Cat Haus - The Complete Story (11 page)

What can I say? I'd developed a fetish for leather. I liked the feel of it between my thighs. I'd like the feel of his cock there even better. He slid his hand down my stomach and beneath the leather covering my mound. I reciprocated and traced the outline of his cock through his pants.

"Still doubt I want you?" he asked, his voice deeper.

"No." My breath caught in my throat as he plunged his fingers into me. I knew he'd feel how wet I was. "Still think you're taking liberties with me?" I asked.

John stroked his fingers in and out of me and groaned. "No. God, you're so wet."

He pulled his fingers out of me and rubbed the tip of one, slick with my own juices, over my clit. Always the gentleman, John was, making sure I came first just like he'd done that first time in his hotel. My eyelids drifted shut. Feeling unsteady on my feet, I needed both hands to hold on to him.

Another groan grumbled from low in John's throat. "I should have come to check on things here much earlier."

"You should have. Bad owner. I might need to spank you." My breath caught on a gasp as he intensified the pressure of his fingers on me. My hips tipped toward him like they had a mind of their own.

"You can play dominatrix all you want with the customers, but with me you're just Cate and I know exactly how to touch you."

"Yes." There was no arguing with his logic as my muscles tightened and my knees went weak.

I clung to him with both hands wrapped around his biceps. John leaned lower and latched on to my earlobe with his teeth. The warmth of his breath washed over my skin. A tremor ran through me. My body coiled for a release. I hadn't come in what felt like forever, and it was catching up with me now. The orgasm building inside me was going to hit fast and hard. I could feel it. I only hoped Henry wasn't in the hallway, because there was no way I was going to be quiet.

I started to tremble and the cries coming out of me got louder and faster. The fact this was Henry's home became a far distant thought. I didn’t care if having sex in here was inappropriate or not. This with John was only the beginning. I had every intention of him fucking me at least once in this room. I didn't give a shit who it belonged to now.

My hips bucked against John's hand as the orgasm gripped me. He supported me with one hand on my back while I fisted the fabric of his shirt and rode out the climax to the end.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you come." His language made me smile.

I loved watching the change in John. He'd walked in here a staid, impeccably dressed businessman intent on checking his new property. Now he was wild-eyed and cussing and his clothes were wrinkled possibly beyond repair.

"Then you'd better fuck me and make me come again."

"Gladly." He unbuckled his belt while looking around the room. His gaze landed on the sofa but I had another idea.

"John, I need you to bend me over and take me. Hard." I needed him to fuck this darkness out of me. To drive out this malaise that had settled in me and wouldn't let in the light. I hadn't let a man take me from behind since that night. It was time to erase that memory. Replace it with a better one—with the feel of John.

"Are you sure?" His eyes met mine. No doubt he was remembering that night as well.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"All right." His glance swept over the furniture in the room. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to a leather club chair with a low back. I pushed my catsuit lower so it exposed my ass while the top half dangled between my legs.

Bracing my hands on the back of the chair, I leaned low and inhaled. The scent of the leather was oddly comforting. I spread my legs as far as the fabric would allow and with my heart pounding, I waited for him to take me.

The sound of John's zipper lowering was followed by the feel of him close behind me. He slid my underwear to one side and held them there. Easy enough to do since my panties consisted of not much more than a few leather strings connected to a tiny triangle to cover the bare skin of my mound. The head of his cock nudged me but he didn't press inside.

He paused right at my entrance. "I don't have a condom."

"It's okay. I'm clean." Legal prostitutes in Nevada were probably the cleanest on earth because of the law requiring condoms while working and the mandatory STD tests.

"I know you are. You've been tested four times in the past four weeks," he said, his hands on me, his cock pressed at the apex of my thighs.

I stiffened. He'd investigated me? "How do you know that?"

John leaned over my back and pressed the side of his cheek to mine. "I wasn't checking up on you, Cate. I had to approve payment for the doctor and the lab fees for all the girls. I only asked because I wanted to make sure you were okay with me not wearing one now."

Of course he paid the bills. He was the owner now. I was beginning to realize that things had gotten way more complicated after he'd won the Cat Haus. "Yeah, go ahead. It's okay."

"You sure?"

This discussion had taken me out of the moment, and he must have felt the change. All I wanted him to do was fuck all thoughts out of my head, and here he was trying to have an in-depth discussion with me.

"I'm fine. Please, just fuck me . . . and don't be gentle."

He hesitated, and I began to doubt he had it in him to do what I asked. Finally he pushed inside, hissing in a breath as he did. I was tight and he wasn't a small man. I rocked back against him. If he wouldn't fuck me the way I needed him to, I'd take control and fuck him. His hands stayed on my hips, one thumb hooked into the leather to hold my thong to the side. He held firm, but let me set the pace.

I moved back and forth, using him like a sex toy or a fucking machine, and he let me. But unlike a machine, John wasn't unaffected by my body engulfing his. His breath quickened, and soon he was thrusting forward to meet my strokes.

"I'm not going to last." John's breathless warning came just seconds before he pressed deep and groaned. His grip on my hips tightened. I held still and felt his cock pulsing.

Still panting and semi-hard inside me, he slid one hand around and began working my clit. "Come for me, Cate. Let me feel you."

That was an idea I could totally get behind. I'd been so deprived lately I was primed and ready. My clit, swollen and sensitive, responded to his touch. The sensations shooting through me doubled as he made small thrusts into me. I felt as his cock started to lengthen. It was enough to tip me over the edge. I came, my body convulsing around his. He cursed, plunging into me in time with the spasms gripping him inside my pussy.

I was still throbbing when he pulled out, spun me to face him and lifted me. He perched my ass on the back of the chair and thrust back inside me. His eyes were narrow and unfocused. He glanced down between us to where we were joined.

"Unbutton my shirt. I can't see."

I wasn't sure I was any more capable of making my hands work on such a delicate task than he, though since he was supporting me and keeping me from tumbling off the chair I made an effort and somehow managed to open his shirt. I spread the sides wide and appreciated the lean muscles of his chest and stomach. I could run my mouth and hands over every inch of this man and be very happy doing it.

He groaned as he watched his cock slide inside me. "Fuck, Cate. I can't get enough of you."

"You know where to find me. I'm not going anywhere."

His nostrils flared. "You might regret making that offer."

"No, I won't."

John's mouth opened as he breathed harder and he finally gave me what I wanted—a man so caught up in fucking me he lost all sense of anything else. He grabbed my hair, pulling it loose from the bun. With one hand he yanked my head back until my throat was exposed and his for the taking. Bending down, he ran the flat of his tongue over my neck, then latched onto the skin there and sucked. The sensations shot straight to my pussy. I moaned and he worked my throat harder. I'd likely have a hell of a bruise and I didn't care. As long as he kept plowing inside me everything felt right.

He finally pulled back and I got a look at his face. A frown creased his forehead. He squeezed his eyes tight as he plunged into me faster.

The orgasm bowed his spine as he thrust deep and held there, groaning loudly. I felt every pulse of his release inside me.

The man lost all control while he came, but his control returned just as quickly as it had fled. The moment the throbbing was done, he opened his eyes, concern evident. He let out a quick breath. "You okay?"

I laughed at that question. Two orgasms and two rounds of amazing sex qualified as more than okay but I said, "Yes."

His focus moved to my throat and he ran his thumb over where he'd bitten me. John shook his head, and the frown that marred his brow wasn't from an orgasm this time. "I lose myself with you."

"I know. I like it." I couldn't help my smile.

He let out a short laugh. "Do you? I guess that's good since I can't seem to help it." He glanced down at the chair beneath me. "Stay here. I'll get you a towel."

There was a small kitchen area off the sitting room. John disappeared inside and after a moment and the sound of running water, he returned with a wet dishtowel. I'd expected him to hand it to me. He didn't. Instead, he swiped the warm towel between my thighs, and then pressed and held it against my pussy, cleaning me.

I suppose his main concern was that we not make a mess on Henry's new leather chair. Whatever the reason, it was the first time a man had done that for me after sex. It felt odd, but it was nice, like he cared. Although that John could care for me was the last fucking thing I needed to be thinking. I was a whore. He was my boss. And I was about to go back to work down the hall and fuck other men.

Yeah, not exactly a Cinderella story, but then again who really got their fairy tale ending in this world? No one I knew.

CHAPTER 9

I left John and went back to my room. After digging through my drawers, I selected another outfit. I was in the mood for something different. Something lighter.

The change wasn't lost on me as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I felt lighter, and it wasn't because I wasn't wearing pounds of leather or latex. The view of myself in my blue floral bustier with matching thongs and mile-high pumps the color of the night sky made me smile, but not as wide as when I spotted the hickey on my neck. I grabbed some makeup and swiped a bit over the mark as the memory of John coming the second time assaulted me. I left my hair down. It was long enough it would help cover the mark as well, not that I really cared if someone noticed I had a hickey. I loved he'd lost himself enough to give me one.

I could still see John's expression in my mind's eye. Could hear the near-feral sound his release ripped from him. Just as I remembered vividly how he'd sobered as he returned to his senses. How after he'd wiped me clean he'd said, "We need to get ourselves together and open the door before Henry figures out exactly what's going on in here."

John was a man. I was a not-unattractive female and a professional sex worker. This was a whorehouse. I was pretty sure Henry could figure out what was going on behind the locked door, even if he hadn't heard us. But it didn't matter because John, like Elvis, had left the building. My lover was gone and his other persona, my boss Mr. Hamilton, was back.

After that, John was all business. "Henry has the number for my direct line. If you need anything, if you have something you need to tell me, you have him call me. All right?"

I'd nodded while I zipped myself back into my catsuit and watched him buckle his belt.

The one crack in the façade was when we'd moved to the door. He'd wrapped his hand around my arm and leaned in, brushing a light kiss across my lips. "I'll see you soon."

Would he? I had to wonder. But I'd obviously been dismissed with that surreal kiss that had seemed almost as if we'd come to the end of a first date and he felt it was too soon to really kiss me, but we were too close to just shake hands.

Feeling the full strangeness of it all, I'd left and come back here to my room, where I was now trying to get my head out of the clouds and back into the real world.

There was a group from a college fraternity scheduled to come in this evening. Showing impressive organizational skills for a bunch of horny college guys, they'd called to make sure we could accommodate them.

Two-dozen young men all in the sexual prime of their lives. Yeah, I'd better get my head in the game. With that number of customers descending upon the Cat Haus en masse, every girl here would have to double up and take either two at a time, or finish off one then go right back for another.

Ah, the problems we faced in this business. I guess it could be worse.

With one more glance at the mirror to make sure I looked all right, I headed out to the hallway. My hands felt empty. I'd been carrying the flogger around for so long, I'd gotten used to holding it. I forced myself to ignore the feeling and kept walking all the way to the parlor.

Sahara was sitting by the door when I walked in. I plopped down next to her. She smiled. "You look pretty."

"Thank you." I suppose my head-to-toe black Domme outfits of late could be called many things, but pretty wasn't one of them. "We still getting that bus group?"