by Dae, Natalie
Last night they had talked for the longest time in the darkness, Kat snuggled up to his side, one leg draped over his. Dan expressed his desire to be dominated but admitted sometimes he enjoyed taking control. Their preferences suited each other perfectly, and Dan asked whether she would like to reverse roles next time.
Next time. He wants a next time.
Kat smiled and resisted stroking his cheek. Stubble had grown overnight and it suited him. She imagined it rasping against her inner thighs as he dipped his head between her legs. Heat suffused her face and desire flared in her cunt. Would she ever get enough of him?
No, I don’t think I will.
He stirred, one eye opening and then the other, and smiled at her as though amazed she was beside him. “Hey.”
“Hey, yourself. You sleep okay?” She finally got to stroke his cheek.
Dan lifted his hand and grasped her wrist, turning her hand so he could kiss the palm. “Yeah. You?”
“Pretty good.” She kissed the tip of his nose.
“Did you think any more on what I said last night?”
“Yeah…”
“And?”
Kat laughed. “We could try it, though I’m not sure how I’d feel being tied.”
“You won’t know until you try…” His smile crinkled the skin beside his eyes. “You game?”
“Yes, but the minute I—”
“The minute you feel uncomfortable, I’ll untie you.”
Kat rose and stood beside the bed. “Want to join me in the shower?”
Dan jumped out of bed and chased her into the bathroom. Kat squealed, reaching across the tub to switch on the shower. His breath caressed her back a second before his open palm slapped her ass. She turned to face him. He brought her to him, arms around her lower back, and kissed her deeply. She caressed his shoulder blades, loving the feel of the jutting bones. His cock hardened against her thigh and she released a moan into his mouth. Dan circled the slapped area with his palm and smacked again. Kat pulled her mouth away to gasp into the crook of his neck, then grazed her teeth along his collarbone. Steam filled the room, the moisture adhering to her skin, and she writhed against him, the slickness of their bodies turning her on.
“Let me wash you,” Dan said, holding her hand and helping her into the tub.
Kat moved to the side for Dan to have equal room with her beneath the spray. He massaged her body with shower gel, soaping her cunt, the lather glossy and erotic on her folds. She widened her legs, allowing the water to wash away the foam. Dan pushed a finger inside her, curling it at the ridge to rub her G-spot. Her hips jolted, the pressure in her cunt startling until she got used to his stroking fingertip. He pressed her to the wall, the tiles cold on her back, and kissed from her neck down to her breasts. Easing his finger out of her, Dan kneeled and licked her cunt, his tongue combined with her own wetness creating a delicious sensation. She gripped his hair—so soft in her hands—and gave a low, throaty moan.
Pleasure built, quickly radiating from her clit, leaving her knees weak. Dan licked faster, his tongue flat, thumbs on her hipbones, fingers splayed over her ass. Another harder wave racked her and she hissed out a breath, riding the bliss, knees jolting. He lightened the intensity of his licks as Kat came down from her high and she drew him upright, cupping his face to kiss him. She gripped his cock, pumping it hard, and clutched his ass cheek with her free hand. Dan caressed her breasts, strumming her nipples with his thumbs. His cock vein pulsed against her palm and cum spurted onto her belly, the water sluicing it away. A groan rumbled in his throat as a second shot jetted and Kat slowed her hand, easing to a stop.
Dan breathed heavily and looked into her eyes, his heavy-lidded with the aftershocks of pleasure. She smiled, kissed his lower lip and reached for the shower gel. She took her time washing him, exploring every dip and swell, memorizing the feel of him beneath her hands. Dan washed her again, their ministrations languid, Kat awed at the discovery of a body she’d dreamed of touching like this.
“I think I love you,” she said, soaping the smattering of curls on his chest.
“And I think I love you.”
Dan kissed her, the lightest of touches that set her heart rate soaring and her tummy tumbling. Would it always be like this, Dan’s kiss rendering her pliant to his will?
God, I hope so. I hope this never ends, this feeling, this love.
Chapter Four
At midday, dressed and ready for a trip into town, Kat stood in her doorway and giggled at Dan having to wear his suit from the previous night. “Will you buy something else when we get there?”
He nodded, his smile infectious. “Yep, otherwise I’m going to stand out, especially when I go into a certain shop I saw yesterday.”
She tilted her head. “Oh? And what shop is that?”
“Ah, if I tell you, what I buy won’t be a surprise, will it?”
She stepped out into the hallway and Dan followed, locking her door.
“Another surprise gift? You don’t have to do that, Dan.”
He kissed her cheek. “I know, but I want to. Besides, we need what I’m buying for later.”
Kat tucked her arm through his and walked with him to the elevator, mind churning with possibilities. She’d agreed to be dominated, so his purchase must have something to do with that. She opened her mouth to ask but snapped it shut, deciding to let him have his little secret. After all, the anticipation of what he had planned would make her want him more as the day progressed.
In the elevator, other patrons rode in silence beside them, and Kat stepped into the foyer, leading Dan toward the main doors. Out on the path, they turned and strolled down the hill hand in hand, Kat lost in thoughts of what Dan needed to buy, happy their lack of conversation wasn’t awkward. The chilly air fingered her hair, blowing it away from her face, and she stared across at the cabins on the mountain.
At the bottom of the hill, she asked, “Where do you want to stay tonight?”
Dan guided her toward the town and looked across at her. “The cabin. You might make too much noise and get complaints from other hotel residents.”
“As in…?”
“Crying out. Groaning. Pleading…” He smiled, dimples forming on his cheeks.
Kat’s cunt throbbed and she gripped his hand tighter, excitement urging her to walk faster. “Come on. Let’s find this shop!”
“Ah, but you’re not to know which shop it is. You can go and buy yourself a new bag or something.”
A bag! No argument there.
She squeezed his arm and, once in the town center, veered toward the bag shop, telling him she’d wait outside for his return. Inside, she positioned herself behind a mannequin holding a zebra-patterned clutch and peered out the window, seeing which shop he entered.
A hardware store?
Frowning, Kat turned from the window and browsed, mind awhirl, wondering what Dan intended to buy. Rope? Her stomach tightened with excitement and she stroked a soft leather handbag, the feel of it rich and smooth beneath her fingers. She picked it up and looked inside to gauge whether it would hold all she needed and spied a matching coin purse. That did it. She took the bag to the counter and while waiting in line, stared out the window. Dan left the hardware shop, package in hand, and entered a woman’s clothing store. Kat smiled at his thoughtfulness and generosity. The male sales clerk cleared his throat, snapping Kat’s gaze from outside to him. She stood a few feet from the counter, the line in front of her gone.
“Sorry!” She handed the bag over and paid, leaving the shop hurriedly.
Outside, she leaned against the window and kept her gaze on the clothes shop Dan had entered. The window display prevented her seeing inside and she eyed the outfits, a stunning black dress and a fitted trouser suit. A few minutes passed and Dan stepped onto the street, looking over at her, a small plastic bag in hand. Whatever had he bought that would fit in there? He then disappeared inside a men’s clothes shop, coming out a few minutes later. He walked toward her, look
ing more comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt, and he had a big smile on his face—one that promised mischief and a damn good time later. Butterflies fluttered in her belly and she took his hand, leading him toward a glass-fronted restaurant.
“Lunch?” she asked, hand on the door, ready to push it open.
Dan leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I’d rather eat you, but hey, I won’t turn down food.”
She laughed, amazed at the change in him, and urged him inside. They took a seat at a corner table. Dan sat beside her and lifted the menu from its holder. They browsed in silence and Kat’s mouth watered at the meals on offer—rump steaks in pepper sauce, slabs of baked ham and half a roasted chicken, all served with roasted potatoes and seasonal vegetables. Her gaze slid over pictures of desserts and the thought of Dan eating strawberries and cream from her stomach set her clit to throbbing. She clamped her legs closed and blushed, giving Dan a sidelong glance.
“What are you thinking?” He moved his hand below the table and trailed his fingers up her thigh. “Something naughty?” His touch went higher and he unbuttoned her jeans, eyes focused on hers. “Something…sexy?”
Light grazes over her thatch sent her heartbeat soaring and she swallowed, looking around to make sure no one watched. “Dan!”
“Yes?” Two fingers dipped into her folds.
“Someone might see!” Kat’s face heated further and she bit her lip, cunt moistening.
“No they won’t. Unless you make a noise. And besides, I’m more interested in the fact you’re not wearing panties. Fucking hot.”
Dan rubbed up and down, her clit swelling with every abrasion, excitement unfurling, threatening to burst. He stroked steadily, circling her nub, applying a little more pressure as her breaths left her in ragged spurts. Giving in to the inevitable, she widened her legs, the shocking audacity of what he was doing spiking her need. Other diners remained oblivious, but a waitress kept looking their way as though letting Kat know she’d be with them any moment to take their order.
“Hurry!” Kat whispered, her cunt spasming. “Faster!”
Dan obeyed and her orgasm came with alarming swiftness. She leaned into him, her mouth on his chest to stifle a whimper, her pelvis rising to press against his fingers. She squeezed her thighs, breaths hot in the confined space, and rode the sensations, wishing she could scream out her bliss. The wave ebbed and flowed and she lifted her face to his neck, kissed the soft skin. Aftershocks jabbed her clit and she grabbed his wrist, a silent warning for him to stop.
He eased his fingers away and kissed her cheek. “The waitress is on her way.”
“Oh god!” Kat sat upright, thankful for the tablecloth hiding her lower half. With no time to button up, she cleared her throat and smiled at the brunette woman now standing beside their table. “Hi! I’ll have…um…yes, I’ll have a chicken salad.” She thought of the roasted potatoes. “Actually, could I also have potatoes with that?”
“I’ll have the same,” Dan said, giving Kat a wink.
The waitress nodded, eyeing them as though she wasn’t quite sure if she’d caught them doing something inappropriate. “Sure. Drinks?”
“Uh…” Kat looked at Dan. “Wine?”
“Why not? Yes, a bottle of house wine. Thanks.”
Their server rolled her eyes. “Red or white?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Kat said, wishing the woman would go so she could button up. “You choose.” She smiled, hoping she appeared calmer than she felt. God, her heart beat so fast!
Frowning, the waitress turned and walked away, glancing back once before disappearing through double doors at the back of the restaurant.
“Do you think she knows?” Kat looked at Dan, her nerves taut and face hot.
He smiled and his eyebrows rose. “Does it matter?”
“Well…”
“It’s not like we’ll be seeing her again once we leave.” He stroked her face. “Unless we come back for our anniversary.”
“So you think we’ll get that far?” she asked, her voice light, her tone teasing.
“Don’t you?”
“God, yes!” She paused, then, “Um, you’ll need to wash your hands before we eat.”
With a reaction so far removed from what she was used to from Dan, she watched as he raised his fingers to his lips and sucked them inside his mouth. Kat gasped, eyes wide, and laughter bubbled in her chest. She released it, throwing her head back, so in love with this new side of him.
“I can’t believe you just did that!” she said, taking his hand and holding it beneath the table. “This is a far cry from the lunch breaks we’ve shared at work.”
“Ah, but it was different then. We were only friends. And god, woman, but you’ve unleashed a beast inside me.” He growled then laughed, no hint of embarrassment in sight.
“You need to go and wash your hands!”
He winked and left the table, returning a few minutes later. Kat looked at him, adoration for him growing, and wondered what other surprises he had in store for her. Tonight would be an experience she was sure, one she wouldn’t forget in a hurry. She trusted him totally.
“You’ve completed me,” she said, suddenly serious, tears too close for comfort.
The sincerity in his eyes made her turn away, unable to look at him any longer in case she broke down. Everyone searched for the perfect partner, wished for their soul mate to sweep them into their arms and carry them away, but to find one so perfect for her both awed and staggered her.
Even if he leaves his socks in a ball on the floor instead of putting them in the laundry hamper I won’t care. He’s mine. My perfect love.
“Kat?” Dan placed his finger beneath her chin and turned her head to face him. “Are you all right?”
More composed now, she looked into his eyes and gave a wobbly smile. “Yes. More than all right.”
“Good. After this week, we’ll be okay, won’t we?” He rushed on. “I mean, this isn’t just a holiday romance, is it?”
“God, no! I want you. Need you with me.” She gripped his hand tighter. “I don’t want you out of my sight.”
His eyes widened and his mouth hung open, his expression one of mock horror.
She laughed. “Not in a bunny-boiler way, Dan. Aw, you know what I mean!”
“I do. I’m just messing with you.” He glanced toward the double doors. “Watch yourself. The waitress is on her way back. Looks like she’s been sucking a lemon.”
Kat turned to watch her approach, stifling the giggles threatening to burst out of her. She accepted the food slapped down in front of her without looking up, wanting to apologize for their behavior even though the woman may not have seen.
Guilt gets me every time.
Kat and Dan ate, discussing how their relationship would be once they returned home. We’ve only been together one night. Are we moving too fast? They talked about being a couple but still maintaining their private space and time. Kat took a moment to take everything in. It’ll be okay if we go slow, won’t it? She looked at him and felt full to bursting, but not from the food. Something inside her fluttered and writhed, emotions coursing through her until she felt nauseous. She pinched herself, unable to believe things had turned out as they had.
“What are you doing?” Dan asked, brow furrowed, concern for her written clearly on his face.
“Pinching myself.”
“I can see that, but what for?”
She sighed, content and at peace. “Just to make sure this is really happening.”
* * * * *
Naked, Kat lay in the center of the bed at the cabin, her eyes closed as instructed. She listened to Dan moving around, the soft patter of his feet on the carpet as he paced—purposely upping her anticipation? Already she wanted to open her eyes and issue him an instruction but refrained, telling herself this new experience may well be something she enjoyed if she could just let go and relax. She trusted him, so what was the problem? Not being able to orchestrate what happened next? Being at
the mercy of someone else? Having him decide when she came? Yes, that was it. She liked to hold off, leaving her orgasm until the last possible moment, but this way, if she lost control of her ability to keep it at bay…
Does it matter? Isn’t Dan’s pleasure in controlling me also my pleasure?
She breathed deep in an attempt to steady her jumping nerves. When would he approach her? Speak? She sighed, clamping her lips together to stop herself from telling him to hurry up. He’d get a kick out of her impatience—she knew that from her own satisfaction when he’d begged her last night.
His footsteps changed, the sound of them nearing the side of the bed, and she lifted her eyes slightly to see him standing to her left. He held a red-patterned silk scarf—so that’s what he bought in the clothes shop!—and caressed it with his fingers.
“Kat, stop cheating. Close your eyes.”
She obeyed, refusing to allow the smile tugging at her lips to spread.
The scarf whispered across her face and Dan positioned it over her eyes, holding up her head to tuck it beneath. He tied it at her temple, his thoughtfulness at her being uncomfortable if he secured it at the back touching her deeply. The darkness of the fabric against her eyelids shut out the light and she found herself shivering with pleasure at being unable to see. Her hearing was heightened now her sight had been removed, and the rustle of another package—the one he’d gotten at the hardware store?— had her tensing, nerves zinging with exhilaration.
Something coarse slid over her belly, definitely a rope, and she released a low moan. Dan placed one of her hands above her head, securing her to the headboard by the wrist, the rope loose enough that she could pull herself free if she chose. He repeated his action with her other wrist and she automatically widened her legs. Despite the knowledge of what he would do next, when he tied her ankles to the footboard a stab of desire flickered in her cunt and her juices seeped. She gasped, so exposed, so vulnerable, yet feeling so sexy.