Kat
I’m in the house, and Jason is right outside, exactly where we need to be. Taking down this son of a bitch is going to be even more fun than fucking him. I can’t wait to drop this little girl act and get back to fucking Jason.
It’s been seven fucking years, after all, and we were thrown into this game the minute we set eyes on each other again.
Between dirty cops and playboys who think they’re gangsters, Jason and I have had a busy night.
The house is nice, and man, this one knows how to kiss. He probably has a kinky playroom all set up with all the expensive toys. Dilettante, I wish I could show him some real dominance.
I like making little boys with their expensive toys squirm with just some surgical tape and my voice.
But tonight, I’m the sub, damsel in distress, his captive. He has his hand over my mouth, so I open my eyes wide and feign terror mixed with attraction. The attraction is there; terror, not so much.
He takes his hand from my mouth and kisses me hard. I bend back away from the kiss, pretending to still need coercion. He’ll spill more secrets if he thinks he has control.
He was hard to find, this player in the shadows. He made our job hard. The dirt will be worth it, though. Trading in secrets is a lucrative business.
He bites my lower lip, and I let out a gasp. His hands are all over my body. I’m wet, already thinking about Jason breaking in downstairs while I keep the playboy busy.
I don’t want to come on too strong, so I put my hands on his ripped chest, almost pushing him away. He pulls me closer. Good, I have him just where I want him.
He kisses down my throat, shoving me against the short balcony wall. If I continue my “chase me” tactic, I’ll find out exactly how high this balcony is, and that will not be a good thing. I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Oh, we’re so high up,” I whisper. He lifts me up onto the balcony wall and shoves my legs apart. I’m getting a little nervous that I’m losing control of the situation, but I’m also really wet.
I may have underestimated this guy. He holds my waist with one hand while the other tears my shirt open, exposing my breasts to the cool night air. Then he slides a hand up my bare thigh and thrusts two fingers in my wet pussy.
“Such a long way to fall,” he whispers back.
I’m not faking the shiver up my spine, though if it’s from the heights or his thick talented fingers playing me like a fiddle, I’m not sure. I wrap my legs around him to keep a better grip, and I slip my hands from his neck, down to the zipper of his pants.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” he growls again.
“I want it,” I say in my best damsel voice. And I do, I really do want it. I can feel his raging cock under his tight jeans, and it’s a monster. I want to feel it fill me up, and I want to feel him come before Jason and I make away with all his secrets.
He growls, and I free his cock from those tight jeans. I feel the sticky precum on my lips before that monster is inside me. Just what I imagined.
I throw my head back in ecstasy and realize that is not a great idea three stories up. He pulls me closer to him, and I wrap my legs tighter. He lifts me up and spins us around, slamming me into the side of the building and fucking me hard up against the wall.
In the back of my mind, I’m timing Jason. He should be in the house, and I’m sure he’s found Will’s office by now. I’ll give him fifteen more minutes to download what he needs, then it will be time to head out.
Fifteen more minutes, plenty of time to enjoy my part of the job.
Will’s lips are at my throat, and I feel his rough leather jacket scraping my bare breasts. He slams his throbbing cock into me again and again. I grind my hips against him, feeling his pubic bone rub my clit.
His hands are soft and cold. They send delightful shivers through my body.
I let myself really enjoy this. I run my hands across his rippling chest and bite his collar bone. This makes him growl again, and he thrusts even harder into me. I’m starting to lose my focus, but that’s okay.
I let wave after wave of pleasure wash over me and allow myself to indulge for just a little while, finding the sheer edge of pleasure before I can take the plunge.
Time is almost up, my little playtoy. He does have enthusiasm. I might miss him.
I let go of the orgasm that’s been building. Sometimes I have to fake it, but not this time. I dive into the pleasure, and my pussy squeezing his cock is almost too much for my would-be Bluebeard.
My hips buck against the wall, knocking him back on his feet a bit.
“Please let me ride you,” I whisper. This is the part I needed to get to. He kneels and slides to the floor, still inside me. He’s so pretty in his rugged, I wanna be bad way.
I’m so tempted to keep him and make him a pet. Show him what true dominance is. But alas, that is not his fate.
I start slow, timid and shy. Back in character. I speed up and lean down to kiss him.
He grabs my breasts and pinches my stiff nipples. I might just get to come again. I do like this one.
I feel him building to a climax. His cock is throbbing in my cunt, and his breath is coming faster.
I lay one arm across his throat. He doesn’t even notice; he’s shifted one hand from my tit to my clit and is pinching and rubbing in time to my thrusting. I almost lose focus again as he drives me back to the peak.
Just as we’re both about to fall over the edge, I get a hold of myself and apply gentle pressure with my arm to his bare throat.
He explodes inside me just as I come again, my cunt grasping his spasming cock and pulling him deeper inside me. I feel his cum spilling out and down my leg, and his consciousness fades and he passes out from lack of oxygen.
I hear slow clapping behind me.
“I see you got what you needed,” says Jason, tossing me a black T-shirt dress. “So did I. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”