Chapter 35 #3
Then, I saw her reach into the box and pull out a long rattan cane. As she began her slow walk back toward me, I felt a rush of warmth run down my legs before a helpless moan escaped my lips.
The leather straps of her harness ghosted over my breasts, arms, and legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps that made Kelsey’s smile widen. She was savoring every second of my anticipation.
When the rattan cane finally struck the front of my thighs, my muscles tensed instinctively. We had negotiated the limit: fifteen strokes with an impact toy. The second volley landed squarely on the sensitive skin of my inner elbows, sending a jolt through my nervous system.
A loud, jagged moan escaped me as she targeted my chest. I took a ragged breath, the sting fueling a sudden, defiant fire.
"Bitch!" I practically spat the word.
Kelsey’s smile turned predatory. "Look who’s feeling feisty tonight." She gripped my chin, pulling me into a bruising kiss before sliding her hand down to hook a finger into the side of my panties. She traced the heat of my clitoris with agonizing slowness. "Feisty... and very, very wet."
She stepped back, trading the rattan for her discarded tie. As she approached, she unfurled the silk, wrapping the thickest part over my mouth to form a makeshift gag.
I felt my body go soft with a heat that rose like a wildfire.
I barely registered her grabbing the bottle until I felt the ice-cold sparkling wine cascading over my skin, the liquid stinging and soothing the welts simultaneously.
She watched me with an effortless smirk, the cane still idling in her free hand.
I let out a muffled sound of protest, only to be answered by another sharp crack against my thighs.
Kelsey declared that five strokes were enough for the moment.
She dropped to her knees between my legs, trailing soft, apologetic kisses over the reddened skin of my thighs while her hands squeezed my glutes.
When her tongue finally found my clitoris, I was helpless.
Saliva pooled in my mouth as unconscious moans vibrated against the silk gag.
The pre-orgasm hit me like a physical wave, but just as the vibration reached its peak, Kelsey pulled away.
I watched, dazed, as a thin trail of my own slickness followed her retreat.
She ran her palm over my pussy before standing. Once eye-to-eye, she untied the gag and replaced the silk with three of her fingers. I sucked on them hungrily while her free hand made quick work of her shirt, revealing her bare skin to the cool night air.
The moment her fingers left my mouth, her lips took their place. Below, her hand began to work me with a frantic, expert agility. If it weren't for the ropes anchoring my wrists and ankles to the marble pillars, I would have collapsed.
The pressure built with every thrust. I begged her to let me go, to let me come, but she stopped abruptly. Her grip on my thigh tightened. I ground my hips against her stationary hand, desperate for the friction, for anything to bridge the gap.
As my body began to tremble, signaling that I was right on the precipice, Kelsey glanced at her watch.
"Almost there," she whispered against my lips. She held my face, kissing me with a tenderness that nearly broke me. One hand squeezed my nipple while the other delivered light, stinging slaps to my ass. "You are magnificent, Megan. I promise you... it’s going to be worth the wait."
I managed a weak smile as she turned away. She returned with a wand vibrator and held up her watch so I could see the glowing digits.
Five minutes to midnight.
Before the final countdown, Kelsey had me take the handle of the vibrator in my mouth. She knelt back down, stripped my panties away for good, and began to drink from me, her tongue marking the final seconds of the year.
I let out a muffled moan of reproach, and Kelsey just smirked, her green eyes shimmering with a predatory light.
The moment she pulled the vibrator from my mouth, she thumbed it to the highest setting and pressed it against my clitoris.
I don’t know how she managed it, but at the same time, I felt the sharp, sudden sensation of being penetrated.
She leaned in, her tongue swirling over the nipple she’d left unclamped, her teeth grazing the skin.
My moans were completely unrestrained. Honestly, I didn't give a damn if all of Holland could hear me. Just as I reached the breaking point, she ceased the penetration, kept the vibrator pinned in place, and tightened her grip around my throat.
As the world blurred from the pressure of her fingers and the relentless buzz against my skin, the first fireworks erupted overhead, signaling the turn of the year.
She tossed the vibrator onto the marble floor and moved with frantic grace to unbind me.
She released my arms, then my legs, and swept me up in her arms, carrying me toward the steaming pool.
Kelsey whispered for me to lie back on the shallow sun shelf.
As I settled into the water, I felt her hands glide over my abdomen to release the final clamp.
She guided my legs up, and I waited, breathless, for her next move.
I gasped as her tongue claimed my clitoris once more. I reached out, my fingers tangling in her hair to pull her deeper, directing her exactly where I needed her to be.
I heard her moan against me as she drank me in, which only fueled my own fire. My numb legs were draped over her shoulders, and her touch was so agonizingly soft that when I finally came, I felt like I was drifting out of my own body, lost in the sheer volume of pent-up pleasure.
"Happy New Year, Kels," I whispered as she surfaced. Her face was level with mine, and we shared a long, slow kiss that tasted of salt and champagne. "Can I ask you for something?"
"Anything, Kitty. What do you want?" she murmured, her voice husky.
"Sit on my face..."
I saw her smile widen into something truly wicked. She stood, shedding her pants and silk panties in one fluid motion before kneeling over my shoulders.
Before her skin even touched my lips, her heat was already slicking my face. I found myself compelled to taste her, licking along the curve of her thigh until she squatted completely, her clitoris fitting perfectly against my tongue.
She gripped my hair, pulling my head firmly against her.
Her taste was intoxicating; I could have stayed there for hours.
I used circular motions to hit every sensitive nerve, listening to her moans turn into desperate gasps as she ground her hips against me.
When she finally cried out that she was close, I didn't pull away—I stayed right there, savoring every drop as her body shuddered through a violent, rhythmic orgasm.
Once the spasms subsided, she eased off me, picked me up, and waded deeper into the warm pool with me in her arms.
"Damn, Kitty... you absolutely destroy me," she panted. I laughed, playfully splashing water at her face. As I did, I noticed the raw, red marks on my wrists from the ropes.
"I destroy you? I thought you were the one about to pass out," I joked. "And where did that box of toys even come from?"
"I had everything delivered the moment you confirmed you were coming.
There's plenty more in there," she admitted, pulling me into a hug and caressing my rear.
"It’s actually all yours to keep." She let out a soft laugh, her gaze turning uncharacteristically tender.
"It’s going to be so damn hard going back to a reality where I don't have you in my bed every single night. "
"My bed will always be open to you," I promised, my voice steady despite the lingering haze of pleasure.
I held her face in my hands, my thumbs tracing the line of her jaw.
I ran my fingers down the column of her neck before pulling her into an intense, searing kiss.
We stayed there, wrapped in each other's arms, watching the sky explode in a kaleidoscope of fireworks until my body finally began to grow heavy with sleep.
Kelsey helped me out of the pool and carried me back to the bedroom.
We showered together, the warm water rinsing away the salt and champagne.
She was incredibly gentle as she tended to my wrists, treating the red rope burns so they wouldn't bruise too deeply.
When she reached for the ointment to treat my thighs, I stopped her.
"Don't," I whispered. "I want to remember today. I want to feel it."
"You’re unbelievable, Megan," she murmured, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and affection.
She pulled me into her arms as we climbed into bed. I didn't last long; I was out within minutes, completely intoxicated by the scent of sandalwood and whiskey that always seemed to define her personal space.
For the next two days, it felt like we were on a honeymoon. The only interruptions were the occasional calls to confirm furniture deliveries for my new place, checking in with my mother, and lounging in Kelsey’s lap while she navigated corporate crises.
Since New Year’s Eve, we had barely left the suite. Aside from the occasional dip in the jacuzzi or the heated pool, Kelsey insisted on having every meal brought to the bed—all while wearing the Van Gogh socks I’d bought her.
Dressed in a long black t-shirt, underwear, and those socks, she padded toward me, grumbling about our impending departure.
"I wouldn’t leave either, but I have to get to the Caribbean this weekend," she muttered. "After freezing our asses off in Holland, I think warming up by the sea is exactly what we need."
"A promise is a promise," I reminded her. "And speaking of promises, I heard from my sources that Donald is actually in town. I thought we could catch him for dinner."
"What do you mean, 'Donald is here'?" I asked, playfully mimicking her serious business tone. She burst out laughing, her mood noticeably lighter than when we first arrived.
"Word is he has a boyfriend here. An acquaintance spotted him at a private New Year’s Eve party," she revealed.
"Hand me your phone," I commanded. As soon as she slid it over, I called Donald on speakerphone. He picked up on the second ring.
"Don, what on earth are you doing in Amsterdam?" I demanded.
Kelsey nearly collapsed with laughter at my bluntness, leaning against the headboard as we waited for the future "first husband" of my career to explain himself.
"Megs? How... how do you even know I’m here?" Donald stammered, caught completely off guard.
"Don’t worry, Don. Your secret is safe with me. But I need to see you—we need to talk," I replied, my tone firm but reassuring.
Before Donald could even process that, Kelsey snatched the phone from my hand.
"Donald, my friend! It’s Kelsey Calama," she announced, her voice booming with confidence. A heavy, terrified silence followed from the other end. "Megs is with me. Meet us for coffee tomorrow morning; I’ll send you the address."
"Am I being blackmailed or something?" he asked, and I couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"No, Don. I just really need to talk to you. Honestly, I’m not even sure what Kelsey has up her sleeve yet," I added.
"I want to talk about funding for your campaign after the two of you have your chat, of course," Kelsey clarified.
"Okay. Fine. Send me the address and I’ll be there tomorrow," he agreed, sounding slightly more at ease.
"No need to bring the boyfriend. This conversation is better kept between the three of us," Kelsey concluded, ending the call before he could argue.
"You officially terrified him," I noted, shaking my head. Kelsey just pulled me into a hug, trailing kisses down my neck with a smug smile.
"Oh, at first, sure. But I’m going to bankroll his campaign," she said playfully. "He just doesn't know I was already planning to do that long before I started sleeping with his best friend."
I swatted her on the shoulder, and she burst out laughing.
"Girlfriends who date it’s a thing," she teased, using a ridiculous Gen-Z phrase just to see me cringe.
"Kelsey!" I groaned.
"I love using these teenage expressions just to piss you off," she admitted, grinning.
"So, you’re saying you slept with his best friend?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I pulled her shirt toward me to steal a kiss.
"Actually, I was dating her," she corrected, her tone softening but remaining playful. "It was a bit complicated, but that was the gist of it. I protected her, and Don helped me protect her while he covered his own tracks."
I swung my leg over her, settling firmly into her lap. "I hate it when you talk to me like we’re eighteen," I murmured, before kissing her with a sudden, deep intensity. I felt her hands immediately find my rear, squeezing hard.
"Thank God we aren't," she whispered against my lips. "Otherwise, we’d have a hell of a lot of explaining to do to our parents."
I smiled into the kiss, but a moment later, I felt her hands slide under my shirt, her grip on my breasts firm and possessive. A soft, involuntary moan escaped me.
"You have a meeting in a few minutes, and you’re being a major distraction," I managed to say, punctuating the sentence with a sharp bite to her lower lip.
"Guilty as charged," she replied. She reluctantly let go of me, giving my ass one last squeeze before our eyes locked.
I slid off her lap, watching as she smoothed out her shirt and prepped her desk, positioning the computer toward the wall for privacy.
"Don't worry, Kitty. Tomorrow, we solve thirty-three percent of your headache. "