Fortune (10 page)

Kat felt a frisson of deeply feminine satisfaction at his exhalation of pleasure.
Good girl.
She was pleasing him. She wanted his exacting instructions, his piercing gaze. She wanted his approval, something she had never sought from a man in her life.

“Hands back in your lap. Part your lips,” he said. “Just slightly for now.” She lowered her hands and clasped them together in her lap, opening her mouth as he’d directed. Too wide? Not wide enough? She gazed up at him seeking guidance but he was staring at her mouth, his eyes liquid and intent. He slowly caressed her lips with the head of his cock. She remained still, still as a statue. He had promised to teach her. Finally he met her eyes, the muscles in his jaws clenched as if he were in pain. “Listen to me, Kat,” he said, stroking her cheek with light fingertips. “It will take practice and effort for you to get skilled at this. What I expect from you now is good intentions. You’ll do your best and you’ll pretend to enjoy every moment my cock is in your mouth. You can answer me now with ‘Yes Sir,’ nice and sweet.”

“Yes Sir.” The formal words felt awkward, but she managed them.

“I want you to get your mouth nice and wet and open it up wide. I want you to take as much of me as you can manage. Okay? Try not to gag. ‘Yes Sir’ again,” he prompted.

“Yes Sir.” She was staring at his cock. Now that the moment of truth was here she was feeling a lot less confident. “Are you… Are you going to…”

“Finish in your mouth? Not yet, not until we’re tested. But yes, eventually I will and when I do, you’ll swallow. Spitting isn’t allowed, little one. And you won’t just swallow me, you’ll savor me. Okay?”

Her clit throbbed at the way he said it. She’d never tasted cum in her life but the idea of it suddenly became totally hot. “Yes Sir.”

“Very good. Okay. Open wider.” He pushed just the head of his cock into her mouth and she already felt overwhelmed. He was so big. She’d seen porn actresses bobbing their faces up and down on men’s cocks, making it look easy. It wasn’t easy at all. She felt clumsy and inept. Oops—she’d definitely nicked him with her teeth just then. She waited for criticism but he brushed his fingers over her hair and shifted closer to her. “Wider. You can do it, just try. Just let it slide in and out. Don’t fight it.”

She tried to relax her mouth. It was getting easier as her mouth got wetter. She finally felt she was getting the hang of it but then he thrust deeper. She gagged and he pulled out, then entered again, carefully inching deeper and deeper with each subsequent stroke so that, very soon, she was taking much more of him than she’d ever expected to manage.

“That’s right. You’re doing wonderful,” he said, caressing the back of her neck. He was barely halfway in. Still, she could tell she was giving him pleasure by the noises he made and the way his hands tightened on her skin. She slid her tongue over his shaft, caressing him with her lips. “Now touch me,” he said with a gasp. Words seemed to desert him then. He reached down and brought one of her hands to the lower half of his shaft. She squeezed the base of his cock, caressing what she couldn’t handle with her mouth. On pure instinct, she put her other hand on his balls, toyed with and teased them. He groaned. “God, you’re a natural.” He gave her breathless instructions.
Harder…softer…faster…deeper…
She felt his balls tighten, felt his body grow tense. He put a hand on her shoulder and drew out of her and with a low groan, he climaxed, shooting hot cum on her chest and breasts. She sat still, appalled and yet fascinated. His hand tightened.

“Stay,” he said. “Don’t move an inch.” He let out a sigh and looked down at her. She felt marked, used. She had made him come and he’d come on her. Now he seemed in no hurry to let her wipe it away. He reached out instead and ran a rough fingertip over each of her very hard nipples. The sensation was overwhelming, a hot pang of lust shooting right down to her pussy He brought her to boiling with nothing more than carefully placed touches. She needed to be fucked, right away.

“I guess I should have warned you.”

“Warned me?” Her brain was mush.
Fuck me now, please. But oh no, you just came.

“Warned you,” he said, chuckling. “Warned you that I was going to finish all over your chest. Ever had a guy come on your tits before?”

“Um, no.”

He got up and produced a box of tissues from a side table, wiping away the semen with firm strokes. “What about your face? Ever get a facial?”

“What?”

“I’ll take that as a no.” He gazed down at her with an amused smile, tossing the tissues to the side and taking her face in his hands. “That was very good. Excellent, actually. A lot better than I expected. You enjoyed that more than you thought, didn’t you?” He stroked behind her ear then brushed some errant tendrils of hair back from her face. He leaned to kiss her, holding her head, thrusting his tongue into her mouth so that she felt her whole body respond. When he drew away she was disappointed that he’d let her go.

“Little Ekaterina,” he whispered against her cheek, “does mama wait up for you at home? Can you sleep here tonight?”

“I can’t… I mean… I can stay a little while longer but—”

“But the idea of sleeping over terrifies you.”

“She’ll worry.”

“And the idea of sleeping over terrifies you.”

“Yes,” she sighed. “A little.”

“A lot. You’re a little liar. That’s one habit you’ll have to break. Well, come on.” He pulled her to her feet and back to his bedroom. It was as spare and practically furnished as the rest of the house, although the bed he nudged her toward looked quite comfortable. He pointed at the expanse of fluffy white comforter and multicolored pillows. “Lie down on your back and spread your legs. Pull up your knees.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, about to protest until his look compelled her to lie back. “Spread your legs,” he repeated, a little more sternly.

“Why?”

He gave her another look. “Because I told you to. Lie back and open your legs right now, Kat. Don’t make me say it again.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to suck on your clit and lick your pussy and you’re going to let me do it.” He came to her and pushed her knees apart but she fought him, the submission she felt moments before ebbing away.

“No, I don’t want that. I really don’t. I just don’t like it.”

He frowned dangerously. “Sometime I’m going to figure out what’s going on with that, but not now. I want to taste you and I have no desire to pry your legs apart while you deny me.”

“Ryan—”

“Sir.”

“Sir, just—okay, here’s the thing—” He climbed onto the bed next to her, pressing her back against the sheets. “Please, I just don’t—” His fingers crept up her thigh, parted her. God, she couldn’t believe how wet she was. He looked at her.

“You want it.”

“No.”

“Don’t tell me no, when all I want is to give you pleasure,” he said sharply. “Your body is mine.”

“Is it?” she challenged.

“Isn’t it? Aren’t you my submissive tonight? Isn’t that what we talked about?”

“Well, yes—”

“Then open your legs the way I asked.”

“Please—”

“What?” he snapped. “Explain—and make it good. You’ve already earned yourself a spanking with your behavior. So tell me why, Kat? Why can’t I?”

“It’s too intimate,” she said, pleading with her gaze for him to understand. “Please, it’s too intimate for me.”

“Whether it’s too intimate for you or not, it’s not going to hurt and it’s what I want, so I’m afraid you’ll need to submit to this whether you want to or not. And I’ll expect you to come for me,” he added, noticing her steeling herself.

Whatever. No way was she going to come. He pushed her back and parted her knees with his shoulders. If she really fought him, she knew he would let her up. She wanted him to fuck her, not this. She didn’t want this…this intimacy…this attention. She gritted her teeth as he lowered his mouth to her wet slit, teasing it with featherlight touches.
No. You won’t like it. Don’t like it.

“God, you’re beautiful down here, Kat. Your clit is swollen and wet. That excites me.”

She shook her head and swallowed a moan as he licked and sucked at her button, nibbled it a little. She reached down, clutching his shoulders. “Please.”

“Is this new to you?” he murmured against her slick folds. “You never let any of them do this? The others?”

“No.” She moaned again, twisting under his mouth. “Never.”

“So I’m the first one?” he asked, kissing and sucking her with just the right amount of teasing pressure to make heat flare and spread. Against her intentions, she felt desire begin to override her inhibitions. She started to make small, muffled noises of pleasure with each delicious stroke of his teasing tongue. He slid one finger up inside her, practiced control and persistence.
Oh lord, please help me.
“Am I the first one to have you this way?” he asked again.

“Yes,” she said. “God, Ryan!”

“Call me Sir.”

“God, Sir!” she wailed. He pinned her hips down and licked her all over with intimate, sensual strokes. She bucked and strained under him, her pelvis throbbing, the pressure building until she thought she would die. But she couldn’t let go… She just couldn’t let go…

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes…S…Sir…” The unfamiliar address was getting a lot easier to use the more horny she was.

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes, please, yes! Please.”

“You were so naughty, though, resisting me. I’m not sure that you deserve to come. I think you need to be taught a lesson about who’s in charge.”

She moaned. She had to come. He had to let her.

“Perhaps I should just stop and send you home for the evening,” he said, nibbling on her clit. The anticipation was unbearable. Her whole body was shaking, suffused with urgent need. She was almost sobbing now.

“Please, don’t stop. Please, please…Sir!”

It was the “Sir” that did it. He shouldn’t have allowed her to come after the way she’d fought him, but she remembered to address him correctly when she was half-insane with desire, and progress like that was rewarded. He thrust a finger back inside her slick wetness, then two, stroking her roughly, fanning the spark inside her to light into flame. He breathed in the sweet musky scent of her, the female essence, hot and wet on his lips and hands. He could feel it when she came. She was so tight, gripping his fingers. Even if he hadn’t felt her climax, her drawn-out groan of relief would have given it away. He watched her let go, forget everything but the sensation he was giving her. She was beautiful in the throes of orgasm, like a wild mythological goddess, dark hair and lashes against porcelain skin flushed with passion. He held her down until the shudders subsided, then kissed up her pelvis to her flat tummy, then up between her breasts rising and falling in the aftermath.

“Next time,” he whispered into the hollow of her clavicle, “I’ll tie you down first.”

Her eyes fluttered open, fixed on him and dilated.

He leaned over her with a smug grin. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

She launched herself into his arms and he held her tightly. God, she felt so good, so right. The shuttered, defensive girl was gone, replaced by this woman clinging to his neck. She pressed her cheek to his, buried her fingers in his hair. He’d known it would be this way.

“It wasn’t bad at all,” she finally admitted. “I kind of liked it.”

“
Kind
of
liked it?”

She giggled at his feigned outrage and he laughed with her, leaning back to take in the vision of her happy and relaxed in his arms. It was a start. It was progress. He sobered, dropping soft kisses on her forehead and then whispering against her lips.

“It wasn’t so bad, but you were bad, weren’t you?”

He felt her go tense, shiver.

“I’m sorry,” she said, pulling away from him a little.

“‘I’m sorry, Sir.’”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she corrected with a blush. “I just… I can’t explain…”

“Then let me explain to you. You can’t balk at intimacy in a relationship like this. Things are going to get a whole lot more intimate than me going down on you. A lot more intimate,” he repeated with a warning look.

She looked away, but he drew her gaze back with a soft warning tsk. “I was just afraid, I guess,” she said. “This stuff scares me a little.”

“I know. I know you’re still learning. Let this be a lesson to you. You need to trust me. You need to understand that I’ll always want what’s best for you. If you decide to fight me on something, you’d better think long and hard about whether it’s warranted.”

“I will. I promise. From now on.”

“I’m sure you will. However, there’s still the matter of your punishment.”

“Punishment? But…but like you just said… I’m… I’m still learning.”

He silenced her protests with a kiss. “Yes, you’re still learning. Here’s Lesson Number Two. When I feel like punishing you, I will.”

She pouted against his lips. “In my opinion, that lesson doesn’t seem very fair.”

“Lesson Number Three,” he said quietly. “Sometimes life with me isn’t fair.”