Kate will either be so outraged that she never speaks to us again, or maybe she’ll somehow be able to forgive my brother’s lie and have some interest in still seeing him, or maybe even me too?
It’s wishful fucking thinking. No one wants to be lied to, especially with what we’re doing here. We might not know each other, be romantic in any way, but there’s still a level of trust that comes with kink.
“What do you think?” Tamara’s voice cuts into my thoughts.
I’d barely been paying attention. Tamara and I have played some at Avalon, but we aren’t truly compatible. Tamara is a brat, and while I love being the one in control, I’m also not a fan of being disobeyed. Impact play and bondage are both things I enjoy doing to my partner, and I like them compliant and begging. Tamara likes to escape handcuffs and act out for more spankings.
I’ll entertain it on occasion, but it isn’t my preference. No, my preference is a woman doing what I tell her to because it pleases me. She wants me to spank her because she knows how hard it makes me and how much I like to see how wet she is when her ass is nice and pink. I want to tie her up and do what I want, and she knows she’ll get what she needs because she’s been good.
“Sorry?” I ask Tamara.
“Did you want to play tonight?” she asks, and I glance over at the entrance, and that’s when I see her.
Still as beautiful as I remember, though she has a sad expression written on her face.
“Sorry, not tonight. If you’ll excuse me,” I say, knowing she’ll pout about it, but there are other members who are far more suited to her needs.
Kate looks like she’s trying to get the hell out of Avalon when she sees me and I wonder if she realizes the lie, or if it’s something else.
Fuck, Ben isn’t here and won’t be here for god knows how long. I’ll stall, or I’ll just tell her myself. Even if the idea pisses me off, I’m not the one who lied and yet I have to take the fall.
“Kate?” I ask, lightly touching her shoulder, making her turn to face me.
Her blue eyes look nearly crystalline as they fill with tears.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, placing my hand on her other shoulder, rubbing the exposed skin.
“It’s been a shit night,” she says, rubbing under her left eye. “I’m not even sure why I came here.”
“You don’t?” I ask her, hoping she will say more. It’s evident she doesn’t know about me and Ben. There must be something else going on in her life.
She shrugs, letting out a heavy sigh. “I guess I was hoping you’d be here and it could be more like the first time we were together. I just…I want…”
Fuck, she looks so soft and small right now, but I need her to verbalize what she wants even if I shouldn’t give it to her. I should tell her everything right now, but she’s already having a terrible night. What if I could make it better?
“What is it you want?”
She shrugs again, and I push her hair behind her ear, leaning down to whisper. “Be good and tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” I say, hoping that what she wants is also what I want, even though I have no right, even though I know that if I take her into the back of Avalon, I’m just as bad as my brother, probably even worse.
Yet, this yanking feeling in my chest wants to wipe that look off her face, to be the reason she isn’t sad. If she’s going to be crying, it should be for a good reason, like she’s begging to come, or choking on my cock.
“I want to not think for a while. I want you to be in charge,” she says, looking up at me so sexy and so hopeful.
I stamp my place in hell as I grab her hand and drag her to a private room. I wonder what special place is dedicated for twins who lie about their identities to innocent women.
Kate doesn’t question anything and she almost seems in a daze as I deal with the hostess and bring us into a private suite.
As soon as the door shuts, she looks at me with eager, shiny eyes.
“Dress off. On your knees,” I tell her, pointing to where I want her on the floor.
Her breath hitches, but she nods, complying immediately as she unzips the side of her dress and places it on the table before getting down on her knees, her palms rubbing the top of her thighs.
Her panties and bra don’t match again and it has my dick twitching in my pants. Something about her not planning to have sex and still being sweet and obedient at a drop of a hat does it for me.
I walk toward her, my dress shoes clicking against the floor as I pet the top of her head. She looks up at me and I know she’s in the palm of my hand.
Whatever I ask of her, she’ll do it, happily. She doesn’t want to think about life, or about anything. She wants to be my sweet little Kate.
