Only the top quarter fit into my mouth, and I used my hands to cover the rest. After only a few strokes I felt the need to give him more. He’d given me so much, after all.
I pulled my mouth from him and noticed the look he gave me, his expression one of confusion. But he quickly understood what I was up to ‘when I got on my back and let my head fall over the side of the bed. He smiled and put his cock into my mouth. In that position, I could take him all in, but he’d have to do the moving.
His dick slid into my mouth and hit the back of my throat, making me gag a bit, but he pushed it further down. I closed my eyes as tears began to fall—not because I was in pain, but just a natural reaction to gagging. He moved slowly at first, gradually thrusting faster and faster until he shot his load straight down my throat.
“God!” he shouted as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Fuck!” He breathed heavily as he sat on the bed, huffing and puffing. “No one’s ever done that for me. I’ve always been told I’m too big.”
I sat up, and he turned his head to look at me. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling extraordinarily pleased with myself. “You’re not too big; you’re just right. For me, anyway.”
A smile crept across his face, and he tossed me onto my back and kissed me hard. Our tastes converged, and we both groaned with how well they went together.
When he mounted me, I spread my legs wide for him and he slid right in, his cock hard once more, stretching me to fit his size. It burned, and I moaned with the pain. But then it felt amazing. He was hitting deeper in me than I’d ever been hit. Our bodies worked each other with a force I’d never known.
When we both came at the same time, our eyes locked. I felt it all so deeply. He stilled inside me as we tried to catch our breaths. We just stared at each other, his arms braced on either side of my head, panting like animals. I had no idea what he was thinking. But I had my own thoughts to focus on.
This can’t be real!
Chapter 5
Nixon
Our time together passed much too quickly. Katana and I did everything I could think of, and not once did she seem the least bit apprehensive about anything I did to her. For a couple of complete strangers, we connected in a way that felt as if we’d known one another forever.
We’d only had a couple of hours of sleep before the driver I’d hired was expected to arrive to take me to the airport, where I’d hop on the company jet back to L.A. I had work to get to.
When I rolled over to wake her, I saw her mask had come off as she slept. Mine had stayed on, but I pulled it off as I gazed at her.
Katana’s face was just as gorgeous as I’d thought it would be. I’d pulled her dark hair out of the braid at one point during our night, and the long strands were everywhere. She looked like an angel as she slept, her lips swollen from all the kissing we’d done. I pushed a lock of hair off her face, and she moaned a bit before her eyes fluttered open.
I couldn’t stop the smile that took over my mouth—she looked too perfect. “Hi.”
“Hi,” she replied with a stretch. Then her hand came up to caress my cheek. “You’re even more handsome without the mask.”
“And you’re even more beautiful without yours,” I kissed her cheek. “Did you sleep well?” Before she could answer, I pulled her into my arms, holding her in a way I rarely did with anyone, especially not anyone I’d done this sort of thing with.
She cuddled into my chest. “You wore me out completely. I slept like a baby. Not even a dream made it through.”
With a chuckle, I agreed, “We did seem to give it our all, didn’t we?”
“I should think so. It’ll tide me over for quite some time,” she said then rolled off me and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom.
I watched her round ass, admiring the dimple at the top of each cheek as she left the room. And I caught myself sighing. “What have you done to me, you little vixen?”
The sex had been better than any I could recall. She felt better in my arms and underneath me than anyone ever had. But this was a one-time thing.
Sure, I could probably call her up now and then and see if she’d like to have another one-nighter, but that wasn’t really how I liked to do things. I preferred to hit it and quit it. It kept things uncomplicated, and that was my goal.
I heard the shower running and decided now was the time to call the front desk and have something sent up for her to wear home. “Rhoda speaking. How may I help you, Mr. Slaughter?”
“I need some clothes sent up in size two.” I’d checked the tag on her naughty nighty to get her size. She had red heels so I ordered something that would match them. “Can you send up a black dress? Something nice and expensive. Matching bra and panties too.” I had to guess on the size of that. “The bra is a thirty-two D. And if you find a nice necklace that would accent it, please add that on; money isn’t a concern. I want the best of everything. And please have it delivered to my room as quickly as you can.”
“Yes, sir. Give me half an hour, and I’ll have it sent right up.”
I hung up the hotel phone and went to the closet to retrieve my clothes for the trip back home. My cell rang, and I went back to get it, seeing it wasn’t a number I had in my contacts. “Hello?”
“Hey, is this Nixon?” a man asked me.
“Yes. And this is?” I looked in the mirror at my stubbled cheeks. Maybe I’ll grow my beard out, I thought to myself. A little something to remind me of last night.
“This is Owen Cantrell. You gave me your card last night. I was just calling to check on you. I lost track of you last night and wanted to be sure you made it out safely.”
“Um, yeah, I made it out all right.” I had no idea why he’d be worried about something like that.
He soon told me why. “That was some scene, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever been more afraid in my entire life.”
“Of what?” I asked, as I was clearly in the dark.
“The explosions, of course,” he enlightened me.
“Explosions?”
“Yeah,” he went on. “Wait, did you leave before that happened?”
“I did.” I walked back to the bed and sat down, feeling a little lightheaded. “So there were explosions? Was anyone hurt, or worse?”
“Thankfully no one was hurt. We all managed to make it out of there somehow.” He stopped, and I heard him make a smacking sound. “I’m sorry. I just had to give my wife a kiss. It was like we almost lost each other last night. It was awful. The Dungeon of Decorum seems like it’s probably at an end. It was completely destroyed.”
“I can’t believe it,” I mumbled. “What time did this happen?”
“Hell, I can’t even begin to tell you that. I couldn’t think straight until a little while ago. I was definitely suffering from a bit of shock. I just keep thinking how close my wife and I came to meeting our maker.”
“Wow. Looks like I dodged a bullet. Glad I found someone and we left early.” And I was glad of that for a couple other reasons too.
“Well, you and I need to hang out a bit when we get back to Los Angeles. I’d like to see you some time before New Year’s Eve. Catch you later, Nixon,” he said, then hung up.
My eyes flew to the bathroom door, where Katana was coming out. She’d wrapped her perfect body in a fluffy pink towel. “Did I hear you talking to someone?”
“Yeah,” I said as I put my cell down on the nightstand. “Seems we’ll never be going back to that club again.”
Her dark brows rose. “And why might that be?”
“It’s destroyed. Some explosions occurred. I don’t know the full story. One of my buddies from the club just called to ask if I had made it out okay.” I got up and walked straight to her, gathering her into my arms, still naked as the day I was born. “I’m so glad I got you out of there before anything happened, Katana.”
“My God, Nix. How lucky are we?” she asked, and I felt a chill run through her as her body shook a bit.
She’d called me Nix. My mo
ther called me that. No one else ever had. I had a reputation that usually stopped anything like that. But I loved the way it sounded coming out of her mouth.
Pulling back, I didn’t let her go as I looked at her with a smile on my face. “Nix, huh? Okay, I’ll give you that one. But does that mean I get to call you Kat?”
With a sigh, she gave me a weak smile. “I don’t know if we’ll be doing anymore calling each other anything. When we leave here, this is over. No strings. I recall how this all works. We had one hot night, and there’ll be nothing more. I know the rules. I’m not going to bother you.”
I’d kind of like her to bother me.
I nodded, knowing she had had to sign something at the club that held her to that promise. But it didn’t stop me from feeling a bit bad about it.
I genuinely liked the woman. “You do have my number if you really need me. Not that I think you would—but if you do, you have it.”
“I won’t use it.” She turned her head. “That’s not what either of us went to that club for, right? One hot night of crazy sex is what we went there for, and we got that.” She looked back at me, and I saw something shimmer in the backs of her blue eyes. Her hands moved up my arms, reaching up to cradle my face. “I’ll keep the memory of last night locked away in my mind forever, Nixon Slaughter. It’s my most cherished one so far.” She kissed my lips softly.
Now it was my turn to feel the chill, and my body quaked for a moment. I tightened my hold on her, pulling her closer to me and kissing her back in a way I’d never done with another one-night stand sub.
A knock on the door interrupted what was sure to turn into another sexual escapade. My brain was thankful; my cock was not. “That would be your clothes. Put them on while I shower. Don’t you dare leave. I’ll have the driver I hired take you home after he takes me to the airport. I’d get you home first but I’ve got to go in to the office once I get back home. Most days are work days for me.”
“Okay,” she said with a smile. “That’s very sweet of you.”
Sweet? Was I being sweet?
I let her go and walked away, knowing I wasn’t being myself with her. I was anything but sweet. Back in L.A I was known for my aloofness and for never dating anyone for more than a couple weeks. Most of the time, business occupied my mind. I’d been accused of being neglectful by my dates, answering calls at dinner, getting up and walking away, leaving my dates alone with no explanation as to why.
As I showered, I tried to think about business to get my head back in working order, but Katana kept popping into my mind with memories of her sweet smile or her hot kiss.
I had to hurry up and get sexy little Katana home and away from me. Her hooks seemed to be sinking into me, and I couldn’t have that at all.
Part Two
Chapter 6
Katana
Sitting down at my computer to get to work on a new book cover, I still wore the gorgeous dress Nix bought me. We’d parted ways only a couple of hours before, and his goodbye kiss still tingled on my lips.
I stared blankly at the computer screen. My mind couldn’t focus on anything other than the events of last night. When my cell rang, I jumped and looked at it, hoping it might be him.
But it couldn’t be him. He didn’t have my number. I had his, though I’d never call it. It wasn’t a sub’s place to call her Master, even if their pact was only for one night.
Blyss’s name lit up my phone, and I answered the call. “Hi, Blyss. How’s it going?”
“You sound way too calm, Katana. Didn’t you go to the club last night?” she asked.
“I did, and I left it only a short time after I arrived, as the most handsome Dom picked me before I had a chance to see much of the club you’ve told me so much about.” I got up and walked to the window to look outside as I conjured up the memory of the first time I’d laid eyes on Nix.
Blyss’s voice pulled me out of my reverie before I could really start daydreaming about the man. “So you weren’t in the club when all the chaos ensued then?”
Oh, that! “No. No, he and I left very early, thank God. Someone from the club called him and told him about it. Seems we dodged a bullet there.”
“That you did.” She seemed to be a lot calmer than before. “Okay, so this Dom, tell me all about him and what you guys did.”
I leaned my shoulder against the window pane and sighed. “He was the best lover I’ve ever had. Not that I’ve had that many. Okay, I’ve had two, and it’s been over a year since I’ve had sex of any kind.”
“You haven’t even masturbated?” she interrupted me.
“That’s personal!” I laughed. “But no, not even that. Maybe it seemed so intense and hugely satisfying because of that, I don’t know. But it was electric, and I can’t stop thinking about it. Is it possible to have a sex hangover, Blyss?”
She laughed. “I’ve had more than one of those. But then when you have a man as intense as mine, you get a thorough fucking at least once a month, with major fucks most days.”
“So that’s what it would be like if I had a long-term thing with a Dom?” I asked as the idea did things to my insides that made me quiver.
“Does last night have you thinking about finding yourself a full-time Dom, Katana?” she asked with a hint of humor in her voice.
“Well, not just any Dom would do. But my guy wasn’t into anything that lasts longer than one night. He doesn’t even live in this city.” I moved away from the window and went to sit back down.
“So was he able to get all that pent-up stress out of you? I know you had one hell of a crazy schedule last week—you were going insane.” She laughed again. “I hope he got that off your back.”
All the stress had melted away, and it had to be because of him. “Oh, yeah, he got rid of all that. Much better than the masseuse my friend recommended.”
She giggled knowingly. “I bet.”
Running my hand through my hair, I released the scent of the hotel shampoo and an image of Nixon flashed in my head. I had to think about something else. “So, how’s the hubby, Blyss? Is Troy doing okay?”
“He’s doing well. We’re about to take the kids out to window shop for Christmas presents,” she told me. “We do that every year so they can let us know all the things they want, and then we surprise them with a few of them on Christmas. It’s a fun tradition we’ve had for a few years.”
“Christmas already?” I had to ask. “It’s barely the day after Halloween.”
“Yeah, I know. This is the traditional day that we do this thing. That way we have lots of time to make sure we get them what they really want. I always have my Christmas shopping done before Thanksgiving. Because the day after Thanksgiving we set up the Christmas tree and I have presents ready to go right away. We’re big on the holidays in this family.”
“I’m glad you’ve found yourself a big family to live and love with. You deserve it all, Blyss,” I gushed. She’d been the best person I’d ever met while in the foster care system.
“Aw, thanks, Katana. You know you deserve happiness too.” She paused, and I could tell her wheels were spinning. “I worry about you sometimes. You stay alone too much, holed up in your little apartment in Portland, making those book covers. I know you’re making good money and all, but it takes away from your social life. You really need to get out more. Make a habit of it. Stop working at five or six, get yourself dolled up and go out instead of working all night.”
“I don’t know.” The thought of going out and maybe ending up in bed with another guy just hit me the wrong way all of a sudden. I knew I didn’t belong to Nixon, but there was something that told me I’d be disappointed if I went to bed with another man. Plus, I couldn’t think about anyone else at that moment, still overwhelmed by our amazing night together. “I’m not into clubbing. The only reason I registered with The Dungeon of Decorum is because of the safety net it provided me. No abuse is tolerated, and I had a number to call if that occurred.”
“Yeah, I know that b
astard did a number on you back then. Do you know if he’s still in jail or not?” she asked with concern etching her voice.
I didn’t know a thing about the man who’d left permanent scars on my body, brain, and heart. “I don’t know anything about him. It’s been four years since I left Flagstaff. As far as I know, he doesn’t have a clue where I moved. Lyle Strickland is a man I try hard not to think about.” I paused for a moment, reflecting on the relationship I’d had two years after I left Lyle, after I’d moved to Portland. “I know he’s the main reason it didn’t work out with Jimmy, too. I just never trusted him the entire six months we were together.”
“I know how hard it is to find that trust again. I’ve had my fair share of torture in the past. Not that I want to get into any of that. That’s all better off left alone. Well, I better get going. I can hear the kids putting up a fuss already. Love you, Katana.”
“I love you too, Blyss. I’ll call you again soon. Have fun. Bye.” I ended the call and leaned my head back, thinking about my past.
When Lyle had come onto me just after I turned nineteen, I’d thought I had hit the jackpot. He was older, twenty-five, and so dominant. I suppose I liked that sort of thing because I’d never had anyone care that much about me. I took it as a sign that he really loved me.
Turned out, he really loved controlling my every move, and then he really loved beating the shit out of me. My bruises and broken bones healed, but my heart and soul were left in rough shape.
Even if Nixon Slaughter were knocking down my door trying to date me, I wasn’t in any shape to be the woman for him. Still having my moments of being an emotional wreck at times proved I wasn’t ready to be anyone’s girl.
Poor Jimmy had got the shit end of the stick when he got with me. As a couple of years had passed since the horror show with Lyle, I’d thought I was over everything. Jimmy was anything but dominating. Poor guy was a pushover. I suppose that’s why things ended so fast between us. I pushed him to lord over me, but that wasn’t for him. He couldn’t do it.
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