gag, but it’s hard when it keeps coming. Within seconds, his spunk has covered my entire face. He finishes it with a few swipes of his tip along my cheeks.
Then his thumb pushes up, forcing me to close my mouth. “Swallow.”
Instinctively, I do what he says. The taste is salty. Delicious.
But the way he did it is what stays in my mind.
He deposited it inside me like I’m some kind of sperm bank. Like he wants me to know I’m nothing more than a cumslut. His Kitty to use as he pleases and humiliate at his discretion.
“Now smile,” he says.
In shock, I stare at him.
“What’s the matter?” He cocks his head. “Cat got your tongue?”
It’s not funny. But he’s not doing it to be funny. He wants me to hate him. To regret all this.
So instead of answering him, I smile. Widely. Despite knowing he did all of this only to dissuade me from ever wanting him again.
But it hasn’t. My infatuation has only worsened.
He tucks his cock back into his pants and bends his knees just a bit. “You wanted this, remember?”
I nod. “I did.”
“Still think it’s what you want?”
“Yes,” I reply.
No hesitation. No regret.
He frowns, clearly confused. “Why?”
“Because …” I look down at the wetness pooling between my legs, dripping on the floor. Only when I’ve seen him follow my gaze do I open my mouth again. “I like what you give me.”
Declan
I’m stunned. That was … unexpected.
I frown, staring at her for a while. Nothing about her has changed. Not her demeanor. Not her facial expression.
Well … except for all the jizz covering it right now.
My cum. Consumed by lust, I sprayed it all over her. It felt so goddamn good to fucking humiliate her like that. To give her exactly what she wanted, what she begged me for.
Yet I expected her to be upset. Angry. Hell, I expected her spit it right back at me.
Instead, she swallowed it down.
And she’s still happy. Despite me using her like some fuck doll, she’s still smiling.
That wasn’t supposed to happen.
“So what now?” she asks.
I sigh and grab the box of tissues off my desk. “Here.” I hand her a couple.
“Phew,” she says.
“What?”
“For a second there, I thought you were going to make me walk home like this,” she sa
ys, snorting right after.
I narrow my eyes. “Maybe I was.”
She glares at me for a second before rubbing the cum off her face. Now that’s the kind of gaze I like to see. The one full of contempt. The one I know and trust. The one where they all run and never come back.
I hope she doesn’t, for her sake.
She chucks the dirty tissues into the trash and puts on her panties and the sexy white pants, patting it down until it appears as though nothing happened. But I’m sure she won’t forget this encounter … The only question is will I?
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and licks her lips. “Well, that was fun,” she says. “Again another time?”
The mere suggestion sets me off. “What? No.”
“Why not?” She shrugs, raising a brow. “We both enjoyed it.”
“You know why,” I say.
“Oh, right … Secrets,” she jests, tapping her finger against her cheek. “You like keeping them.”
“Exactly.” Why do I get the feeling she likes figuring them out?
“Well …” She approaches me and starts fondling my tie, readjusting it in a very intimate way. “I promise I won’t tell anyone what happened here.”
She’d better not.
She leans in, and whispers, “It’ll be our little secret.”
The grin that follows makes my cock semi-hard.
Fuck.
She turns and flips her hair as if she owns the place. “See you again … Maybe online?” she taunts.
“Don’t count on it,” I say.
I don’t want to be harsh, but I have to be. For both our sakes.
She shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
Then she struts out the door with her head held high.
The moment the door closes, I sink down on the chair and scratch my chin.
Good God … this woman. She’s going to be the end of me.
Chapter 15
Declan
No matter how many hours and days have passed, I still can’t stop thinking about that damn girl.
KittyKat … she’s stuck in my mind like glue to paper, and I don’t know why.
It was just sex. Casual … dirty … raunchy sex.
I fucking loved it, but that doesn’t mean I can do repeats.
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