Authors: Jan Bowles
Colt turned and studied Kat as she tidied the reception area. She wore a low-cut black blouse and simple skirt. He smiled, noticing that each time she’d wear something a little sexier. By leaving her to dress as she pleased, he found she naturally erred toward more revealing clothes. If she carried on this way, she’d soon be wearing practically nothing. It pleased him that she fit in so well. The clients liked her, too. First, because she was pleasing on the eye, and secondly, because she was very professional at her job.
“Leave that, Kat. It’s Sunday morning. We’ve got plenty of time to tidy up. Come, have a nightcap in the bar. I think we deserve one.” Kat had kept to herself for the last month, but the past few days he’d encouraged her to stay for a drink after hours. For that half-hour before he went to bed, he liked to wind down. Talking with Kat made a welcome change to drinking on his own.
They made their way into the bar. Luke and Abbey were just finishing up. When they sat at the bar, Luke handed him the keys. “The money’s in the safe, Colt.”
“You and Abbey going to have a nightcap?”
Luke shook his head. “Thanks, but we have a cab waiting outside. We’re gonna get off now.”
Colt nodded. “Sure. Thanks for all your hard work. We’ll see you both on Thursday.”
“You bet. I’ll lock the door on my way out.”
Colt knew the wages he paid more than made up for the unsociable hours. That was something he’d learned from his father. You pay the going rate, plus ten percent, and you get loyalty and allegiance. You pay the going rate, minus ten percent, and you get despondency and laziness.
When they were finally left alone, Colt leaned across the bar and grabbed a bottle of bourbon and two glasses. “I don’t know about you,” he said as he poured the liquor, “but I really enjoy this part of the day.”
Kat smiled. “Me, too.”
Colt couldn’t help but let his gaze wander down to the revealing neckline of her low-cut blouse. Her cleavage rose and fell with her breathing, defining the womanly swell of her breasts as they thrust upwards into incredible soft mounds. How he would love to slowly drift his tongue across the soft flesh until she moaned in ecstasy.
He raised his gaze to hers. Her eyes looked sad as she sipped at her bourbon. “What are you thinking?” he asked.
“This is the first year that I haven’t been wished happy birthday.”
“What, today?”
“No, yesterday, last night.”
“Why didn’t you say? I’d have given you the night off.”
“Not much point celebrating my thirty-fifth birthday on my own, Colt. It wouldn’t be much of a party. Besides, it’s just another year without achievement.”
“Right, if you’re not gonna celebrate your birthday then I’ll have to do it for you.” Colt actually felt guilty, he guessed if he’d looked at her personnel file he’d have known in advance. “Tomorrow, I’m taking you out to the finest restaurant in Fairfax, no expense spared. It’s my way of making amends for missing your birthday.”
Kat giggled. It was the first time he’d known her so relaxed. “I didn’t say it to get special treatment, Colt.”
“I know.” He raised his glass. “Happy belated birthday, Kat.”
Their glasses touched. “Thank you.” She had a wistful look in her eyes.
“Do I get a birthday kiss, Kat? I’ve been wanting to kiss you since you started working at Club Fusion.” Colt knew he was taking a chance, but the opportunity was too good to miss.
Her lashes briefly fluttered closed, and she licked her lips. “I’d like that, Colt. I’d like that more than anything.”
He leaned forward and wove his hand into her hair, circling the nape of her neck with his fingers. Her long, silky locks tumbled across his bare arm. He hadn’t been this close and intimate with a woman since Angie had left, and that was four months ago. He stared into her eyes as he brushed his lips across hers. When she didn’t pull away or resist, he deepened the kiss, reveling in the softness of her mouth against his and her sweet feminine scent. A moan escaped her lips as she responded to his touch and teased her fingers into his hair. Their tongues touched as she tentatively allowed him to explore her mouth.
The telephone began to ring behind the bar, and he could feel her start to withdraw. “Leave it,” he whispered close to her ear.
“No, I can’t, it could be important.”
He released his hold and watched her walk around the bar and take the call. He knew it was an excuse. Kat was certainly wary of starting a relationship with him. During the week, he barely saw her. Had she been deliberately keeping her distance?
When she replaced the receiver and began to walk from the bar, he called after her, “What is it?”
“One of the guests has lost a diamond ring. They think it’s in the dungeon. I’ll just see if I can find it.”
“Kat, leave it until tomorrow.”
“It’ll only take a moment to look, Colt,” she said as she disappeared through the doorway.
Colt swallowed the rest of his bourbon and put the empty glass back on the bar. My God, she was an infuriating woman. Kat Masters had to know that he always finished what he started.
Chapter Six
To Kat, the dungeon had never looked so appealing. She closed the heavy reinforced door behind her and leaned back against the wall. Her legs still trembled from the effects of Colt’s wonderful kiss. She just knew he would make a great lover, too. She put a hand to her chest and breathed deeply, trying to regain her composure. Anyone would think she was a schoolgirl and not a mature woman of thirty-five.
Once she’d caught her breath, she scoured the floor for the missing ring, anything to keep her mind from Colt Donahue.
When she heard the dungeon door open behind her, she continued the search. She felt frightened to meet his gaze. The man was a Dom. What exactly did he want from her? She had nothing to offer him.
“I said leave it, Kat.”
Unable to acknowledge his presence, she moved to the other side of the room.
A quick glance in his direction rooted her to the spot. She saw a look of pure sexual intent on his face. She knew he wanted to kiss her again. With no escape, she leaned back against the cool wall of the dungeon and awaited her fate.
Her breasts heaved with excitement at the sheer intensity she saw in his gaze. He took her hands in his. “You don’t make this easy, Kat.” Colt lifted her arms above her head. A gasp left her lips when a set of manacles was secured to her wrists.
“You bastard, Colt, no.” Why say no when her whole body yearned for his touch?
“You’ve forced me to take action, Kat. I just want to kiss you. This way I’m making sure you stay put.” Completely at his mercy, she craved his kiss like no other.
His fingers stroked slowly down her bare arms, sending ripples of desire pulsing through her body. She knew her pussy was wet. One hand gripped her waist, and the other caressed her cheek as he lowered his mouth to hers. A smile spread on his lips as he stared into her eyes. This time, his kiss deepened straightaway, and his tongue dueled with hers.
Her fingers tensed as his hand moved to cup her breasts. The contact of his skin on her sensitive flesh sent a shock wave flooding through her body and made her moan her appreciation. He broke the kiss and trailed tiny caresses down her neck. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he said against her exposed cleavage. His tongue snaked out to taste her, and she arched her body in response, pulling hard on the steel manacles securing her wrists to the wall. They only heightened her sense of losing control, making unknown pleasure pulse through her veins. God help her, she didn’t want him to stop. “Colt,” she whispered.
Immediately his lips sought hers, controlling her, dominating her, making her yield to his will. He roughly hitched her dress to her thighs and slipped a finger inside her panties. When he spread her legs wide with his own and touched her aching clitoris, she bucked with the contact.
“Oh, honey, that’s so rewarding. Your pussy is really wet.”
Fighting for breath, she stared into his eyes. “I’m not your type, Colt. I won’t buckle under.”
“Kat, honey, you might not know who you really are, but I do, I can see it in your eyes. You want me to take control of your life. You want to yield to me. You want to feel safe and protected.”
“You’ve the wrong woman. It’ll never happen.” Sadness enveloped her. Kat had never felt safe and protected in her life. Why would Colt be any different? He was a man just like all the rest.
“You just need to trust.” He stroked her face with his hand, brushing the hair from her eyes. His strong physique towered over her, yet he was so gentle with her. His other hand clasped the burgeoning nub of her clit, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger. Kat bit onto her bottom lip, trying to quell the whimpers of pleasure that wanted to erupt from her lips. He kissed her mouth, caressing her slowly as he stared into her eyes. “You’ve never trusted any man, have you, Kat?”
“No, they always let you down.” Her whole body arched as a finger slipped inside her soaking wet channel. “Oh, Colt.” She closed her eyes, savoring everything about him. His touch, his smell, his unique presence.
“Look at me.” She opened her eyes and looked directly at him. “I can give you what you really want. What you need.”
“You can’t, no man can. I’m a lost cause.”
He caressed her clit again, pleasuring it between his fingers. “You need this. You need me.”
She gasped. “I’ve never needed any man. I’m fine on my own.”
His lips covered hers as his fingers invaded her sex. He slid them deep inside her cunt, over and over until moans of pleasure tore from her lips.
“I can make you come like never before,” he assured her.
“I don’t come. I can’t come. I’m frigid.” The words felt like grit in her mouth as she spat each one out. It had always saddened her that she’d never been able to achieve orgasm. When she’d had sex before, only on the rare occasion had it been pleasurable, but she’d never been able to climax with a man. Perhaps orgasms were the ultimate myth. She looked up into Colt’s eyes. “I told you I was a lost cause.”
“Kat, you’ve been mixing with the wrong men. Just trust me.”
“No.”
“Then tell me to stop. Tell me you’re not turned on.”
“No.”
Their eyes connected, and she saw the knowing smile that briefly touched his lips. He was right. Her heart beat to a rhythm she’d never known before. Colt intoxicated her. He overwhelmed her with his presence.
He roughly pulled at her blouse. The buttons pinged and popped as the lacy material ripped noisily apart. When her breasts bounced free, he massaged them with his fingers, enjoying their weight in his hands. He took a nipple into his mouth, licking the tender peak with his tongue. “Some women are made to be fucked really slowly, Kat, and you’re one of them. Trust me, I know exactly what you need.”
“I don’t trust any man,” she whispered.
Slowly, Colt sunk to his knees in front of her. He unzipped her skirt, slipping it down her legs, and then tore the panties from her trembling body. Virtually naked in front of him, she whimpered. “Colt.” She could see her breasts heaving with excitement in the subdued lighting of the dungeon. All around her the instruments of restraint hung from the walls. Her wrists pulled against the manacles as he lifted her legs.
Using his weight, he pressed her back against the wall, spreading her legs wider with his broad shoulders until they rested on his forearms. Open to his darkest desires, he stared at her neatly trimmed pussy.
“Beautiful, just beautiful. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stop coming.” As soon as he finished speaking, he lashed his tongue over her aching clit. The sensation caused her to moan out loud. Her whole body went rigid when he did it again.
“Fucking hell, Colt, that feels so good.”
He speared his tongue deep inside her vagina then sucked on her clitoris again until she whimpered his name with need. “Colt.” His teeth gnawed at the sensitive flesh, and she whispered, “Colt, please.” No man had ever done that before. His skillful tongue lapped her entire slit, over and over until she felt delirious with enjoyment.
A tightening sensation began to spread at her core. Her stomach twisted until a feeling of desperation filled her thoughts. She’d never begged a man in her life, and she had no intention of begging now. Instead she just murmured, “Colt…”
Kat could barely breathe as he slowly drifted his tongue up to her belly. His lips kissed her quivering flesh. When he let her legs down onto the floor, they felt like jelly. He caressed his tongue up her torso and circled her nipples before drawing the prominent peaks slowly into his mouth. Her whole body arched as he sucked on the hardened nubs, and her wrists pulled helplessly against the restraints, heightening her arousal.
When Colt removed his T-shirt, her gaze feasted on his broad shoulders and finely honed chest muscles. They bunched and flexed as he pulled down his jeans and cast them aside. His cock stood to attention against his perfectly toned washboard stomach. He held the huge shaft in his hand, gently stroking it, pulling his foreskin back to reveal its glistening head.
“Are you ready for the fucking of a lifetime?”
Kat licked her lips as she studied the huge purple crown and bead of pre-cum on the tip. Her fingers flexed. “Let me go, Colt. I want to touch you.”