6. Katie
I stareat my reflection in the full-length mirror. But no matter how I twist or turn, I can’t see anything remotely desirable staring back at me.
I reach for a silky white robe from the hotel and wrap myself up in it. Technically, I did what Michael said.
Once I’m in the robe and covered again, I feel better. I move around the room, dimming all the lights. If he can’t see me, maybe he won’t be disgusted by my body.
When I hear the sound of male laughter in the hall, I pause and listen for Michael. But the sound eventually moves further away.
Losing your virginity isn’t a big deal.
I remind myself of this as I finger comb my hair for the millionth time. I wish I had the kind of relationship with my mom that meant I could call her and ask for advice, that she would tell me what to do.
But my mom’s idea of sex education was handing me a pack of condoms and lube when I was thirteen. She said if I ever lost weight, they would come in handy.
I reapply a fresh coat of lipstick and tell myself that I’ve written dozens of sex scenes and imagined being with Michael a thousand times.
“You can do this,” I encourage my reflection.
The card reader on the door beeps followed by the soft hiss of the lock releasing. It’s now or never.
I square my shoulders and turn to face Michael, plastering a smile on my face.
* * *
Michael
Her smile is wrong.It’s not the one she was giving me at the pool when she was happy and lost in bliss.
This is the one she has for a roomful of executives before she has to do a presentation. It’s nervous and wobbly.
I want her out of her head and back to the present, to enjoying our time together. “Did you follow my instructions?” I intentionally keep my voice harsh. By the pool, it made her nipples pebble when I took control.
She pulls nervously at the robe. “You didn’t say I couldn’t put on a robe afterwards.”
I kick off my shoes and move to turn on the lamp. It’s too dark in here for me to fully appreciate her.
She puts a hand on my arm. “Don’t.”
I tip my head toward her, waiting for her explanation. Her vulnerability is oddly arousing to me. I expected her to be more like her heroine but she’s not brash and demanding. She’s timid and shy.
“I’m not…beautiful,” she stumbles on the word. “Or experienced.”
The picture over the fireplace in the apartment flashes in my mind and I can’t help but wonder if her insecurities stem from growing up with her mom. It couldn’t have been easy living in a model’s shadow.
Still, I need Katie to understand who is calling the shots tonight. I turn on the lamp. “We’re doing this my way, remember?”
She’s afraid to be seen and I won’t have this. I won’t have her thinking she doesn’t deserve to be worshipped, to be shown how exquisite her body is.
I put a hand on the small of her back and propel her toward the mirror. Standing behind her, I wrap my fingers in her hair. “When I look at you, I see red hair that I want to tangle my fingers through. I see brown eyes that fill with compassion for the weak and anger at oppression.”
I press a kiss to her robe-clad shoulder.
She eases her back against my chest though she’s not fully relaxing.
“I see shoulders that carry the weight of the world and yet never hesitate to support others. Do you want to know what else I see?”
She nods.
Reaching for the belt of her robe, I notice the nervous way her gaze meets mine in the mirror. Hasn’t anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?
I pull apart the robe and let out a little sigh. “I see breasts that are round and full,” I reach for them, loving the way they fill my palms completely.
“I see nipples so responsive,” I whisper, running my thumb across one. It pebbles under my touch.
She lets out a soft moan.
I do the same thing to the other nipple and spend several long minutes, playing with them. I alternate between rubbing and pinching until she’s groaning.
Finally, I move my hand lower, touching her side in a gentle caress. “I see soft curves that make my mouth water and fill me with a million dirty thoughts.”
I continue lower. “Thighs that I ache to be between. Legs that I want wrapping around me.”
Tugging at her white panties, I pull them down to reveal her sex to me. “I see a pussy that’s bare and swollen and glistening for me.”
I slip my fingers against her skin and let out a noise of pure appreciation. I trace her slit then remember what she said about being inexperienced. Slowly, I slip a finger inside of her wet heat, studying her expression in the mirror.
Her eyes are downcast, watching me stroke her off.
“Look at me,” I demand, needing to see her expression as she comes this time.
She doesn’t so I stop touching her. I want her to understand that just as I can give her pleasure, I’ll take it from her, too. That’s what she agreed to tonight. That she would let me take care of her.
Finally, she raises her gaze to mine. She whispers, “Do you really see all of that when you look at me?”
“I see a beautiful, sexy woman.” I kiss her again, addicted to the sweet berry taste that is her lips. I tease her with my tongue, stroking her mouth until she lets out a whimper.
Then I move my fingers, entering her body again and she melts into me, the tension completely leaving her.
She gasps when I add a second finger, stretching her tight channel wide and preparing her body for what’s to come.
My balls ache and my pants are too tight. I rub myself against the sweet curve of her ass, needing some relief from the insistent ache.
But I stop before I can get too much. Prolonging this and making it good for her in every way is more important to me right now.
I break the kiss to give her a moment to catch her breath and this time when I tell her to look at me, she does.
There’s not the same hesitancy in her gaze. It’s now been replaced with a glassy-eyed hunger, a lust that I can feel as she tightens around me, her body going rigid.
She whimpers as she rides the waves of her release and I watch her face the entire time, the expression of ecstasy and contentment fill me with pride.
As it ends, she collapses against me and I appreciate the feel of her total surrender, the way she’s trusting me completely.
I remember that Kitty from her books likes dirty talk, so I lean close to whisper in her ear, “Your bare little pussy is ready for my big cock now, isn’t it?”
She instantly squeezes her thighs together and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. A beautiful blush colors her cheeks.
“Answer the question, Katie.”