A knock on the door interrupts my afternoon reading. Putting my book down, I get up with a sigh. Looking through the peephole I can only see someone’s shoulder. It’s too soon for my room service, so I open the door slowly.



He is on me within a second, his lips crash to mine, swallowing my shocked gasp. The passion in his kiss sends a wave of heat straight to my core. I can feel him everywhere, his hands move fluidly from the sides of my face down to my neck. He pauses as he gives my throat a squeeze and I can’t help the moan that escapes me as I press into his grip. He tugs roughly on my already hard nipples, there is no hiding that I want him. While devouring my mouth he returns his grip to my neck and uses it to press me to the wall as he finds the waistband of my panties, slides his hand down, cupping my sex with his large hand while he gently strokes my throbbing clit with his thumb.



“You are soaking wet for me” he growls, as he runs a finger between my wet folds. I can’t help but chase his hand with my hips as he pulls away. “You are going to need to work hard for your orgasm. “ he whispers. I try to drop to my knees to give him what I think he wants but he stops me and points to the bed.



“Clothes off, now” he orders. There wasn’t much to remove, only my panties and an oversized t-shirt. I can feel his gaze slide over my skin, I cross my arms trying to hide some of my nakedness. “Arms down, you are never more beautiful or more powerful than when you are naked,” he says while removing his belt. In one swift movement, he secures both of my hands with his belt.  “It is only through your total submission to me that you will learn that. You may think you know what submission means because you saw it in a movie or read it in a book, I guarantee neither of those even scratch the surface of what true submission is. I own you, your body, your soul, your mind. All mine to use in anyway I need, or want. You are not completely without power however, you need to decide on a safe word. When said, everything stops, no matter what. There is no punishment for using your safe word, ever.”



Trying to loosen the belt on my wrists, I wiggle them back and forth. “Be still” he commands.



“Does that mean there are punishments for other things?” I timidly ask.



“Of course there are. Punishments help me mold you into exactly what I need, Daddy’s perfect little whore. Now, your safe word? Make sure it is something you will remember but not something you would likely say while naked.“



“Lavender,” I say, but it comes out as a whisper.



“Speak up when you answer me. And you will call me Sir or Daddy when you address me from now on, and I will call you baby, good girl, or my little whore.” he says with an authoritative tone that makes it clear that he means business.



“I don’t want to be called a whore. Why can’t you just use my name? “ I asked meekly.



“When you are here with me, as my submissive, you are an object, my property, a collection of holes that I use for my pleasure. You are not you, your personality, your thoughts or any issues or hang ups you may have. You are a blank slate, a beautiful lump of clay that I can mold into perfection. For the last time, safe word?” His tone all business as he runs his hands through his hair.



“Lavender, Daddy” I say while his gaze sends waves of heat through my body, no doubt making me even more wet.



“Good girl” he purrs as he slides his finger under my chin to raise it so I meet his eyes, I would swear his eyes are light brown, but when he looks at me like this, they seem to almost have an amber glow. My body thrums from feeling the heat and lust coming from him, and also the need … but not the usual need. More like the need to dominate, to own, to make me his.



He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a chain. It’s a little unusual with a metal ring at each end. I notice as he plays with it, letting it slide smoothly from hand to hand. He steps towards me so close that I can feel the heat from his body, and from his breath. He takes the chain and runs it up my arm, then across my collar bone, snaking it around my neck. Shivers run up my spine as the cool smooth metal comes in contact with my skin. He continues his torturous journey slowly letting the metal graze my rock hard nipples. I try to stifle a moan, but it comes out anyway. My cheeks flush with embarrassment.  The second he hears it, he freezes.



“You are here for my pleasure. If my pleasure and your pleasure are derived from the same act, it is a coincidence. I will tell you when you are allowed to enjoy the sensations you are feeling. Doing so without permission will result in punishment.”



“What? That’s insane! I can’t control what my body reacts to. The next thing you are going to tell me is that I’m forbidden to orgasm! And whatever happened to my room service order.” I blurt.



“I canceled it. It’s amazing what you can get done by slipping someone $50. I didn’t want to risk any interruptions. Get up, right now,” he said smugly.



I awkwardly get up off of the bed, struggling with my restraints. He stands in front of me silently, I crane my neck to meet his gaze, as he towers over me.  The serious look on his face has made me so nervous that I cannot stop my hands and legs from shaking. He sits down on the edge of the bed, rubbing his chin as if he is deep in thought. “Come to me, now.” He says abruptly, “lie across my lap, you will be punished for your smart mouth, you do not question me, you comply.”



I stand there dumbfounded. Yes, I long to be dominated, but I figured that involved being tied up and maybe things a little rough. But punishment? And I am not supposed to enjoy it? I happen to get very turned on by being spanked. How do I hide that? I am not opposed to being submissive, I actually long for it, but I was not expecting punishments to start before all of the rules are clear.



I have always known that this side of him existed,

our conversations have always been very candid and open with each other about our wants, needs and curiosities.  I have always wanted to be taken, to be submissive to my partner and used solely for pleasure. The idea of a hand on my throat or a good hard spanking makes me instantly wet. We never feared any judgement most likely because we were both sharing things we’ve never told anyone else, and never thought it would be anything more than conversation. It’s only recently that the changes in our situations had created an opportunity to make some of these desires a reality.



The burning I see in his eyes is unlike anything I’ve ever seen, let alone anything I’ve ever had directed at me. I have never felt anything like the raw need that is radiating off of him, the heat, almost like his entire body is on fire, and every cell in my body responding in kind. How is this possible? Have we both been denying this connection all along? My mind is racing and full of questions.



I’m shaken out of my thoughts by a loud, “NOW!” I had never heard him speak so forcefully.



I scurry right to him and lay myself across his muscular legs. Just being this close to him and feeling how hard he is underneath me gets my juices flowing. How will I endure any kind of spanking without showing my enjoyment?



“Open your legs” he commands.



I comply immediately so as not to incur more punishment. He runs his fingers along my quivering folds, gently finding my wet, hot opening. “It would seem that your body is betraying you. You are clearly enjoying the attention you are receiving yet you do not have my permission, what shall I do about that?”



He removes his hand from between my thighs quickly, and I can’t help but whimper at the loss of his touch. Before I have a moment to grieve the loss, his hand comes down on my left ass cheek with a stinging slap. I bite my lip to keep from making a sound. Again, another stinging slap. The sound seems to echo in my ears and I feel it everywhere. The heat building between my thighs with every spank. I bite harder on my bottom lip now, my mouth filling with the familiar coppery taste of my own blood. Slap! And another after that. My ass cheek is burning, I am sure I will have a bruise tomorrow. I try to think of anything I can to keep my mind off what is happening. I am on the edge of orgasming from being spanked! I don’t know how many more he plans to give me or how many more I can take. My whole body is shaking, I am so close to coming apart, I can’t even think straight, then I hear it. Did that moan just come from me? Slap! Oh god yesssssssss. The wave of my orgasm crashes over me, and I feel my juices squirt and run down my legs. It takes a few seconds for me to realize that he is gently stroking my hair and down my back.



“You are so beautiful when you come apart for me. I want to punish you because I definitely didn’t tell you that you could, but I’ve never had someone orgasm just from spanking, let alone squirt. You are very special” his voice is smooth and low and sends ripples of need through me. “That’s my good girl” he says as he gently pulls me into his arms, gets up and lays me on the bed. It’s at that moment I take in the shear size of him, he is easily 6’2” or 6’3”, with broad powerful shoulders, thick muscled arms covered in tattoos, and judging by the fit of jeans he has never skipped leg day. I’ve always admired his physique, but never thought about how it would look or feel in such close proximity to me.



“Now, where were we?” He asks as he traces the edges of my nipples with his fingers. He gently and painfully slowly drags the smooth metal chain down my body, between my breasts, letting it pool slightly in my belly button. I struggle to control my breathing, and it takes every ounce of strength to stay still. The metal is so smooth is almost feels like liquid as he works his way down to my smooth mound.



“Look at how beautiful you are, naked and completely smooth for me.  How this chain gleams with your juices on it, I bought this especially for you” with that he holds it up and pulls the chain through one of the loops and slides it over my head. “Sit up, let me see how it fits” As I sit up, he quickly slips his finger through the bottom loop, and yanks the chain tight around my throat, causing a little yelp to escape.



“You will wear this chain all the time, unless you are specifically instructed to remove it. If I see you without it on you will be punished. Consider this your training collar, it will allow me to grab and control you, to correct any negative behaviors and to guide you through some of your training.” With that he stands over me, his finger still through the loop of my collar. He pulls me forward till I am sitting up on my feet with my hands on my knees.



“Perfect, just perfect. The position you are in now is the position I expect you to be in when you are awaiting my arrival, except you will be on the floor, not the bed. Much like most things in your training, you will need to earn being on the bed”



What the hell did I get myself into? I knew I wanted to explore some new things, but this seems more like slavery or degradation. He did warn me to not expect it to be like the movies. My mind may be questioning my decisions, but my body is totally onboard. As I sit here on my heels, hands on my thighs, downcast eyes waiting for his next order, my clit is throbbing and my pussy is soaking wet.



“Come to me” his voice piercing the daydream filling my head, “here” he points to the floor in front of him, “on your knees.”



Without a thought I am off of the bed and on my knees in front of him. Looking up, I can’t help but admire him. Sandy brown hair, piercing eyes, the flecks of silver in his goatee. I can’t help but picture  what he looks like when he smiles or laughs or wonder… oh god, what he looks like when he cums. His t-shirt clinging to his broad shoulders and muscled arms distract me and when I finally meet his gaze after drinking him in, I see anger in his eyes. “Like what you see?” He says looping a finger through my collar and sinching it tight. “I believe I told you to get on your knees in front of me, I do not recall asking you to study me. Do you find me interesting to look at?”



I don’t know what to say. So I remain quiet.



“I have asked you a question, you really shouldn’t make me ask you twice. Do you like what you see?” He asked with a slightly annoyed yet amused tone to his voice.



“Yes” I blurt. And before I can correct myself, he roughly jerks the end of my chain. “Yes, what?!” He demands.



“Yes, Daddy. I think you are beautiful.” Did I really just say that? Well objectively he is quite beautiful, I don’t think I’ve ever allowed myself to truly look at him like that. His strong jaw, radiant eyes, full lips, are mesmerizing. He is classically handsome.



He can’t help but smile, and what a beautiful sight his smile is. As if I wasn’t already soaking wet, my god he has every cell in my body at attention. He drops the end of my chain and takes a half step back, as he unbuttons his jeans. He pushes them and his boxer briefs down just far enough to free his gorgeous cock. I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation. I can’t wait to taste him, to feel the weight of him on my tongue.



“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue” he says while holding his rock hard erection. I immediately comply. I kneel there eagerly awaiting him. It feels like forever as I find myself quivering at the thought of him sliding deep into my throat. How it will feel with my lips wrapped around it, I just want to reach out and pull him to me. The glistening pearl of precum on his tip has my mouth watering. “Do you see how hard you make me? What are you going to do to ease my need?” he asks.



Is this a trick question? To answer, I would have to pull my tongue in and close my mouth. Will I be punished if I do that? Will the punishment make me cum again? Do I just take him in my mouth?



“I definitely do not like to ask questions twice. Is my good little whore going to answer me, or do I need to use the belt on your ass this time?”



Without even thinking, I lunge forward and take him in my mouth. Oh my god he is so perfect, so smooth and thick. I take him in most of the way and run my tongue up and down along the bottom of his shaft, he makes the best gasping sound as if he’s never felt that sensation before. I can tell he is enjoying this as his cock bobs in my mouth. I continue to lick and suck and work him deeper and deeper. I’ve never had much of a gag reflex, so I’m able to take him pretty far in. As I get him as deep as I can, I swallow so he can feel the muscles contract around him. I find myself getting more and more aroused, I press my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure I’m feeling, but that only makes it worse. I moan around him as he throbs in my mouth and that elicits a delicious groan from him. Without warning, he pulls his cock out of my mouth with a pop. My mouth falls open further in shock. He quickly squats down and cups my pussy finding it incredibly soaked. I can’t help but try to grind into his hand. He pulls his hand back and gives me a quick hard slap right on my throbbing clit. I choke back my shocked cry.



“It would seem that you were getting too much pleasure from blowing me. You really are a needy little whore, aren’t you?” His words seem to go directly to my deprived pussy making me drip onto the floor. “Since you seem to love sucking my cock, and you need to learn to give without enjoyment for yourself, I am taking over. This is not going to be gentle, this is not for your enjoyment, this is about me taking exactly what I want and need. Since your safe word will be of no use with your mouth filled, two taps on my leg will be my signal to stop. Understood?”



“Yes, Daddy” I respond, staring up at his hungry eyes. I desperately try to hide my excitement. The thought of being taken and used for someone else’s pleasure has always turned me on, but I’ve never had anyone actually do it.



“Open your mouth.” I immediately comply, almost hypnotized by the rhythm of his hand stroking his beautiful erection. In an instant he buries his cock all the way to the back of my throat. The sudden intrusion forces a cough out of me as I struggle for air. He rips the hair-tie out of my hair, making it tumble down my shoulders. Grabbing a section of hair on each side of my head then winding it  around each hand for a tight grip.  His pace starts slow with deep punishing strokes that end with him holding my head still while he tries to push in even further, I can’t help but gag and convulse.



“Yessssss” he hisses, “that’s it, take it all. I want to hear you gag and choke.” I can feel him pulse in my mouth with every word.



He continues to slam into my mouth, his pace picks up but his strokes stay just as deep. There is an incredible hitch in his breath every time he hits the back of my throat, I try to time it with a swallow to give him some extra sensation. He pauses, pulls out of my mouth once again, and slides his hand between my thighs. “Hmmm, is my little whore still enjoying herself? Well I guess I need to really step it up and make sure I am the only one getting pleasure.”



In one smooth movement he tightens his handfuls of my hair on each side of my head and buries himself in my mouth all the way to the hilt. He bottoms out so hard that I feel my teeth cut into my lips, my coppery blood mixing with his salty sweet taste is intoxicating. He continues to mercilessly pound my mouth, grunting and cursing under his breath. I look up at him and am mesmerized, his corded muscles in his arms making his tattoos ripple and dance, the veins pulsing in his neck, the look of concentration and complete control on his face.



I have to close my eyes to break the spell. I don’t want to ruin this or disappointment him by enjoying it. But how can I not enjoy this? I have an incredibly hot man taking control of me and making me give him what he wants. What he needs. Without making him think or worry about my pleasure or my comfort. It’s also so freeing to not have to try to please him. He is using my body to pleasure himself. As he continues face fucking me I start to feel the familiar heat building in my core. 



The sheen of sweat on his arms and chest is making his t-shirt stick to his chiseled torso. I can feel the wave of my orgasm start to build. How is that possible? I have to control this. His pace becomes a bit erratic, I know he is going to cum soon. I feel his legs start to shake beneath my hands as I squeeze his thighs to steady myself. I gag and choke as he presses my face into his groin area and holds me there, sliding one of his hands to the back of my neck to better feel the convulsing of my throat muscles. That must push him to the edge, he resumes his punishing pace and depth.



“Fuck yesss” he growls, and without warning my orgasm crashes over me. My muscles tighten as do my lips around his cock, literally sucking his cum out of him. He stays in my mouth gently moving in and out. When he is about to pull out completely, I suck a little harder to get every drop of his cum off of him. “Hmmmmm, that’s my good little girl, make sure we don’t waste a drop” he almost whispers, like he is trying to catch his breath and regain control of himself. I can’t help but revel in the thought that I did that to him.



I sit on my heels before him, hands on my knees and eyes downcast as the thought hits me that I just had a really intense orgasm and squirted from being face fucked. I can’t hide the results puddled under me on the tile floor. I use the back of my hand to wipe the tears that have escaped and are steaming down my cheeks. “Are you ok, little one? I did not feel you tap for me to stop.” He puts his finger under my chin to raise my gaze to him, and an instant look of concern crosses his face. “What is it? What’s wrong?” He asks softly wiping a tear from under my eye with his thumb.



“I think I’m in trouble, again. I am really trying to please you and only focus on you. I can’t seem to control the way my body reacts to you. I’m sorry.” The words flying out of me in a pitiful tone. Instead of explaining, I move back so he can see the puddle I have made on the floor. The tears streaming from my eyes run down my cheeks and land in my puddle.



“Did you have an orgasm, and squirt from being face fucked? That is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, you really are my perfect little whore. You have nothing to apologize for. There will not be have Zack do this by himself. I don’t know. Don’t think it taste very good. go get some water Bubba I just cleaned the bowl and refilled it so go set them in front of the water bowl so you’ll drink some. I think he might forgive you. I’m not hundred percent on that and don’t quote me because he and any punishment for that orgasm, but I will teach you how to control them. Right now I am learning what pushes you over the edge, so I know how to keep you on the edge.” His smile is so wide as he says this, it makes his eyes sparkle. “Stand up” he says, his tone noticeably firmer.



I stand up quickly, trying to hide the wetness dripping down my thighs. He pushes my hands away and tips my chin up. “You are not allowed to hide anything from me, not pleasure, pain, limits, feelings, anything….. I need to have all of the information all of the time, so I know you are safe and able to handle what I need.” He stares into my eyes to ensure that I know he means it.



“Yes Daddy, I understand. I will not hide anything from you.” I said trying to ironically hide the quiver in my voice.



“That’s my good girl” he says and motions for me to come closer to him. I am standing so close to him that I can see his neck vein pulsing. He stands completely still, staring at my lips, then right into my eyes. I feel like he is about to kiss me, my insides are vibrating, the heat between my thighs is growing. It is torture having to stand this close to him and not touch him. I cave and reach out to feel him, but he grabs my wrist and lowers my hand back to my side. “Remember sweet girl, my permission is needed for any move you make, anything you do, any pleasure you receive.” The idea of having all decisions removed from my hands is thrilling and scary, so freeing. How many of us actually have an opportunity to experience this kind of freedom?



He prowls around me like a hungry predator sizing up his prey.  I can feel his eyes on my skin, his breath on my neck. My need growing with every minute. Standing behind me he puts his right hand on my waist, slowly moving it to my stomach, gently trailing his fingers up between my breasts and takes a firm grip on my neck. A moan escapes my lips and I press myself back against his chest and my ass against his crotch. His erection feels like an iron rod through his jeans. He lets out a growl as I press even harder against him. He snakes his other hand around and finds my throbbing clit, circling it gently in slow circles. I press into his touch trying to increase the pressure, and he stops. I can’t help but let out a frustrated sigh. I still myself, trying to control my need, my breathing, my racing heart beat and relax back against him.



“Good girl” he whispers in my ear and starts gently circling my clit again. A hum of pleasure escapes my lips but I stay completely still. He slides a finger along my lips, tortuously slow, coaxing my need to grow. I put my hand over his to get him to increase the pressure and slide a finger or two inside of me. He instantly pulls his hand away, grabs my wrist and returns it to my side. “You will be still, move only with my permission, I will explore your body at my pace as I measure your reactions and learn your body. Move again and you will be punished,” he says.



Again, I try to calm myself and keep my hands at my sides. There is something almost electric about his touches, I feel them everywhere. Still behind me, he wraps both of his arms around me quickly, one hand going to my throat and the other hungrily to my pussy. I swallow a groan as his grip on my neck tightens and he slides a finger inside me, slowly pumping it in and out of my already soaking hole, he adds a finger and continues his pace. 



Determined to please him, I slow my breathing and relax my core muscles that are screaming to tighten and help bring on my release. I focus on his breathing while I lay my head back on his shoulder and let my lips lay against his neck. I can feel his pulse thrumming. Surprised when he doesn’t pull away from me, I breathe him in and he smells amazing. A mix of his soap, shampoo, and him. His skin, his sweat, he smells heavenly. I inhale deeply and it sends a jolt right to my core, pushing me closer to the edge. I let out a big sigh as a shiver runs through me.



He steps away from me, my body instantly mourning the loss of his touch. Coming around to face me he looks me up and down. With an evil grin he says, “that was very good, I thoroughly expected you to come apart when I slid my fingers inside of you. Feeling your body against mine, and knowing how close you are to orgasming is torture for me, as much as it is for you. To me, the most exciting part of any sexual encounter is watching the pleasure I give to my partner.”



“Then why not let me cum, why make me wait and withhold your touch?” The words spill out of me before I can stop them.



“Oh my needy little brat, were you told you could question me? I think not. It looks like I will be taking a firmer hand with your training.” He says with a crooked smile across his sexy lips and a glimmer in his eyes.

“Absolutely not, you just removed Lester, there may be some blowback. You need to be in lockdown.” he says slamming his hand down on my desk.

“Excuse me? Are you forgetting your place? I do not need your permission to go anywhere or do anything. I tell you what the plan is and you figure out the best way to protect me, Nicolas” I bite right back at him, understanding his point, but my burning need is overriding my common sense. “I am heading to the beach, for a few days of much needed relaxation. I have already booked my room, an adjoining room for my security, and made arrangements with hotel management for Magnus. I’m going. So you can either accept it and make sure there are no holes in security or you can keep throwing your temper tantrum.”

“My apologies Kat, I will go over all of the plans and the watch schedule with the team.” he says, with the look of a whipped puppy on his face.

“No guard posted at my door.”I say. My voice not wavering at all. How could I possibly have a “visitor” with a neckless armed security guard at my door.

“Kat, I don’t think that’s negotiable.” He states sternly as he runs his hands through his hair. “What is the big deal about one guard outside your door making sure nobody gains access to your room without being searched by them. I mean it’s not like you are planning on having company.”

I can’t help but giggle at that statement and I find myself smiling like a fool. “Who? Kat? Who are you planning on having visit? We’ve talked about making arrangements for your needs to be satisfied while you aren’t involved with anyone. I can arrange some company for you, I have a list of pre-vetted candidates.”

“Pre-vetted candidates?! How is the list organized? Hair color? Percentage of body fat? Number of tattoos? Dick size? What the fuck Nicolas? How did you even compile this list?”

“Your dad had hoped that we would hit it off and I would be able to not only keep you safe, but also keep you safe in that respect. But clearly we don’t seem to hit it off that way.” He said with a reddening face. Not sure if it’s from anger or embarrassment.

“Are you even attracted to me? Wait, nevermind.” I am now completely flustered.

Ryan walks into the room to ask what I’d like to have for dinner and unfortunately hears the tail end of our conversation. “I volunteer as tribute!” He says walking into the room in his sweatpants, wife beater, and his Kiss the Cook apron I bought him for his birthday.

“What are you talking about?” I ask him, not really wanting an answer.

“You need someone to fuck you, right? I volunteer. We flirt all the time so I know you are attracted to me and damn,” he absentmindedly rubs the front of his apron,”you can obviously tell the feeling is mutual. No strings, I won’t ask for a raise, I’ll sign something saying it was my idea so I can’t come after you for sexual harassment, and I already live here so I’m convenient. Had a STD panel done last month and was completely clean, I can email you the results, and I always wear condoms.”

“Please email me those test results and I’ll have Oscar draw up some paperwork.” Nicolas chimes in.

“Wait, what? I didn’t agree to this.” I say completely flustered as these two neanderthals plan out my sexlife.

“Kat, seriously, I have great stamina, I’m above average in size and thickness, I eat pussy like it’s my job. I’ve never had a unsatisfied partner. You wouldn’t even have to blow me or anything, it will be all about you, I know exactly what you need.”Ryan continues as if he is trying to sell me a used car. Telling me all the details and benefits.

“I do appreciate that you are both so committed to making sure my sexual needs are satisfied, but I think I’ve got it covered at the moment” I can’t help but notice the disappointment on Ryan’s face. But seriously did they expect to just strip down and go for it?

“So we are right back to the discussion of the guard posted at your door and your refusal to share details of your proposed visitor is not making this easy. I’m assuming the visit was for sex that’s why the other options were offered. How long have you known this person?” The aggravation in Nicolas’ voice adding to my own.

“I have known him a long time, he has no connections in the city or to any of the major families, and we will leave it at that. Ryan, if this ends up being a disaster, I will be having you serve me waffles naked. Sound like a deal?” With a huge smile on his face he grabs my hand and kisses the back of it, and bounds back to the kitchen to start prepping the veggies for dinner.

“I am willing to compromise a bit Nicolas. How about I keep Magnus with me and he can check out my company? And I will have both my gun and my knife with me.” I stand firm on this plan, “agreed?”

Totally pissed off, Nicolas runs his hands through his hair. “Fucking Kat, you are going to be the death of me. Fine, but keep the panic button on you.” My panic button is actually a beautiful necklace that my father had made for me with a security button in it. One quick press and one long press and my security team comes running. Two fast presses and it activates the GPS tracker, one long press deactivates it, but that alerts Nicolas.

“Fine!” I shriek, “if that’s what it will take for me to get some privacy, and some company, I’ll do it.” Furious with my sex life being handled like a car’s oil change, I go back to my room to pack some things.

I’m hoping to not need a ton of clothes, but I should be prepared just in case. Fortunately since we are so close, I know the kinds of things he likes. He loves soft fabrics, I think he’s commented before about certain soft fabrics feeling delicious. I remember giggling as that didn’t really fit with his usual descriptors. So I pack my incredibly soft wireless bras, and panties made of this incredibly soft “whipped” fabric. I pack a few pair of buttery soft leggings, tank tops and t-shirts. I try hard to not wear things that don’t feel amazing on my skin, unless I have to. But just in case we decide to go out, I pack a casual outfit with jeans, and an amazing curve hugging dress that will have his jaw on the floor. I throw in some more things, my robe, comfy shorts, my toiletries and make up.

Nicolas has us set up to go in our two armored SUVs, I prefer the limo, but safety first I guess. The driver, James, and the head of my security team Kurt are noticeably annoyed when I let them know we need to stop at La Perla on the way. “Ma’am, this stop has not been cleared by Nicolas and I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”

“Are you refusing a direct request from the person who pays you? I can fire you, and make sure the only security gig you can get is at the mall. I said La Perla, I will be 30 minutes max, both you and Magnus can accompany me. Are we clear? Do we have anything else we need to discuss?” The venom in my voice leaving no room for misunderstanding.

“Understood ma’am” he says as he keys his coms and says something I don’t hear. Minutes later his coms beep, “Go for Kurt, understood.” Next thing I hear is, “all call signs, Lioness making a stop, location secure, bring up Magnus”

“What do you mean location secured?” I ask, feeling my blood pressure surge.

“Nicolas has contacted La Perla, had them close to the public, and had the location swept for any dangers, Ma’am” his monotone voice raising my blood pressure further.

“Ugh! Really? Dammit Nicolas. And Kurt, call me ma’am one more time and you are fired.” The anger in my voice is reflected in Kurt’s pale face.

Trying to focus on the task at hand, I try to shake off the anger and frustration coursing through my veins.

“How may I help you?” the gorgeous salesperson practically sings.

“I’ll handle this special guest personally, you can go home for the day” the store manager states in a smooth and smoky tone that makes me think of whiskey. “You are absolutely stunning, we do have many beautiful things here, but you outshine them all. How can I be of assistance?”

“I need to freshen up my lingerie drawer, I need a few new bras, preferably lace or sheer, same with panties and thongs. I’d love a new corset, and definitely need a few new pair of stockings. Anything else new or exciting that you think I would like?” His eyes growing wider and wider as I explained my needs. “I like to keep the color palette simple, pink, blue, black, purple. No prints. No white, no fabric that doesn’t feel like heaven on my skin.”

After the longest 30 minutes of my life and more ass kissing than one person should ever experience, I left with 4 bags. Considering how tiny each item is, that’s a lot of lingerie. Magnus and I hop back in the car and I give him a treat and a really good belly rub for being so patient while I shopped.

We arrive at the hotel after what feels like forever. I’m guessing the nerves and excitement of knowing that I’m going to be seeing Warren, has me pretty wound up. I’m hoping he is just as excited.  I wait in the car while my security team handles my check-in, the hotel floor is swept, a path is cleared for my arrival, and all of my luggage and shopping is brought up to my suite. All of the fuss being made about my arrival has attracted the attention of guests and passersby, everyone craning their neck hoping to see a celebrity. Not J-Lo people, just little ole me, I think to myself while I mercilessly chew my bottom lip. I’m ripped out of my daydream when Kurt opens the back door offering me his hand to help me out. Magnus by his side til my feet hit the ground, he rotates 180 degrees so he is now sitting to my right looking up and waiting for a command. “отправлять (forward)” I tell him, and we are on the move. In a swift procession that would make the secret service proud, we arrive at my suite.

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My entire body buzzing in anticipation of my “visit” as I move around the beautiful bedroom area. The bedroom is open and airy, with floor to ceiling sliding glass doors dominating an entire wall, which lead out to a beautiful balcony overlooking the ocean. I’m instantly calmed and merserized by rhythmic waves. I start wondering when he will be coming for a visit, and as if by magic, my phone dings. Smiley face. Followed by “free?”, before I can even respond my phone is ringing.

“Wow, someone is eager, you’ve been thinking about me haven’t you?” I purr.

“Well yes, but probably in a different way than whoever’s call you were expecting. Kat? It’s Nicolas. Why haven’t you checked in. Our agreement included specific check ins, and you’ve already missed the first one” his tone angry and almost parental.

“Sorry Daddy” the words sliding out intentionally slow with a pouty tone.

All I hear on the phone is his rough breathing and a growl in his throat as he says, “Kat, be careful, do not push me. You may not like the outcome” After a minute his breathing smooths out and he seems to have himself under control. “Seriously Kat, this is a terrible time for you to be out in the open, you know how seriously I take your safety. Please don’t miss your next check in, after dinner. You can just send a text. Do you remember the code we went over last night? You can do your check in on our group message so you don’t have to check in separately with your security team. Now repeat the code to me….. please”

“Easy, red heart-I’m good, yellow heart-send in Magnus, because I’m uncomfortable, grey heart- I think something is wrong, security team to enter, and I will be armed, black heart-visual confirmation of a problem.” I rattle them off proudly. “But I need to add one, green heart-my visit is going well, disregard any noises.”

“Very funny Kat! And as agreed upon, Magus will be with you for your guest’s arrival, and your visitor will be escorted out if Magnus does not clear him” then clearing his throat. That really sounded like an order, I’m going to have to have a sit down with Nicolas when I get home. No need to rile him up now.

“Ok, ok, can you please let me go so I can enjoy the tranquility of my beautiful suite before you ruin my mood” trying not to sound too surly. He really could make this little trip a disaster if he wanted to. Taking the hint, he lets me off the call.

My phone rings again right after I hang up. “Hello?” I ask, because once again I answer before looking at the screen.

“You playing hard to get Kitty Kat?” Those words instantly causing heat to pool in my core.

“Who me? Hard to get? No way. I’m just lounging here in my posh beachfront suite waiting to find out if this hot guy is gonna come visit me.” Oh how I enjoy baiting him.

“Hot guy, huh?” He asks. “Are you actually admitting that you think I’m hot?”

“No, I was talking about this random guy I met at the gym. Damn was he hot. Great chest, abs for days, 2 full sleeves, all he’s missing is a thigh piece, I think. I have to take in the whole canvas before I can be 100% sure of what he’s missing” dead silence from the other end of the conversation. “Of course I’m talking about you!”

We pull up in front of “The Black Dahlia” club. The owner of this club is getting ballsy and doing way more than just running a club. Since it’s in my part of town, I need to express my concern. As soon as the car stops Magnus’ eyes open and he’s ready for work. My body guard is armed, I however do not carry a weapon, as I know they will pat me down before the meeting. But since he never leaves my side and no one has ever been dumb enough to try to pat down Magnus, I had a custom holster sewn into his harness. You can only see it if you are looking for it, so it’s even more important that Magnus is here.



Some of the old school business owners are having a hard time taking orders from a woman. There have been threats and buzzing about how easy it would be to make me disappear. As my father’s only child and heir to the throne, he knew there would be challenges for me when he handed control over to me. I have trained for this my whole life, being born into the oldest ruling family, my parents had no choice but to prepare me. This meeting is with one of the loudest voices opposing my leadership. There aren’t very many rules that need to be followed, and it’s pretty simple. Prostitution is ok, but no human trafficking. Gambling and gun running are ok, but no drug dealing. The only other rule, of course the one that this dirtbag is breaking, absolutely nothing that involves kids. No kiddie porn, no pimping out kids, and any pedophiles discovered are to be castrated and hung from the bridge that leads into my city.



When we walk in, Magnus growls at the guard as he frisks me and I pet his head, “легко (easy) Magnus.” All of his important commands are in Russian, he was trained in my homeland by my father’s former 2nd in command. Speaking of 2nds, where is Cole? I would’ve thought Nicolas would have him meeting me here.



“Lester, nice to see you.” I address the club owner, wearing his usual outfit of a satiny button down shirt and pants that always seem 2 sizes too small. They are so tight the outline of his below average cock and balls can be seen from across the room. He is vulgar and classless and perpetually sweaty.



“Katarina, you flatter me. What can I do for you?” He asks with a tone so greasy and scummy I instantly need a shower.



“Let’s dispense with the bullshit and get right down to it. Some alarming things have been brought to my attention.” He stiffens in his chair. Even as his expression starts to shift, his eyes don’t move from my legs. “Eye contact Lester, so I know you are hearing me. No kids. No kids. No kids. How many times do I need to say it. I have it on good authority that if I go into your office, I will be able to access the surveillance cameras and see what you are really up to. You know that I not only employ some of the world’s best hackers, but I am an accomplished hacker myself. So it is impossible to hide your misdeeds from me,” I say as I stand and cross the room towards him with Magnus stuck to my right side.



“Kat, please…” slides out of his mouth, as he runs his fingers through his greasy hair.



“My friends call me Kat, you may address me as Ms. Volkov. Now this will go easier on you if you fess up to what you’ve done and assure me it will all cease as of this moment.” I say as I’m leaning over the table at him.



“Or what? You are just a little girl given power by her dead daddy. That does not mean I have to respect you or your rules,” he sneers.



In a flash I have the small knife, that is always tucked into my bra, in my hand and now pinning Lester’s hand to the table. Lester’s  head of security lunges at me and is blocked by Magnus. His low rumbling growl continuing until Lester’s guard steps back. I grab the knife and shift it a little, making the blade dig in deeper. As Lester screams and the club door opens.



“Oh, looks like you’ve started without me again, Kat,” Cole says as he saunters over to where I’m standing. He grabs the handle of the knife and wiggles it back and forth, pulling it out of the wood table and Lester’s bloody hand.



“I wasn’t finished making my point,” I say as I put my hand out for the knife. Instead of giving it to me, he stabs it through Lester’s other hand and into the table. Lester screams again, all of the color has drained from his face, and he passes out. “Now, see what you’ve done? Now we are going to have to wait. And I don’t really have all day to waste.” I huff. 



“Why are you in such a rush? We both know you have no life outside of the business. It seems your string of lame dates has dwindled. I do feel bad for you, Kat, what man in their right mind is gonna risk his life to fuck you. Now don’t get me wrong, you are smoking hot, I’d love to see what you’re hiding under those clothes. And since I am your number 2, I’m always at your beck and call. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, so use me as you see fit,” he says stepping closer to me than Magnus would like, and sniffs my hair. “You smell delicious as always Kat, do you taste as good?”



“Step back Cole. I appreciate the offer, but I don’t need to add another disappointing fuck to the roster. But please do try to remember that you are MY number 2, so show me some fucking respect.” I spit the words at him. Who does he think he is? Cole is a paradox. On the surface he is gorgeous, some may say beautiful even. Think fight club Brad Pitt, but with jett black hair and green eyes. He was trained to be a number 2 by my father’s number 2, the scariest mother fucker I have ever met. Cole is beautiful on the outside, but black on the inside.  I have watched him torture, maim and inflict pain in some of the most depraved ways imaginable.



Cole steps up and slaps Lester in the face, he groans and groggily looks around and starts sobbing when he sees his other hand is still stuck to the table. “Kat…uh, Ms. Volkov, I don’t know what anyone has been telling you, but I do not mess with kids. Please, my hands.” He chokes out between sobs, his nose bleeding a little from Cole’s slap.



“Well that just makes it worse, because that means you have no control over your people. I have seen the video feeds, they have been traced here to your club. I was hoping we could solve this peacefully, but it looks like I will be installing new leadership here. Where is your assistant?” I ask, as I pull the knife out of the table freeing his hand. I wipe the bloody blade on his shirt before stowing it back in my bra. I’m never truly unarmed.



“I think George is in the office,” he signals to his head of security to go get him, and asks another of his staff for towels for his hands.



George is dragged out and tossed on the floor in front of us. Do I really want to replace one useless prick with another? Well, maybe this one will be scared enough to follow the rules. I really think I have wasted enough of my time here. I need to stand firm on my zero tolerance of crimes involving kids. Lester is still sobbing while cradling both of his hands. Magnus growls, sensing all the tension in the room. I bend over pretending to console Magnus, instead I pull my gun from its hidden holster, and shoot Lester between the eyes. George screams.



“George, clean up this mess. Follow the rules. No more kiddie porn, no more pimping kids out, recording what goes on, and blackmailing the people involved. You will provide me with a list of everyone that has been involved in this nasty business by tomorrow afternoon. Any questions?” I turn on my heels and leave, Magnus on my right, Cole following behind me.



My driver opens the door for me, “во (in)” I say to Magnus and he hops right into the limo. As I’m getting in Cole puts his hand on my waist and says, “Are you sure you don’t  want company in that big shiny car of yours?” And as if he is reading my body language, Magnus starts to growl. That’s all Cole needs to hear and he says goodnight and closes the car door.



As the car pulls away, I look at my phone, and there’s a smiley face, so I send one back. My phone starts ringing immediately. “Hey,” I answer on the second ring.



“Still desperate for me I see. How’d your meeting go?”



I can hear the smirk in his voice.



“About how I expected, what have you been up to?” I ask, hoping I know the answer.



“Thinking about you, and pale pink panties,” he answers, and I can hear just how hard he’s breathing.



“You mean these?” And I press the FaceTime button on my phone, I don’t even think it rang on his end. All I hear is a gasp as he sees the panties dangling from my fingers.



“Fuck yessssss. How much time do you have?” he asks not taking his eyes off the screen. I sit back and slowly rub my thighs together as I start to hike up my skirt.



“How much time do you want?” I ask as I slowly spread my legs, and run a finger along my already wet folds.



“Yes, I mean now, wait…. What? Oh yeah, all of it. All of your time” he says while slowly licking his bottom lip.

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.

“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.