Re/Paired (Doms of the FBI Book 2) (22 page)

Dustin had stopped by while she was still sleeping to drop off her stuff and debrief Keith. He hadn’t made headway in the case, but he was still gathering information, so that wasn’t a surprise.

They’d decided not to tell her that she was under constant, though unofficial, surveillance. The bureau didn’t have the resources to keep tabs on her, so Dustin, Malcolm, and Keith had decided to take that matter into their own hands. While Keith had been shopping, Dustin had been keeping an eye on Kat. They had a plan for most contingencies, and Jordan had offered his services as a backup plan.

She set to work. He flipped through three different games and watched the time-lapse video feed from her condo on his laptop. He looked over some case files, trying to fit together the puzzle pieces on cases he believed to be connected. Proving the links existed would enable them to streamline several investigations. Of course, life was never simple.

Eventually the steady tap of Kat’s fingertips on her keyboard came to a halt. She put it in sleep mode and rested her head just above his knee.

Wanting her to take some time to get comfortable with the position, he refrained from touching her at first. Then he gave in to the urge to stroke her hair.

She sighed, and he felt her eyelashes flutter against his skin. “I like this.”

A month ago, he would have punished a slave for speaking without permission. Now he wanted to hear her speak whenever she had something to say. Marveling at how much he’d changed in such a short time, he smiled contentedly and continued toying with her hair. “What do you like, Kitty Kat?”

“This. Being here with you. Sitting on the floor at your feet. You playing with my hair. I’ve fantasized about it. I’m not sure what that says about me, but I feel so peaceful and calm, like everything is right with the world.” She planted a tiny kiss on his leg and smoothed a caress across his ankle.

Though he knew she couldn’t see it, he smiled gently at her awed tone. “It says you’re submissive. How do you feel about that?”

The finger exploring his ankle moved higher. It wasn’t an evasion so much as an indication that she was processing the question. “I am fine with it. I don’t think I would bring it up in casual conversation, because people would judge me. But I can’t pretend I don’t want this—that I don’t need it. I don’t feel like you put me here to show that I’m lesser than you. It’s more like it’s symbolic of our relationship. That you’ll take care of me. That I’m yours.”

Another piece of his soul came to life, dropping down to join the rest of what she owned. Perhaps she belonged to him, but he belonged to her just as much. “You are mine, Kitty Kat. And I’ll always take care of you, no matter what.” Even if she suddenly decided she couldn’t be with him like this. “Now come sit on my lap. I want to play with your pussy.”

In stark contrast to the way she’d moved in his car, she rose with lazy grace. He guided her across his lap with his hands on her hips and arranged her so that she lay with her head against his shoulder, one leg bent up and out of the way on the sofa, and the other leg dangling off the side.

This gave him a clear path to her pussy with both his eyes and his hand. Her breathing sped up as she anticipated his touch. Of course, he had no plans to make it easy on her.

He spent time caressing her legs, especially the sensitive places behind her knees and near the junctures where each leg met her pelvis. Then he meandered upward to knead and pluck at her amazingly responsive breasts. The scent of her arousal saturated the air, and she whimpered. He liked that she accepted his will, made it her own, especially when her desires were driving her to the brink.

Flipping aside the soaked scrap of lace covering her pussy, he admired her handiwork for several minutes, stroking her outer lips with the barest of caresses as she shivered in his arms. “I like it, Kitty Kat. Have you ever shaved completely like this before?”

She shook her head. “I know you didn’t tell me to, but it seemed like something you’d want.”

Though many of his fellow Doms had strong views on the topic, Keith didn’t. A woman’s pussy was an expression of her personality. It functioned as an early warning system. Wild women had wild pussies. Neat women had neat pussies. There were tons of shades in between, and piercings presented even more options. Kat had laid herself bare for him. He wasn’t about to dismiss the implication of her offering.

“I want you every way I can get you.” With that, he captured her lips in a searing kiss and pressed her clit. She surged in his arms, crying out in surprise and ecstasy as she climaxed. He rubbed lightly, widening his forays to prolong her pleasure.

“I’m sorry, Keith.” She panted her apology and grasped at his arm and knee with trembling hands. “I didn’t see that coming. You’re very good at this.”

He chuckled at her attempt to turn her misbehavior into a compliment. “Thanks. But you still stole an orgasm, my sweet Kat. Stand up with your back to me.”

When she’d spent such a long time changing earlier, he’d stowed some gear in the small cabinet in one of his end tables. He extracted a few things. They weren’t for punishment, not really, but she did need some discipline. He had the sense that disciplining Kat was going to consume significant quantities of time. Though she was a natural submissive, she wasn’t naturally obedient. He liked that about her. It made things more interesting.

He pulled her wrists together behind her back. Beginning with the middle of a medium-gauge line, he wound it around her wrists, leaving about a six-inch gap. Then he brought the lines together in the space between her wrists and twisted the rope once. A few inches higher on her arms, he wound the line again. He continued up her arms, braiding them into his rope design until she was bound from wrist to shoulder, an elegant web of twisted rope running parallel to her arms between them. It was both decorative and functional.

The position thrust her breasts forward and put a nice arch in her spine. He turned her around to face him. Her lips parted, waiting for him to stake his claim. Her pupils were dilated, wide with wonder, and her chest heaved, bringing those pebbled nipples closer.

She’d just come, and now she looked almost ready to do it again. He couldn’t totally resist her siren’s song, so he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. She moaned and opened farther to offer more, but he refused the bait. If he got sucked in, he would lose himself in her generosity and beauty, in the headiness of loving the perfect woman in his arms.

Next he extracted a collar from his hiding spot. She trembled as he placed it around her neck.

“Nervous?”

She licked her lips. All that panting was drying them out. “No. I trust you.”

“You’re shaking like a leaf in a heavy wind.”

“Because I know you’re about to blow me away. But I also know you’ll hold me up and bring me down at the right time. It’s desire. Want. Not nerves.”

As he’d thought, but he liked hearing her say the words.

Bending down, he took her nipple in his mouth, lace and all. She sucked in a sharp breath, and her shoulders twitched hard, and he knew she’d tried to bring her hands to grip his head. He banded an arm behind her, lacing it between her bound arms and her back to hold her upright. She arched into his mouth, braced her pelvis against his, and sagged her weight onto his arm, surrendering completely.

She whispered his name, the reverent tone giving way to pleading when he switched to her other nipple. He played for a long time, taking turns torturing her sensitive buds with his teeth, lips, and tongue.

By the time he settled himself back on the sofa and had her straddle him, thick cream smeared over the insides of her thighs and dripped onto his shorts, enough lubrication for him to take her ass if he was so inclined. He’d get to it eventually. She had an exceptionally lovely rear end.

The last accessory he had for her was a pair of clamps on a chain. She hadn’t liked the clothespins on her flesh, but she’d loved having something on her nipples. Now that he’d prepared them, it was just a matter of slipping the clamps over her swollen nubs and tightening them down.

He slid the cold metal under the panel of her bra. This way the clamp would make her nipples stand out, and the wet lace would provide a constant friction as she moved her body.

She whimpered, begging wordlessly for more, as it squeezed her flesh. Then he threaded the thin chain through a link on her collar before he treated her other nipple to the same stimulation. Now whenever she moved her neck, it would give them a tug. She could exercise limited control over this sensation, invoking it when she wanted a little extra stimulation. It also presented an opportunity for an unexpected sharp reminder if she forgot about the connection and tossed her head with passion.

Then he set her back and reached for a condom.

“No,” she said. “I know we said to use them, but you didn’t last night, and I really like the way you felt inside me. I’m on birth control, and we’re both clean. How about we just use them for anal sex?”

He stared at her as he tried to recount their activities from the night before, and he realized she was right. When he’d taken her in the bedroom that last time, he hadn’t even thought to use a condom.

Though he probably owed her an apology, he couldn’t bring himself to be sorry. And she didn’t seem to want his contrition.

He nodded. “Lift up.”

She rose to her knees, and he pushed his shorts down to allow access. She canted her hips forward, trying to line him up at her opening. He helped.

“Slowly, Kitty Kat. Sink down slowly.” Her dripping heat felt like heaven on his cock. “You’re going to fuck me. Then you’re going to kneel on the floor and lick me clean. You’ll lick me until I’m ready again, and then I’m going to fuck you again. If you come without permission, I will stop, and I will beat your ass.” And then he’d fuck it, but he didn’t add that. She seemed incapable of controlling her orgasms when he took her anally. Part of him didn’t want to see her learn to control them. He liked that he could drive her beyond her ability to command her body.

She sank down until he was fully sheathed. Her hot, velvety warmth gripped him like an enclosure made just for his cock. The expression on her face morphed from need to an almost painful bliss, and he understood the enormity of what she felt, because he felt it too.

After a few seconds, she began to move. She tried to set a fast, grinding rhythm, but with her arms bound, she lacked some of the necessary maneuverability. He wasn’t inclined to help her, because she had him nearly there a lot faster than he had wanted to arrive.

Then she clamped down on him, her pussy tightening around his cock. His Kat had figured out that he liked the pain with his pleasure, and she used it now to heighten his experience.

“Vixen.”

She smiled in triumph until he was forced to grip her hair and ruin her attempt at control with a punishing kiss. Her juices dribbled from her pussy, drenching his balls. If possible, she squeezed him even harder. His balls drew up, and he came, a torrent of hot semen bursting from his cock to mark its territory.

Immediately, he lifted her from him and placed her on the floor between his legs. The cushion wasn’t there. He’d placed it to his right side so she could work on her briefs uninhibited by the placement of his limbs. No matter. The room was carpeted, so she had some padding.

She regarded his softened cock cautiously.

He smoothed her hair back from her face. “Have you never tasted yourself, Kitty Kat?”

She shook her head, but her expression remained uncertain. “But this isn’t just me. It’s you and me combined.”

That seemed to solidify her resolve. She bent down, and her pink tongue darted out, taking a swipe at the sensitive tip of his cock. She paused for a second as though considering the flavor, and then she went at him like he was covered in chocolate and whipped cream.

She moaned and slurped, two of the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard her make. His cock didn’t take long to rouse. It stirred to life, seeking the heat of her mouth.

Abruptly she lifted and captured his mouth for a searing, short kiss, and then she returned to his cock. He understood that she’d shared the treat, but in reality all she’d done was strip away his patience.

He tore her mouth away from his clean cock, pushing her back so abruptly she nearly toppled. In seconds, he had her splayed out on the sofa with his face buried between her legs.

She wiggled and shouted. The sudden movement had caused her some additional pain in her breasts. With her arms still tightly bound, her hands ended up under her ass, which had the added benefit of lifting her into the air.

Not bothering with niceties, he licked and sucked, thrusting his tongue into her hole to gather the cream hiding there. The extra saltiness, he knew, was his contribution to their passion.

She sobbed and screamed, pleading with him. “Please, Keith. May I come? Please, oh please, Master. Let me come.”

That last part might have been a slip of the tongue, but it showed her true attitude toward him. His heart soared, and he mumbled permission against her quivering flesh.

And then she came, climaxing with such force that her juices rushed out, bathing his face in her fragrance. Damn, but he could die here.

No, he couldn’t. His cock wanted more, and it was finally fully ready. He flipped her over to relieve the stress on her arms and shoulders, and he positioned her ass high in the air, exposing her swollen pussy. It still pulsed from the aftershocks of her orgasm.