by Angela Blake
“Kayla?” Dean called the moment he walked through the front doors. “Damn, what’s that smell? It’s so freaking good. Did you cook something?”
“Come in the kitchen,” Kayla called out. She didn’t want to spoil her surprise.
She could hear him taking his shoes off and stumbling around the house. She heard him drop his bag on one of the couches and his footsteps as he walked through the marble tiles in the hallway. When he finally walked into the kitchen she got into position.
Kayla loved the look on his face as soon as he saw her. His jaw dropped and she could feel the instant heat rising in his body the second he grasped what she was doing.
The room had no lights save for the twelve candles Kayla had lit and spread around the kitchen. She was dressed in sultry, lace lingerie she and Sofia purchased earlier. It fully exposed her ass and the cloth covering her pussy had a hole intentionally placed in, exposing her womanhood. To further entice Dean, she had her hair up in a bun, fully showcasing her soft, thin neck, an aspect that she knew turned him on.
“Dinner’s ready,” she said slowly, seductively. “I think you’ll want dessert first though.”
His eyes were on fire and Kayla knew she awoke the beast inside. “Damn girl,” he told her. “I wasn’t expecting to come home to this.”
She beckoned him to come closer with her finger and then bent over a chair, “I wasn’t expecting you to come here at all. You might have been too busy fucking your secretary.”
“Okay, to be fair, I only did her once,” Dean commented nonchalantly as he walked over to her and gave her a soft, playful slap on the ass. He looked over the food for a quick second too and she loved the excitement in his eyes – it meant she got it right and she had cooked his favorite meals.
“Was she this delicious?” Kayla wiggled her hips for him as she asked. This was already getting way out of her league. She had never been this naughty for anyone in her life before. Oddly enough, however, she felt quite comfortable in the lingerie.
She felt his hand caress her back and down to her hips before he began circling his fingertips on her ass. “No,” he answered. “Then again, every girl on the planet can’t really satisfy me. I have an insatiable hunger, you know.”
Kayla turned her head to look back at him as she said, “I know. I don’t really mind if you screw around when we’re not together. I just want you to screw around with me right now, at this very moment, in this very kitchen.”
That was daring to say, Kayla thought to herself. I just told him he can be a playboy all he likes as long as he comes home to me. That’s like saying I’m his poor, sex-deprived wife. Get your game together, girl.
Her words seemed to have struck a chord with Dean, however, as he replied, “Really now? How hungry are you now?”
She wiggled her hips one more time, “Hungry enough that it’s drooling for you. I’m wet and I want you now.”
Dean grabbed her waist with both hands and slammed his groin against her. Even with his clothes still on she could feel his raging member pressing against her exposed flesh and the soft fabric of her lingerie.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, just loud enough to get him excited.
Chapter Four
Dean couldn’t wait. He didn’t even bother taking his shirt off and simply slid his pants off. Looking back, Kayla could see Dean’s large, throbbing member in the darkness and she felt her whole body shake in anticipation. Sure, she would never call herself a slut and compare herself to the likes of Katie and Jessica but she did love what Dean could do.
He didn’t thrust in just yet, even when she knew how anxious he was to pound into her. Instead, Dean took his time and gently rubbed the tip of his manhood against her wet flesh. Her pussy ached for him to penetrate it through the folds but she allowed him to take his time. She wanted him to savor the moment so when he was out fucking some random girl he’d still be thinking of her.
“You’ve got one hell of a sexy back, you know that?” Dean asked as he traced a finger down her spine. “It’s like you were born to get pounded from behind. You should have been a porn star.”
“If I was you’d probably never have the chance to get me,” she told him as she shut her eyes and let him stroke her like a little pet.
Dean reached in forward and began to slowly massage her right breast. It sent shivers down her back and she shuddered in pleasure. Kayla had to fight every urge to not moan out loud. When he gave a squeeze she bit down on her lip and felt her womanhood soak in heat and her own juices.
“I’d buy the studio and make you fuck me just to stay in the business,” he then answered, “like in those casting couch videos.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Kayla asked as she raised one of her hands and began to squeeze her own breast. She had to be careful, however, as she could lose balance on the chair at anytime and slam her head against the dining table.
Dean slapped her breast and gave her nipple a soft twist, “I want to fuck. Raise your hips and keep your head low.”
There it is. There’s the beast.
She did as she was told. Balancing on the chair she kept her head down low and raised her hips up high. He quickly took advantage and grabbed her hips, positioning himself. He held his cock in hand and guided it as he slowly began to press it through her flesh.
“F-fuck,” she moaned as she felt his cock begin tearing through her folds.
Dean pulled out and then thrust again. Repeatedly he continued, each time getting in a little deeper, breaking through the tight walls of her flesh. Each time he pounded in she felt her juices make her walls easier for him to get inside. He got in deeper and soon enough he began thrusting in quicker. It did not take long for him to get into a steady rhythm.
Oh God, Kayla thought. I want him to fuck me. I want him to fuck me.
She felt a wave of euphoria explode inside of her as he ravaged her from behind, pounding her in an angry rush. He placed one hand on the base of her back and with his other hand he grabbed her hair and pulled.
“Fuck!” Kayla moaned aloud as her head yanked backwards. Her mouth gaped open and she began to drool as he continued to ram into her. She shut her eyes and tried to concentrate but the sheer amount of pleasure was flooding over her senses.
Dean held onto her like this, one hand grabbing her hair and the other on her back, and thrust into her continuously like a well-oiled machine. She could feel his thighs slap against her ass and she felt her whole body begin to shake with each rhythmic push.
But she wasn’t going to let him take over just yet.
Kayla, with one hand, pushed back and stopped him in mid-thrust, “Wait.”
He pulled out and looked back at her with a puzzled face. She knew he was on the edge of reaching his peak but she wanted to do so much more before he’d spill his seed and be done.
Without saying a word, Kayla turned around and pushed him down onto the seat she was on. Once seated, she slipped him out of his shirt and sat on his lap. She grabbed his cock and aided it into her pussy. Quickly, she felt his thick rod once again break her flesh from deep within and it almost made her moan and scream in delight.
Once it was inside of her she took his hands and placed them against her breasts. He squeezed and began to kiss her from her nipples to her neck as she slowly began to grind against his body. She swirled her hips around, allowing his cock to dig deep inside of her and each moment felt like she would explode in ecstasy.
Kayla braced her legs around his body and buckled her knees as she began to go up and down, allowing his shaft to slide in and out of her womanhood. She did so slowly at first, watching as his face twisted in pleasure. She bit down on her lip when she saw how it was affecting him and she began to pump her entire body steadily, allowing his cock to engorge her flesh like an animal.
It hit the right spot too, along with the way his hands would dance across her body, and soon Kayla felt an orgasm building inside. She began to pump
even quicker, keeping the head of his cock grinding against a soft section inside of her. When the knot in her guts got too heavy to bear she opened her mouth and began to moan loudly as she came.
Immediately her whole body weakened and shuddered as the pleasure washed over her like waterfall. Tired, she rested her head on his chest but kept her hips grinding ever so slowly.
Now it was his turn. There were no needs for words. Kayla merely looked up and gazed into his eyes to see he wanted to explode.
Dean held her in his arms as he carefully lifted them both out of the chair. He then gently laid her down on the kitchen floor, her back on the tiles, and spread her legs wide. Dean lifted her legs and rested them on his shoulders.
Fuck… this is a little uncomfortable.
He didn’t think so, though, and thrust into her. In this position his cock rubbed against the upper walls of her pussy and it was a whole new feeling for her. It was like her clit was being toyed with simultaneously as he pounded and thrust into her inner flesh. Her whole body was on fire and she opened her mouth to scream and moan but nothing came out. It was nerve-wracking and addicting all at the same time.
Kayla’s vision went white as she lost all control over her body and she drowned in the moment. Dean continued to thrust in and out but for Kayla it all became a blur. She lost her mind to the ravage lust taking over her and when finally had a moment to adjust, breathe and look around she found she was kneeling, with his cock deep in her mouth and his seed filling her mouth and swimming inside.
It was a warm feeling and she looked up at him as she took his cock out of her mouth. She then smiled before she swallowed all of his warm, white cum.
“Have I served you well, tonight, sir?” she said as she licked her lips.
Dean had to catch his breath before he could answer. Stroking his cock he replied, “Kayla, you more than surprised me tonight.”
“But?”
“But I’m not done with you yet,” he said as a grin spread on his face. Kayla’s imagination exploded with so many more things to do and she knew this night had just begun.
“I did dress for the occasion,” Kayla said as she held his cock and gave its head a lick.
Dean shut his eyes as he felt his cock begin to get hard once more.
Kayla smiled, more to herself than to Dean. I have him now.
Chapter Five
When she awoke, Dean was already gone. He did leave a note on the fridge, telling her he’d gone to a business meeting. Kayla didn’t know if it was true or if he was just trying to screw the neighbor’s daughter. It didn’t really matter to her. She already planted the seeds last night.
Kayla took a shower and got dressed. She left the house and drove back to her apartment to wash her clothes, get some new ones and make sure nothing went missing in the time she’d been gone. Fortunately for her, everything seemed to be in place. Even the grumpy old cat that liked to sleep by her kitchen window was still there, probably relaxing after rummaging through the compound garbage bin.
When she was ready she dumped her stuff in the trunk of her car and drove over to Sofia’s place, which was a much nicer house in a more established neighborhood. She drove right up and helped herself inside. Sofia was in her living room, dressed in a large shirt and nothing else, just lounging on the couch and watching television.
“Took you long enough,” Sofia greeted. She was eating a Hot Pocket.
Kayla plopped right next to her, grabbed Sofia’s hand and guided it to her mouth. She then took a bite out of Sofia’s Hot Pocket then said, “Too tired.”
“Slut,” Sofia commented in a dry manner, her eyes glued to the TV.
Kayla shook her head with a smile, “Shut up.”
“You did wear the lingerie and fuck him all night, right?” Sofia asked.
Kayla nodded.
“Slut,” Sofia concluded, this time with a smile forming on her lips.
Kayla laughed and acknowledged she did seem to go over her usual borders. This was entirely new territory for her but it also felt quite liberating, “I had fun.”
This time Sofia looked at her, “Am I hearing this right?”
“Yeah,” Kayla replied. “I actually had fun.”
“Did you get the bug in?”
Kayla nodded. Unbeknownst to Dean she had placed a spy cam in his clothes and on his phone. She and Sofia could now see what he was doing and where he was at any given moment. There was nothing left for him to hide. They could even access his browsing history on his phone and see all his photos.
“So, let’s see what he’s doing!” Sofia jumped to life. “I want to know if he keeps photos of all his bitches, you know, like a trophy collection?”
Kayla rolled her eyes, “Check his browsing history first. I want to see if he’s been doing anything else.”
Sofia took her laptop and turned it on. It took a while for them to get the accompanying spy software to run since they had to register Dean’s number and synch it with their account but after a few minutes they could instantly track him on a map. As it turned out, Dean wasn’t at work but was on a yacht.
“That fucking liar,” Kayla said softly, almost to herself. Don’t get too affected. You know he isn’t serious. You shouldn’t be so surprised.
“Okay, well at least we know he isn’t at some business meeting,” Sofia commented. “Let’s see his browsing history.”
Sofia clicked around. What they found was shocking. Dean Marshall ran an underground BDSM group. Even more shocking was that he had used some of Kayla’s photos as promotional material and referred to her on his site as his “pet.”
“What an asshole!” Kayla shouted in frustration. She tried to calm herself down but she was boiling with anger. It was already a struggle not to grab the laptop and toss it against the wall.
“He’s an interesting little fellow,” Sofia said as she continued to browse through the sites Dean had visited. As it turned out, he posted ads on sites, searching for young girls who were into the BDSM lifestyle. Once he’d meet them he’d have sex with them first to try them out and then bring them to the BDSM meeting where they would be stripped, tied down and humiliated or fucked in front of a crowd.
Kayla finally understood Dean’s promiscuity. Dean wasn’t a playboy. He was a Dominant who owned no permanent sex slave. He was just in it for the lifestyle and kept the business running so that the community could thrive.
That would explain the fire in his eyes last night. He enjoys being dominant. He wants me to be as submissive as possible. Kayla shuddered when she thought about it. She had willingly become his submissive toy last night and now Dean thought he could do whatever he pleased with her. Maybe he was already planning to bring her to this basement community, show her off, and then leave her for a new toy to play with.
That wasn’t going to happen.
“I’m not going to be a pet he can auction off to other men,” Kayla stated firmly. “I’m going to be the girl that Dean Marshall keeps.”
“You’re going to be his submissive girl?” Sofia asked, hoping to get a clearer answer.
“I don’t know if it will come to that but I do know I’m not going to let him toss me out to others,” Kayla said. “Just because he’s some rich billionaire with a monster cock it doesn’t mean I’ll literally do anything he says. I thought BDSM was a give-and-take kind of thing, where the dominant takes over but also rewards his slave? Well, I want my reward.”
“I don’t know if I should congratulate you for putting that in such a poetic manner or if I should shudder in disgust because you also seem like a runaway bitch,” Sofia told her.
Kayla shrugged, “Look, I don’t know either. All I know is if I can get Dean to keep me around instead of dumping me, I win.”
“Okay, when you put it like that it’s simpler and it sounds less like you’re trying to knot a conspiracy or something,” her friend said. “What if you still lose and he dumps you anyway?”
“Well fuck,” Kayla answered. “If it all ends up for naught I guess you won’t mind joining me for a drink and hope some pervert will buy us something and take me out on a date.”
Sofia smiled, “As long as that pervert has a decent face, I guess. What are you going to do right now? I mean, you can’t just go back there like you know nothing.”
“Oh I’m going to give him the shock of his life,” Kayla said. “Last night was just an appetizer of things to come.”
Sofia giggled at the mere thought of what Kayla had in mind and the two spent the rest of the day watching television and ordered pizza. From time to time they monitored where Dean was, tracking his phone with the GPS. It was already near dinner time before Kayla decided it was time to go back.
Chapter Six
Kayla turned the lights off and reached for her phone. She knew Dean was already on his way home. She dialed for his number and called. It didn’t take long for him to answer.
“Kay?” he asked. “You home? Everything okay there?”
“I’m here,” she answered as she stumbled through the darkness. Kayla found the right seat and got herself in position. “I didn’t cook dinner. Just head up straight here to the room, okay?”
“Something up? I can head to a drive thru if you want,” he told her.
“No need,” she said softly, trying her best to seduce him with just her voice. “I just want you home. I need you Dean. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said back. Kayla didn’t know if he meant it but it was still warming to hear him just say it.
“Just hurry, okay?” she pleaded in a sultry tone. “I really, really need you Dean. I’m aching for you. I’ve tried playing with myself but it’s not the same. I want you so badly.”
He better be getting hard. I put effort into this, damn it.
When she ended the call the only thing left to do was wait and wait she did. She took her time, she was patient, and she never left her seat. Everything had to be in the right spot. Everything had to be ready the moment he walked into the bedroom.