Chapter 14
Fourteen
Rory woke twice during the night, and both times, he regretted not going to get Kate.
Going forward, he would pick her up on Fridays after class.
During the week, if he wanted her to stay overnight, he could hire a car service to take her back to school.
There was an outfit he used to take him to the airport and to drive him when he knew he’d be drinking too much to drive.
He could have used one of the vetted Marquis Club drivers to drive Kate, but he wasn’t up for that yet. He wanted the club’s only access to her to be through him. Not that drivers were allowed to talk to the girls. The club had a lot of rules. That one Rory liked just fine.
He rubbed the top of his head. He wasn’t buzzed anymore, but he tasted stale booze on his breath.
He’d lay off drinking for a couple weeks.
He glanced at the clock. Six in the damn morning.
What the hell was he doing awake? Was his kitten awake, too?
He could have her back at his place in an hour and change. Naw, not yet.
He rolled out of bed and pulled on shorts. He needed a good sweat to detox and wake up.
He hit the running trail near the house ten minutes later. He sprinted through sections and actually felt like puking at one point. He stopped and walked it off, spitting a few times till the feeling passed. How much of that bottle had he drunk?
He got home near seven and drank sixteen ounces of Gatorade before he showered.
He was shaving when he heard his phone. He lifted his watch from the vanity.
Seven thirty? There was only one person who wasn’t going to get a WTF response to a text sent so early in the morning.
If it was her, he’d have a better response awaiting her later in the day.
His cock rose to half mast. For fuck’s sake.
Wood every time he thought about her, like he was seventeen.
The text was from her. A kiss emoji, then, If I woke u up, I’m so, so, so sorry. Just wanted u 2 know I’m awake when u want me.
He typed, Coming 2 get u, and hit send.
A second later, from her: YAY!!!
He smirked. She was sweet enough to give him cavities.
How did anyone reach nineteen and still seem so young?
Drunk on a couple shots of tequila? He’d so wanted to fuck her that night.
Then she got emotional when he teased her, and he knew things were too likely to go sideways.
She wasn’t ready for the mouth he had on him during sex if she was feeling fragile.
But she’d been naked, so he’d gotten the hell out of the room.
He had a lot of control. Had to have it, or he’d hurt a sub for real.
But she’d almost been more temptation than he could manage. What the hell was it about this girl?
It took a lot of self control for Kate to keep herself from taking her roller bag down to stand on the sidewalk. It was daytime after all, but he’d said to wait inside. He was so protective, crazily so. But she didn’t mind.
When he got there, she hurried down and threw herself into his arms. She kissed him like they hadn’t seen each other in a year.
“All right, kitten. Settle down,” he said, but he was laughing. He glanced at the carry-on size suitcase.
“I’m not planning to overstay. I know it looks like too much.”
“No. Actually, it might not be enough,” he said, putting it in the trunk.
“Oh,” she said with a small smile. “How long am I coming for?”
“I don’t know. Do you have school clothes in there, too? To stay Sunday night and go right to class?”
“Yes, I have a pair of jeans I can wear for school.”
“And only for school,” he said. “Did you bring your computer?”
She patted her tote bag.
“Give it here. It’ll be fine in the trunk,” he said and put it in. “That dress suits you. New?”
She nodded, smoothing down the lycra-infused material. It had a flower print of peach and fuchsia. More a spring dress, but she’d thought he might like it. It had reminded her of the blooming flower petals in the locker room at the Marquis Club.
In the car, she said, “You’re so strict about who drives me and where I’m allowed to wait. Did something happen?”
Rory nodded. “Before my time at the club. Anytime you have a place that’s very exclusive, there’s resentment from those who want to join but aren’t invited in.
D’s always treated subs like the precious resource they are, so we have the best ones.
I guess there were a couple of submissives who’d left another club.
A couple of assholes they’d known came and took them right off the street while another sub was coming to pick them up. ”
“Oh my God. Raped?”
“Yeah, and tortured… in the wrong way.”
She leaned back, feeling slightly dizzy. That brought back fear she always tried to bury.
“The lifestyle attracts guys who are abusers.”
“And how would a victim testify against them?” she murmured.
“Yes, your honor, I let men hurt me for pleasure. But this was different, I swear. And then to have to go into detail about how it’s different?
To have to explain to someone who doesn’t understand?
To get cross-examined on a witness stand.
” She shuddered. “I didn’t have the guts. When things were done to me.”
“Hey,” he said sharply. “I don’t want you replaying that stuff in your head.”
“No. You’re right. And I am ok now. I’m not broken.”
“I know.” He closed his fist around the gearshift, tight enough to make his knuckles white.
“I’ll be careful,” she said.
“I know you will. And so we’re clear, I expect that if you ever find yourself in a situation that you can’t handle, for whatever reason, your first call is to me. Even if you just get a bad feeling, I want to hear about it.”
“I promise.”
He gave her a sideways glance, and the corner of his mouth rose.
“What?”
“I was just thinking that the best way for me to keep you safe is to keep you right next to me. If you try to wander off, don’t expect to get very far.”
“Wander off?” she said, shaking her head as she glanced out the window. “I don’t think so. All I want this weekend is to be right in your pocket.”
He smirked. “Then all my favorite things would be in one place.”
“Kate,” Rory yelled. What the hell was taking her so long? He’d sent her to the bedroom to put her stuff away, and she’d been gone forever.
“One more minute,” she called. “I have a surprise!”
His phone buzzed. He pulled it from his pocket. So much for keeping his girl there.
It was a text from Kate.
Dear, Sir. Please go in the living room, sit down, and close your eyes.”
He smiled and typed, Why?
“Please!?” she called from down the hall.
He shook his head, but walked into the living room and sat down.
“Are your eyes closed?” she asked, her voice closer.
He looked over, but she was obviously hiding around the corner. Closing his eyes, he said, “Get in here.”
“Don’t open yet. Just thirty more seconds.”
He moved his lips, counting backward to tease her.
“Okay,” she said a few moments later.
He opened his eyes, and his kitten was a kitten.
She had a headband with black pointed ears.
She’d painted cat’s eyes, the tip of a nose, and whiskers on her face with makeup, and had her leather collar on her throat.
She wore a black lace-up bustier with black thong panties and on her feet, she had knee-high black stockings with pink pads on the toes, just like a kitten’s.
She was bent over a bowl of milk on the floor, drinking the milk with her bruised ass in the air.
She turned her head and smiled at him. “Cute?”
“Kittens don’t talk. They do drink milk though.”
She bent and dipped her tongue rhythmically into the milk.
“I had a lot of plans, but fuck it. I think I’m gonna spend the rest of the day sitting here, watching you do that.”
She laughed, then leaned further down and puckered her lips and sucked some of the liquid into her mouth. He watched the ring on the collar bob as she swallowed.
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. She even had her fingers curled like paws.
When she’d drunk half the bowl, she turned her face. There were dots of milk on her nose and chin.
“Enough?” she asked.
“No. How many gallons of milk are in the fridge?”
She laughed, licking the milk off her lips. “Kittens can drink other things besides milk you know,” she said.
“You don’t say.”
She brought her paws up to catch the drops on her chin and nose.
“Come here.”
She crawled to him in a way designed to make him want to fuck her for days. She knelt between his legs and looked up at him through her long spiky lashes. She was dead gorgeous.
He caught her face in his hand and licked the milk off of her.
She licked the back of one hand and offered him the other. He licked her hand, locking eyes with her as he did so.
He leaned back. She bent forward and licked his zipper. His cock was extremely interested in kittens.
“Come up here. Lie across my lap.”
She crawled across him. He ran a hand over her ass. She was bruised. He squeezed each cheek lightly, making her squirm and pant. He slapped the backs of her thighs, spanking them until they turned red, and she was gasping for breath and lifting her ass. He gave each cheek one swat.
“Ow! Please!”
“Please what?”
He slid her panties down and dipped his fingers into her. That juicy sex was a bowl that he’d gladly drink from, but his cock throbbed harder than his heartbeat.
“Up,” he said. “That show was too good.”
She stood, cheeks flushed, makeup smeared. She was so fucking beautiful. He liked her smooth, flawless skin. But he loved seeing her smudged and covered with marks he’d given her.
“Take those the rest of the way off. You’re done wearing them,” he said, nodding at the underwear around her thighs.
She slid them to her ankles and stepped out of them. He took her wrist in a firm grip and led her to the bedroom.