Chapter 15
Fifteen
Kate stood in the kitchen wearing one of Rory’s t-shirts over a pair of satin panties. She had washed the milk bowl and put the kitten thong into her laundry bag.
She scrolled through her texts, laughing at a meme.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
She jumped and turned to find him naked in the doorway.
“I found cookie mix. Want me to make cookies?’
“Who are you texting?”
“School friends.”
“Show me,” he said.
She held out the phone.
He looked at the texts and exhaled a sound of amusement at a funny political meme.
“Come back to bed, Kate.”
“You don’t want chocolate chip cookies?”
“No, I told you what I want.”
“You’re a little bit…” she trailed off, trying to decide if it was okay to tease him. She’d been about to say grouchy.
He wagged his fingers, and she went to him.
“Don’t you want to know what I was going to say?” she asked.
“No.”
She laughed. “No is like your favorite word. Your favorite phrase is I know.”
“I know.”
She laughed again. “You’re really funny, Rory. I couldn’t tell that at the club. You’re so serious there.”
“My punk brutality. Keeping up appearances.”
“Your what?”
“Nothing. Why are you talking so much right now?”
“I’m happy. How are you? You look tired,” she said as they reentered the bedroom.
“It’s three in the morning.”
She tried not to smile because that was funny, too. “Why did you wake up?
“I don’t know. Get in,” he said.
“I should sleep on the outside, so I won’t—”
“No.”
She smiled and climbed in bed.
He slid in next to her and closed his eyes.
She put a palm against his cheek. “You’re so goddamned beautiful.”
“Kitten, come on,” he mumbled.
“You are,” she whispered.
“Be quiet in my pocket.”
She bit her cheek to keep from laughing.
Kate woke up because her breast hurt. It took her a moment to realize it was in Rory’s mouth.
“Ow,” she said, trying to pull away, but she was trapped between him and the wall. “That’s sore. You’re sucking too hard.” She drew in a breath through her teeth, relieved when he let go and blew on her skin.
She realized with a start that he was stroking his cock.
“Did you wake up like that?”
“Yeah. He knows what he wants is nearby.”
“Does he have a name?” she asked, amused.
“One girl called him the monster. Does that count? Give me your hand, kitten.”
She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked up and down.
“Mmmm.”
She licked his nipple and pressed her body closer.
A few minutes later, he erupted over her hand and belly.
He kissed her mouth, then rolled onto his back, his eyes half closed.
She pulled her hand up and licked it.
“Did you just lick your hand?”
“Uh huh.”
He laughed, and then kept on laughing.
“What?”
“Sometimes you’re so sweet, but then you randomly do something really dirty.”
She laughed. “I licked it because it’s you. I’m being sweet, not dirty.”
“You sure you can tell ‘em apart?”
She stuck out her tongue at him.
He pulled the sheet down to examine her breasts. He shook his head.
“What?”
“Look what you made me do to you.”
“What I made you… Am I in charge?”
“Never.”
“So then?”
He grabbed her and pinned her down. “Are you challenging me, kitten?”
“What will you do to me if I am?” she demanded.
“I doubt you’ve thought this through. You don’t have much territory left that’s not already sore.”
“Don’t I?’
He narrowed his eyes. “Something you want, kitten?”
She shook her head. “Just wondering whether you might?”
He smirked. “You think I need a nudge to take what I want?”
“No.”
“But?”
“All the masters of the slaves online seem kind of fixated and obsessed with one thing. I thought you might threaten me with that, but you don’t seem that interested. Do you not want me that way?”
“Ah. It’s a competition with the girls online. Whose master wants them the most?”
“No! I’m not being competitive.”
He grinned. “Yes, you are.”
“I’m just curious! You said I could ask you anything.”
He nodded. “If I was reckless enough to try to fuck your ass this morning, you’d either use your safeword to stop me or I’d hurt you. I don’t mean I’d leave you sore. I mean you’d tear.”
“Why?” she gasped.
“You said you haven’t been with a guy in over a year. I know you haven’t been using big dildos in your pussy because my cock’s been inside you and you’re tight.”
“Too tight?” she asked, flushing. Should she have been using toys to masturbate?
“No, it feels great. You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck that pussy this morning.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because, baby, you’re sore. I know I rubbed you raw last night ‘cause you weren’t all the way healed from two nights ago. This morning it was time to give your body a break.”
She was a terrible pet. He’d wanted her but didn’t feel like he should take what he wanted. “I didn’t say I needed a break. I don’t.”
He smiled. “I decide what you need. I’m the boss. Not you.”
“But I’m okay. You can use me however you want.”
“I know I can.”
“So that’s it? I’m never going to be as good as other kittens?”
He laughed. “You are so competitive. And so fucking fierce. People look at me and think I’m the gangbanger. What’s in your tote bag? A nine millimeter? Colt forty-five?”
“Stop laughing, Rory. This is serious to me!”
“Kitten, calm down,” he said in a soothing tone that made her even madder.
“Then stop teasing me. I’m upset. You’re joking now, but you won’t think it’s funny in a month or two. You’ll just want to replace me,” she said, biting her lip. “And it’ll break my heart. Maybe we should just stop now before it’s too late.”
His expression turned dark and serious, and his grip on her wrists tightened. “Try to leave me. I dare you.”
His gaze was so intense it made her breath catch. It also thrilled her right down to her toes.
“I don’t even want you in a different room.
If I’m in bed, I want you in bed with me.
Not in the kitchen making cookies or wherever the fuck else.
This is not some casual thing between us.
If you don’t get that, you’re not paying attention.
There is no Kate-replacement. You’re the blood in my fucking veins.
Know how I know? Because the thought of not having you feels like death. ”
Tears welled in her eyes. “I love you.”
“I know. That’s why we’re so dangerous. We’re the perfect storm.”