Chapter 9 #2
Rory crossed the bedroom and went into the master bathroom. Kate was lying in the tub with her dark hair floating around her.
He bent down and flipped the switch, draining some of the water.
She opened her eyes. “Okay,” she said, starting to sit up.
“No, stay in there,” he said. He closed the drain and turned on the hot water.
He looked in the cabinets and found the bath bomb tablets a former girlfriend had left behind. He dropped a couple of citrus ones into the water, and they erupted into fizzing pellets. He stripped down to skin and walked to the end of the tub.
“Slide forward, kitten.”
She did so, and he climbed in.
He caught her arms and slid her back so she was resting against him, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
“It’s too bad about your not being in it for the money. After last night, I’d buy you just about anything. Sure you don’t want to rethink that?”
“I’m sure,” she said, her voice that breathy soft sound that hit him just right every time.
“Last night was intense. I drove you hard. Then we fell asleep and you didn’t get any aftercare.
I didn’t get a chance to tell you how impressed I was or how much it meant to me that you didn’t shut me down way, way sooner.
You needed time to tell me the things you told me today, so I could set the record straight on the things you had wrong, like thinking you’re not as strong as other women I’ve been with.
You’re stronger than all of them, Kate. I shouldn’t be fighting with you today.
I want you to let me baby you. I know you’re sore and that you could probably relax easier in your own bed, but I don’t want to let you go, especially not to be alone with no one to take care of you. That’s my job, kitten.”
His left hand cupped her breast, and his right hand slid down. “Open your legs.”
She opened for him, and his slid his fingers over her clit.
“I’m strong and I’m rough,” he murmured in her ear. “I think you like that about me. Am I wrong?”
She shook her head.
“Good, because I’m gonna be rough again.
But I never want you to have regrets, not while we’re playing and not the next day.
If you think things might be going too far, you’ve gotta find your voice and use your safeword.
” He pinched her nipple until she gasped, then rubbed it and rolled it between his thumb and finger.
Rory slid a leg over hers to pin her down for better leverage as he worked her pussy. She panted and moved her hips in small circles, the water sloshing.
He sucked on the side of her neck, hard enough to mark her. She whimpered. He worked her with his fingers, then hooked them inside her and used his palm on her clit. She put a hand over his, pressing down.
“Gonna help me?” he asked, smiling against her hair.
After awhile, he felt the walls of her pussy contract around his fingers and listened to her breath get short. He held on until she relaxed against him again.
“Every inch of you belongs to me,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m never going to let you go if I think you should stay. And you’ll never get anywhere picking fights with me. That’s my bread and butter, baby. You’ll just tire yourself out and make yourself miserable. I hate to see you do that.”
She was so quiet, his little kitten. In most conversations, he was the one who talked the least.
They were silent for awhile, until the water chilled and the flecks of fruit and bicarbonate salts settled into a film on the surface of the water.
“You need to understand something. I talk and play rough during scenes, but I will never be upset or impatient when you use your safeword. Never. This is a special kind of relationship. We need that word, kitten. I have to trust you to stop me if I’m taking you too far.
And you can trust that I’ll stop immediately when you use it, and I’ll never make you feel bad after. ”
“But I’ll feel bad.”
“You shouldn’t. Why would you?”
“I’ll feel like I’m letting you down. And like I’m not good enough at this.”
“No, baby. Don’t look at it that way. That’s part of the deal with this. That’s our safety net.”
Her silence told him plenty. It was probably going to take some time for him to convince her. He knew, too, that part of it was her last Dom’s fault. That guy had been a reckless dick.
“How do you feel now, kitten?” he asked, kissing the side of her head. She was so soft and sweet in his arms. “You want me to put you in the bed so you can sleep some more?”
“May I do something to you?” she asked.
“Depends. Does it involve stabbing my balls with a fireplace poker to get even with me for last night?”
She laughed. “Of course not, Sir.”
That laughter was music. So was the fact that she’d called him Sir. She’d been listening. Things were getting back on track.
“You’re right,” she whispered. “I had a a lot of chances to use my safeword and didn’t.
If I’m too sore today, it’s my fault. Last night, I was so excited and caught up in everything.
It was really incredible, but when I woke up so sore and thought about how I completely fell apart, I was overwhelmed and embarrassed. ”
“Nothing wrong with breaking down during a scene. Sometimes that’s the best release for a girl.”
She nodded. “It was, but I was really a mess.”
“Nah, you were perfect.”
She flicked the drain with her toe to let the water run out.
“Let’s rinse this off,” he said, getting up and putting a hand out. She stepped out on the mat, shivering in the cool air. “Come on,” he said, tugging her hand to get them into the cavernous shower and under the warm jets.
He pulled her to him and kissed her, and she slid her hands around his back, pressing those gorgeous tits against his chest. He forgot for a moment how sore she was until his hand slid down to her ass and felt the heat of the inflammation.
He caught himself in time before he grabbed it out of habit.
Kate stood in Rory’s closet, wrapped in an oversized bathrobe.
Rory tested a few t-shirts against his face, looking for the softest one. “Here, kitten,” he said, handing her a black t-shirt and a pair of black drawstring shorts.
She put them on, happy for the softness of the fleece. He walked out and returned with a glass of water and two more pills.
“What is it?”
“Just Tylenol.”
“I’m ok. It’s not as bad now. I shouldn’t have panicked. I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about, baby. If you’re upset I want to know. C’mon and take these,” he said, moving his palm toward her.
She took the pills and popped them in her mouth. After swallowing them, she handed him the glass. In the bedroom, he set the empty glass on the dresser.
“You never answered what I asked you,” she said.
“Got distracted. Tell me what you want to do.”
She moved close to him and kissed his chest, then lowered herself to her knees.
He stared down at her. “How is this something for you? Seems like something for me.”
“I’ve been wanting to.” Taking him in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the crown. His abs tightened as his cock rose.
Within moments his fingers were tangled in her wet hair, pulling and guiding. She sucked, putting her hands behind her.
He looked down at her from under lowered lids. “It’s like that, huh? Next time I’ll tie those wrists. C’mon, you wanted it, now take it,” he said, driving deeper until he choked her, which she loved.
Her heart pounded, and she sucked harder, closing her eyes.
He forced her head farther back, pulling her hair. Soon, the rhythm had her working to breathe. When he finally came, she swallowed every bit, then dropped forward onto her hands, coughing and catching her breath, knowing she was red-faced with watering eyes.
“Here,” he said, holding out the cup.
She took a couple swallows of water and handed it back to him, sitting down, then rolling onto her hip, so her butt wasn’t beneath her.
Rory dropped down to a knee. “Tell me what that was about.”
She flushed. “My neighborhood crush when I was in high school lured me into the woods. One of his friends held my arms behind my back, and he made me suck him off.”
“Fucking punk.”
“Yeah,” she said. “He definitely was. I cried, but secretly I liked it, too. I always wanted to be restrained and touched. And the way he talked, half sweet and half dirty, with all his muscles straining. I never got over it. You’re so…
” she ran a fingertip over his abs and thigh.
“I wanted to see how it would be.” She rested her head against the edge of the mattress.
“I want to try so many things with you,” she said wistfully.
He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. “You’re going to.”
Her cell phone rang, and she started to get up. He put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.
“No, I’ll get it for you.” He rose and grabbed the phone from her purse.
She grimaced when she saw the number. “It’s the club. What should I do?”
“Nothing. Let it go to voicemail,” he said, taking it away from her and putting it on the dresser.
“If I’m not going back, I should tell them.” She bit her lip. “I don’t really want to have to explain though.”
“You’re not explaining anything. That conversation is all mine.”
“What will you tell them?”
“You’re going to get stiff if you stay there, kitten. C’mon,” he said, holding out a hand.
She stood, and he pointed at the bed. “Lie down and try to sleep a little more.”
She climbed onto the bed, lying on her stomach. “Will you tell me what they say?”
“Yeah, but that conversation won’t be today. More important things to do.”
“Like what?”
“Some work. Then I’m gonna fuck you again. More than once.”
That left her felling a little dizzy, in a good way.
“Rest,” he said.
He flicked off the light and took her phone on his way out. She thought she’d never be able to fall back to sleep, but in the cool dark room, more things were possible than she believed.