Chapter 2

That has to be the best night sleep I have had in a long time. I roll over and stare into the most gorgeous brown eyes I have ever seen. “Who said you could get in my bed with me? Oh wait, I did!” I giggle as I scratch Magnus’ belly and tell him what a good boy he is. I stretch, and groan at the idea of having to get out of bed, but this day isn’t gonna start itself.



Padding down the hallway towards the smell of coffee, Magnus in tow.  Nicolas is in the kitchen pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee. Ryan, my cook is already working on my breakfast. I really could handle breakfast myself, but Ryan’s waffles are so much better than mine. Magnus takes a seat at Ryan’s feet hoping he drops something.



“What is on your schedule today, Kat?” Nicolas asks while helping himself to a waffle. “I have a car and driver waiting downstairs, and I will send a member of my team and Magnus with you.”



I can’t help but sigh with relief knowing he won’t be accompanying me. I’m hoping to hear from Warren soon, and I really don’t need him eaves dropping, then grilling me about my conversation. Nicolas gets very weird about any man that talks to me or tries to get close. He is suspicious of everyone. I completely understand that it’s his job to be suspicious, but he takes it to the next level.



I can’t stop thinking about last night. Let’s face it,  I’ve had a crush on him since the day we met. I am a bit concerned though, I’ve never had a casual hook up or a friends with benefits situation.  I wonder if that’s what Warren is looking for with me. I don’t know if I could touch him and really not fall for him. Nothing saying that I have to share my feelings with him. Just as I’m about to pull my hair out, I get a smiley face text from him. I send him one in return, and it’s quickly followed by the word “Free?”



I reply with, “For you? Always” with the wink emoji.

It sends as my phone starts ringing.



“Somebody is desperate to talk to me, how are you Warren?” A sly tone in my voice.



“I’m good Kat, I’ve been thinking about you all night and all morning. Kinda thought you’d reach out to me. Are you good? I was worried I pushed you a little too far last night.” The concern is obvious in his voice.



“No, you didn’t push me too far. It seemed to be exactly what I needed. I did want to talk to you though. I think before we see each other we need to talk about what this is. I had a thought. What if we agree to see each other once, and see how things go, see if the chemistry is there in person. No sense in putting any pressure or labels on anything until we know what it is.” My voice is wavering from nerves.



“That sounds amazing. I had worried that since you don’t do casual hook ups you wouldn’t even give us a chance. Not that I think this is a casual thing, with our history, feelings are a given.” He sounded so confident and I could hear the smile in his voice and the nervousness disappear.  “Now, the challenge will be figuring out how to meet up without having to share you with Nicolas. I mean unless you want to try being double teamed?”



“Woah! Woah! Woah! Slow your roll there Casanova. One man at a time, for now.” I say with a giggle. “I have been planning a weekend getaway, I’ve been looking at hotels on the beach, something with a good spa. I’ll be traveling with my security detail and Magnus, but they will be staying in the adjoining room. I will be blissfully alone in my room.”



“Ok, let me know when and where and I will see what I can make happen. I am really looking forward to seeing you. Everything else aside, I have really missed being around you, it will be great to catch up. Where are you now?”



“In the back of my limo, headed for a little sit down with a club owner that’s causing trouble, why?” I ask, a bit concerned about the devious tone in his voice.



“Please can I see her?” He whispers.



“See who?” I ask, completely confused.



“Your beautiful pussy, I have not been able to stop thinking about it, she is probably the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen. Please.” He begs.



“I’ve never had anyone refer to my pussy as she or her, I like that. So is your cock him?” I say as I shift in my seat feeling another wave of slick heat hit between my thighs.



“It just felt right, like me just asking to see your pussy was too crass. Not really sure, it just came out. What do you think, can I see her? Right now?” His breathing getting heavy.



I don’t answer, I just hit the FaceTime button, shimmy my skirt up to the top of my thighs and spread my legs a bit. Tipping the camera so he can not only see her pretty close up, but he can also see my face. He answers quickly in a flurry of gestures and drops the phone and I hear him cursing at himself.



“Jesus, are you wearing pink lace panties? You know I have a thing for pink lace panties. Oh my god, Kat.” His strained voice is accompanied by rustling that I assume has to be him opening his pants and getting comfortable.



“Oh these? I thought I remembered a story about pale pink panties driving you wild, and I just couldn’t resist.” I tease.



“Yessss, wow, this takes my love of pink lace panties to a whole new level. So wait, then you were planning on showing me today? You little temptress. I knew I could pull this side out of you” he says, sounding like a giddy schoolboy. “So do I get to see her or just… oh my…”



His words catch in his throat as he’s watching me slide my hand beneath the waistband of my panties. They are a very thin delicate lace so he can see the color of my nail polish disappear as I slide a finger inside me. I let out a soft moan, loving the intense look on his face as he’s watching me. Sliding a second finger inside, I can’t help but throw my head back and grind against the palm of my hand. I set the phone down for a minute and can hear him cry out in frustration. When I pick the phone back up, I dangle my panties from my fingers and drop them on the floor. I slowly pan the camera up from my shiny black high heels, to my toned calves and knees, continuing up my thighs. Following my hand with the camera, I caress the silky feel of my stockings and the black lace band close to the top of my thighs.  I can hear his ragged breathing stop as he holds his breath watching me slowly spread my legs. Gently circling my clit with my thumb as I run a finger up and down my folds. I prop my foot up on the seat across from me to give him a better view. I hear a deep primal growl as he takes in the sight of me being spread open for him.



“Please… Sweet Jesus… god damn,” is all he manages to get out.  “Baby, how is it possible that she is more beautiful than last night? My god. I want to watch you cum. “



“Just me? You’re just gonna watch? Don’t you need a release?” I ask, suddenly nervous about needing to cum on camera without the assistance of watching him jerk off.



“Yes, I need a release. I always do. But I want to watch you cum without anything to distract me. I will give you directions so I get to see exactly what I want. Understood?” He states with a commanding tone.



Wow, ok. He is going to tell me what to do and I just do it? I mean, this is what I said about someone taking control, right? I’m just gonna get out of my comfort zone and do it. What’s the big deal? I did it just last night without much input.



“Understood? Please do not make me ask a third time.” Is that anger I hear in his voice?



“Yes, ok. I will.” I blurt out before he has to ask again.



“Good girl,” the velvety tone returning to his voice.



A rush of wet heat floods my exposed pussy, making me shiver in my air conditioned car. I had no idea that I’d like being called good girl or that it would have that effect on me.



“Hmmmmm, it would seem someone has a praise kink. Good to know. Slide a finger inside her, and pump it in and out. That’s it. Add a second finger, and keep pumping” he says and I immediately comply. Just out of habit, I stroke my clit with my thumb. “Not yet, do not stroke your clit til I give you permission”



“Permission?” I gasp, “I thought you were just going to tell me what to do?”



“Are you questioning or complying? Questioning results in punishment, complying results in cumming. Which sounds better to you” he asks.



“Complying.” I say as I bite my lip, impatiently waiting for permission to stroke my own clit.



“That’s it, just like that. Tell me how it feels.” He commands.



“It feels so good, I wish it was your fingers inside of me.” I purr.



“Slowly rub your clit, increase speed and pressure as you feel your orgasm building, but do not cum. Tell me when you feel like you’re going over the edge,” he says, staring intently at my fingers diving deep into my wet pussy. My cheeks flush at the sound of my wetness. I moan, feeling the build, chasing my release.  “Yessss, that’s it, hmmmm, I love the way your hips thrust to meet your fingers, like your pussy can’t get enough. That’s it, add a third finger, I want to see you stretch for me.”



Adding a third finger has me almost climbing the walls. I pump my fingers in and out faster and faster, harder and harder, going deeper and deeper. “Oh god, I’m so close…”I can barely speak as I’m hurtling to the point of no return.



“Stop touching yourself, right now!” he barks. His tone startles me and I yank my hand away, letting out a frustrated groan. “Good girl” his voice low and gravelly. “How close were you?”



“Very, probably 2 minutes away, please, I need to cum,” my voice whiney with obvious  need.



“How much longer is the ride to the club?” He asked.



“Probably another 20 minutes” I say, scanning the area to see exactly where we are. It’s then I notice the privacy screen isn’t all the way up. “Well I hope he is enjoying the show” I chuckle.



“Who?” He barks.



“The privacy screen in the limo isn’t all the way up.” I tell him, as I adjust my skirt.



“Tell him to raise it. She is mine. Nobody else gets to see her without my permission, ever, understood?” The possessiveness in his voice is startling.



Not really knowing what this is, I decide to go with it and play the part. “Yes, can I please touch her now?”



“Do you know how hot you sound asking for permission? Yes, you may, one finger, no touching your clit.” I immediately plunge my finger into my drenched pussy, a frustrated moan escapes me, “Need more baby? Add another finger, that’s it fuck her so good with your long fingers.” My god, the wave of pleasure is building so fast, I almost don’t want to tell him I’m close.



“Jesus, Warren, I’m so close, can I please cum?” I beg.



“Stop touching her right now,” he commands. My hand instantly withdraws. I cannot believe how automatic it’s become. “How badly do you need to cum? Maybe if you ask nicely.”



“Please, I need you to let me cum so badly, please. I promise I will be a good girl and do exactly what you say.” My voice sounded needy and tortured.



“Yes, baby, that’s what I need to hear, the absolute torture in your voice makes me so hard, imagine what I could do to you if I was there. Slide two fingers in, pump slow and soft. That’s it, oh she looks so beautiful with your fingers sliding in and out and coated with her juices. I bet you are sitting in a puddle.” Moaning and unable to form words I nod my head. “Add a third finger, and move faster and harder, I want to hear you, imagine those are my fingers,” my head is spinning with the slow steady growth of my need, a gravelly desperate moan escapes me when I try to say please. “Yes baby, you are so fucking beautiful, stroke your thumb over your clit and imagine that is my tongue. How close are you, baby? Tell me.”



“Oh, I’m so close… please… can…god. I need… yes, please….” Is all I can get out, I am teetering on the edge, so close to tumbling over into the bliss of orgasm.



“Fingers out, fast hard pressure on your clit and cum for me” he demands.



Instantly complying, it takes two or three firm strokes across my clit and the orgasm slams into me. I feel a rush of fluid wetting my hand and thighs and dripping down the edge of the seat. My god, I don’t think I have ever cum like that before. I can feel my body buzzing all the way down to my toes.



“Good girl, that was amazing to watch you cum for me and squirt. That was beautiful. Looking at my watch it looks like I let you cum just in time for your meeting. I’m gonna let you go get cleaned up. Thank you, that was amazing” he states.



“Yes, I mean ok, yes, thank you. Yes, clean up. Ok. Jeez my brain is scrambled” the smile on his face hearing me say that is amazing. “Ok, I’m gonna go and get myself together for my meeting. Talk to you later?” I ask.



“Of course” he answers with a sexy smirk on his face.



“Think about me” I tease.



“You know I will.” He says licking his bottom lip. I wonder what those lips feel like. No! Get it together. We will be at the meeting location in less than 5 minutes.