Chapter 20 Katarina
Chapter twenty
“Yes, Father, I know. No, everything is going well.”
“And you’re making Mr. Sinclair happy?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Good. Don’t disappoint me, Katarina.”
Click.
Sighing, I fall face down on the bed and toss my phone toward the pillows. This week has been exhausting. I’ve been implementing all of Sloane’s and Margot’s suggestions, to no avail. Well, to almost no avail. I’ve at least been successful in flustering my husband, but nothing further.
The only silver lining has been how close I’ve gotten with my sisters-in-law.
Meeting his family at our wedding was one thing.
Everything that weekend was all painted smiles and practiced words.
But since Thanksgiving, I’ve felt like I actually have a family.
Really, for the first time in my life. Not that Sasha isn’t incredible, but one brotherly figure doesn’t necessarily replace the real thing.
The thought of Sasha reminds me that he’ll be arriving later tonight for a short visit. His absence is one of the other things that’s thrown me off lately. I was prepared for his physical absence after my wedding, but he’s hardly even replied to my texts since I moved.
The sound of a knock against my doorframe reminds me it’s been open this whole time. I wasn’t exactly expecting my father to call and give me the It's almost been two months since you’ve been married, and you better be making your husband happy speech.
“Are you alright?”
I don’t have to look to know who’s at the door. My husband’s voice is etched into my soul at this point, considering how often it runs through my imagination.
“Yes,” I respond, my voice muffled by the comforter.
“Who was that on the phone?”
“My father.”
The edge of the bed dips, his scent somehow surrounding me regardless of the fact that my nose is buried in the covers.
“What did he want?”
I flip over onto my back as dramatically as I can, spreading out like a starfish, “He wanted to make sure I was making Mr. Sinclair happy,” I say, staring up at the ceiling. I know if I were to look at Henry, I would tear up. A weakness I really don’t want to show right now.
“I am happy, Kitten. Happier than I can recall ever being…Katarina?”
When I dare to glance at him, he’s propped against my headboard, looking down at me with that intensity I’ve seen time and time again. That intensity that leads to nothing.
Sighing, I pull myself up and join him, leaning against the frame. “Yes?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for my part in this.” He reaches out, taking my hand in his. “I liked where our relationship was going, and I would like to continue down that path.”
“Yeah, me too,” I whisper.
He lets go of my hand and wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me slightly toward him. I don’t even realize I’ve laid my head on his chest until I recognize the heartbeat I’m listening to isn't mine. Sitting together like this is just so natural. Like a couple of lovers in a routine embrace.
His ringing phone breaks the silence, drawing us out of our moment of bliss. “Ugh, I have to leave soon,” he grumbles, declining the call.
When I try to shimmy away, he tightens his grip on me. “I’ll be home for dinner, and then crosswords? I’ve missed my partner.”
Smiling, I nod. “I’ll be here.”
Me:
Urgent!! Help!!
Sloane:
Is it happening???
Margot:
Please tell me you’re about to get laid.
Margot:
Actually, spare me the details…Of my brother’s pipe laying.
Me:
Well, not exactly… But he did apologize. He said he “liked where we were going and wanted to continue down that path.” And then we cuddled for a minute. Before he had to leave :( But he said he would be home for dinner and crosswords.
Me:
Any suggestions on how to seduce a man over crosswords?
Sloane:
Call the paper and have them make one with only the most suggestive terms??
Margot:
Wow, Sloane, you’re starting to sound like Ledger. How about we start with something normal, like a slutty dress?
Sloane:
Whatever, Margot, it’s called efficiency. LOL
Me:
I’ve barely been wearing any clothes all week!
And it’s December! I’m going to turn into a snowman soon if he doesn’t make a move.
Anyway, my cousin Sasha is going to be arriving tonight for a little visit.
So I don’t want to take things TOO far and then not be able to do anything about it for a few days…
Margot:
Hmm, what’s your seating arrangement like when you two nerds do your crosswords?
Me:
Usually, I sit sideways on his lap.
Sloane:
Holy shit.
Margot:
God, my brother’s an idiot. You’ve been sitting on the man’s lap, and he hasn’t made a move?
Sloane:
Hey, don’t be mean. Not all men just go for it like your husband did! Henry obviously values consent.
Margot:
Mm-hmm… Hey, didn’t my brother STALK you?
Me:
GIRLS! REIN IT IN HERE!
Margot:
Sorry, Kat. Okay, you can’t sleep with him tonight. But you need to make sure he knows you REALLY want to…May I suggest straddling him for your puzzles tonight?
Me:
And then what? “Henry, I would love to have sex with you tonight, but can we pause this while my cousin is here? Could you maybe pencil me in for eight p.m. on Tuesday?”
Sloane:
What about a date? That’s what led to Ledger and me doing it the first time!
Margot:
Wait a second…are you telling me you gave it up after the first date?
Sloane:
Idk, are you telling me you gave it up to an anonymous man in a mask at a club?
Margot:
Touché.
Margot:
Yes, a date. Make him take you on a date. I’m not sure if he deserves you putting out on the first date.
Me:
Well, he technically already put a ring on it.
Margot:
That's true… But if you want to drive him wild. Make him wait.
“Under eight minutes!” I squeal, wrapping my arms around Henry as he fills in the last word.
I’m in my usual position, sitting sideways across his lap.
I thought through every possible way to make it work, straddling him while also working on the puzzle, but came up with nothing.
I even used the desk chair in my room to visualize it, until I leaned too far back and toppled over, chair and all.
Ultimately, I decided to transition to said straddle after completing the crossword. Which was all fun and games until now. I had at least ten different segues rehearsed and ready to go, but can I think of a single one of them now? Not a chance.
As if he can read my mind, Henry spins me around on his lap, adjusting my legs around him. “There, that’s better,” he says with a smirk.
Oh God, I’m melting. Despite nearly freezing to death for the past week, I decided on a short little linen dress, and it's completely pulled up to my waist. To make matters worse, the lacy thong I chose has migrated to the side, meaning Henry’s trousers are the only thing separating me from the monster cock I know is hiding underneath.
I’m a squirming mess, to be honest. But the more I try to adjust, the harder he grows beneath me.
“Stop that,” he teases with a smack to the back of my thigh. His teasing ignites confidence in me, and I make even more of an effort with my wiggling.
“I said stop that, Katarina.” This time, there’s no humor to his tone. But despite his words, he pulls me down onto him.
Somehow, my confidence remains, and I make a show of biting my lower lip. “Or what?”
He growls a warning, but I don’t back down.
“What are you going to do, Daddy? Spank me?”
We’re both up in a flash. Henry carries me effortlessly to his desk before spinning me around and bending me over the cold, smooth wood. I welcome the heat from his body as he leans over me, trailing kisses from the back of my shoulder to my nape.
“You want me to spank you?” he asks, his breath tickling my ear.
I can hardly breathe, much less talk.
Wrapping his fist around my braid, he pulls my head back. Hard.
“I asked you a question, little girl.” His other hand rubs circles around where the hem of my dress rests mid-thigh. Chill bumps erupt throughout my body even though I feel like I’m on fire.
“Yes, sir.”
Still holding on to my braid with one hand, he slowly makes his way up my thigh with the other. “Mmm, I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, Kitten.”
“Henry…please!” I beg. I don’t know what I’m asking for, but I need something.
His hand trails higher, and I feel the cool air on my ass as he lifts my skirt. He runs his hand up and down, squeezing slightly, massaging me.
Swat.
He chuckles darkly as I squeak, my body jerking involuntarily. “I told you that you didn’t know what you were asking for, but you insisted.”
The pain from his slap feels like a hundred needle pricks, each sending shocks of pleasure circuiting through my body. It’s like walking outside into freezing air, when your first breath is painfully cold but soon grows invigorating.
“Another,” I beg.
I expect him to take a moment, but he strikes me almost immediately. I can’t help the high-pitched moan I give in response. He must take that as a plea for more as he strikes me over and over, alternating sides and placement.
I feel like I’m floating in the clouds, more aroused than I’ve ever been before. I know if I widen my stance, I would feel the result of my arousal dripping down my legs.
“More, Henry…please!” I cry. Begging for what? I don’t know.
“Please, what? Tell me what you need from me.”
“I…I don’t know,” I say, rubbing my thighs together for some relief.
He lets go of my braid and uses that arm to wrap around my waist while the hand he’s been using to spank me explores again. Slowly, he runs his fingers from my ass, around my hip, to the front of my thigh. He’s barely reached the hem of my panties, but his touch causes my body to shiver.
“Do you need me to take care of that ache between your legs, Kitten?”
His fingers hover over the lace of my panties, tracing featherlight circles over my clit as he waits for my response.
“Mmm, yes. Please!”
He rips the dainty fabric from my body and slowly traces one finger up and down my pussy lips before spreading them open with his thumb.
“Oh God!” My body shakes as he makes soft circles around my clit, the sound of my wetness amplified in the quiet room.
With his hand in front of me, I’m pushed back against him, and I can feel his covered erection rubbing against my bare ass.
His hand from my waist reaches up and squeezes my breast, the pressure almost painful against my pebbled nipple.
“Mmm, you’re soaking my fingers, and I’m not even inside you.”
The finger on my clit trails down to circle my entrance, and I’ve never felt so empty in my life. I’m about to beg him to put something, anything, inside me when his other arm comes behind me, rimming my other hole.
“Don’t worry, little girl, I’m going to fill both of these up before long.”
It’s sensory overload. I feel like every nerve ending in my body converges on my core.
I’m familiar with this buildup, but I’ve never been able to let it wash me away.
He moves his hands back to their previous positions, but they’re rougher than before.
He’s alternating between circling and pinching my clit while he does the same thing with my nipple.
I’m so close. I know I am. I’ve never gotten myself this far. I can feel my pussy fluttering as my body tenses up.
Henry leans over me, pulling me even closer to his body. “Let go, my kitten,” he whispers before latching onto my neck and…ohhh.
My body convulses underneath him as he bites or sucks or whatever he’s doing to my neck, and what feels like a lifetime of pressure explodes out from me in waves.
He holds me tight until my orgasm wanes completely, whispering words of praise in my ear as I lose myself in pleasure from his touch.
“That’s it, Katarina. That’s my good girl. You come so beautifully for me. My perfect, gorgeous girl.”
When the last wave ebbs, he pulls my skirt down and turns me around to set me on the desk. Pulling up a chair so that we are sitting eye to eye, he cups my face,
“How was that, Kitten? Are you okay?” The concern in his gaze melts my heart. He’s just given me my first orgasm, and he’s worried.
I smile as wide as I can, considering I’m still half in orgasm la-la land. “Wow…I want to do that again,” I say, pulling a legitimate laugh from my husband.
“Anytime, darling,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose. He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, searching them before turning his attention to my lips and leaning into me. I can just feel his mouth against mine when the doorbell chimes through the house, startling us both.
Grabbing the back of my head, he gently pulls my forehead to his. “I’m guessing that’s your cousin?”
“Probably so.”
“Then perhaps not anytime,” he says before sitting back in his chair and helping me off the desk.
I’m at the door by the time I realize he’s still sitting in his chair. “Are you not coming?” I ask, straightening my dress and slicking down my hair, trying my best to make myself look presentable.
He smiles loosely, “You go ahead, I, um, have a bit of a situation here. I don’t want to greet your cousin with a cum stain on my pants.”
My skin flushes red with embarrassment. “Oh God, Henry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get my…on you.”
“Not yours, Kitten.”
The heat I feel changes from embarrassment to desire as I make sense of Henry’s words. Did I really just make him come in his pants? I’m opening my mouth to ask when I hear my cousin calling.
“KitKat?” Sasha’s excited yell echoes down the hall as I stand frozen in place in the entrance to the study.
Henry nods his head toward the door. “Good night, Katarina.”