Just thinking about it made me want to rip his throat out and throw his body from a bridge. I shouldn't have let Michael go. It was an obvious mistake. I shouldn't have given him a choice. But I'd trusted him with my life so many times and he never let me down. I needed to do that, for me. Not for him.
It was the most I could do to pay him back.
At least this way he would get a running chance.
But I didn't care about him, not right now, not at this moment. I had to address the defiant woman standing in front of me.
The one that was making my cock so hard I could barely breathe.
"I know it was dangerous, but he approached me. He asked me, and after all that he has been through, I believe him." She said it was such conviction.
"You barely know him," I protested. He'd been in her life for all of two days.
"But I saw the look in his eyes. He wants revenge. But not on you. Not on Greyson. What did Dad do to him?" she asked.
It was a good question. We probably would never know.
I still had the number in my pocket, and I would worry about that later. Right now I wanted her. I needed her. I came home with a desire for her, and I knew that it needed to be quenched before I could do anything else.
She was probably going to be the death of me, and I didn't care. The woman was my forbidden fruit. I would eat it no matter the consequences, and I didn't need any tempting.
"I don't want to lose you, Kat." I kissed her so deeply that she gasped in surprise. It wasn't the gentle kind of kiss. It took both our breath away as I grabbed her and pulled her into me. I was furious and horny, and the combination was deadly. "I am so fucking addicted to you."
I was going to fuck her until she lost her voice from screaming. I was going to ravage her until we were both sweaty and panting. There was no denying what was going to happen next. There was no turning back.
I pulled her shirt off between kisses and then worked on her bra next. She was topless so quickly, but it didn't change the fact that I wasn't satisfied until I felt her skin on my skin.
I needed to fuck her. Possess her. Do whatever I could to ensure she was mine. She was everything to me, and as much as I hated to admit it, it was becoming a real fact of life.
I'd go to the ends of the earth to make sure she was safe, but I would punish her for anything she did to put herself in harm's way.
Kathryn
Janson overwhelmed all of my senses, his hands working quickly to get us both out of our clothing. I was naked next to him in a matter of seconds.
Fuck.
He was so damn muscular that I swore he could break me in half if he wanted to. So strong, I didn't need to think about anything. We were in the middle of a fight one minute, then the next, we were kissing and holding onto one another like our lives depended on it. It was like he was the only one who could give me the air I needed to breathe.
Fighting then kissing. I enjoyed every bit of this up and down rollercoaster.
"You really should be punished. You've been so bad, Kat. Running away. Talking behind my back. Making decisions. Putting yourself in harm's way. I don't know if I can stand it." Janson's eyes flashed. He really was angry. Angry and lustful and all emotions rolled up into one.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, feeling sassy. "Spank me?"
"I think that's an excellent idea," he said. And then he grabbed me and pulled me down onto his knee as he sat on the barstool. "Maybe it will teach you a lesson."
What I thought was playful suddenly turned into fear. He really was going to spank me. Right on my bare ass.
"What are you doing?" I asked, a little frantic.
"Giving you what you asked for. You suggested the punishment. You deserve to have it. You've been a very bad girl."
I swallowed. I really had.
He raised his hand up, and it came down in a whoosh until it connected with my skin. Fuck. It stung. The pain was overwhelming except for a small part of me. A little part of me that felt a tingle. The kind that started in the pit of my belly and grew.
Fuck. It was making me wet!
Another whoosh through the air and a connection with my ass. Fuck. That one built on the first, the pleasure spreading throughout my body.
"You can't just make decisions like that, Kat. You need to make sure you are always safe." Another.
Then another.
After the last one, he rubbed my ass and then dipped his hand lower. Fuck, he grazed my soaking wet pussy.
I let out a little moan.
"Ah, see, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked as he rubbed my pussy lips. I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me.
But he was tormenting me.
"Janson," I said, but he shushed me. I started to say his name again, but he smacked my ass right where it was sore.
"You aren't doing a very good job of listening, Kat," he teased, his hand rubbing my ass again. This time, he dipped down and found my wet little slit and slid a finger inside of me.
Fuck, it was sweet relief, but the kind that was only momentary. I knew that he was going to make me want more with just a few strokes of his finger.
He was so damn strong that when he turned me over and pulled me up so that I was sitting on his lap, I wasn't even surprised. Even though his finger was still inside of me, filling me up.
"You are so wet, baby. Did you like the little spanking you got?" he asked. He looked positively delighted.
So I just nodded and bit my lip. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
This time, he forced my mouth open and assaulted me with his tongue, the taste of him letting me know he was aroused. I could taste it on him, smell it in his breath. Fuck. He was making me even wetter and I knew that my juices were all over his leg.
It was almost embarrassing. Except I wanted him so badly that I didn't care. Not even a little bit. I rocked back and forth on his hand and looked into his eyes. "Please," they said. I didn't even need to say it aloud.
"Here or in the bedroom?" he asked.
"Depends on what you have planned for us," I answered, a mischievous little smile spreading across my face.
"Oh, I can think of a few things." His eyes lit up, and he slid his fingers out of me and stood, wrapping my legs around his waist and walking. I could feel his cock hitting my ass, the hard expanse of it making me drip with anticipation.
Fuck.
He was taking me back to the bedroom and was going to fuck me the way I wanted. The way I'd been craving since last night. I just knew it.
So when he kissed me, I let him know just how much I wanted him. I pressed my breasts against him, nipples hard, and I ground myself against his belly as best I could.
Fuck, he was driving me absolutely crazy.
"Where are we going?" I asked. We'd passed the bedroom door and were continuing down the hall. I hadn't thought to check each and every room of his penthouse, but the slight prickle of fear lifted all the hairs on the back of my neck.
"You asked me what I had in mind. Well, now I have some things in mind," he said with a grin. "You swear there is no monster in me, but I'm pretty sure you're wrong."
He swung open the door at the far end of the hall after he unlocked it, and my eyes feasted on a room that I thought only existed in dirty books and movies.
It wasn't a dungeon, and it wasn't devoid of a bed, but it was clearly a sex room.
Even the bed was built on an elaborate pattern specifically for ropes and tying. I could tell by the ends of a rope that were still left on the bed, and by the canopy that was clearly sturdy enough to hang from.
He was a certified freak. And it only made me hornier.
I'd read about things like this, but I'd never seen it. I'd never actually experienced a bondage room. The kids in Chicago acted like sex and BDSM were nothing, like they'd experienced it all, but I was completely innocent to those things.
At least in experience, but not in knowledge. The internet was a powerful friend.
He set me down and I stared at the landscape of the room, my mouth open.
"You said you wanted to know what I had."
I nodded. I did. I turned to him and bit my lip. "I've never-"
"I know," he said as he wrapped his arms around me. "So why don't we start slow?" he asked.
"Slow?"
"You, me, a blindfold, maybe some ropes. You've already been spanked, baby. We don't have to take it all on at once."
"I think I can handle that," I admitted. I was at least going to try.
"This is all about trust. So if you don't want anything, just tell me. I promise to stop. But only if you are sure."
"No safe-word?" I asked.
"We can have one, if you like."
"Unicorn," I said. It was the first word that popped into my head and it almost made me laugh as I said it. Perfect mood ruiner.