“A vampire glove, and this hand is bunny fur. I know which one you like best.”
She wanted to focus on the furry hand, but the bitey glove was too much to ignore. He stroked her whole body up and down, pausing to pinch or buff certain tender parts like her inner thighs or running a finger inside of her bra. He followed it with the fur, drawing it up under her arms and then tickling under her ear. All the while, the prickles taunted her, pinching and scraping, making her dance on the end of his string as she twisted against the padded bench.
He kept urging her on, to take it, to give in to the feeling, sounding more excited as she writhed harder, pressing her and pushing her right to the edge. She remembered it was this way when he was biting her while she was tied up. It was almost too much, but it felt so good! It sent little zings through her nerves right down to her clit, making her pant and squirm harder. She had to give into it, to let it pass through her instead of fighting it. There was nothing but pain and softness as he explored every inch of her body all the way down her legs to each toe, which he pricked and soothed, harder and harder as he stroked her like a prized possession.
She focused entirely on the sensations, jerking and twitching to his hands, only occasionally hearing the sound of a whip or a cry echo into their hallway. Even that made her feel isolated, like there was nothing else in the world but this, now, in his hands. In a bubble together, linked together by a thousand singing nerve endings.
Suddenly his furred hand was on her pussy, pressing in, rubbing back and forth as he held her against him. She cried out, trying to stifle her moan with her teeth. She twisted her hips but couldn’t get away from him and he rubbed her with his whole hand until she was gasping.
“Yes, Kitty-cat!” he whispered hoarsely. “Come for me.”
His relentless fingers had learned what she liked, like he learned everything else about her, watching her every move so he already knew the rhythm and pressure on her clit that would send her right out of her mind.
“Yes, give it to me,” he growled in her ear.
She cried out as she climaxed, shockingly quick. She who usually didn’t get a chance to orgasm during sex because it was over too fast. But she threw her head back, letting the waves wash over her, as he ground his rigid hard-on against her pussy, making her come again before the waves fully receded.
When he was done, she was limp and half-lying back over the padded bench, her arms tangled in her shirt. If he wasn’t holding her up, she knew she would have sunk down to the sticky floor.
She couldn’t bear to lift her head from his shoulder to see all those people watching her. She had never expected to orgasm in front of those watching eyes! Her face burned. It was so awful she was almost overcome.
But he held her and murmured soothing things under his breath, telling her how perfect she was, how beautiful, how free! How much he loved making her feel good. Gradually her shame eased away, and she breathed more easily. As long as he was happy, that’s what mattered. She could give him this. There’s no way she couldn’t say she didn’t like it! It defied all reason that she did like it, but it couldn’t be denied.
She could feel her soaked panties against her flushed skin.
Hunter pulled down her skirt and pulling up her shirt over her shoulders, buttoning it for her. She felt like a little girl, washed clean and empty inside. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Would you like some water?”
Suddenly she caught sight of the end of the hallway. Five or six people were still watching! But when Hunter jerked his head, they began to fade away. Along with Jake, there were a couple of women who gave her lingering looks, but they also turned and were gone by the time the two of them emerged from the tiny hallway.
“I need the bathroom,” Kali said.
Hunter smoothly led her through the club to the bathroom. Kali went in and took stock of herself in the mirror. Her hair was wild like she’d just fallen out of bed after she’d been fucked good and proper. Her makeup was more or less intact, which was the benefit of not wearing much. She replaced her lip balm.
Not bad, she thought to herself. Her orgasm had left her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling. The top several buttons were undone on her blouse, showing off a little of her bra and much more cleavage than she usually did. Hunter had buttoned it that way, so she didn’t touch it, wanting to please him.
She cleaned herself up in the stall and tucked her guilty panties in her purse. She felt particularly slutty when she came out sans underwear. But after what she’d just done, it was a well-earned feeling. She still felt that curiously empty and light feeling, like she had poured herself out at his feet.
She couldn’t wait to get back to Hunter, but a girl entered the bathroom before she could leave. It wasn’t until the girl said, “Hi, Kali,” that she realized it was Minx.
Hunter’s submissive.
“Oh! Hi,” Kali said lamely in return. “I didn’t know you were here.”
Minx was wearing an uber-short flared skirt in red plaid and a tiny white top that was tied in a knot, pressing her bare breasts together to form cleavage. Her hair was magenta tonight, and her lipstick was neon green to match her fluorescent green collar. Kali thought she would be really pretty if she got rid of the freaky get-up and let her hair go natural.
“I saw your scene,” Minx said.
Kali’s stomach clenched. Maybe it was the bitter look in Minx’s eye, or her tone of voice, but Kali knew what was coming. What did Hunter say? People were so predictable.
“Very sensuous. Not his usual style,” Minx said.
“He never used the bunny fur on you?”
Her lips curled. “No. I’m not into bunny fur.”
Kali turned to the mirror to check her lip balm. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.”
“I think it’s a little too wet for me to try it now.”
Kali’s mouth fell open. She was so crude!
Minx laughed right in her face. “You really have no idea what you’re getting into, do you?”
Now Kali was getting angry. “What do you mean?”
Minx instantly was contrite. “I’m sorry, Kali. We should try to get along, you know. We’ll be seeing a lot of each other. And Hunter doesn’t like drama.”
Hearing her talk about Hunter in that familiar way made Kali want to scream. “What’s going on between you and Hunter?” Kali demanded.
“You know. He broke up with me. He says he wants to see only you.” Minx smiled. “But he’s polyamorous at heart. He won’t be able to stay with just one girl. You’ll have to share if you want to keep him.”
“I’m not a sharing kind of girl,” Kali retorted.
“Why not? It’s not like it makes any difference in the long run. If a guy wants something on the outside, he’s going to take it.” Minx sniffed. “Girls, too, for that matter. My girlfriend didn’t like it at first, but she realized there are some things I need that I can’t get from her. She’s glad to let Hunter be my master so I’m with someone she trusts.”
“You have a girlfriend?” Kali asked in confusion.
“Yeah—Bonny. Didn’t Hunter tell you? We’ve been together since college. But Hunter is my master, and nothing can change that. I don’t mind taking a break if that’s what you two need. It’s important to set a good foundation for your relationship, and everyone can see that you’ve never done this before. But when he opens it back up again, I’ll be waiting. I’m really good at sharing, don’t worry. I won’t take anything away from you, I promise.”
Minx sounded sincere, but what she was saying was so awful that Kali could only leave the bathroom without another word. It sounded like a threat, but it wasn’t meant to be, she was sure. Clearly Minx thought that Hunter would be playing with her again soon.
When Kali rejoined Hunter, at first she expected him to ask about Minx. He saw everything, so of course he saw Minx go into the bathroom after her. But he didn’t say a word. Minx sneaked out when his back was turned and rejoined a pretty blond at a tabl
e on the far side of the table area. Usually Hunter was so observant, but Minx had gotten around him real neatly.
That made Kali think that Minx probably knew Hunter pretty well. So maybe she was right about him.
But that didn’t mean he was going to “open up” any relationship of hers. There was only so far she could go with this kinky stuff.
She remembered what Minx had said about Hunter not liking drama, so she didn’t tell him about talking to Minx in the bathroom. He would be angry at Minx for interfering in their relationship. He might even say something to her, and then Minx would have the satisfaction of knowing she had gotten to Kali.
Instead, Kali smiled blandly at Minx and her girlfriend as they headed out. Hunter nodded and said a pleasant hello/goodbye to them both, and then they were outside hailing a cab.
“So did you have fun?” Hunter asked.
Thinking back on how he had ordered her to come, and the fireworks that had blown through her mind, she said, “Yes, I did.”
“Do you want to come again?”
“Not next weekend. But I could come again soon,” she said.
Much to her relief, Hunter seemed satisfied with that. He went home with her, and he stayed the whole night in her bed, just like a boyfriend should. They ate chocolate chip mint ice cream that he fetched from around the corner and they made love twice, with only a little hair-pulling and arm-holding, mingled with long, deep kisses that never seemed to stop. Then they fell asleep in her bed.
Kali was in heaven.
Chapter 11
Hunter hated to leave, but he had to go. “I’ll be back on Friday,” he told Kali, kissing her good-bye on Monday morning. He was going to pack his suitcase and fly to the foundry in Pittsburg to oversee the creation of the molds for the benches and sundial.
Kali was prim in her buttoned-up corporate suit, but her expression was adorably sad. Big round eyes and tremulous lips that he kept having to kiss rather than leave. Silent, wistful sadness that he couldn’t resist. He wanted to sweep her up and carry her off with him everywhere, and never let her out of his sight.
“You’re killing me!” he exclaimed, taking one more last rough kiss. Her eyes sparked in arousal. “That’s better, Kitty-cat. I’ll text you later.”
Hunter caught himself whistling on the way to the subway. It was his father’s happy whistle that he would sound out when he came home from a long trip. Suddenly Hunter was ten years old again, feeling relieved that his dad was home and would take care of the pesky problems in the house that he couldn’t quite handle, like the leak under the sink or his mom’s sad face.
Jesus, I’m letting her in deep, he thought. It was a lot really fast. But he had gambled everything to get Kali, letting her meet his brother and his friends as his girlfriend. They had been shocked at the way he acted with her, he could tell. None of the usual Master/slave rituals. Nothing of his sadistic side. That would scare her away, and he had barely gotten her back again. He wasn’t going to risk blowing it.
So when he had seen Minx slink into the bathroom after Kali, no doubt to whisper all sorts of insidious things to her, he bided his time. When Kali emerged, she didn’t say a word about it, much to his surprise. He liked it so much that she was able to deal with her own shit that he gave her the romantic weekend of her dreams. They had pancakes and the Times on Sunday morning and a long walk along the river that afternoon, ending up curled on the couch together.
Mostly he sketched her in every way possible. He nearly filled a whole pad with Kali—Kali sleeping, Kali drinking her coffee in the back window, Kali in the shower, Kali getting dressed. He kept taking off her clothes so he could draw her. She always laughingly protested, then she would stretch out like the cat she was named for, luxuriating in the feeling of his eyes on her. As he sketched her, his dick would harden, as if he was claiming her by putting down her lines on paper. He decided to do a whole series of sculptures of Kali lying in bed, all of his favorite poses, some in bondage and others with her hair tousled and sleepy eyes.
Plus there was sex, lots of it. Hunter kept it mostly vanilla, but he couldn’t help the rough stuff creeping in. As long as he could sink his cock inside of her, he really didn’t need anything too kinky. Kali kept blowing his mind with her response. But he longed to spank that luscious ass, and was very proud of himself for not doing it. Minx had nixed that possibility for him this weekend. Whatever Minx had said, she had been trying to cast him as way out of Kali’s league, which would bother her. The power dynamics of growing up poor in a town that served a wealthy clientele had left Kali defensive of her own position in the world. Her desire for safety and security was part of that, something he was only beginning to understand.
So he shelved the spanking for later, and was more than happy with a little mock-force as she lowered her lips to suck his cock, putting his hand on the back of her head or holding her wrists and tweaking her nipple so she writhed against him. That, and he asked her to do things for him—fetch that pencil, bring me that cup. He was getting her used to serving him, and she took to it like it was second nature.
He didn’t leave her apartment the entire weekend, hoping to satiate himself on her so she wouldn’t hold so much erotic power over him.
But he couldn’t think about anything else but Kali as he packed his bags and flew to Pittsburgh. He should have been thinking about his project, but Kali kept creeping into his mind, and he’d find himself daydreaming about touching her and doodling her face on any piece of paper that came to hand. His balls ached for release that only she could give him, and his cock swelled every time he remembered burying himself inside of her.
He felt as if he was careening out of control again. Instead of satisfying him, their weekend together had been like a drug, and now he was addicted to her. In an effort to get mastery over himself, he restricted his calls to her to once a day, and he managed to stick to his self-imposed regime. But he kept sending her little texts: thinking of you or xxoo at night as she went to bed. He needed that contact, needed to see his phone light up with her return texts, as mushy as his own.
His lonely nights in his Pittsburg hotel room were torture. The molds were critical. If anything went wrong, the whole project would go off schedule. When he couldn’t be at the foundry, he walked for hours along the river, up and down over hills, finding himself in some dicey areas of Pittsburgh. But he had to wear himself out to stop his racing thoughts. He should have felt on top of his game, but he felt disconnected and adrift. Kali sent him photos of the flagstones being laid on the plaza, but it wasn’t the same as being there to watch over the work.
The only time he could focus was when he was at the foundry. There he was alive. He took over the old workshop where molds were made from the patterns. First he had to create wax patterns from the original bench, the numeral medallions and the parts of the sundial. He had made the mock-up of the twenty-four-foot spear from flattened sheet metal so it would have a slight wavy texture similar to the surface of the bench. The time-consuming part was working over the wax patterns once they created them, rubbing out the seams and the tiny pockets where bubbles had been caught. Then the wax patterns were coated in ceramic and fired in the foundry’s huge kiln to remove the wax and set the molds for the bronze.
After he inspected the mold of the bench to find it was perfectly formed, his first thought was to call Kali and tell her. He took a photo of it and sent it to her before he even thanked the foreman.
He hated himself for being lovesick, but the woman drove him wild! All he could think about was her body in his hands, writhing under him, as he pushed her higher and higher into ecstasy.
As much as he wanted to push through and cast the sundial, it would take another week for the bronze shipment to arrive, so he would have to come back for the casting. Before he left, Hunter looked over some samples to decide what finish he wanted when they poured the bronze into the molds. In the original proposal, he had intended it to be polished bronze. But he decided the molds were
good enough that he wouldn’t have to grind off imperfections, so he could leave the metal raw. There were some interesting chemicals the foundry could rub on the inside of the molds to give the surface patina a textured look. It was something he would have to consult with Ryan on.
By the time he flew back to New York, Hunter was seriously on edge. He had hoped that time away would let him get a grip on himself, but he was like a junky rushing to get his fix. Running to get his girl. Like nothing else mattered.
He got to Kali’s place before she returned home from work, so he waited on the stoop outside. The blinds in the window next to him swayed as someone looked out at him, but nobody came out and told him to leave.
He saw Kali coming far up the block, her swaying hips and slender ankles in her heels, her hair shining naturally in the sun. He was down the steps and walking towards her before he realized what he was doing, like a magnet pulled him towards her. Then Kali was in his arms kissing him, and he was himself again.
“I’m glad you’re home, Hunter.” Her smile was pure pleasure, without a shadow of the self-doubt and struggles he had been going through.
As they walked back up the steps, he kissed her hand, unable to speak at that moment. He wanted nothing more than to get her alone.
Once he bolted the door, he felt much better. Why was he feeling so freaking defensive? Like someone was going to dash in and carry her off? It was absurd, caveman nonsense. But there was no arguing with his gut.
She belongs to me.
He took her into the bedroom and began unbuttoning her shirt. She started to help, but he lightly smacked her fingers away. So she stood compliant, smiling slightly as he undressed her, removing her suit and nylons, bra and underwear. He even took off her earrings and necklace, laying them carefully on the small dish beside her bed where he had seen her place them at night.
She was embarrassed, as she always was to be undressed while he was fully clothed. But he liked her this way, naked and vulnerable. Ducking away from his eyes made every shy dip of her head or twist of her body turn her curves into magnificence.
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