Page 14 of Tempting Kat (Lust & Luxury #2)

Katarina

H oly shit.

My legs are strapped to a fucking wall, spread-eagle like a Thanksgiving turkey, while some rich, faceless stranger prepares to do God knows what to my pussy. And I'm letting him. No—I'm begging for it.

What the actual fuck, Katarina?

My heart's racing so fast I can barely breathe. His voice alone is enough to make my panties soaked through, all deep and commanding like he's used to people falling at his feet. Which they probably do.

“You look perfect like this,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing fire up my inner thighs. “Trapped and helpless.”

I should be insulted. I should be kicking—well, I can't kick, but I should be telling him to go fuck himself. Instead, I'm practically panting like I’m in heat.

“I'm not helpless,” I manage to say, trying to keep my voice steady. “I can still say no.”

His chuckle is dark, dangerous. “But you won't.”

The worst part is he's right. I won't. I don't want to.

Vivian's words keep echoing in my head from when I asked her about him. “Girl, he's like sex on legs. Old enough to know exactly what he's doing, young enough to do it all night.”

I squirm against the restraints, testing them. They're soft but firm, giving me just enough slack to move slightly, but not enough to close my legs. The vulnerability of it sends a jolt straight to my clit.

“Getting restless already, kitten?” His fingers trace higher, skimming just below the edge of my panties. “We've barely started.”

“I'm not usually this patient,” I say, trying to sound bored even though my heart's about to burst through my chest.

“Maybe I just get off on being tied up,” I challenge, trying to sound confident despite how my voice shakes.

He chuckles, the sound dark and rich. “No, kitten. You get off on this—the danger, the unknown. The fact that I could be anyone.”

He's right, and I hate that he's right. Two weeks ago, I was bored out of my mind, tending bar and designing logos for shitty startups.

I feel a sudden tug at the crotch of my fishnet stockings, and then—RIP. The sound echoes in the small space as he tears them open between my legs.

“What the fuck?” I jerk against the restraints, startled by the sudden destruction of my perfectly good fishnets.

“Don't worry, kitten. I'll buy you a hundred more.” His voice is smug, satisfied with the damage he's caused. “I needed better access.”

I can't see what he's doing, which somehow makes it a thousand times more intense. My other senses go into overdrive—the sound of his breathing, the feeling of his fingers tracing the edges of the torn opening.

“Oh, look at these pretty little panties,” he murmurs, and I feel him hook a finger under the silky fabric of my thong. “Such a tiny scrap of nothing.”

He pulls the fabric up, sliding it between my folds on either side, and I gasp as it creates the most exquisite pressure against my already throbbing clit.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.

“Look at that,” he growls, his voice dropping an octave. “Your greedy pussy lips are just swallowing up this excuse for underwear. Goddamn. It's like they're hungry for it.”

The crude description makes me blush and throb simultaneously. I should be offended, but instead, I'm so turned on I can barely think straight.

“You like when I talk about your cunt like that, don't you?” he asks, tugging the fabric tighter. “When I tell you how fucking wet and hungry it looks?”

“Maybe,” I gasp, trying to maintain some semblance of control even as my body betrays me.

His fingers trace the edge where fabric meets flesh. “And this little landing strip...fuck, that's sexy. I hate when women go completely bare.”

I'm not sure why his approval sends another flood of wetness between my legs, but it does. My breathing is ragged now, my chest heaving with each inhale.

“You like that I like your pussy, don't you?” he continues. “You like knowing I think it's perfect.”

“It is perfect,” I shoot back, trying to sound confident despite being completely at his mercy. “And you're not the first to notice.”

His hand comes down with a sharp slap against my inner thigh, making me yelp in surprise.

“Don't talk about other men when you're spread open for me or fucking ever,” he growls, the possessiveness in his voice making my core clench. “This is mine. Do you understand?”

I want to snap back with something cutting, but my brain short-circuits as his fingers trace the red mark he just left.

“I asked you a question,” he says, voice dropping even lower. “Is this pussy mine, Katarina?”

“For the night,” I manage to say, unwilling to completely surrender. “You paid for tonight.”

“Mm, that's not quite the answer I was looking for,” he murmurs, and suddenly I feel his hot breath against my inner thigh. “Let's see if I can change your mind.”

I tense, anticipating his touch, but nothing happens. The bastard is just hovering there, letting me feel his breath on my sensitive skin while doing absolutely nothing.

“What are you waiting for?” I demand, hating how needy I sound.

“Patience, kitten,” he replies, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“I'm not exactly known for my patience,” I grumble, shifting my hips uselessly against the restraints.

His chuckle vibrates against my skin. “Then this will be an excellent lesson for you.”

I feel his fingers hook into the sides of my panties, and then, with one swift motion, he tears them clean off. Then something soft traces along my slit. His fingertip is barely touching me, and it’s just enough to drive me insane.

“Fuck,” I breathe, trying to push my hips forward to increase the pressure.

“So wet,” he murmurs, his finger continuing its maddening light touches. “I bet you taste divine.”

I wait for him to find out, to finally put his mouth on me, but he doesn't. Instead, his fingers continue their torturous exploration, tracing my outer lips, dipping just slightly into my entrance before retreating.

“Please,” I hear myself say, and immediately want to take it back. I don't beg. Ever.

“Please what?” he asks innocently, as if he doesn't know exactly what he's doing to me.

“You know what,” I growl, pulling against the restraints.

“I want to hear you say it,” he insists, his fingers still teasing. “Tell me what you want, Katarina.”

I grit my teeth. “I want you to stop fucking around and touch me properly.”

“Hmm, not specific enough,” he taunts, and I feel him blow a cool stream of air directly onto my clit, making me jerk.

“Motherfucker,” I hiss.

“Not yet, but it’s on my to-do list. Look at this pretty pussy,” he growls, and I feel his thumb trace my outer lips with excruciating slowness. “All swollen and dripping for me.”

“It's not for you,” I lie, my voice wavering as his thumb brushes against my clit. “It's just…biology.”

His laugh is low and knowing. “Is that what you tell yourself, kitten? That your body's response has nothing to do with me?”

He brushes his thumb over my clit again, barely touching, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

“Let's test that theory, shall we?”

Without warning, he withdraws completely. No touch, no breath, nothing. The sudden absence makes me whimper before I can stop myself.

“What are you doing?” I demand, hating how needy I sound.

“Nothing,” he replies, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “Just biology, right? You don't need me specifically.”

“You're such an asshole,” I hiss, tugging futilely at the restraints.

“And yet here you are, dripping down your thighs for this asshole.”

I want to scream. He's right and I hate it. I hate how much I'm craving the touch of a man I've never even seen.

“Fuck you,” I spit out instead.

“Oh, we'll get there,” he promises, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that makes my thighs quiver. “But first, I think someone needs to learn some manners.”

I feel his palm smack against my exposed pussy, the sharp sting making me yelp. It's not hard enough to really hurt, but the shock of it sends sparks straight up my spine.

“What the—” I start, but he cuts me off with another slap, this one directly on my clit. The sensation is so intense my words dissolve into a moan.

“Listen carefully, kitten,” he growls. “I don't appreciate your attitude. So, here's how this is going to work: every time you mouth off, I'm going to edge you a little longer. Understand?”

I clench my jaw, determined not to give him the satisfaction. “And if I behave?”

His laugh is dark and rich. “Then maybe I'll let you cum before sunrise.”

“Maybe isn't good enough,” I challenge, even as my body betrays me, my hips tilting toward him, seeking contact.

“Mm, still bratty,” he murmurs. “Let's see how mouthy you are after an hour of this.”

Before I can fire back with another smart remark, his tongue makes sudden, shocking contact with my clit. One long, flat lick that has me jerking against the restraints.

“Holy fuck!” I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily.

“That's one way to shut you up,” he murmurs against my flesh, his hot breath making me shiver.

His tongue moves in torturously slow circles around my clit, never quite giving me the direct pressure I need. I try to grind against his face, but the restraints keep me from getting the leverage I want.

“More,” I demand, my voice embarrassingly breathy.

He pulls back completely. “More what?”

“More everything,” I manage, biting my lip.

“That's not how this works,” he says, his voice firm. “You don't give the orders here. I do.”

I feel something trace along my slit—his finger, again—gathering my wetness. Then suddenly it's pressing against my entrance, just the tip, teasing me with the promise of fullness.

“You're fucking soaked,” he growls. “All this attitude, and your pussy can't lie to me.”

He adds a second finger, stretching me in the most delicious way. I hate how right he is, how much my body responds to him.

His fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes my knees weak. Thank God for these restraints, or I'd collapse right now.