CHAPTER 11

Z ach

My sweet, vulnerable wild kitty did have a dark side. I’d sensed it in the diner even though she’d done everything in her power to hide the sinful thoughts running through her mind. I was no mind reader, but her body language had been clear.

The girl with an unknown name hungered the way I did.

She wasn’t just intriguing any longer; I felt the absolute need to possess her. I was shocked by her openness, every question a beautiful challenge that I’d accepted without question. She was secure in herself while still remaining vulnerable.

The combination was fine feasting territory for a predator like me.

Wild Kitty had no idea what she’d done or the beast she’d awakened. Tonight I would claim her like the monster I’d been called.

And I wouldn’t regret a single thing.

Sin and shame.

I wasn’t unlike my brothers in that I enjoyed the darkest of proclivities. We’d told each other a few stories, lingering on our sexual accomplishments although over the years, the personal endeavors had become boring. Even the video games we’d designed over the years reflected our desire for absolute sadism mixed with violence. It had seemed perfect at first, squashing our needs to wreak havoc on the world as we’d done when we were younger.

But time had changed everything, our hungers exploding. With the induction of the Obsidian Society, peace had been restored. Hunting humans was illegal, except when done under the guise of a game. Of course our participants were willing, required to sign NDAs and acknowledging the rules, including that they could receive some physical harm. None had balked at doing so over the years. Hell, the contestants carefully selected for the yearly event hungered more than we did. That’s what made the games so enjoyable.

If they achieved the very high goal we set, they were rewarded for life. Money. A position within our company. Fabulous cars and properties. We spared no expense. Their win also included entrance into the Obsidian Society. They could participate in all future games. Just on the other side.

My hungers had increased recently and tasting her probably wasn’t the best thing for me to do, but she was irresistible. As she undulated on my lap, my cock continued to ache even more than before. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this aroused. Maybe never.

What did that tell me about her?

Could she be the one that could break the monotony of boredom and rage, becoming a beacon of light? Or as my older brother would say, true salvation. I wanted to choke from the thought. There was no situation, no release of anger that could shape me into a better man. And certainly, there was no human alive who could save me from being driven straight to hell upon my demise. I’d done far too many reprehensible things in my life, actions that would prevent me from discovering true happiness.

After the pints of blood I’d shed, why should I be allowed any joy?

Not even my sweet, wild kitty, as special as I knew in my gut she was.

Fuck, no. I wasn’t like Xander. I would never surrender to domesticity, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want her as a pet. Why the hell not?

The thought of keeping and caging her was strong, so much so I was ready to move on from the round of passion, heading to my home where I could handle her… properly.

It was interesting being without a mask, exposing the truth behind the fantasies the Blackwell Group provided. I wasn’t shy when it came to the camera, but I’d also never volunteered to be the front man for advertising campaigns. There was no need. Xander took care of that himself. Whether or not Wild Kitty recognized me was of no consequence. I doubted she was a gamer in whatever limited time she had to herself.

I’d ascertained she worked two jobs even before she’d told me, although she’d been adept at keeping much of herself enshrouded in mystery. We were doing nothing more than playing a game of our own, pretending to be any creature we wanted. There was no need for real names, the mystery adding to the intrigue.

But what she didn’t know was that I would learn every sinful secret she was determined to keep locked down. And there wasn’t a man or woman alive who didn’t have one or more. If her eyes were the key to unlocking her soul, they told a vivid story of heartbreak, but not from anything traditional. I couldn’t wait to learn everything about her.

In my aging years, I was challenging evil more and more. Or perhaps I was taunting law enforcement to hunt me down. A laugh almost breached the surface. I dared them to try to pin anything on me. Besides, there was little evidence left to find, a few bones strewn here and there, some buried, some tossed into a local river or lake. Pieces would be almost impossible to put together.

I hadn’t called ahead, but the owner of the bed and breakfast knew me. I often sent clients visiting from out of town to the location. The eight very specialized bedrooms came complete with fireplaces and fantastic views, and included an afternoon wine tasting and an incredible full breakfast to die for. But that wasn’t the reason.

My choice was all about the special addition to the vast array of amenities.

Soon, my prize for the night would learn why I’d been taken with the location. Certainly, the owner was highly discreet about every visitor, which I also appreciated. She was also a former dominatrix, so she understood my level of carnal needs. We were like oil and water, but that made our alliance in the business world stronger. We got each other. Plus, I could trust her, a valuable commodity in a sea of sharks.

My innocent kitten had waited patiently as I’d made the arrangements, enjoying the scenery even though I’d been able to smell her fear. She had every right to be apprehensive. Not that I would allow anything to happen to her.

“This is incredible,” Wild Kitty said as she turned around in a circle. I’d been provided with the executive suite, wine and champagne already being delivered as we stood in the impressive downstairs only steps away from reception. Twinkling lights were everywhere creating a festive although cozy atmosphere. The colors splashed on the walls and in the form of paintings and sculptures were vibrant in hue, the furniture something you could find in a ski lodge located in the west.

Bookshelves were lined with books and if a guest looked closely enough, he or she would find some pretty kinky titles.

“I thought you might like the surroundings.”

“I have no luggage,” she said as she turned to face me.

“All you’ll need is a robe, which has already been supplied to the room.” I gave her a wicked smile, enjoying her slight discomfort, which was mostly overwhelmed by excitement. She wasn’t shy about craving the same level of darkness I did, even if her sense of decency kept her from displaying her hungers.

When I was finished breaking her, she’d be begging for more. My balls remained tight as drums at the thought.

I sensed she wasn’t the kind of girl to indulge in a one-night stand. That increased the longing to strip her of all her defenses, peeling away the layers surrounding the woman. She was a true enigma, a spark in a dark world where greed and entitlement had taken control. Her vulnerability was enchanting, different in a way I couldn’t put my finger on.

Since I was the kind of man who needed full control of everyone and every situation, the fact I couldn’t grasp her aura came close to pissing me off. I finally placed my hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the cozy elevator. Suddenly, she stopped, purposely stepping away from my light hold.

“I don’t think I should be doing this.” Even the sound of her voice was more nervous than before.

She seemed lost, drowning in a sea of uncertainty. And something else. Loss? Grief could hold a powerful hold over anyone. Or was it anger? I couldn’t be entirely certain except for one aspect about the woman. She was a fighter, refusing to surrender to the bullshit life often dealt.

I moved in front of her. While I had every method of persuading her into following my every command, tonight was more about seduction. I wanted her locked under my spell of her own accord. That would only increase the desperate desire that would boost the layer of unbridled need.

“Then I’ll take you home if that’s what you want,” I told her honestly.

She was swaying slightly, unable to look me in the eyes. “I don’t know what I want.”

“I think you do.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

I inched closer, no longer surprised she didn’t move away. She was as drawn to me as I was to her, perhaps even more so. “Because we’re alike, you and I. We crave what others find twisted and disturbing. We long to let go, teasing the shadows of our very existence.”

The words immediately sank in and she lifted her head, locking eyes with mine. The single word she issued was all that either one of us needed. “Yes.”

I took her hand in mine, slowly lifting her fingers to my mouth. Hers was pursed as I pressed my lips against her knuckles, inhaling her scent, eager to cover every inch of her body with my cum. Wild Kitty shuddered audibly and I backed up a few steps. There was no further hesitation on her part.

I’d unleashed the true wildcat furrowing inside of her.

If only for a single night.

As soon as we were inside the elevator all alone, I drove her against the back wall. The tight confines only added to the anticipation of all the filthy things I’d do to her.

She pressed her hand against my chest, fingering my shirt. Now there was a wry smile on her face, a twinkle in her eyes. She was beginning to realize I was very much in charge.

There was no surprise as she rose onto her toes, leaning forward and teasing me by darting her tongue across the seam of my mouth. The woman was playful by nature, which boosted the joy she showed in every dance step.

Every tease.

When I wrapped my hand around her throat, pushing my thumb under her chin, there were two possibilities for her reaction. One was to release the terror I knew was just below the surface. Two was to understand how our kinky relationship would go. Given there was no fear in her eyes, I was able to smile as I lowered my head.

Instead of a kiss, I merely whispered in her ear, “You will do everything I command of you. If you don’t, you will be punished.”

Her next shudder embroiled every cell in my body, her moan electrifying my needs.

“Did you hear me?” I reiterated.

“Yes. Yes, sir.” The words flowed naturally off her tongue, the tone evoking another fire deep within my core being.

This woman wasn’t merely perfect. She was everything I’d ever needed.

I captured her mouth just seconds before the elevator pinged slightly. After the doors opened, I threw my arm out. The kiss was sweet as well as intense, but I refused to waste any time returning to the lobby once again.

I had more important things on my mind.

The room was exactly as I’d anticipated, providing the perfect romantic backdrop for couples who longed for a quiet night or weekend far removed from the pressures of their real lives. I was impressed, but at this point, partaking in what the room had to offer didn’t matter in the least.

“Take off your jacket,” I commanded while I did a sweep of the three rooms and bathroom, ensuring we were alone and that everything I’d requested was exactly as it should be. The ropes were prepared, extra towels placed in the bathroom.

Several liquors and wines had been brought to the room, a bottle of Krug champagne already on ice. The lights were dim, the fire blazing in the fireplace, and the bed and breakfast owner had catered personally to my particular needs.

A collar, leash, and assorted sex toys had been provided. Her single question when we’d been checking in had been beginner, intermediate, or advanced. Not all guests would understand what she’d been talking about.

I’d selected intermediate.

While I had no way of knowing whether or not Wild Kitty was familiar with acts of domination, I was going on instinct and basing it on how heightened her cravings had become.

She kept her back to me as she unbuttoned her jacket, slowly easing it from her shoulders. She placed it on the back of the couch, barely tilting her head to look over toward me.

“Everything. Off.” My tone was gruffer than before. I yanked off my jacket, taking a few seconds to roll up my sleeves.

Only her chest rose and fell to allow me to know she’d heard what I’d told her.

I gave her a few additional seconds as I headed for the champagne, grabbing a towel from the small kitchenette counter’s surface. “Wild Kitty. Do not make me ask you again. Take off your clothes. Now.”

After a five second count, she finally reacted, although her movements were perfunctory, stilted as I’d anticipated they’d be. I’d never promised her romance. Just passion. I turned my attention to the bottle as I began peeling off the foil, cognizant of her increasing trepidation. I’d learned a long time before how intimate it could feel being the only one devoid of clothing.

A tactic used in methods of torture as well as ones of seduction.

The fact she was embarrassed to undress in the limited light was endearing, so much so I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing. The loud pop wasn’t how I usually handled opening a bottle of bubbly. The cork got away from me, bringing a slight moan from her lips.

Every sound she made pushed me into more of my carnal needs. This time was no exception. I caught most of the liquid before losing it on the counter, carefully pouring into two crystal flutes.

In her moment of surprise, our eyes locked as they’d done before, but she was digging even more deeply into my soul. What did she expect to find, answers? I remained where I was as she kicked off her shoes, fumbling for a few seconds to unfasten her jeans. She’d remained in the costume, the tight fishnet stockings attached to the garters catching my attention first.

She took her time unclipping the edge bands, rolling the stockings down her leg while keeping her toes pointed. Her balance was incredible and even this was a show in and of itself.

I finally snagged the glasses, moving closer to her. She held her ground as she began to remove the sexy leotard holding the costume all together.

Her body was a creation of beauty, an hourglass figure complemented by her full, rosy lips matching the color of her taut nipples. Underneath she wore a stunning black G-string and I had the strong urge to rip it off instead of allowing her the luxury of removing it herself.

But I controlled myself. Only when she was standing completely naked did I advance, now only inches away. She didn’t turn around at first, but was keenly aware of my close presence, her body trembling. I was mesmerized for a few seconds, admiring her long legs and the rounded curve of her hips.

“Turn around.” My voice was deep and firm, just what she needed.

She did as I asked, slowly shifting to face me. Her face highlighted her youthfulness and vulnerability, her skin shimmering in the firelight. I handed her a glass, lifting mine in a silent toast. She did the same and I waited as she took a nervous sip, swallowing as if she had a lump in her throat.

When I moved around her, taking my time to drop my gaze to her painted toes, she made certain she was standing at her full height. She was also holding her breath, her nervousness around me evident.

I brushed the tips of three fingers down her spine and some tension was released by a single, slight moan.

As I made the turn to the other side, I rubbed the same fingers across her arm. Not once did she follow the trail, standing rigid. Wild Kitty reminded me of an inspection in the military. My cock throbbed even more.

When I returned in front of her, I crooked my index finger, lifting her chin. “You are beautiful. The most gorgeous creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

Her eyes once again held the sparkle from before. It would be some time before she was completely relaxed and that was fine. I was already enjoying myself tremendously.

Nothing was said between us; there were no words left that needed to be conveyed. She was well aware she was mine for the night. What she didn’t know was that while it would take some time, she would eventually belong to me in her entirety.

Body, soul, and heart.

She sipped her drink as I continued admiring her until my patience wore completely thin. I wasn’t the kind of man who waited for anything or anyone for that matter. I took the drink from her hand. Her only objection was a slight tug with her fingers wrapped firmly around the glass.

I gave her a stern look and that was all that was needed for her to let it go. After placing both glasses on the counter, I grabbed the collar and leash, admiring the woman’s choices. Abigail Breslan was a formidable dominatrix, or at least she had been in the local scene prior to retiring and purchasing the bed and breakfast. The color purple was perfect for my wild child. My wild kitty.

When I returned, the girl eyed me as if I was nuts, but without being asked, she slowly lifted her hair, allowing me to secure the collar in place.

I was a man who preferred jewels on a woman, but the selection was kinky as fuck, including the fake diamond studs surrounding the piece. When it was in place, I rubbed my fingers along her jawline before attaching the leash.

I wrapped my hand around the leash while rolling my finger around her lips, pushing the tip just inside.

She wasn’t blinking, the shimmer in her eyes remaining. There was confusion in her lovely eyes as well as the excitement I’d seen earlier.

“Suck, Wild Kitty. Suck.” I pumped my finger in several times.

She did as she was told, laving her tongue on the thick digit as I watched her. Only my thoughts were all about the first time I’d drove my cock deep inside her pussy. After a full two minutes, I removed my finger, wiping the wetness across her rosy cheek. Too much time had passed. I was far too hungry. I dragged her closer to the small kitchen island, moving the bucket of ice and champagne, almost knocking the glasses over in my effort to get them the hell out of the way.

Her laugh reflected her nervousness as I placed her onto the counter, forcing her to lie down. There was no pretense to this. I lifted her legs, spreading them wide open. With the leash still wrapped around my hand, I lowered my head. Her feminine perfume was more intoxicating than the fresh strawberry scent from before. My mouth was watering from eagerness to taste her.

My patience was now shot completely.

I rubbed one hand up to grab and hold her breast while I blew across her smooth pussy.

That was the amount of real foreplay at this point. With a fresh thought in mind, I reached over and grabbed a glass, pouring the entire amount across her stomach, watching as trickles found their way to her swollen pussy lips.

Now it was time to quench my thirst.