Killing Kate(33)
“You’re amazing,” Justin says, chortling softly and shaking his head. “Jenna, I want to hear more about Kate when I take you out. I’ll take you to where you need to go tonight, but I hope I’ve made some influence upon what you decide to do with your evening.”
He definitely has.
Chapter 9
“Well I guess you’re not ‘Kate’ tonight,” Drake tells me as I walk through his door. He uses air quotes when he says “Kate” and eyes me from head to toe.
“No, just Jenna,” I tell him. “Is that a disappointment?” I put my purse down on a table by the door that looks like a good place to put it and walk inside to his living room.
Drake follows me in and leans against the wall and I sit down in one of his expensive looking chairs facing the view of Navy Pier. He is dressed in a striped button down collared shirt and jeans, barefoot and disheveled hair. His shirt is untucked. He looks really sexy, and I hope I can hold my ground. “Of course not, I’ll take you as you are. But you have to admit last night was a lot of fun. I’ve never role played before.”
Fun for you, I think. I wasn’t there. “What was your, um, favorite part?”
“My favorite part?” Drake looks amused. “Well I could tell you about it, or I could show you.”
“I’m not sure I’m up for that right now,” I say, shamefully remembering that under my scummy clothes, I’m certainly dressed for it. But the kiss and the ride with Justin that has only happened within the past hour has changed everything. My head is starting to spin.
“Oh, you don’t actually know what I’m specifically proposing,” he says in a playful tone. He walks over to me and takes my hands and pulls me up. “Why don’t you follow me? I have something I’d like to show you.”
“Drake, I’m not going into your bedroom.” Good girl, I think, stand your ground.
“Hush, Jenna, and follow me. We’re not going to the bedroom.” I dumbly follow him down the hall and he is true to his word. Instead of the bedroom, he leads me into what looks like a media room, complete with a control center panel, which he sits down in front of. “Pull up a chair,” he says, indicating a desk chair across the room that is identical to the one he sits on. It’s on rollers and I push it over and sit compliantly. I am curious as to what this is all about.
“Are you a DJ or something?” I ask. He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he pushes a few buttons and the screen in front of him comes to life. Oh dear god, I think. “What the hell is this?”
It’s me on the screen. Or rather, not me, but Kate. She is on her hands and knees and her hand is between her legs, exploring, and by the look on her face she is enjoying herself. It’s surreal to watch. She has my face, my hair and my body, but on the other hand, everything about her is not me. The expression on her face is confident and aloof. Her back is curved in such a seductive way that makes her look like a professional porn star. She is good at what she does, the ultimate seductress. She is in complete control. I feel myself getting turned on, even though it’s only me. “Come here, Drake,” I hear her say. Her voice is so different from mine, I think. No wonder Drake was so enchanted last night. It’s like I’m the best actress ever.
Drake steps onto the screen. He is completely naked and fully erect, and Kate comes to him and puts him in her mouth and I see her take him all the way in. Drake’s face is a look of ecstasy. His hands move to the back of her head and pull her in. She takes him in her mouth and pulls him out, and then takes him back in again. She doesn’t even gag, that bitch, I think ironically. He comes within a minute and she swallows everything, moves back and smiles. His semen drips down her chin and she wipes it away with the back of her hand, and then licks it off. She looks elated, as though it’s her favorite form of nourishment. I sit forward in my chair and I am strangely aroused and disgusted at the same time. Is this me? “Sit on my lap,” says the real Drake who I remember is sitting next to me. I look down and see my hands are on my thighs, rubbing back and forth subconsciously. I look up again. The on screen Drake is busy now, kneeling behind Kate and…oh my god, I would never do that, I think. But apparently I do, as Kate. I am aware of places on me that are sore that are now explained from watching this. You wanted to know, I think, and now you know.
On the side of the screen I am on, Drake pulls me over to him. I feel how hard he is through his jeans. I am facing him and instinctively push my crotch against his. His lips move against my neck as he uses his hands to push my hair aside. “Drake, stop,” I murmur without any conviction in my voice whatsoever. One of his hands moves to push my shirt up and covers my breast. I’m afraid I’m at the point of no return and won’t be able to stop him…or myself. I think about Justin and feel Drake touching me. It’s making my brain explode.