Michaela stroked Kate’s hair protectively. “You need to go to class. But don’t worry. I’ll go with you and be your bodyguard.”
Tears sprang to Kate’s eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
They hugged, best friends for life. It was gratifying to know that Michaela was really someone who stuck with her through thick and thin. Even though the world was sometimes harsh and unforgiving, it had its blessed moments too.
Together, they went to the bathroom to prepare themselves for the backlash.
7
When Carlo Estes reported for work at the restaurant the next night, the manager called him into the office. The manager handed him an envelope.
“What’s this?” Carlo said.
“Severance pay.”
“What?”
“We can no longer employ you at our establishment.”
Carlo froze. “Why not?”
The manager shook his head. “It’s complicated. There’s three months’ pay in here. More than generous. Should be more than enough to set you up so you can find a job elsewhere.”
Carlo’s jaw clenched. “This is about Rust O’Brien, right? He did this!”
The manager splayed his hands. “No comment . . . but you’ve had several complaints from members. And we can’t afford to keep you around anymore.”
“You know, there are laws against this!”
“Who are you going to sue? We are a private club catering to a very private clientele. Clientele who would pay very much to remain under the radar, and that might include silencing those who would jeopardize their discretion.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Just a friendly warning, Carlo. Just go your way.”
Carlo hesitated, and then he snatched the envelope from the manager’s hand and stalked off.
So he had just lost his side job.
This wasn’t the end of it.
Not by a long shot.
8
Kate was in Rust’s bedroom, but they weren’t on the bed. Rust was standing by the ceiling to floor window and it was night. The cityscape glittered like stars in a diadem.
Kate was on her knees and Rust’s back was pressed to the cool glass. She was giving him a blowjob. She was getting very good at it too. But there was an added complication. Her hands were tied with rope behind her back, and her large breasts were also bound – at the base – with three loops of rope each.
She angled her throat so that she could take as much of his huge cock into her mouth as possible. She mimicked fucking movements, and he reveled in them. He moaned, taking huge fistfuls of her hair in his hands. He didn’t need to guide her head anymore. She knew what he liked – and how hard or fast he liked it – and she knew how to give him exactly what he wanted.
He rammed his cock into her mouth. She squeezed her cheeks. He was funneling his rod into her mouth. Harder. Faster. She strained at her wrists – a natural tendency – but her bonds held tight. In this bondage position, she was not in control . . . and yet in control.
He withdrew his glistening cock. The tip was weeping with his almond-tasting creams. He stroked the sides of her mouth and her cheeks with his cock, and then he inserted it into her mouth again.
“Take me deep,” he commanded.
She swallowed him as much as she could, but her gag reflex was threatening to push him out. She settled for as much of him as she could, and they found a comfortable angle in which he could escalate his back-forth movements again. In, out, in, out – he went. Until he was dribbling cum all over her tongue, and she could taste every part of him – his wetness and his spilling seed. And her own pussy was molten down there, dripping with her own need to be filled.
When he finally shot his wad into her mouth, it was a surprise, because there was so much of it. It crept into her throat and she had to swallow it whole. But there was too much of it, and so some of it dribbled out through the side of her mouth.
The entire act should be demeaning – the fact that she was his slave – but she found it incredibly hot.
He gasped as he withdrew his now softening cock from her mouth. She knew it would take a while for him to be hard again, before he could penetrate her where she needed him to – in her pussy.
“Kate. Darling Kate.”
He laughed softly as he wiped the semen off her face and neck with loving gestures, massaging the fluid into her skin like a balm. Then he scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her to his bed, still in her bound position. He laid her on it.
“Comfortable?” he asked her.
“Yes.” She was lying on her back and her arms were still pinioned behind her, compressed by her weight. She was helpless to whatever he wanted to do to her, but that was completely fine in her book.