Taming Kat

by Aubrey Cara

  She sighed, “I don't know. It seemed the right thing to do. I mean when I left the next morning.” She hadn't wanted to be the pathetic girl that outstayed her welcome. “I hadn't had a one night stand before, but I know the drill. Not to mention I figured you were just entertaining yourself with me. I don't imagine I'm the type of girl you usually take home.”

  “What do you mean by you not being my usual type?”

  He sounded annoyed and that annoyed the hell out her. “Oh come on, Caleb. Look at you, then look at me. You're all chiseled sexy hunk-o-man that could get any chick he wanted, and I'm..... the girl guys go for when they can't have the girl they want. I've got a pretty face. I'm cute, but I'm chubby and short. You may have manly rugged battle scars. I have stretch marks.”

  For some reason the image of snooty Lindsey earlier that evening popped into her head and she felt resentment. “I'm not pageant ready or polished,” she said. “I'm fun to flirt with, and the girl guys think is easy cause I'm chubby. I went out on a date with a guy, and when I didn't put out because I just wasn't feeling it, he even said that he only went out with me because he thought I'd be easy. That's why I never slept with anyone in college.”

  She had always been the girl the guys went for at the end of the night when the girl they really wanted shot them down. They never asked her out on dates. They had never wanted her to be their girlfriend. At least not the guys she had been attracted to.

  “I swore I would never settle or let myself be used. And you, Caleb, were a weak moment.”

  Caleb shot to a sitting position, flipping on the light. He looked pissed, but so was she. “What's the matter, you don't like the truth?”she asked.

  “The truth? Seems like you're kind of lacking on the truth. You've got the truth according to Kat, and it's based on some stupid college aged asshats who hurt the fuck out of your ego. But you don't get to put that shit on me!”

  Suddenly Caleb ripped the covers back and had her top over her head before she knew what he was doing. He worked her sleep-pants down her thighs as she squealed in protest. She held her arms over her breasts and was squirming away.

  “What the hell are you doing?!”

  “Making my point,” Caleb said. He had her flimsy sleep-pants ripped down her legs and her flipped over on her belly in a heartbeat. He picked her up by her waist like she weighed nothing, settling her to kneel at the end of her bed facing the mirror. She took in their reflection. He was breathing hard, kneeling behind her, all sexy man in only his boxer briefs. She was white and shaking. The dim lights shaded what she knew was her bruised cheek and the other high up on her ribs. She had her arms over her breasts and she was naked. They just stared at each other in the mirror a minute before he asked, “What do you see?”

  She was looking at him. “A big bully.”

  He clenched his jaw and wrapped his arms around to take her wrists. Opening her arms, he placed her palms on the end of the bed frame. “Look at yourself, Kat,” he said. “What do you see?” She shook her head. She didn't want to play this game. “Want me to tell you what I see?” he asked, not waiting for an answer. “I see one of the strongest women I've ever met. I see the woman I haven't been able to stop thinking about for seven damn months. I see the woman who's been driving me crazy, ignoring me, even though she flushes red with arousal when she catches me looking at her. I see some of the most beautiful breasts I have ever laid eyes on.” She had tears in her eyes and shook her head as if to deny his words as he cupped each breast from behind her, pinching her nipples, massaging them, and pinching them again. She could feel his erection pressing into her back and her own mounting arousal between her legs. “I've dreamed about these breasts, kitten. About these round thighs wrapped around my waist, after I've spanked your ass. Don't think I've forgotten how much you liked that, kitten.” She shook her head as he made his point by running his hands down her thighs and around to cup her ass. “You don't think so? Why not?”

  “I'm not anyone's fantasy.”

  He grabbed her hips, lifting up, and pulled her back so her ass thrust back at him. She had to catch herself on the mattress to keep her balance in a more comfortable position. He moved her hands back up, so she had to look at herself in the mirror. “Keep your hands up on the bed frame and don't take your eyes off yourself. Do I make myself clear?”

  When she didn't answer he swatted her ass hard and asked again, “Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, sir.” Her voice came out wobbly from emotion and arousal. He might have been a domineering ass but it was turning her the hell on.

  Leaning over the side of the bed, he grabbed something and pulled it up onto the bed. She felt her cheeks heat.“Is that my box?!”

  He just chuckled in answer. The sneaky bastard, she didn't even want to know what else he had found snooping around her room. Suddenly his hand was between her legs pulling the moisture back to her bottom hole before she had the chance to enjoy the feel of his fingers on her slit. She heard the top pop on her bottle of lube and almost looked back. She felt something at her rosette before it pushed in. It was her little pink plug she had used many times before on herself, but she still whimpered as he pushed it in.

  “This a wimpy plug, kitten. We're going to have to get you something bigger than that to get you ready for me.” Kat eyes went wide at his words. She remembered his size. There was no way he'd fit. Caleb gave her a sly grin in the mirror before saying, “I'll fit,” as if he read her thoughts. She involuntarily shivered imagining being taken there by this overwhelming man.

  Leaning down he kissed and bit all over her ass until she was squirming. Then he sat back on his heels and swatted her ass hard. His hand rained down in stinging slaps all over her ass until she was gripping the bed frame tight, moaning as she thrust her bottom out for more. She bit her lip to keep from begging. Man, he spanked so good. She could feel her arousal drizzle out onto the inside of her thigh and she didn't care.

  Abruptly he pulled her back against his front, one arm banded under her breasts. The other came down and slapped her pussy as she cried out. Her head fell back on his chest her eyes closed. He slapped it two more times and she widened her knees even more. Tilting her hips up to meet his slaps. His hand came down in quick swats, making her dizzy. She was so wet she could hear it making sloppy sounds each time his hand came down. She didn't care.

  Every muscle was tensed and ready, making her aware of the little plug in her bottom. Just a few more slaps and she came in waves, arching her back and crying out. His smacks slowed and stopped until his fingers began a gentle back and forth slide over her sensitive slit, as if in apology for the abuse, as she came down. She opened her eyes and met his gaze in the mirror. His eyes were so damn hungry, nearly black in arousal.

  “Look at you kitten,” he said, practically growling.

  She did. She was flushed all over, her body was alive. She could see her own moisture smeared on her sex and thighs. She never felt more like a sexual being meant for pleasure than in this moment.

  “You kitten, are every damn man's fantasy,” he said. “Especially mine.” His teeth grazed the side of her neck and with his dark intense look she could believe he was a mythical vampire about to feast on her.

  He reached for his pants on the end of the bed and pulled a condom packet out of his wallet, flipping the wallet on the floor. Ripping it open with his teeth he had it on and leaned her forward with her hands wrapped around the top of the bed frame once again.

  He nipped her shoulder and said, “Hold on.” Then his hands were at her waist as he pushed his hard length into her. The stretch was immense having only had sex the one night six months ago, but not as bad as it would have been had she not used toys in the interim. He sank slowly to the hilt, making her breath hiss out. She looked up and his head was thrown back. His body arched, as he held himself deep. A look of sheer pleasure-pain flashed across his face.

  She wasn't sure if he was a devil in heaven or a fallen angel in hell. He was beautiful
. Just at that moment he opened his eyes meeting her gaze. He smiled a sinfully wicked smile and she knew he was a devil in heaven.

  He slid out slow then pushed in hard, making her cry out again and again. He set a faster pace and she could only hold on. Her sex rhythmically clenched around his cock as it hit deep over and over. Her head fell between her hands and she pushed back to meet his thrusts.

  Just when she thought he was about to come he flipped her over onto the pillows on her back. He came over her, spreading her wide. He thrust back to the hilt without hesitation, setting a fast hard pace. Her body was bent nearly in half with her legs up over his arms, braced on either side of her. His hips pistoned, making her head spin. Her body arched as sobs of pleasure broke from her throat.

  Suddenly he reached one hand under her. He yanked out the plug and shoved two of his fingers into her ass. The feeling of being breached by his broad fingers, much bigger than her little plug, made her head spin. Her eyes rolled back as she detonated in intense shockwaves. Stars burst in front of her eyes as she screamed her pleasure. Her orgasm shook her frame as she dug her nails into his shoulders and back. Her sex contracted hard in pulses of completion as she milked his cock and fingers. She felt him swell even larger inside her before he roared, pumping hard into her causing her to cry out again, one last time as he pulsed inside her.

  She could only whimper, too destroyed to move, as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her bottom. Holding the condom onto his flagging erection, he pulled out. He got up and stumbled to the bathroom. She was sure she looked like the product of a crime scene. She heard water running, then he was back with a wash cloth. He cleaned her and she had a moment to think she should be embarrassed but she brushed it aside, too replete to care.

  Caleb came back to bed and climbed in behind her, pulling the covers up over them. He switched off the light and settled back down wrapping himself around her. He dropped a kiss on her shoulder before dropping his head down on the pillow with a satisfied sigh.

  Kat couldn't help but smile. She was pretty damned satisfied herself. She had almost drifted completely to sleep when she heard him whisper, “You're my type, kitten. In every damn way.”

  Tears sprang to her eyes as she felt him relaxed into slumber. She wasn't sure if she had a type, but if she did she knew he was it.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Caleb lay in bed just staring at Kat's delicate form. He had been having a dream where he was stuck in some godforsaken country doing a recon. He was stuck between two buildings when an explosion went off in front of him, and gunfire came from behind. His unit disappeared, it turned to night and he was kneeling over Kat. She was bloodied and sobbing. The dream version of Kat had been in much worse condition than how he had actually found her last night. He had picked her up and she disappeared. He'd woken reaching out for her.

  He'd been awake ever since. Afraid to go back to sleep. He had stayed over at Kat's to help her fight her demons in case she got scared in the night, and he ended up fighting his own.

  He lightly traced his fingers over Kat's bruised cheek, more green than purple. Her hair looked like a river of fiery satin in the morning sun streaming in through the blinds on her windows. Although she had red hair, her skin was creamy and devoid of freckles. With or without makeup she was gorgeous. He thought about what she had said about herself the night before. He was surprised to find his feisty little spit fire doubted her self worth. It seemed her confident shield was just a defense. Hell, her defenses could rival the Death Star.

  She blinked awake while he was lost in thought, still tracing the bruise on her face. Her amber colored eyes rested on him in sleepy contemplation. She grabbed his fingers in a light lazy grip, resting their hands in front of their faces.

  “What are you doing?” she asked in a sleepy voice.

  He had been thinking about the many ways he could disembowel the man that had attacked her last night. Instead he said, “Has anyone ever told you, you make the weirdest little chipmunk noises when you sleep?”

  She giggled, then groaned. “If I didn't know better I would say Del put you up to saying that.” Del, or Delia, was his best friend Jake's wife. And she used to be roommates with Kat. Obviously Del had complained about the cute little noises Kat made when sleeping. He was surprised by how much he liked sleeping with Kat, and even more, liked waking up beside her. He had never been one to stay the entire night with women but never bemoaned a woman in his bed, as long as they were happy to part ways in the morning.

  Over the years he'd had 'mutual understandings' with a few women. They wanted to entertain themselves with the military man/cowboy, and he was happy to oblige. They had wanted to commit to a relationship even less than he did. Kat had been correct about the one-night-stand drill. He would have appreciated her forethought to make herself scarce before he woke up. He would have, had it been anyone but her. Now that he knew how warm, cuddly, and adorable Kat was first thing in the morning he felt extra cheated she had left the last time they were together.

  “What time is it?”she asked.

  He looked over at the time. “Ten-o-five.”

  She sat straight up, clutching the bedspread. “Holy shit, didn't you need to be at the ranch this morning?”

  “Nope,” he said, trying to draw her back down, but the now fully awake woman was evading him. “I'm off today, and tomorrow. I'm visiting my mother this afternoon.”

  “Your mother?!” She asked in a way that indicated she was surprised he had one.

  “Yes, my mother. The woman that gave birth to me.” He went to snuggle into Kat for some morning loving when she squirmed away.

  “I just need to go to the bathroom,” she said. She hopped from bed, quickly covering her fanny and breasts with the inadequate screen of her hands as she scurried off, slamming the door behind her. The sound was loud in the room and made his skin feel tight. She had slammed his truck door last night, and he remembered she had let the door of his hotel room back in Virginia slam too. He thought she may need to learn how to stop slamming all the GD doors.

  He let himself relax again and waited for Kat to come back out. He would have gotten up to make some breakfast, but if her pantry was as bad as her fridge he was better off waiting. He glanced at the clock. She had been in the bathroom a while, and he hadn't heard the water running. He wondered if she was avoiding him as he swung his legs out of bed and got up. He padded to the bathroom door to knock, but the closer he got he could hear her talking in low tones. He rudely cracked the door so it was slightly ajar. He thought she was on the phone, but the longer he listened he realized she was giving herself a pep talk.

  “You're in over your head,” she said, pointed a finger at herself in the bathroom mirror. “What good can come from this? It's just sex. Sure it's mind blowing, Earth shattering sex. And what he said last night, was...not something you should think about. Ever. You need to not give a shit. So he's got that tall, dark, and dangerous thing going for him? This is not a romance novel. You need to stop thinking with your hooha. You are better than this.”

  Having heard enough he swung open the door, not even knocking. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned into the door frame as she jumped a foot with a startled scream. He tried not to laugh as she grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around herself.

  “What are you doing?!” she screeched.

  He smiled. “I just wanted to ask you something, but I didn't want to interrupt the pep-talk.”

  She blushed to her hairline, turning three shades of red from being caught talking to herself. For a moment she looked like she wanted to find a good hole to hide in. She quickly gathered herself and squared her shoulders. “Caleb, I'm glad you're here,” she said, making him quirk a brow. “I don't think we should do this.” She waved a hand indicating the two of them. “Last night was nice—”

  Nice? That made him lose some of his humor. “It had been better than nice from my end,” he said casually.

  He sized up his prey from
the tips of her little pink toes, to the top of her pretty head, and every glorious inch in between. “There is just something about you, kitten. Watching you flush all over.” She flushed a little just from him saying it. “The feel and sight of you coming.” He palmed his growing erection as he stalked toward her. Her eyes rounded as she took in his cockstand, unconsciously licking her lips. Her adorable reaction only made him harder. He had to smile when she backed up only to find she was already pressed against the counter.

  “You know what I'm thinking about right now?” he asked. She shook her head, her eyes again taking in his impressive erection before going back to his face. “I'm thinking about that little pink plug nestled between your cheeks last night, right where I wanted to bury myself while I spanked your ass.”

  She audibly swallowed as he caged her in. Making sure she felt every inch of him.

  “Caleb, like I was saying,” she breathlessly choked out. “About last night, it was—”

  “Nice. I heard you.” He fisted a hand in her silky auburn hair, tilting her head back so she looked him right in the eyes. “I just figured if you could call it nice, I did it wrong.” He heard her say “fuck” before his mouth covered hers with the desire of nearly seven months of stored up fantasies. Each and every one starring her. Her lips were soft, mouth was hot and wet. He imagined his cock there where his tongue played. He imagined how his thick organ would fill her mouth and she'd suck him down and swallow everything he gave her. She moaned low in her throat as if she could hear his thoughts, and that was it.

  He whipped her towel off. She squeaked as he set her ass on the edge of the counter, splaying her thighs wide. He could already see the moisture at her apex. “I love your cute little pussy.” He reached down to spread her wetness over her opening, thrusting his fingers inside to watch her head fall back on a moan. “All smooth, but for a little fluff on top. I love the little tuft of red hair at the top, like it's my own little leprechaun. I get lucky every time I rub it.” He could feel her muscles clamp down and squeeze his fingers as he worked them inside her.