A grunt was his only reply.
I grinned, certain that he was dying to call me out on that since I was the cause.
With her thumb near her mouth and her legs tucked up, Kat looked cute enough to be some Dom’s little pet. Only this pet bit and scratched. The hair fanned out over her mouth and cheek tempted me, so I reached and rearranged the strands, placing them behind her ear. Whenever I caught her unawares, Kat’s upturned nose, innocent eyes, and small chin made me think of someone from fairyland. All other times, I thought of a creature with filed-sharp teeth.
I searched for the clip on her bra. At the touch of my hand on her back, Kat’s eyelids opened to slits. She growled so quietly anyone normal might think it a passing moth. I assessed her. Her hands were still cuffed at her back. My only real danger was a knee to the groin, or a head butt.
After planting my hand around her shoulder and pressing her an inch into the mattress, I leaned in and brushed my lips across her ear. “Either I unclip it and take this off the simple way, or I cut it off. Strange, I know, but I forgot to pack you spares.”
Like a sniper taking aim, I zeroed in. Things amplified: the swallow at her throat, the slow relaxation of the muscle under my palm; the huff of her breath. Surrender.
“Giving up?”
She twitched her shoulder but said nothing.
“Good girl.”
The tension provoked in her at those two words, made me smile. But she stayed quiet as I undid her bra. I didn’t count my blessings or any such shit. This was the distant rumble of thunder before the storm. I shifted my other knee onto the bed and slid the bra straps down her arms.
Andreas was standing at the other side of the bed with his hands in the pockets of his board shorts. He cleared his throat. “No rape.”
I ignored him, carefully undoing her wrists, taking off the bra entirely then doing up her wrists at her front. She let me. Not a single protest, curse, or wriggle. Of course, there wasn’t a hope she’d win in a wrestle.
“I can tell you’re waiting for your moment, Kat.”
“Moment?” she murmured sleepily, nuzzling her face into the pillow. “No moment. Warzone, fersure.”
“Oh?” I massaged her neck. “Go to sleep. Tomorrow is a new day. We’re all tired.”
Despite my claims about needing rest, her breasts were begging me to study them. Such succulent nipples, like little toppings on a cake – smooth and asking to be sucked or flogged, or any number of other things that made my head buzz with excitement.
“The possibilities,” I murmured. Luckily she’d closed her eyes.
“Did you hear me?” Andreas asked, his baritone voice low in volume.
I raised an eyebrow then stripped off my shorts and shirt. “Yes. There is no rape happening that I can see. I’m keeping her in my bed so I can watch her. Her breathing.”
“Sure you are.” His gaze switched from her to me and back to her naked breasts.
“Don’t trust me?”
“Not with her, no.”
“You can either piss off to your own bed, Andreas. Down the hall, second room on the left. Or get in on that side of her. Take your pick.”
He froze. “Seriously? With her like that? Naked?”
“I’m dead tired. Figure it out fast, Mr. Virgin Never-seen-a-naked-woman dude.” I climbed into bed, settling in facing her and pulled the cool sheet over us, up to waist level. “And. Not naked. I swear she has panties covering her hot little pussy.”
Her eyelids flickered. I smiled, wanting to stroke her cheek…to sketch around her lips with my fingernail. Maybe even to put a gag between those lips and do nasty things. My cock rose. Damn. Stop imagining, dickhead.
He cursed softly.
A few seconds later I heard him undress and his clothes fall to the floor, then the bed dipped under his weight.
“See you in the morning, Virg Dude.”
He swore again. “Don’t steal the fucking sheets, moron.”
I smiled. His sense of humor was returning. Way to go.
No rape? Andreas was shaping up to be a party pooper. Not that rape was on my list.
As my eyes drifted shut, I checked her body again. Nice. All the right curves in all the right places and wrapped up in a ball of spitfire challenge.
“No, no rape. More fun to mess with her head…and all her other bits, until she begs for cock. Much, much more fun.” I thought I’d said it too quietly for Andreas to hear but he replied.
“You’re such an arrogant son of a bitch. Women do respond to nicer stuff too, you know? Romance. All that.”
“Advice from the girlfriend expert?”
“My past is not relevant. Besides, I do have them, now and then. Haven’t you ever heard of love? Of asking on bended knee for their hand?”
“You expect me to do that?” I smiled, she was gently snoring again.
“No, though I expect the sun shines out of your asshole.”
I tsked. “Some women like it when men drive over the top of the asking and just take.”
He was silent for a while. “And you think she’s one of those?”
“Yes.”
Think? I knew. The world belonged to the arrogant, to the sure, not to the meek. Not that I didn’t have my moments of doubt, but I kept them to myself and that made all the difference.
I covered her small hand with mine. This woman was mine because I wished her to be. Not because she wanted it.
In time, she would want me too…
* * *
Something tickled my neck and slowly drew me from the void of sleep.
I snapped open my eyes. Kat’s face was inches away, her mouth dropping open as she saw me waken, her pupils dilating with shock. The chain around my neck slid. Between finger and thumb, she held the tiny silver key that opened the locks on her cuffs.
She tried to throw herself away from me, turning at the waist, pushing up off the bed.
Damn. She’d undone the wrist cuffs?
In one smooth motion, I flicked the key from her fingers, and swung myself up so I was straddling her body and pinning her down. I sat more heavily on her hips and thighs, and by weight alone immobilized those dangerous legs.
Andreas was gone. She’d probably seen the opportunity when he went to the toilet.
“Get off me!” She went to knock my arms aside, but missed.
I intercepted one wrist then the other, transferred them casually to one hand then slowly I pushed them down – letting her see how little her strength counted. Teeth bared, she shoved and struggled.
“Can’t get loose? You really think you have a chance?”
“Asshole. Let. Me. Go!”
I took her wrists a few more inches toward the bed, though she resisted. Muscles in her arms strained, until they seemed ready to pop, and she grunted with effort. The bed rocked with every twist of her torso and shoulders. Her tits jiggled too. Enticing as hell.
“Goddamn, you’re hot, woman.”
When she growled, I just grinned wider. “Go Kitty.”
More struggling, more grunting, and she got exactly nowhere. “Fuck you. Ffff…”
When at last I had her wrists crossed under my hand and squashed into the pillow above her, I paused. Kat sucked in huge gulping breaths but kept up her game of pushing against my grip.
I smiled and reached down to squeeze one nipple as hard as I could until she squeaked and settled. “Thank you. Are we going to do this every morning?” The blaze of anger in her eyes said as much.
Her face was so flushed, I wondered if this wrestle had done more than tire her out. It had made my morning erection arrive with a vengeance. If I shifted a little, I could push aside her no-doubt wet panties and shove my cock in.
Still watching her for clues, I slid my groin down her body until she had to be feeling the tip of my cock below her clit.
The closure of her eyes then re-opening took place in a moment. A blink? I slid upward a fraction. The blink stuttered and turned into shut eyes. Her chest had s
topped moving also then I heard the softest huff of breath. Pleasure. She was registering pleasure.
Ugh. I so wanted to fuck her. My thigh muscles tensed.
But, no, I exhaled slowly.
Footsteps said Andreas had entered the room.
“What are you doing?” he asked sharply.
“Not raping her? I’m pretty sure that’s it. She got hold of the key to her cuffs.”
“Chris, don’t forget our deal. This is fucking…”
“What?” I glanced at him. He stood there foolishly, lost, like a waiter who’d misplaced his menu orders. “Sexy? You want a hobby, try wrestling naked women.”
He frowned, not-frowned, frowned again, stuck in uncertainty. “Half naked.”
I looked back at her. “The deal was you don’t interfere with me and her.”
Andreas made a tiny sound. “You can’t…” His voice hitched.
She opened her mouth as if to comment and I lightly smacked her cheek. “Shush.” It worked, amazingly. I whispered so only she could hear me, “Be good or I’ll find a butt plug.”
Her lower lip curled in and she bit it.
Cute. Was that a mannerism that said, hey, that scared me? I tucked away the memory.
At least she’d stopped cursing me.
“Run out of breath? Or insults?” I raised my eyebrows, while I groped and found the side of her panties.
“What are you doing?” she whispered. Her gaze twitched down.
“Fixing something.”
Lace, so I could tear them with my fingers. I ripped the side through then switched the hand that held down her wrists, and tore the other side. Gradually, I extracted the panties from under her ass then found her wrist cuffs where they’d fallen. Though she resisted every move I made, I painstakingly re-cuffed her, separated the cuffs, and clicked each to the rings either side of her black collar.
“Shit. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this.” The upset tone in Andreas’s voice made me look over again.
What was this doing to his head? I didn’t want to mess him up. But he’d demanded this – to be here, watching. I wasn’t turning back, not now.
I didn’t quite understand his motivations. Logically, what I was doing was so bad it sailed off the edge of the morality world. Logically, he should have called the weight of the law down on me and gotten Kat free. He hadn’t. We were friends like nothing else and I’d always known it would take an earthquake to shake us loose but this…this was a tsunami of wrongness.
I didn’t care about logic. But…if I wasn’t me, I’d have handed me over to the police.
Maybe I should give him incentive to go.
“Andreas, you don’t need to be here. Even if you weren’t, I wouldn’t be fucking her right now.” I trailed her panties across her mouth, enjoying the distaste showing in the twist of her mouth. Then I wrapped them tight across her mouth until the cloth forced apart her lips and her teeth. I tied a knot in the panties so they stayed in place.
“What do you taste like? I’m going to put my tongue in your pussy someday soon and get you off.”
When she frowned at me, I stuck my fingertip in and played with her teeth and lips until she shook her head to dislodge me. “Uh-uh, be good.” Then I pinned her down by the hair and played some more, painting the moisture around her mouth. “Can’t do a thing, now, can you?”
I said, louder, “I’m happy to just fuck with her head at this stage. However, later, when she begs me to, I will fuck the rest of her, every hole I can find. Whether you’re here or not, that is going to happen.”
Kat grunted, glared at me, and wriggled.
Shit. A female wriggling under my impatient cock was not a good idea.
“Shh. Be still.” I stroked her hair. “So. Are you leaving? I think it’s best if you do. I don’t want to scar you for life.”
Andreas shook his head. Talk about eyes filled with fire, his looked alight. To my amusement, he wasn’t looking at me. Was it the panties in her mouth? The drooling? Me playing with her? Something had set him off. I didn’t generally stare at his junk but the man had a bulge in his pants to rival a gorilla’s.
I wasn’t sure what I thought of that.
It took fifteen to twenty minutes to get to the stage of breakfast in the kitchen. I kept Kat bound as she was in the bed, with her hands near her ears. It was demoralizing, I hoped, but it meant she could easily fall and hurt herself. Going to the toilet meant freeing one hand. Getting her to dress meant letting both loose until that was done. To my satisfaction she let me redo the bondage without fussing.
The panties were still in her mouth. I’d have to remove the gag soon. She was drooling all down her neck, and though I liked the idea of humiliating her a bit, she’d dehydrate if I left it in, as well as get problems where the gag pressed on the corners of her mouth.
I led her into the kitchen by the collar. Her face said she was itching to fight again, but her actions were subdued. The white beach dress I’d bought at a market was one of several I’d picked as being see-through enough to make me happy, yet likely to fit her. They were all vaguely Indian style with a lacy and loose material that fell from the shoulders but tucked up beneath her tits, accentuating their bounciness.
Andreas had followed us in and he sat on one of the stools at the breakfast bar.
The kitchen, like the rest of the house, was a mixture of modern, artistic, and pragmatic with kinky, if subtle, dungeon fittings. Open plan, it looked out over a living room that then looked out over the back deck and the sea. A light breeze whispered in from the deck. The counter tops were granite, and some of the stainless steel on the fridge and stove was going rusty – from the salt air, I figured. There were rings for tying women to everywhere, more than I’d noticed last night. Andreas had seen them from the way he eyed one on the nearby wall…and ceiling…and floor. So far he appeared happy with the BDSM club explanation. All I had to do was keep him and Scrim from talking.
I stopped Kat in the middle of the floor. “Turn around full circle.”
After one long exasperated huff, she did so. As it swirled, the sheer material worshiped the shape of her body from those gorgeous thighs upward. No underwear so I could see the line of her slit and the dark circles of her nipples. My cock twitched at the sight. I took a half-step back and did another sweep from pretty toes to thighs to, well, everything worth looking at.
“Wow,” I murmured then I toyed with the little bow under the bodice, and caressed the underside of one breast. Very deliberately, I held her gaze.
She blasted me with another nuclear-force glare.
“Taking off the gag is going to be interesting to watch,” Andreas said, hooking one foot on the lower stool rail then fishing a tiny packet of cereal from the basket on the counter. He held it up and tore open a corner. “Have we got milk for this? Or bowls?”
Food was more important than looking at me dominate an almost-naked woman? Was he creating a distraction for himself?
“Bowls are in the cupboards behind you and yes, we’ve got some of that long-life milk. Is he right, Kat? Is this going to be interesting?”
She grunted indignantly.
In the background, I could hear cereal being poured into a bowl. I fiddled with the knot on the panties gag, loosened it, and took it off, then undid her hands too. I wasn’t keen on binding her hands to her collar. The aesthetics weren’t pleasing. I preferred the line of a woman’s body when her hands were at her back. “Don’t be interesting. If you play up again, I guarantee there will be consequences.”
Kat licked her lips. “Why are you doing this?” She swung to look at Andreas while wiping her mouth. “Why aren’t you going to the cops? Why the…everything, Chris? Why?” Her breathing hastened, her mouth pursed and, like a runaway missile, she launched. “I don’t want to be your pretty slave or your damn anything! Consequences? Let me go or there will be damn consequences, from me!”
I waited then went right up close to her and wrapped my arms around her back.
I kept my voice level and almost too quiet for Andreas to overhear. Almost.
“Done? You think that was good behavior? You’re going to have to do better in the thinking department in future. I regard saying damn to me, twice, as bad behavior. Put that up here in your memory.” I twirled her hair in circles above both ears. “Paste it in there this time. No further swearing, ever. Don’t forget.”
She tried to back away. Too late. I knew having me, a man more than a foot taller and much heftier, crowding her would give her pause. In our negotiated scenes, she’d reacted this way a few times, but I never did get to put the knowledge to use.
“You know why you’re here, Kat.”
After a few tiny gulps, she fashioned a reply. “Stephanie? Because of her?”
“Yes. Because of her. I was going to get you to kneel between us on the floor, with a cushion for your knees, if you were good. Instead…keep still for what I do next. Don’t talk. If you talk, I will tie you up then string you up from the ceiling in here and beat you like a naked piñata until your screaming scares away the crocodiles for miles. Get that? Nod.”
For a half a minute she barely breathed. Wide-eyed, she looked at me, then at the floor, her mouth working. Finally, she nodded, once.
I let my heartbeat slow from gallop to trot then I put both my palms on her back and caressed her while I had my nose in her hair, breathing in her scent. A minor victory, maybe, but I’d take it.
“If I have to, at meal times, I’ll put you in the cage.” I pointed with my chin. In the far corner of the living room sat a black anodized steel cage big enough for a human.
“Jesus.” Metal chinked on china. Andreas swore a row of quiet curses then reached for a sponge to mop up the milk and corn flakes he’d spilled on the counter. “A cage?”
Though she ground her teeth, Kat let me lift her onto the breakfast bar. Once she was kneeling on a towel, I tied each wrist behind her to separate rings on the wall. By the time I was done, Andreas had picked up his bowl again. He wasn’t eating.
“You finished?” I inquired.
“I guess,” he muttered, eyeing Kat.
There it was again – he was looking goggle eyed at my captive. “If you look any harder you’ll embarrass her.”
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