Kaci

 

I closed up the shop a few hours after talking to Agent Brumfield on the phone. Wally, who was in back cataloging some new arrivals, agreed it was time to shut the place down, since there weren't likely to be any more customers.

 

Wally was a good man, not cranky or mean, or anything, and he never looked at me the way my Jamess or the deli delivery guys did. He just treated me like any normal young lady off the street who happened to work for him.

 

“You doing okay, Andrea?” he asked, his voice warbling a little in that old man kind of way.

 

“Yeah,” I said, giving him a strange look. “Of course.”

 

“You just look a little,” he said, pausing to think of the word. “Distracted?”

 

I'd been thinking about Micah non-stop since Agent Brumfield's call earlier in the day. The way his arms had felt around me, how his soft, full lips crushed mine into submission when he kissed me, how he'd smelled, how he'd felt inside me.

 

I shrugged. “Nah,” I said, trying to play it off as best I could. “I'm fine Mr. Wally. You have a good night, okay?”

 

I headed out for the night. I went out the front door, locking it behind me, and headed around to the entrance that led up to the small fully-furnished efficiency that I rented from Wally. I tramped up the damp smelling stairs, unlocked the deadbolts on my apartment, and popped inside.

 

After eating a frozen meal for one and watching some bad reality TV, I decided to call it a night. It wasn't even nine-thirty yet.

 

I did all my hygienic maintenance for the night, then stripped down to just my panties and pulled on the tee shirt Micah had been wearing that day in the park. It still had grass stains on it, but I could tell his smell was fading despite the fact that I'd refused to wash it.

 

I crawled under the covers, surrounded by the faint smell of my missing man. He filled my nose, and my mind, as I drifted off to sleep.

 

In my sleep, I dreamed of him.

 

Micah's hands felt like velvety soft vices where they gripped my naked body. I struggled against his grip, knowing he liked it when I tried to struggle, but I couldn't break free of him. He pulled me close, his lips tracing down my flesh like firebrands. I was like a rag doll in his grip, a tiny thing that he could do with as he pleased.

 

We lay on his bed together, where we'd spent so many nights, and I moaned and writhed under his touch, needing to feel his hands on more of my body. I pressed myself closer to him, begging for more.

 

“You like this, Kaci?” he asked as he gathered up my wrists in one hand and pinned them to the bed over my head. With his other hand, he explored my body, his fingers circling my nipples, tracing over my belly button. “Do you like belonging to me?”

 

I nodded, moaning louder. I pushed myself into his wandering hand, inviting him to touch more of me, to enjoy more of me.

 

“Say it, then,” he nearly growled. “Tell me you like it.”

 

“I love it,” I said, going one better, knowing he would appreciate it. “I love feeling your touch.”

 

“Good girl,” he said, gifting me with his lips on one sensitive nipple.

 

I moaned again as pleasure slowly spread out from where he touched, as it slowly spread from my sex.

 

He leaned down, kissed me again. “Such a good girl,” he growled again, his voice raw with passion as his hand dipped down between my thigh and roughly parted my legs.

 

I moaned a little more loudly as his hands found my sex, as they began to tease me. He stroked up my inner thighs, his nails just barely grazing over my skin.

 

I needed him, I knew. Needed him like plants needed water, or we needed air. I moved my hips invitingly, trying to entice his hand to move higher, to give me what I craved.

 

Micah slid his hand higher, the tips of two fingers just barely stroking up and parting my lips. “Is this what you want, Kaci?”

 

I nodded. “Yes, sir,” I said. “I want it, please.” I spread my legs wider for him, anticipating what he would want next.

 

He slowly, so slowly, traced his fingers around the hood of my clit. I bit my lip, not wanting to call out too loudly, even as the pleasure began to well up inside me. I moved my wrists a little, just because I felt like testing him, then gasped as he squeezed his hand tighter together.

 

“Try it again,” he admonished, sliding two fingers into me and finding my g-spot, “and I'll have to punish you.”

 

I nodded as well as I could with my head thrown back and moaning under this incessant pleasure, secretly relishing the idea of a punishment by Micah. The feel of his strong hands on my backside, spanking me till I cried out for more. Just the thought of being bent over his lap, with his hard cock pressing into my stomach as he smacked my bare ass was too delicious to pass up.

 

He squeezed his hand tighter around my wrist, securing them, as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.

 

My whole body quaked with the new stimulation, and I arched up off the bed. I felt like I was dissolving into a puddle of liquid, erotic heat, even though I knew my whole body had seized and begun to shake. I came almost violently, crying out as he mercilessly played with my pussy, making me a puppet for that strong hand of his.

 

I knew what I wanted, now, as the orgasm rippled through my body like a set of tiny flares inside me. I looked down at him as I came down from the high of my orgasm. We locked passion-hooded eyes.

 

What fun is having someone in control if you can't test the limits of that control? I struggled against the hands gripping my wrists.

 

“What did I tell you?” he asked, sighing like I was a wayward strumpet.

 

I cringed back a little, giving him what he wanted to see. “Not to struggle, sir.”

 

“Come here, then,” he said as he rearranged himself so his back was against the wide, heavy headboard and dragged me across his lap. It wouldn't have mattered if I'd tried to struggle, he was just too strong. Besides, I was craving it. “This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

 

# # #

Micah

 

I spanked her, not so much for punishment, but to show her I could. She pushed back, meeting each open-handed slap with a sharp, moaning cry. After each set of five, I carefully soothed away the pain, rubbing her smooth, reddened ass.

 

Slap.

 

“Oh! Micah!”

 

Slap. “Count.” Another slap.

 

“One!”

 

Another.

 

“Two!”

 

My hand came down, smacked her perfect ass again as she wiggled under the swat.

 

“Three!”

 

This continued for a while, till she reached ten. My slick cock was hard as an iron bar, digging almost painfully into her stomach. I readjusted myself as she pleaded for me to play with her.

 

“Please,” she whined, her voice higher than normal, “just touch me again. Please.”

 

I stroked her puffy lips from behind, slid two fingers into her.

 

Kaci moaned, spread her thighs for me as I reached down and grabbed one of her small, pert breasts, rolled her nipple in my fingers, and pinched. She cried out again, her whole body arching backwards, nearly coming up off my lap as I fingered her. She pushed back into my hand, grinding herself on my fingers.

 

“Oh God,” Kaci cried out, her whole body purring like a finely tuned machine, “use me, sir. I'm yours, I belong to you. I promise you.”

 

I was tired of this slapping and playing, though. I wanted in her pussy again. I lifted her off my lap and helped her straddle me. “Now,” I said. “I want my cock inside you, now.”

 

Facing me, her small, firm tits pressing into my chest, I gripped her tightly by the hips. Together we lowered her pussy onto my cock, my head splitting her lips wide. “Oh, Micah,” she groaned, her voice several octaves lower than normal as her eyes went wide. “God, you feel amazing.”

 

It was like sliding into pure, liquid heat. I threw my head back against the headboard, groaning as she took all of me inside her. I moved my hips as I raised and lowered her tiny frame, fucking her like it was the last thing we'd do.

 

Our lips found each other in the dim light, hers soft and begging for my touch, mine crushing and hard. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, groaning as she sucked on it greedily.

 

I felt her tighten and contract around my cock, milking me as I fucked her. Her whole body convulsed and shook as she cried out into my mouth.

 

I moved her faster up and down my pole, dragging her up and down the whole length like she was a feather. I moved my hips, rubbing her clit with the base of my cock.

 

She broke away from my mouth, gasping for air. “Micah,” she cried out again, her whole body shaking.

 

I kissed her neck, pushed her back, sucked first one tit into my mouth, then the other. The whole time, a litany of words came from my mouth. “Do you like that, Kaci? Do you like having my cock buried inside you? Am I making you cum all over my cock?”

 

“Yes, Micah,” she said, “God, yes. Please, don't stop.”

 

She shook again and cried out as her nails dug into my shoulders deep enough to almost draw blood.

 

The sharp pain from her cuts and gouges must have sent me over the edge. I picked up my pace, feeling my orgasm swelling inside my heavy balls. It felt like it had been ages since we'd fucked, since she'd drained me.

 

I sped up, dragging her up and down my cock, bouncing her on my lap in a blur.

 

She buried her mouth on my neck, sucking and biting me, her moans and groans loud enough for the neighbors in the next state to hear. “Yes! Fuck me, Micah!”

 

Finally, my whole body stiffened. It might as well have been a volcano spewing pleasure and warmth that erupted inside of me. My hands tightened down on her hips, holding her in place as I fucked her hard and fast. I tensed and cried out in the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced, my whole body seeming to empty into her, filling her, mixing with her.

 

She began to shake as I came inside her, her beautiful sex clamping down on me as I thrust into her, stroking me from the inside. She cried out, her head thrown back, her neck bared to me.

 

I kissed her neck as I slowly came to a stop. I realized then, that I wasn't going soft. In fact, I was just getting warmed up.

 

She pressed her breasts into my chests, took my face in both hands, and kissed me again.

 

“Ready for round two, big boy?” she whispered.

 

I grinned. “We can go all night,” I whispered back before kissing her and flipping her on her back.

 

I awoke with a start, my mind still filled with the smell of Kaci, the feel of her warm body pressed against mine despite the chill of the cooling sweat that covered my chest. Goddamn that had been intense! I hadn't had a dream that felt that real since I was just starting puberty. And, even back then, it hadn't felt so real.

 

“Jesus,” I said, realizing I had a hard-on from Hell. It was almost painful. I lay there in bed, shaking my head against my pillow. I glanced over at my alarm clock and checked the time. Four o'clock in the morning. I grumbled and lay back.

 

“Well,” I began to say to myself, but didn't finish my thought. I just closed my eyes, instead, and brought up the memory of the dream, of Kaci crying out as I spanked her ass, as she ground against me. I reached beneath the covers, found my manhood, and started to do the only thing I could.

 

I didn't know how much longer I could do this.

 

Living without Kaci was Hell. If I was never going to see her again, I might as well just hop a bus down to New Orleans and get this slow torture over with. What was the point, otherwise?