Addicted to You (30 page)

But his need to make her feel the same way overpowered even that blinding lust.

She made a sound of protest when he tugged on her hair and his cock popped out of her mouth. He resisted an urge to slip it back between her lips, to plunge into her mouth and throat until his entire body erupted in fire. Why did he feel this mixed urge to protect her, cherish her, and yet also to take everything she offered, use her for his pleasure . . . slake his monstrous lust in Katie’s supple, willing flesh?

“Stand up, Katie,” he whispered as he stroked his damp, steely cock, unsuccessfully trying to tame the animal in him. He smiled when he noticed the mulish expression on her full lips. “You said you would do whatever I pleased; isn’t that right?”

Her stubborn expression faded. Her golden eyebrows arched with peaked interest. He recalled he’d restrained her wrists behind her back and helped her to rise with his hands on her shoulders.

After he’d rolled on the condom, she gave him a secret smile.

“Now turn around,” Rill ordered. She complied. He slid a finger beneath the waistband of the tiny, sequined thong she wore. He felt her go still beneath his touch. He moved aside the ends of the knot he’d made on the veil. Her ass looked like a plump, ripe piece of sex fruit. “I’m not so sure it’s wise for a slave-girl to wear quite such indecent little thongs around.”

“I thought my costume would please you, Master,” he heard her say as he drew the golden thong down to her thighs. He grasped a firm buttock and molded it into his palm.

“Your ass pleases me,” he stated bluntly.

Her long hair swished around her hips when she glanced over her shoulder. He smiled at her briefly before he forced himself to look stern. “It pleases me so much I’m going to have to spank it.”

“Oh,” she said, the whites of her eyes showing. “Okay.”

His smile broke out again. Katie was too adorable to censor it.

“Bend over,” he instructed, his eyes glued to hers. She bent at the waist, her movements striking him as always as supple and fluid.

He more caressed than spanked her. He enjoyed the sensation of her firm flesh beneath his hand, whether he was swatting it or shaping a buttock in his palm. Her ass looked so succulent in the fire-lit room he leaned forward and bit tenderly. She moaned softly at his action, and Rill knew for a fact at that moment he wouldn’t be able to play this game much longer.

Her position was awkward, bending over with her hands tied behind her back, so he released the knot of the veil and pushed her thong down around her ankles.

“You can put your hands on your knees to support yourself. Spread your thighs. Bend over a little farther. No, farther, baby. Arch your back and send your tailbone up in the air. Let me see your pussy.”

When she was positioned the way he wanted, he came down on his knees behind her. He parted her pink ass cheeks and gazed hungrily at her exposed treasures. Her cunt was glossy and flushed with arousal. The sight of the blood-swollen, tiny, erect bundle of flesh that slightly protruded from her labia and the puckered, closed bud of her asshole made his cock pop in the air. His need for her was sharp and nearly untenable, but the anticipation was sweet . . .
so
sweet.

He leaned down and lowered his nose to within an inch of her pussy. Her unique scent filled his nostrils. He heard her soft cry of anticipation. He used his thumb and forefinger to slightly widen the moist slit. And with no further ado, he lowered his head and slid his tongue in deeply to taste her. It was like plunging into a tube of warmed sex honey.

He tongued her until her cries became increasingly desperate. He grasped her buttocks in his hand and pushed them back farther. His tongue slid between her labia and found her clit. He pressed with his lips and applied a firm suction while he stroked the nerve-packed flesh. She cried out in pleasure and jerked in his hands. Her hips dipped as she came, making it hard for him to continue his stimulations.

“Awww, baby,” he murmured regretfully when he heard the edge of anguish in her cry as he withdrew. He considered forcing her back into the position so that he could nurse her through her orgasm, but his cock plagued him with acute arousal. Eating Katie’s pussy did something to him on a chemical level.

It turned him into a madman.

He sat back on the couch and grasped her hips, pulling her toward him.

“Get down on my cock,” he instructed. He hadn’t meant to sound so terse, but he could tell by her small whimpers and tense muscles she was uncomfortable from her interrupted climax. He held up his cock while Katie placed her hands on his knees, bracing herself. He found her slit and arrowed his penis into her.

He groaned in pleasure at the sensation of being enfolded by her tight heat. She whined and pumped her hips, wild to seat him in her. Her frantic need and actions were so arousing that Rill popped her bottom with his palm. He pulled her down on him until her bottom smacked against his pelvis and lower belly.

“It’s okay, Katie. Hold still,” he ordered. She sat in his lap, his cock skewering her, and wiggled and moaned. A drop of sweat rolled between his ribs and down his belly, he restrained himself so greatly. He reached around her and massaged her clit briskly. “Go on, baby. Come for me.”

He felt her shudder. Her scream sounded like it’d been waiting in her throat and leapt out at his touch. He cursed under his breath when he felt a rush of heat around his cock and the tiny convulsions of her vaginal walls squeezing him. He bit his lower lip as he continued to stimulate her, this time until her spasms waned.

She sat in his lap, her back to him, her head forward, panting heavily. He removed his finger from her clit and ran his hand beneath her hair, stroking her back.

“Okay?” he asked hoarsely.

She caught her breath and nodded, moving her curls over his knuckles.

“Good, because I want you to fuck me now.”

He saw her head come up at his words.

“Go on, Katie. It’s not going to take much,” he assured her in a choked voice.

She firmed her hands on his knees and straightened her thighs, rising over him. He growled between a clamped jaw. He gripped her hips and jerked her back along the shaft of his cock. As soon as her ass smacked back into his lap, she was straightening again, and he was yanking her right back where he wanted her. The friction was optimal. Delicious. He went a little berserk in those taut moments as Katie’s bottom bounced in his lap and her pussy rode his cock until he was seeing double.

He’d been amazed by her strength many times before, and he had good reason to think it again as she fucked him for all she was worth. The clear, tinkling sound of the bells on her ankle rang in his ears, seeming to add to the franticness of their mating. In some distant part of his brain he guessed what a workout it was for her, the way she was flexing and straightening like she was doing squats at the gym at some unholy rate. He should have let her slow down, but he was too greedy.

“My thighs are burning so bad,” she moaned at some point during the frenzy.

“I’m at the vinegar strokes, Katie,” he roared. “Don’t you
dare
stop now.”

Her ass smacked in his lap two more times. He held her down and wrapped his arms around her ribs. He pressed his face into her back and shut his eyes as he detonated inside her. Pleasure ripped through his consciousness. He lost track of time for a moment as his body shuddered helplessly and wave after wave of orgasm flooded his senses. He held on to Katie like she was a life preserver and he was being tossed and tumbled in a sea of bliss.

He blinked his eyes open dazedly to the sensation of Katie whimpering softly and trying to move in his lap, but he held her against him fast.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. He burrowed his fingers between creamy labia and played her clit with the ridge of his finger. He helped her shift on his cock, giving her the pressure she required. When she started to come, he moved aside her hair and pressed his face against the skin of her back.

He experienced her shudders of pleasure as though they were his own.

When she quieted, he carefully lifted her off his cock and turned her. The compactness of her body struck him anew, the delicacy of her rib cage, the sublime loveliness of her face. He murmured to her quietly. She put her arms around his neck when he stood. He carried her back to his bedroom and laid her on the bed. She called his name when he turned to go and dispose of the condom.

“I’m sleeping here with you tonight, Rill.”

He paused and glanced back at her. She watched him from beneath heavy eyelids. She still wore the gold sequined bra from her belly-dance costume. Her abdomen moved up and down as she tried to catch her breath. The dim light from the hallway showed him that her pubic hair glistened with moisture. Even though he was completely sated . . . utterly satisfied . . . he knew it wouldn’t be long before he wanted her again. He couldn’t seem to stop this incessant hunger.

“Yeah, you are,” he replied gruffly. “Just don’t plan on sleeping for a while. Okay?”

A small smile flickered across her lips. “Okay, Rill,” she whispered.

Despite what she’d said and the gleam in her green eyes, she was fast asleep by the time he returned to the room. He shut out the hall light and rolled her against him while he pried the sheet and comforter from beneath her body. He crawled over her inert form and lay on his side, pulling her back against his chest. She murmured unintelligibly when he tucked the covers around her and then poked his hand between them. He tossed the golden bra onto the floor a few seconds later. His palm found a bare breast and cradled it.

He lay there, feeling Katie’s even breath beneath his hand, feeling her heartbeat slow. He strangely felt both content and energized at once. The tantalizing vision of Katie’s dance played behind his closed eyelids. The screenplay he’d been working on seemed to call out to him from his computer across the room. He shaped Katie’s breast to his palm softly, planning to get up any second to work for a while.

It surprised him that instead of getting up, he fell into a deep sleep for hours with Katie held fast in his arms.

Twenty

He scowled the next morning when he opened his eyes to a
sunlit room and realized he was alone in the bed. It jarred him. He’d become too quickly accustomed to the feeling of Katie snuggled in the curve of his body like a pea in a pod, not to mention how addicting it was to begin to make love to her countless times during the night. They’d gotten up after it’d turned dark and made a quick meal of rice and Asian-style vegetables, then taken their dinners back to bed.

Rill hadn’t been able to keep his hands off Katie. It surprised him that he’d gotten any of the food into his stomach, he’d been so busy exploring every patch of skin on her body with his fingertips and searching mouth.

“Katie?” he called as he grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on. No one answered his call. He found one of her signature pink notes in the kitchen and smiled.

Morning, Sleepyhead. I’m off to take Errol to his rehab appointment. There’s orange juice and homemade bread and honey from the co-op for toast. I should be back at around noon.

P.S. One of my bells from my anklet popped off! Let me know if you find it. Katie

He shook his head. Who knew where that bell was after the workout they’d given it last night? He’d taken such a liking to the clear, sweet sound of them as they made love repeatedly that he hadn’t let Katie take off the anklet. He’d become conditioned, just like Pavlov’s famous dog, during those carnal hours. He’d probably get a boner every time he heard a bell ringing in the future.

He snorted at the thought and went about the business of getting himself coffee and breakfast, grinning like an idiot the whole time. Katie’s absence disappointed him, but it was probably for the best. If she were here, he’d have trouble focusing on his writing, and he found that was precisely what he wanted to do: write. Experiencing the old, familiar drive to get a new project down on paper felt terrific. There were times in the past year and a half he seriously doubted he’d ever feel the urge again.

Besides, with Katie absent, it was easier to avoid the question of just what it was he’d started with her.

“One day at a time,” he muttered to himself as he headed back toward his bedroom. Despite growing enthusiasm to write, he ended up spending fifteen minutes looking under the bed and stripping the sheets, looking for Katie’s bell. Once he’d found it, he took a shower and wandered out into the yard, where he tested the dryness of the varnished tree-swing seat. He reattached the seat to the ropes that hung from the old oak tree, went back into the house and began to write in earnest.

Four hours later, he blinked and glanced up from his computer screen when he heard a sound he couldn’t quite identify. He rose slowly from the makeshift desk he’d created for himself and looked out the window.