Chapter 35
TOM
Kat’s gaze is wild—glassy—as she obeys, her feet resting on the edge of the counter as she stares at me.
Submissive.
Exposed.
Mine.
A primal need to own her, body and soul, pumps through my veins as my gaze rakes over her full breasts, toned belly, and her pussy, glistening and on full display for me.
Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves as I press her legs to the sides, opening her wider for me as I lower my head and lick up her slit.
She moans and I do it again, her body appearing desperate for more.
And I’m happy to give it to her—happy to take away the pain and terror of today.
Circling her clit, I lick my way down before fucking her with my tongue, her back bowing off the counter as her fingers scrape against the surface.
“Oh my God, Tom, I—”
She cries out as I complete the sequence again.
And again, my fingers replacing my tongue so I can focus on sucking her clit, pinching it between my teeth and relentlessly flicking it until she’s screaming my name.
Loud.
It’s glorious.
This sweetheart of a woman bucking her hips against my face, begging for more, is delicious and willing and mine.
It’s a hell of a way to go.
Because how do you come back from breaking every personal and professional rule with a client?
You don’t.
And I couldn’t give a fuck about any of it right now, not with her juices coating my chin.
“I need to be inside you,” I manage, the plea a low rasp as I kiss my way up her flushed body.
“You really think you can make me come again?” I’m not sure it’s a taunt so much as it is a challenge and one I’m more than willing to accept.
“I know for a fact that I can, Kitten,” I murmur, helping her sit up and then slide to the edge of the counter, my shirt already falling over her sexy, tanned shoulder.
“I don’t know that it’s been done before.”
“Then I’ll be happy to take that title.”
“You don’t need a condom,” she tells me, wrapping her legs around my waist as her arms do the same around my neck. “I have an IUD. Got tested after the last guy I was with.”
“All tests were negative at my last physical. And I had a vasectomy about ten years ago.” I don’t know why I told her the last part. It’s not something I share unless things are heading in a more serious direction.
I can’t remember the last time I was even in a situation where it felt necessary to mention it.
But I don’t want to lie to Kat, regardless of how she could react.
Instead of being turned off, her eyes light up—definitely something we’ll be talking about later. “Well, then I guess we’re covered,” she purrs, rocking her bare pussy against the bulge in my jeans.
My answering growl is all I can manage as I take her lips in a bruising kiss, letting her taste herself as I plunder her mouth, eliciting a moan from her that goes right to my dick. Her nails dig into my shoulders, the bite only making me harder until I can’t take it. I need more.
She’s breathless as I pull away, her lips swollen and wet, but I only let myself look for a second before scooping her off the counter and setting her on the floor.
“I thought you were—”
I don’t let her finish that sentence, my patience fraying like a rope that’s been left out in the elements too long. Her shirt, my shirt, falls farther to one side, and all that silky smooth skin is exposed, the curve of her breast tempting me once again.
I’ll indulge later but right now, I need her.
Kat squeaks in surprise as I spin her away from me, my heart hammering in my chest as she tries to brace herself on the counter’s edge.
But I don’t give her a chance.
Grabbing her wrists, I pull them behind her back and manipulate her body until her forearms are stacked on top of each other and secured with the fabric of the shirt that’s three times too big.
She gasps when I bend her forward, her naked breasts pressed against the counter and her ass on full display.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
“Have you ever been spanked, Kitten?” I muse, kicking her leg gently to the side and giving me the most delicious view of her.
“N-no.” She looks at me over her shoulder, her hips wiggling as she presses onto her toes. The anticipation alone has her panting and trying to push back into me as one hand goes to my belt, the other coming down firmly on the curve of her ass.
Her skin takes on an immediate pink hue, the mark chipping away at my carefully constructed walls.
And already, I’m too far gone, flipping open the button and working the zipper down as I soothe the sting, gripping and kneading her flesh until she’s whimpering. Then I bring my palm down on the other side.
She gasps so I do it again, once more on each side, her arms straining against the shirt as she wriggles against the counter.
“Think you’re ready for me, baby?”
“Please.”
It’s a whisper but I want her loud.
Begging.
I’m wound too tight to entertain anything other than hard and fast.
Possessive.
Dragging the head of my dick through her folds, I watch as she tries to move to get me where she wants, her greedy little clit already ready for more. I love that she thinks she can win—that she can force my hand.
Not a chance.
So I tease her, relentlessly, circling and sliding and touching everywhere but where she wants me, my hand continuing to spank her, the pink darkening as she moans my name.
God, I love the sound of it falling from her lips.
She’s really the only one that has called me by my first name with any kind of regularity, that fact bouncing around my head and making me spiral back to the day’s events.
Her screaming my name for a different reason.
The panic of not being able to find her.
The sound of metal crashing and scraping against metal.
The angry markings across her chest from the seat belt.
It’s all too much.
Gripping her hips, I line myself up with her opening and push a little inside, my body tense as I hold myself there, waiting for her to breathe, to adjust. I want to slam into her, hear the sound of our skin slapping together as I bottom out in her again and again.
But she’s so damn tight, and no matter how wet she is, I can’t—not yet at least.
It takes a few seconds, but finally, I can feel her pushing back, searching for more, and I’m only too glad to give it to her.
Rocking my hips, I let her get used to me, pulling out and pushing in until she’s taken all of me, her pussy gripping my dick, her walls already fluttering as I bottom out inside her.
“You look fucking gorgeous like this, Kitten, your ass pink from my hand while my dick is buried inside you.” This time when I pull out, I slam into her hard. “Fuck, look how good you take me, Kat.”
“Tom.”
“Tell me…”
I don’t stop as I wait for her to answer, a few punctuated thrusts making her moan and whimper as she shakes her head against the counter.
“Please.”
“You have no problem making all those filthy demands in your books, Kitten.” Slowing my pace, I lean over her as I slide my hand up to cup her breast. “Tell me what you want…”
“Make me come again, oh my God,” she whimpers when I pinch her nipple. “I need to come again, please.”
It’s the please that has me banding my arm across her chest as I use her shoulder like an anchor and fuck into her.
She’s perfect.
Tight, wet heat is the undertone for the chorus of slapping skin, incoherent words, and moans that fill the kitchen as I unleash every ounce of worry, terror, and frustration out on Kat’s beautiful body.
And it seems like she needs it just as badly as I do, her moans turning to sobs as she writhes in the space between me and the counter, her pussy clenching around my dick as her orgasm detonates.
It’s violent.
Beautiful.
My own release is unavoidable as I follow her over the edge. I mean to pull out but there’s no time, her walls holding me like a vise grip until I’m cursing under my breath and chasing every last ounce of this euphoria.
Because that’s exactly what it is.
It’s raw and dangerous and so damn addictive I can barely think straight.
Or maybe that’s just the way I feel when I’m with Kat.
I’m a different man.
And for better or worse, I’m okay with that.
I just hope I still feel that way in the morning.