“I might be the villain in someone else’s story but that’s fine….” King Mala’s Cult Leader is blasting in my headphones as I finish my run. I know exactly what Nicolas is going to say when I get back upstairs, “Kat, it’s not safe for you to just disappear like that, especially at night.” I’m a total monster if I don’t get my run in. Besides, I had Magnus with me. At 75lbs, 26” at the shoulder, and a 195 psi bite strength, Magnus is not only a great body guard, but also a social deterrent, meaning he prevents any social interaction from happening.
Magnus is not a fan of the elevator and does his usual tippy tappy dance on our way up to the penthouse. No sooner does the door open do I hear Nicolas. “Are you trying to get me fired? Are you trying to get kidnapped? Or mugged?” As his volume increases, Magnus places himself between Nicolas and I, a low grumble coming from him as Nicolas closes the space between us. “Will you leash that rabid beast?” He shouts over Magnus’ constant growl.
We head down the hallway and I hear Nicolas still going on about my safety blah, blah, blah, but I’m more interested in getting Magnus some water and me a shower. I’ve had Magnus now for almost two years, he was a 32nd birthday present from my father. Magnus is a trained bodyguard dog. Trained to put himself between anything he views as a threat, and he has a particular dislike for Nicolas. The feeling is mutual, as Nicolas feels as though Magnus has replaced him.
The shower feels great and I revel in the heat of the water as it washes away all of the sweat and stress from the day. I can’t help but think about how long it has been since hands other than my own have been on my body, as I massage in the fragrant lather. I find myself moaning as I slide my hands up my inner thighs, my fingers grazing my pussy. Pumping more soap into my hands I lather up my smooth folds, gasping as I soap up around my clit. I’m already wet, definitely horny, I may as well take care of this growing need now. With two fingers I continue to circle my clit, tracing my fingers lightly across it every now and then. With my other hand I caress my left breast then my right, my nipples already pebbled from my growing excitement. Within minutes, I am on the edge of an orgasm, so I slide two fingers in my soaked pussy and feel it squeezing as waves of pleasure crash over me.
As I get out of the shower and dry off, my cell phone dings. I know instinctively who the text is from. I look at my phone and smile when I see the smiley face. I respond with the same, hoping his next response will be asking if I’m free. Warren is one of the few people that knew me before I took over my father’s businesses. He has always been a sounding board, a source of advice, and basically my safe space. I can say anything, ask anything, and he always tells me the truth. He was super wild when he was younger, nailed anything with a pussy, got into fights, did drugs, he is an endless source of knowledge and stories.
Unfortunately, we never got together on a romantic level. He always said he liked me too much to ever date me. I always thought I just was never his type. He always went for the bombshell type, big boobs, blonde hair, more makeup than brains. But it is true, even now that we haven’t seen each other in a long time, I still consider him my best friend. He is annoyingly good at predicting how my dates will turn out though, thus the long dry spell.
No further response from him. We also will just send each other smiley faces to let the other know we are thinking about them. It feels good to have someone from outside my daily life that thinks about me… just me and not what I have or what I can do for them. Just when I’m about to give up and go to sleep, my favorite text comes through, “Free?” I can’t type yep fast enough. Hoping he can call, but I’d be happy to even just text with him. My phone rings, a picture of him smiling pops up on my phone and I answer it on the second ring.
“Jeez, desperate to talk to me Kat?” he says in his smooth deep voice.
“Me? Desperate to talk to you? Where’d you get that idea?” I ask in a bratty tone.
“You answered on the second ring, you are either bored, or avoiding Nicolas. Which is it?” he asks.
“Both, and I was kinda desperate to talk to you. I need to hear some juicy stories about things you’ve done, I need to spice up my vanilla spank bank” I say then instantly regret it.
“Maybe you need some first hand experiences?” he offers.
My heart is in my throat and I don’t know how to answer that. I have had a crush on him since I met him when we were both 18. He was the guy that walked into a room and everyone would notice. Yes he is attractive, but it’s more than that. This man had big dick energy before anyone knew what it even was. I have watched women trip over themselves to talk to him, he is magnetic. He is also quite handsome, but to hear him talk, he is average. Mr. Medium. Medium height, medium everything. But something tells me that’s not 100% accurate.
“Hello, Kitty Kat? Are you still there? Or did I scare you away?” he asks.
“I’m here. What do you mean first hand experience? I don’t want any charity sex. I’m not pathetic, just having a dry spell, most likely because you doom every date I go on before it starts.” I spit.
“I thought you liked talking to me about that stuff?” the regret apparent in his voice, “I wasn’t trying to ruin anything for you, I just knew they would be disappointments for you.”
“And exactly how do you know that, Warren?” the tone of my voice making my annoyance obvious.
“Because they aren’t me.” he says in a low serious tone.
“What? Are you kidding me? Have you run through every bombshell in the greater tri-state area? I’m not even your type, I didn’t think you ever looked at me like that. Are you even attracted to me?” I ask him, not really wanting him to answer because I know him so well that I will be able to tell if he is sugarcoating it.
“Is that even a question? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You are beautiful Kat. You have the most gorgeous dark brown, almost black eyes. Long brown and purple hair, that we both know would be all grey if you stopped dying it, but I guess going all grey at 18 isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. You have a body that makes any man that looks at you think really dirty thoughts. Legs that I’ve often wondered how’d they feel wrapped around my waist, or neck…” he trails off.
Did he just say around his neck. Jesus. I can’t help the heat that is pooling in my core. What do I say? How do we make this change in our relationship? The idea of being with him both excites me and terrifies me, he knows things about me that I’ve never told anyone, and he knows every single thing I’ve ever done while naked. My palms are sweaty, I put the phone on speaker on the pillow next to me and try to dry my hands on my blanket.
“I’m sorry, was that too much? I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and I kind of thought you may be feeling it too. If I’m completely off the mark, just forget I said anything. And we can go back to the way things were.” Sadness and worry evident in his voice. I have to let him know this isn’t true. I need this.
“No, you absolutely aren’t wrong. I have wanted to have more than a friendship with you for years. You’ve just always had several women orbiting around you and I don’t want to be one of a group. But I don’t think I have the experience to keep you interested and satisfied with you only being with me. I would need you to choose to be with just me, and you have never been with just one woman at a time. I worry that we are setting ourselves up for disaster, heartbreak and a ruined friendship.” The words just ran out of me. Will that make him back off? Did I just fuck up my chances to be with him?
“I’ve got to you tell Kat, my dick is so hard right now, even thinking about getting the chance to fuck you.” He says with a laugh.
“Really? You have a hard-on for me right now” and with that, my FaceTime starts ringing. I quickly run my fingers through my wet hair, and pull-up the towel that I’m still wrapped in from my shower. I click accept on my phone and see his smiling face.
“Hey, I figured I’d prove it.” He says with a sexy smirk on his face. I can’t help but notice that his right bicep is flexing, and it takes me a moment to realize he is stroking his cock. “So how do you want to do this? If you want, we can just keep talking and I’ll keep the camera on my face, back it up so you see all of me or just flip the camera so you see my proof. The choice is yours. You don’t have to show me anything at all if you don’t want to.”
My breath catches in my throat, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the thought of him. “Can we keep the camera on you for now? And keep talking?” I ask meekly.
“You can have anything you want, you should know that. Especially with who you are.” He says.
“Exactly, that’s part of the problem. People always give me what they assume I want regardless of whether it’s what they want or what’s right for them. It’s frustrating, no one has ever asked me what I want. I need someone and something genuine in my life” I say hoping he wants to be that someone.
“So tell me again about this ‘vanilla spank bank’ you are struggling with” he says, in a low slow tone as his bicep continues moving.
“I really don’t have anything particular other than a few lame encounters that I have to spice up in my head so I can make myself orgasm” I share timidly. I grow a pair and just say it, “Is it so wrong that I want someone to make the decisions? I want to be overpowered, pressed up against the wall by my throat and taken. I’m so tired of being treated like a delicate flower.”
“So then me telling you I want you naked and on your knees in front of me so you can suck my cock, is a good thing,” he says with a sexy smirk across his lips.
“Yes,” I practically mumble. My body’s reaction to his suggestion is undeniable. I am getting so turned on. I’ve never heard him say something like that, so forceful and demanding. I wonder how I’d react in person.
“Kat, are you saying you’ve never had a man be in charge or are you saying you want to be dominated?” He asks with a note of tension in his voice. Could he be getting close to cumming, just from stroking his cock that slowly.
“Well no. In my position, everyone answers to me, without question or they are dealt with harshly. It’s not a secret who I am so no man has ever tried to dominate me.” I can’t help but feel proud and ashamed at the same time.
I didn’t even realize that I have been stroking my clit and running my fingers along my drenched folds. A shocked gasp escapes me when I remember I’m on the phone with him, not listening to one of my audiobooks.
“Are you touching yourself Kat? Please let me see. Look at the phone, I want to show you something. “
I pick up the phone, still circling and teasing my clit, and I see his gorgeous smile. He sets the phone down and sits back down on the bed. Oh my god, he is pumping away on his beautiful hard-on. I’m mesmerized, I wonder how it would feel in my hand, or in my mouth, or dear god I’m not sure that will fit. A moan escapes me, did he hear that? He must’ve because I hear him groan in response, “yes baby, I want to hear you cum. I need to see you, please.” He begs.
With all the courage I can muster, I open my towel and angle the phone down at my smooth soaking wet pussy. I continue to alternate between circling my clit and running my fingers up and down my wet folds. I hear him gasp, as I slide a finger into my hot dripping opening, damn that feels good. I notice his hand moving faster, “add another finger.” He chokes out, and I instantly comply. Moaning with pleasure, I pump my fingers in and out, picking up the pace to match his hand. “My god baby, you are so beautiful, that is the hottest thing I have ever seen. You quivering on the edge for me, eyes locked on me. I wish you were here right now.” He growls, then an amazing groan escapes him, “oh god, yesssss” he hisses, “I’m gonna cum, I want you to cum with me”
Increasing the speed and pressure of my fingers as I fuck myself right over the edge with him. “Oohh god, I’m cumming” I almost shout.
“Yessss baby, me too, oh fuck, yesss.” His head resting back against his headboard, lazily giving his cock a few final strokes. “Kat, that was incredible, I’ve never experienced such an intense orgasm on my own.”
Suddenly feeling really naked and exposed, I wrap the towel back around me. What did we just do? I feel like the floodgates have been opened, and all those little thoughts and desires I’ve had over the years have come barreling into my mind. Thoughts I’ve had about him, fantasies about sex in general, the heat already starting to pool again.
“Hey, you ok over there? All I can see is your ceiling. Kat, Kat?”concern tainting his normally smooth voice.
I reach over and scratch a sleeping Magnus between the ears. What the heck did I just do? It’s probably no big deal, he’s probably done this 100 times. “I’m here,” I say, trying to sound calm and unaffected, meanwhile my entire body is screaming – do it again!
“Kat, that was incredible. I have always wanted to see what you had going on under your clothes. I knew it would be hot, but god damn, you are spectacular.” I can also hear jostling noises like he is moving the phone around. Picking it up, I expect to see him fully clothed again, but to my surprise he is naked and laying in bed. He’s picked up his phone though, so I am looking at him bare chested, head on a pillow and I assume there is a blanket there somewhere. For some reason the baby blue sheets surprise me, always expected red sheets or something more seductive, like black satin.
“I bet you say that to all the girls you have mutually masterbated on FaceTime with,” I blurt awkwardly trying to fill the space.
“I have actually never done that. Most girls I’m interested in don’t live in a fortified penthouse complete with armed security, personal bodyguard and a fur missile. When can I see you?” His smooth voice sounding hopeful.
I’m not really sure where to go from here. I am curious about why he asked me about being dominated, and when can he see me? I’m guessing this means he wants to see me! Like naked, see me. Shouldn’t we go on a date first or something? Or is this just a fuck thing? Ugh. “So why did you ask me if I’ve ever been dominated before?” I say, trying to avoid the topic of an in-person meet.
“I’ve always wanted to explore being able to completely dominate someone in the bedroom, but never had the right person with me. There is more to it than just taking charge, there has to be trust and respect. We already have trust and mutual respect, and clearly the attraction is there. ” He is absent mindedly running his fingers along his full sleeve tattoo. I find myself thinking about how it would feel if those were my fingers, or my lips, or tongue. The growing need in me is getting distracting. Should I see if he’s up for another go? “Someone is breathing heavy,” he comments and lowers the camera so I can see that he is in fact hard as a rock again. My eyes widen and I run my tongue along my bottom lip at the sight of him. Dear god.
“Thought maybe we could go again, I’m guaranteed to get a great night’s sleep after 2 good orgasms.” I say as I bite my lip anxiously waiting for an answer.
Adventures 224 