Tamed by the Dom(13)
Kat rocked her hips and pressed her bare ass back against him. A moan tore from her lips as he slid deep inside her wet pussy. He gripped her waist. She took deep breaths, trying to concentrate on writing the contract. “Anything else, baby?”
“I don’t want to be locked up in small spaces, I don’t want any needle or knife play, and I don’t want my feet tickled, either.” Her words all came out in a breathless rush as he began thrusting his huge cock inside her.
“Okay. Write them down in the box, and then choose a safeword. If that’s everything, sign on the dotted line at the bottom. Remember, the contract is for a minimum of six months.”
An exhilaration she’d never felt before filled her mind as she signed the document with a final flourish of the pen. There, it was done. She closed her eyes wondering if she would later regret her decision.
When she placed the pen on the desk, he pressed a finger to her clit. No, she could never regret anything with Colt. He’d made such a difference to her life already. She loved him. He worked his cock inside her over and over, building the pressure. “I’m going to enjoy mastering you,” he whispered in her ear as he thrust again. “I’m gonna do things to you that will have you begging for sexual release.”
“I don’t beg. I never have.”
“I know, baby, but you will. You belong to me now.”
She stretched further across the desk, bracing her hands along its edge and stared at the contract she’d made with Colt. There it was in black and white. Colt owned her body and soul. The thought sent ripples of pure pleasure pulsating deep inside her pussy.
“Oh, Colt…that’s…” Her whole body arched taut like a bowstring, and whimpers of sexual gratification fell from her lips. As she succumbed to the most powerful orgasm ever, she heard Colt’s deep voice groan as he too climaxed inside her.
When they finally caught their breath he withdrew from her, and then adjusted her clothing, pulling her dress down over her hips. He kissed her cheek. “Thank you, baby.”
Kat handed him the pen. “You’ve got to sign it, too.”
He took the pen from her grasp and immediately signed the document. When he was finished, he placed the contract in the safe and then turned back to her. He stroked a hand down her face and rubbed his thumb over her lips. His gaze burned into hers, leaving her breathless with its intensity.
“Expect to make good on your promise, one day, very soon, Kat.”
* * * *
Ten days later
Colt finished his paperwork and began clearing his desk. He felt in a really good mood. Takings were increasing month on month. Last weekend had been his best yet. Club Fusion was getting a reputation for all the right reasons. Word of mouth from satisfied customers was bringing more and more business through the doors.
It was too late to deposit the takings at the bank, so he put them in the safe. Just as he was about to secure it, he noticed the contract he’d made with Kat. Colt picked up the document and glanced at it. He hadn’t yet enforced the agreement. Somehow, he still felt she wasn’t ready. If he pushed too far, too fast, she might actually withdraw from him or even leave. He’d much rather wait and choose the right moment to begin her training in earnest. That way their Ds relationship would get off to the perfect start.
Once the safe was locked, his attention was drawn to the sound of a large black sedan arriving outside. No sooner had the car drawn up than Kat ran outside to meet it. He watched her get in the back and close the door. Colt scratched his head. This was the third time he’d seen it here. He folded his arms across his chest and waited. Two minutes later, Kat emerged from the car and began walking back toward the club. It certainly looked odd. He realized how little he knew about her. Always guarded, she’d told him the bare minimum about her life before coming to work here.
Intrigued by what he’d seen, he walked out into the reception area as she came through the front door. “Who was that?” he asked.
Kat shrugged. “Nobody important.” She made to walk away, but he held onto her arm.
“I asked who it was,” he said again, this time barely keeping the impatience from his voice.
Her eyes widened momentarily, he guessed she was surprised by his tone. “Oh, they’re just some people I know. It’s all to do with Momma leaving her estate to the cats’ charity.”
“I see.” He squeezed her arm a little tighter. “You can confide in me if you feel the need to discuss things. I know you’ve had a hard time coming to terms with your mother’s death and the fact that she left you without a cent to your name.”
“I’m sorry, Colt. I’ll try to be more open in future.”
He was just about to speak when the sound of a second car drawing up outside filtered through the half open door. He looked out the window. “Fuck, that is all I need.” Sheriff Bunty’s cruiser turned slowly in the drive and parked outside. With a smile he didn’t feel, Colt went to greet him.
“What can I do for you this time, Abe?”
“It’s the company you’re keeping, Colt. I just ran a plate check on your visitors, and wowee, those Oklahoma plates sure turned up a hornet’s nest.”
Colt frowned. “What visitors, Abe?”
“Oh, I see, playing dumb, are we? I’m talking about the visitors that were here less than ten minutes ago. These guys sure ain’t no Boy Scouts.” Sheriff Bunty lifted his hat from his head before shielding his eyes from the sun. “Now, let me run this past you, Colt, and you tell me if any of it sounds familiar.” Colt noticed that Sheriff Bunty smiled smugly as he spoke. “How about this for starters? Wayne Thomas Rowley, aged thirty-five, spent most of his adult life behind bars. Mainly on account he’s partial to manslaughter and actual bodily harm. He has this annoying habit of throwing acid in the faces of young ladies he doesn’t much care for. And then there’s his friend.” He looked briefly at his notebook. “Dwight McCoy, aged forty-two.” He chuckled to himself. “Yeah, this guy’s a real sweetheart, too. He’s just recently come out of San Quentin after serving a fourteen-year stretch for armed robbery. This lowlife even has form as a juvenile going right back to when he was just twelve.”
Sheriff Bunty placed a hand on Colt’s shoulder. “You sure do keep bad company, son. Fraternizing with known criminals is probable cause to get a search warrant on this place. I’m gonna close you down once and for all.” Bunty looked triumphant, puffing out his chest like a prize peacock. Colt guessed he’d be crowing about his victory for weeks.
Fuck, all the hard work he’d put into this place, now it looked like it was all for nothing. What the hell was Kat playing at? What was she doing associating with pond life like those two? Most importantly why had she lied to him? Now it looked like she’d cost him his business. As he watched the potbellied lawman get back in his car, he clenched his hands into fists.
The Sheriff lowered the window of his cruiser. “I’ll have you closed down by the end of the month, Colt. Rely on it, son.”
If it were the last thing he did, he would get to the bottom of this. He turned and walked inside. Now, he would serve up some swift justice of his own.
* * * *
Colt certainly didn’t look very happy when he returned from his conversation with the Sheriff. He stormed through the front door and went straight into his office. After two minutes, he came back out.
“Katrina, would you come into my office, please.”
“Of course, Colt. What did Sheriff Bunty want?”
Kat followed him, stopping abruptly as she saw the contract on his desk. The one she’d signed some ten days before. Her nerves had been on tenterhooks ever since, wondering when he would implement the agreement. It looked like now might be it. She swallowed hard and looked straight at him. He still appeared angry. His eyes barely focused on her. He seemed to stare straight through her.
“I’m going to ask you just one more time, Katrina. Who are those men you were just talking to?”
“I’ve already told you the answer, Colt. They’re lawyers. They’ve come about Momma’s will.”
“Don’t lie.” He slammed his fist against the desk. “I’ve just had Bunty threaten me with closure because of those so-called lawyers of yours. You’re going to tell me who they really are. Understand.”
Kat’s stomach churned. Colt was really angry with her. “I didn’t lie. It is to do with Momma’s will—”
“Katrina.” He warned.
She clasped her hands together, feeling terrible. Suddenly, she couldn’t stop herself from speaking. The words left her mouth in a garbled rush. “They’re the people I borrowed the money from. Because I missed a payment, they don’t trust me. They won’t leave me alone. They keep coming to the club for their money. They frighten me, Colt. They really frighten me. I think they’re capable of anything.”
“Why didn’t you say something? I said I’d pay them off.”
“It’s such a large sum of money. I didn’t want to burden you with it.”
“I see. So how much do you still owe?”