"I want to give you four strikes on each side," she declared softly.
"Only four?" I feel pressure between my legs and stare into those wonderful green eyes.
"Only four. It's your first scene, Kitty. Let's not overdo it." I run my tongue over the corner of her mouth and bite my own lip. I'm not going to be the only one left wanting. "I also want you to only come when I let you. Is that okay?" I nod in agreement. "Did you expect more?"
"Maybe. My imagination doesn't quite know how to handle all of this yet," I confessed, offering the most honest answer I could give. "But we can certainly try. You’re going to keep me in suspense about the day, aren’t you?"
"Yes..." she whispered, her voice a low vibration against my skin.
Her hands wrapped firmly around my waist, pulling my body flush against hers. I rested my palms flat against her shoulder blades, feeling her heat radiating through the thin fabric of her shirt. I reached up and calmly unbuttoned three buttons, letting the shirt fall open just enough for me to trail my lips over the delicate line of her collarbone.
Kelsey let out a sharp, hitching breath as my mouth made contact with her skin. "You have no idea how much I’ve missed this," she groaned, her grip on my waist tightening as if she were afraid I might vanish back to D.C. at any moment.
"I think I have some idea," I teased against her neck, feeling my own pulse quicken in response. The cold air from the windowcontrasted with the searing heat radiating between us, making every touch feel amplified, every sensation more acute.
"You're shaking," she whispered, her voice vibrating against my ear.
"It's not just the cold," I admitted softly, leaning further into her embrace.
Kelsey let out a low sigh and bit my neck, her teeth grazing my skin before she began leaving a trail of dark hickies. Her hands eventually slid down the sleeves of my robe, her eyes meeting mine in a silent request for permission.
Instead of answering, I pushed her back toward the chair. Her gaze burned against my skin, or perhaps it was just the heat of my own desire to finally have someone take my body for themselves.
I undid the first tie of my robe while staring her down. I knew she was watching my every move with predatory intensity. I waited for a flicker of shame to stop me, but it never came. I wanted her, and I wanted her now.
The second tie gave way. As the robe fell open, I walked toward the table she had indicated, letting the silk sleeves slip from my shoulders until the garment pooled on the floor behind me. I looked over my shoulder, catching her transfixed expression.
"Remember our agreement on the plane?" I asked, my voice laced with a challenge.
She nodded, adjusting her posture in the chair. I rested my elbows on the table and spread my legs, offering her the naughtiest smile I could muster. I didn't even count to ten before I saw her shadow moving toward me.
"Yes... but I’m the boss here," she growled. Her tongue trailed the entire length of my spine before one of her hands reached down to spread my wet slit. I let out a small, sharp cry, a sound that, in my own head, felt utterly ridiculous.
"But you promised..." I whispered. I pushed her back toward the bed, where she sat and faced me once more. I hiked one leg up onto the chair, touching the silk of my panties without breaking eye contact. "Let me play a little first."
Her eyes traveled down my body; she looked completely hypnotized by the movement of my hands. I pulled the waistband of my lace aside and slid a finger over my clitoris. A muffled moan escaped me as I saw her stand up. I brought two fingers to my lips, seeking her eyes through the haze of my own pleasure.
"Are you going to punish me for this?" I teased, running my wet fingers over my lips before sliding them back down into my lace.
"I’m going to cut those panties in half for your audacity," Kelsey declared, her voice thick with intent.
"But..." I remove the fingers that were massaging my clitoris and bring them to my mouth. "I miss you... I don't know if it deserves punishment."
She stood and walked toward me, her expression dead serious, her pupils dilated with raw hunger.
"Enough. I can't stand being away from you for another second. Let’s start your first scene—I’m done waiting," Kelsey commanded. She caught my hand in mid-air, bringing my fingers to her mouth to suck on them slowly. "You're right... your pussy definitely misses me."
I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her in for a desperate kiss. My legs wrapped around her waist, seeking any point of contact I could find to bridge the gap between us.
Without a word, she spun me around, pressing my front flush against the table. I felt her fist coil into my hair; a firm tug forced my spine to straighten and my head to tilt back. Her other hand remained resting heavily over my panties.
Suddenly, I felt a hard, stinging slap against my rear. Instead of pain, a searing heat bloomed across my skin, sending a jolt of pure excitement through me. The hand holding my hair relaxed slightly as she squeezed my sides, her fingers then moving down to grasp my buttocks and pull them apart. My panties were shoved aside, and I felt her tongue slide from my tailbone down to my anus, undulating and teasing its way across my perineum.
"Kels..." I breathed, arching my back to push my curves further against her.
"Three strikes..." I managed to gasp, my moan breathy and ragged. I knew I was dripping; I could feel the heat and tension radiating from me. Another sharp slap landed, making my entire body tremble. "Two..." Another followed on the previously spared cheek, and before I could even catch my breath, the final one caught me completely off guard.
Her hands slid down the small of my back to the nape of my neck, then back to my buttocks, caressing the stinging skin in slow, circular motions. I let out a louder moan as she squeezed the aching flesh.
