Page 23 of Kidnapped By the Boss

Chapter Eight: Katya

I dragged Vincent to the edge of the pool so I could pin myself between him and the wall. My husband was sexy on a good day, but right now with his naked body dripping with pool water, glowing in the moonlight, and his hair slicked back—it was almost sinful. His large, muscular arms braced on either side of me as my back hit the edge of the pool and I slid my hands up his chest to wrap around his neck. I guided his head down to mine and led with my tongue to pull him into a deep kiss. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Knowing that I still got Vincent’s heart racing a year and a kid later made my body shiver with excitement.

Suddenly, Vincent pulled back from me and gave me a sly smile before ducking beneath the surface of the water. I stared down at him, confused, but then he pressed his head between my legs. Even though the water in the pool was heated, his tongue felt infinitely hotter as it started to poke at my sensitive center. It was mostly teasing, just enough of a lick here and enough of a suck there to make my body shiver.

After his hands wrapped around my thighs, he pushed up, lifting me above the water, and placed me on the edge of the pool. He spread my legs and dove back between them, this time, going full force to lick me. His hands wandered up my torso to squeeze down on my breasts while he used his mouth to pleasure me below. First, he poked his tongue into my hole and swirled it around before dragging it up between my folds to my clit. Like he was enjoying a nice piece of candy, his tongue swirled around my nub before sliding back down to my hole again.

I arched my back, let my head fall back and slid my hands into Vincent’s hair. He was working so vigorously that the sound of his lewd slurps mixed into the gentle swish of the water from the pool as it popped over the pool’s edge in response to Vincent’s movements. My whole body was shivering as Vincent worked my pussy with his mouth while pinching my nipples between his fingers.

It felt so good I could have stayed there all day.

Vincent switched to nibbling the inside of my thighs as he withdrew one of his hands from my breasts to slide a couple of fingers inside of me. He was giving me gentle bites, but when he arched his fingers up into me, he sank his teeth firmly into my skin and it sent a jolt of pain and pleasure searing through me.

“Fuck!” I hummed, my hands squeezing down on Vincent’s hair. “Vince.”

“I know,” he said to me. “I know you like it rough.”

As if to punctuate the point, he chomped into me again, timing it perfectly with the crook of his fingers to hit one of my sweet spots inside. I could feel my walls squeezing down on his hand as euphoria filled me from my toes to my head. He picked up the pace with his hand, pushing in and pulling out of me at a rapid pace. My breathing hastened and my moans got louder as he coaxed me closer and closer to an orgasm.

“I’m gonna come, Vince,” I warned, now twisting my hips to try and get even more out of him. “It feels so good.”

But then he stopped. He placed a kiss on the inside of my thigh before biting it again, and then in his darkest, most arousing tone he said, “Ah, ah, ah. You know the rules.”

All at once, my body lit ablaze. Those were the magical words that I’d come to anticipate andlovehearing out of Vincent’s mouth. When we just had sex, I enjoyed myself, but we bonded sexually over Vincent’s particular kink, dom and sub play. He’d never found a sub who could satisfy him like me, and giving myself completely over to Vincent and letting him walk me through a maze of painful pleasure while taking control over me was something I never got sick of. I might have assumed he’d have some kink play schedules for our minimoon, but with everything going on, I pushed it from my mind.

It was now slamming back into me at top speed.

The introduction of the rules meant that I was now a sub, and anything that I did now had to be done with expressed permission, including reaching an orgasm, but that was perfectly okay with me. The feeling of finally releasing after having Vincent repeatedly tether me to the edge and then pull me back again was exquisite.

My body shivered just thinking about it.

“Yes sir,” I told him. “Your fingers feel so good, I almost forgot myself.”

“All can be forgiven,” he replied, “but you’ll have to earn it.”

I nodded at him. “I’ll do whatever I have to, sir.”

“Good.” He moved to the side of me and propped his hands on the side of the pool and hoisted himself up. I watched with hunger as his body dripped with water and his hard cock stabbed excitedly in my direction. I expected him to serve it to me, but instead he reached out for my hand. “Come with me.”

I took it and he pulled me to my feet, then kept going and tossed me right over his shoulder. Being manhandled by Vincent was my favorite thing in the world, and my temperature was rising by the moment. He carried me into the bedroom, where I was excited to see that a few things had been added. What was just a beautiful room before had now been sprinkled with rose petals everywhere and candles were illuminating the area while the room’s main lights were turned off.

Vincent dropped me onto the bed and then stroked his cock as he looked down at me. “I’m going to make you my personal pet tonight.”

Chills covered me from top to bottom and I nodded. “Yes sir.”

He turned around and opened one of the cabinets in the pool house’s small kitchenette. Inside was a black duffel bag that Vincent pulled out and set on the counter. He reached inside and then pulled out a white collar with a leash attached. I bit my bottom lip as I realized the specific purpose behind Vincent’s words.

He wasliterallygoing to make me his pet.

Walking back over, he kneeled between my legs and leaned down over me. His eyes were wide and dark and it sent a chill down my spine. He pulled me into a deep kiss that ended with him yanking my bottom lip between his teeth. As he pulled back, he laced the collar around my neck and clasped it behind. It was fur lined to keep from hurting my neck, and from a ring affixed to the side ran a thin, leather leash.

“Good girl,” he said, petting the side of my face. “Now come.”

He stepped back from the bed, pulling on the leash, and dragged me down to my knees in front of him. Now I was being offered the meal I’d been anticipating, as Vincent gave the leash a light tug to guide me towards his awaiting dick. I lifted my hands to wrap around it and lifted it so I could lick the vein on the underside. He let out a dark sigh in response and I repeated the action, starting this time from his balls to suck before leading all the way up to the tip again. While I worked to fully slather the outside, I looked up at Vincent, loving the sight of him with a leash wrapped around his fist and knowing it was attached to me.

Slowly, he started to wrap the leash more and more around his hand, reducing the amount of give I had. I knew what it meant—it was his subtle way of telling me to stop licking and start sucking. I closed over the head and started to swallow down his impressive length, taking as much of him as I could in one long drag. My throat tightened as he went deeper. I discovered a long time ago that I had something akin to an erogenous zone in my mouth, but deep enough that none of my past partners had ever hit it.

Vincent, however, could get there with ease.