Chapter Thirty-Three
Leaving the room, Gage soon returns with a replenished glass of chilled vodka. Barefoot and shirtless, he takes long strides across the wood floor of the living room, rejoining Katrina who is still bound at the wrists and ankles on the couch. Sitting beside her, he holds out the glass, “Here, before we go any further, I want you to drink this.”
Looking up at him, she decides to say nothing and to do exactly what he wants. At this point, what difference does it make? Maybe it will even help take the edge off of all this sexual tension. Leaning forward, she parts her lips as he holds the glass up to them and tilts it forward. The cool liquid is smooth as it passes over her tongue and flows down her throat to her stomach, warming her insides on the way down. Removing the glass, Gage asks, “Want more?” Kat shakes her head no. Turning the glass, Gage places his lips over the same place Katrina’s just were and finishes off the remaining liquid.
“I’m really not sure where to start,” he says. “I guess with the beginning and the part you already know, my reoccurring dream. The other night when we were together, do you remember the dream that woke you, the one with the muffled sounds, the color green, pain, the bright light, the face of an angel, your face on the angel?”
Feeling chilled she answers, “Yes. I remember. It was a nightmare I wish I could forget.”
“Well as I explained that night, I’ve been having that same nightmare for several years. But what I didn’t tell you is that the face of the angel has always been your face, not just since I’ve met you, but since I first had the dream.”
“What? How can that be?”
“That’s what I wanted to know the first time I saw you. As you may have figured out by now, the first time I saw you was not when Tony introduced us at the track. It was several months earlier. I’d been out of town for work and was returning home. I reached my final destination and disembarked in Tampa. As I stepped off the plane, I noticed a long line of passengers waiting to board the next flight to New York. You were in that line of passengers, Katrina. You took my breath away. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming or hallucinating. I couldn’t understand how you could be real and standing in front of me. I was so shocked I stopped dead in my tracks and just stood there gawking at you. You were reading a book in line, and I guess you felt me staring at you, because you looked up at me and our eyes met. I think I just stood there, staring, still in shock. You must have felt uncomfortable, because you averted your eyes back down to your book and shortly after that, they started boarding your flight and you were gone. Later I found out that you had just performed in a ballet in Sarasota.”
Stunned, her eyes grew wide with realization. “Oh my god, I remember that. The company had just finished a run at the Sarasota Ballet. I do recall someone stopping in front of me and looking up to see a handsome man, but he made me feel disconcerted, so I looked away and boarded the plane. That was you?”
“Yes, that was me. So you see, I had to find out who you were, where you lived, if you knew me, if you could explain my dream, but you were gone and I couldn’t ask you any of those questions. The only thing I knew about you was that you were on flight 949 out of Tampa. I used that as my starting point. Since I possess some specialized skills, I hacked the airline’s flight manifest and passenger list for that flight. I started by eliminating anyone who did not originate the flight in Tampa, then all males, and all women over the age of thirty. Once I had the list narrowed down, I started searching any systems that would carry photo IDs. Military, DMV, well you get the idea. Eventually, I found an ID with your picture on it. I had your name and from there I compiled all the other information to find out where you lived and as many details as possible about your life from the earliest time I could track down.”
“That’s just stalker-ish and creepy, Gage.”
“I know, but please try to look at it from my perspective. You’ve been haunting my dreams, well if I’m honest, my nightmares for years. When I saw you in the airport and figured out you weren’t just a figment of my imagination but a living, breathing person, I had to find out everything I could about you so I could deduce if we’d ever met or crossed paths before that day in the airport. I had to know if in some way we knew each other, even as kids in kindergarten. I mean, I was desperate to find out why you were the angel in my nightmare. What the connection between us was. I couldn’t find anything on paper that would put the two of us together in any way, so I hopped a plane, followed you around for a few days, and snapped your picture, which you saw in the file. I thought if I could get a closer look at you maybe I would find out I was wrong, that it was my imagination and you really didn’t look identical to the angel in my dream. But that didn’t turn out to be the case. Besides, you are beautiful, Katrina so it wasn’t a hardship being close to you, having your pictures around.”
Embarrassed at the unexpected compliment, she looks down at her bound hands and laced her fingers together.
“I was in New York the night you left. That’s why I have a picture of you on your way out of town. I had no idea you were taking off. After a day or so I figured out you were going to be gone for a while.” He looked up, staring her in the eyes, “I searched your apartment.” She’s got to be freaked out already, I’m not admitting that I searched her apartment on more than one occasion. Need to know, soldier, and she does not need to know that.
“I still had no answers. I was angry and confused. I had to find you again, so I flew back home and combed through your background again, looking for something I missed. You disappeared so completely. You’re very good for someone with no training, Katrina. I monitored what I could, you driver’s license number, credit cards, bank accounts, and cell phone, to see if anything would turn up to give me a clue as to where you were. I could find nothing, so I basically just gave up. I mean, what more could I do? So imagine my surprise when you showed up here, in the same town where I live, at the track with Moretti, and then later the same night, you walk into my club.”
“So you’re saying you stalked me in order to find out how I fit into your dream?”
“Basically, yes.”
“All of this because of that nightmare? Because you wanted something from me?”
“Yes. That’s how it started out. The nightmare, and needing answers.”
Indignant, she spits out, “Started out, Gage? And what about now? You still want answers from me, don’t you? Isn’t that why you’re still sniffing around me?”
“Now just calm down and listen for a minute, Kat. Yes, it started out that way. Yes, I still want answers, but you know as well as I do that the attraction between us is real. I believe you when you tell me you’ve never had that dream before. I saw firsthand how you reacted to it, and we obviously have no prior history that either one of us knows of, so don’t go getting your panties in a bunch.” With a devious smile on his face he quips, “I’m not just pumping you for information.”
Kat’s eyes flash with anger. “So you think this is a joke? And what now? You wasted all this time, effort, and money on finding out everything about me and since it didn’t play out the way you intended, you decided that I would be the payoff? Instead of your efforts being a total waste of time you might as well get something out of it? So why not just fuck me, right?”
Gage was shocked at where her line of thinking had led her. “What? No. Come on, Kat. You’re a famous ballerina. You can’t be that insecure, can you? I don’t know what it is, but I feel something for you. There’s a real attraction between us. I can’t control myself when I’m around you, sexually or in any other way, and I know you feel the same.”
“Don’t you tell me what I feel. You think you know me because you compiled a file of papers and pictures on me? Well, you don’t! I don’t know what I’m feeling, besides pissed off and used.”
“I told you not to lie to me again, Kat.”
Lifting her chin in a defiant manner she yells, “I’m not your property. I don’t have to listen to you and I will lie to you all I want. And what now…you call me a liar because I’m not telling you what you want to hear? Well, fuck you. You used me! I don’t feel anything for you. You got what you wanted. You were a good fuck, Gage, but I can live without it, now cut these zip ties off me and let me go home. We’re done here!”
Incensed at being told he was nothing more than a good fuck to her, his overbearing attitude increased. “No, Kat. We’re not done until I say we’re done! You are a liar. You’re lying to me right now. I’m more than just a good fuck to you, otherwise you wouldn’t be pissed at me one minute and then melt in my hands begging me to fuck you, begging me to make you cum, the next. So get over yourself. We both share this sick need to be together, to do unspeakable things to one another. You are mine. You are my property, to do with what I will. If I touched you, kissed you right now, you would turn instantly wet, begging me to slam my hard cock into you, allowing me to defile your body, do anything I want to you, and you know it, baby.”
“Fuck you! You just stay the hell away from me.”
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you alright.” Reaching over Gage slides his hand between her legs, rubbing the seam of her pants against the tender flesh beneath. Pushing her down, he climbs on top of her, towering over her, and crushes his mouth to hers. She bites him, drawing blood, tasting the metallic tinge on her tongue. “My little Kit Kat wants to play rough, does she?” Not allowing her to answer he kisses her again, reaches inside her shirt, and pulls on her nipple. She cries out as he puts his mouth over her breast, sucking it into his mouth hard and scraping his teeth across the tip. “Want more, Kat?”
“No.”
“Are you lying to me again? Let me check.” Sliding down her body, he yanks down her pants and presses two fingers inside her. Her back arches off the couch. “What am I going to do with you? You lied to me…again. You are so wet and ready for me, Katrina. You never disappoint. You really should stop lying to me or I’m never going to let you cum. I can do this all night, all day, all week if I have to. I can bring you to the edge every time and then just leave you hanging, horny and frustrated and unable to finish. What is that saying…so close and yet so far? Is that what you want me to do again, baby?”
Still defiant, she turns her head to the side so she doesn’t have to look at him, but inside, her body is screaming for him to slide his cock deep inside her. To ride her until she’s depleted of energy, depleted of sensation, until she cries out in rapture from being overcome by one orgasm after another.
Leaning over her, Gage runs his tongue around her ear and down the side of her face. She turns back quickly to say something rude and he takes her mouth before she can lie to him again.
“You still want me don’t you, baby? You want me to fuck you and make you cum? I will pleasure you and give you the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, if you just tell me the truth.” Worn down, she softly whimpers like a child. “Come on baby, just say it. Say you’re mine and you want me to fuck you, to make you cum.” Removing his fingers, he puts his head between her legs, licking her clit, swirling his tongue in a circular motion, then sucking hard and finally, fucking her with his tongue.
“Alright, okay, you don’t fight fair. I want you to fuck me and make me cum. Even after all this.”
“And what else, Katrina? Who do you belong to?”
“Please Gage…I belong to no one, I belong to myself.”
“Wrong answer! You belong to me. You told me I was just a good fuck to you, Kat. Do you still stand by that statement? Is that all I am to you?”
“No.”
“You feel something for me, don’t you?”
“Okay, yes!”
“And…”
“I belong to you…I don’t care if you want to use me like I’m your property. Please just fuck me and make me cum.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Removing a knife from the sheath strapped to his ankle, Gage cuts the zip ties binding her legs together. Removing her pants, he grabs the crotch of the black satin panties and tears them off her, dropping them on the floor.
“I hope you weren’t fond of those.” Through the excitement, she is speechless. Standing, he removes another condom from his front pocket and strips off the rest of his clothes. “Sit up and put it on me,” he orders placing it into her hands. Opening the packet, Kat removes the prophylactic, allowing the wrapper to fall to the ground and placing the condom over the swollen head of his fully erect penis. Using her nimble fingers, she slowly rolls it down the shaft.
Lifting her off the couch he whispers, “Wrap your legs around me and place your hands around my neck.” Kat eagerly complies, wrapping her long legs around Gage’s hips while sliding her still-bound hands over his head, bringing them to rest on his neck.
Before Kat can get her bearings, Gage heedlessly brings his mouth down on hers, roughly chewing on her bottom lip and sucking on her tongue. Purring with desire, she melts into the kiss. Aching to touch her, Gage reaches under her, opening her with his fingers. Pressing himself against her wet opening, he enters her, pushing into her slowly, inch by tedious inch. Filling her completely, he stops and pulls out just as slowly, only to repeat the process once again. Through her desperation, her need begins to grow and she moves against him, trying to increase the rhythm.
“No,” holding her hips in place, Gage stops all movement.
“Please,” Kat whispers through gritted teeth, “Faster.”
“No. Slow. I want your climax to build slowly. I want to watch your expression change, your body responding as it does.”
Rolling her eyes she scorns, “No, you just like torturing me.”
Grinning his response, “Yes baby, I do.”
Enjoying the torturously slow pace he set, Gage watches her face as Katrina’s breathing quickens and a low hum vibrates through her body. The dull ache inside her builds and grows in strength. Her body ignites and she begs, “Please Gage, please. Harder. Faster. Now, please!”
Slamming himself into her over and over, he makes her answer his questions. “Is this what you want, baby? Let me hear you say it.”
“Yes. This is what I want. Please do it again, don’t stop.” Continuing the rhythm, he brings her to the brink of orgasm, holding her hips down so he is deep inside her, thrusting and probing with slow controlled movements. As Katrina is rocketing towards orgasm, Gage stops, pulls out, and puts her down on the ground. Standing in front of him, confused, her eyes begin to clear and she starts to weep from the frustration of another time being so close to orgasm and not being allowed to finish.
Lifting his thumbs, he dries her tears. “No baby, please don’t cry.” Taking her hand in his, he leads her around the back of the couch. “I’m going to let you finish. You want to cum, don’t you? Bend over the couch and spread your legs wide for me. I promised you the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had and that’s what I’m going to do for you, right now.”
Doing as she was instructed, Katrina bends over the back of the couch and spreads her legs wide for him. Anticipation building once again, she is pleasantly surprised when Gage gets down on his knees and uses his lips and tongue on her. She moans in ecstasy as he licks her lips, circles her clit, slides his tongue along the tender pink flesh below, and enters her with his tongue. His tongue wanders upward, and she jumps as he moves to her ass, lavishing it with the same attention he just paid to her pussy. Dying to fuck her, he stands up, runs his tongue in and around her ear and whispers, “Do you like that, baby?”
Shocked at the deep throaty sound of her own voice, she answers, “Mmm, yes.” Slamming his cock into her, he responds, “Good girl. Now I’m going to fuck you, hard.” Thrusting into her over and over again, his enjoyment intensifies. “My god, you feel wonderful, Katrina.”
In response, she places her hands flat on the top of the couch, arches her back, presses her ass in the air and pushes hard against him, matching his pace and reveling in the exquisite sensations flooding her body, lifting her higher and higher.
“So do you. Please don’t stop.”
“Oh no baby, not this time. I’m not stopping until we’re both too drained to stand.” Reaching his hand in front of her, he leans down and whispers in her ear, “Now suck on my finger.”
He places his middle finger against her parted lips, and she greedily sucks it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as if it was his cock. “That’s it, get it good and wet for me now.” She moans, sucking his finger into her throat as Gage still slams into her. “That’s a good girl,” he says, removing his finger.
Moving his hands to her ass, he spreads her cheeks open and places his wet finger at her tight pucker while still moving his cock in and out of her. Her body tenses and her eyes fly open. “It’s alright baby, relax. I’m not going to hurt you. I promised you a mind blowing orgasm.” Leaning in and kissing the right side of her face, he whispers, “Trust me.”
In a weak voice she answers, “Yes.”
“That’s my girl. Now relax and kiss me.” Turning her head, she does as he commands. Their tongues meet and fire ignites between. He devours her mouth with his while still thrusting his cock harder and harder into her and slowly pushes his middle finger inside of her, moving it in a circular motion, stretching her as he goes. Katrina moans as he slides his finger in and out of her ass, filling her with it while he thrusts and pumps himself deep into her, hitting her inner core. “You like that don’t you, baby?”
“Oh god, yes. It feels amazing. I need to cum but I don’t want to yet.”
“Don’t hold back sweetheart. I want to feel you.” Katrina picks up the pace, moving against his finger and his cock. The feeling is intense, like nothing she’s ever felt before. He takes her to new heights and not able to control it, her inner muscles begin to spasm and contract around him, squeezing his cock.
As her orgasm intensifies, Gage begins to ever so slowly remove his finger from her ass and she implodes, shattering into a million pieces. Her orgasm rolls on and on and she loses herself in sensory overload, screaming out his name over and over in ecstasy, sending him over the edge. With a final thrust, he holds his cock deep inside her and empties himself into her.
Collapsing on top of her, Gage reaches out, removing his knife from the couch cushion and sliding it between her wrists. With one clean slice, he cuts through the zip-tie that still binds her. Using his thumbs, he massages her wrists and kisses her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in her ear. Pulling out of her, he helps her up, turns her around, and lifts her into his arms. Heading for the stairs, he carries her to a second floor bedroom and places her down on a large, California king-sized bed with a fluffy white down comforter covering it. As he lies down beside her, he wraps her in his arms and they both drift off to sleep.