She glanced at the time; it was already six-thirty, hardly enough time to finish everything by kick off. She glanced at her checklist again; she had accomplished enough to keep him occupied for the time being. If she could just get her ass in the shower she wouldn’t smell like charred animal flesh when he arrived.
As she picked out the perfect outfit to make her appealing to his eyes but make her appear she wasn’t paying attention to her outerwear she found herself hoping that for once in his life he could be running late. She rolled her eyes as she climbed into the shower, Yeah fucking right.
And true to his nature, she could hear him knocking on the door as she rinsed the soap from her body. She turned off the water with a heavy sigh. She could almost hear his voice telling her she had all day to get ready. She wondered if he would take into consideration that she’d spent the whole day shopping, cooking, and attempting to complete homework so that she could be a halfway decent hostess. Wrapping herself in her towel she headed to the door.
“Hey lover,”
He shook his head, “Why can’t you ever be ready on time?”
Biting back a smart remark she smiled sweetly, “Why would I make your life that easy?”
“True,” he walked past her, “Stupid me.”
She followed him through the living room and fought the urge to throw something at the back of his head. Instead to keep her hands occupied she busied herself with turning on the T.V. and changing it to the NFL channel so he could watch as all the stats and replays verified why these teams had made it to the big game. Once he was seated with remote in hand she turned her attention to making him a drink, “What’ll it be? Beer or liquor lover?”
“I’ll take a beer for now,”
Kimaya walked into the kitchen still dripping wet and wrapped in a towel, she hated to be naked in front of him always self conscious that her body wasn’t up to par. Sure, he often told her she was a bad chick but in all honesty was he going to tell her she was ugly? But more than she hated to be undressed she wanted him comfortable and she would worry about her later. As she poured him a Yuengling into one of the mugs she had sitting in the freezer she felt him standing behind her, his hands creeping up her towel to rest on her bare hips.
“What?” she turned her head just slightly to bring him into her field of view, “the stats boring you?”
“No.” He pulled her back flush against his body, “I’m just horny.”
She shook her head as she returned to her task of pouring his drink ignoring the tingling he was causing in between her thighs. Reaching over to grab a plate, prepared a platter of snacks that she’d been working all day to prepare. She hadn’t started the homemade buffalo strips or the hamburger kickers she found in her tailgating book but at least she had the tortilla chips with the spicy salsa con queso dip, the miniature chili dogs and the shrimp/bacon kabobs ready to go.
“Are you ignoring me?” he asked as his hands traveled to where her body throbbed most.
Her breath hitched in her throat, “No, I’m trying to make you comfortable when you’re watching the game.” She made the fatal mistake of turning around to face him. He kissed her full on the mouth nearly making her drop the plate and glass she was preparing to hand him. “Kayden,” she whispered to him, trying back up in the scant room between him and the kitchen counter.
“What?” he asked, bringing her back flush against his body.
She turned her back to him and put the glass and the plate on the counter. “Kayden let me go get back in the shower.”
“You really aren’t going to let me fuck you, huh?” he whispered in her ear. The heat from his breath on her ear sent a chill down to her nipples, making them harden under her towel.
“I thought you were here to watch the game,” she said taking a deep breath.
“Do you really believe that?” his hand was stroking her now. She moaned slightly, of course she didn’t believe it but he didn’t need to know that.
“Hey Maya,” her brother yelled from down the hall. Kayden dropped his hands and from the corner of her eye she could see that self serving smirk she found herself wanting to smack off his lips.
“What is it Domi?” she asked him as she walked around the corner to meet him.
Catching sight of Kimaya in her towel and Kayden wearing that same fucking smirk following her with his beer and food, Domineik grinned a facetious grin and headed out the door, “Never mind.”
Mumbling a few choice words, Kimaya headed back toward the shower, she looked up passing Kayden on the way.
“Are you comfortable?” She asked.
“Not really,” He gave her towel clad, semi-wet body a long once over then Kayden, being Kayden, reached up and snatched her towel from her body. “Now I am.” He smirked at her again, “Now you can go get in the shower.”
Letting out a maddening yelp she narrowed her eyes on him, “Go make yourself useful why don’t you?” He gave her a devious look but she pointed toward the kitchen, “Go finish the food.”
* * *
Dressed in her female Michael Vick jersey, a pair of green and black boy shorts and a pair of green ankle socks, Kimaya went back to join Kayden in the living room.
“I’m going to go fuck the shit out of you later,” was his reply.
Kimaya shook her head, “Did you finish the burgers and stuff?”
“Yep,” he gave her body another lingering look, “they’re on the counter.”
“Thanks,” she walked into the kitchen with him close on her heels. “Did you enjoy the food?”
“Yep,” he stroked the tattoo on her lower back, “So much that I want to eat you for dessert.”
She rolled her eyes, “Do you have one romantic bone in your whole body?”
He smirked at her, “Of course I do.”
“Yeah right,” she said as she headed back to the couch.
“Don’t believe me?”
Kimaya put on her most sarcastic of faces, “Sure.” She watched the quarterback of her team throw an interception and after a few choice words to the TV screen she turned her attention back to him. “Prove it. Bet me.”
He raised his eyebrow at her, “Bet?”
“Well if Vick and the crew can pull this one out,” she looked at the screen as the corner back from the opposing team ran the ball back fifty yards, “you give me a night of complete romance.”
He gave her a mocking grin, “And if I win?”
She shrugged, “What do you want?”
“If I win I want you to be daddy’s little slut for a whole night. If I ask it I don’t want to hear any of your lip, you just get on your knees and do it.”
Though she shot him the most disparaging look she could, she couldn’t help that her clit throbbed at the very prospect, “Daddy’s little slut huh?”
“Hey, if I got to be all romantic and shit, you can give me a night of debauchery.”
Watching her team’s defense give up seven points in a matter of the forty five seconds it took to lay out the terms of their bet she knew that she was going to end up wearing a collar or something equally humiliating at the end of this bet but she extended her hand. “I agree.”
He gave her a smile so sinister she should’ve reached for a bible, “Good, as do I.”
***
This is what she got for having faith in a group of men that wouldn’t know a tackle from a god damned love tap. Here she sat on her knees in the middle of the floor in clothes Paris Hilton would’ve thought were risqué. The outfit made skimpy look overdressed. She didn’t even know why he even bothered. The barely there pleated skirt scarcely made it over her waist much less over her ample rear end.
The shirt may as well just been nipple covers for all that it was actually clothing; she looked down as her abundant chest and thought when this night was over she was going to so kick his ass. He entered the room looking like the half Grecian God she thought him to be.
His crimson skin glowed with the addition of the baby oil he’d just rubbed himself down with, the wife beater tank top displayed his well defined arms and for all the humiliation she was preparing to endure she couldn’t help but think it would be worth it if she could just run her tongue over him.
“You ready?” He asked.
She nodded because to be honest she was having problems keeping her tongue in her head.
“When I ask you a question, you speak. Got it?”
She wanted to narrow her eyes on him and tell him how he could go to hell on a full ride scholarship, but she had agreed to this debacle so instead she just gave him a soft, obedient, “Yes.”
“Good.” He eyed her from where she knelt before him subservient for him. This was going to be fun.
“Sin?” he called from the room.
“Sin?” she asked.
He turned on her with a glare so wicked it actually made her cower away from him a little, “You speak only when you’re spoken to, you got it?”
Swallowing back a slight lump of fear, she dropped her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered.
“I don’t want to have to say that again.” Turning toward the new visitor to the room, “Hey Sin,” he greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. “Sinthia,” he turned back toward Kimaya, “this is our little toy, Kimaya. Kimaya, this is your mistress of the evening Sin.”
Kimaya couldn’t help but narrow her eyes on the svelte beauty who’d just entered the room. Tall and lithe, the girl had stunning red hair and glowing green eyes. “Hello,” Kimaya said haughtily.
“The little slut has attitude,” Sinthia cracked her Fat Cat Whip. “Kayden, didn’t you warn her?”
Kayden looked at her with a humorless smile. He showed his teeth as a mere habit but there was certainly no jest, “Consistently.”
Sinthia gave him a curt nod sauntering around her as if she were examining her. Kimaya didn’t move her head to look at her because she hadn’t been instructed to and she had a feeling that she was in enough trouble.
Sinthia ran the fox fur down the small of her back across the small branding he place there, marking her as his. Sinthia looked up at Kayden with a smile, the primality of it excited her incredibly. As the fur touched the small symbol, his initials, he watched as Kimaya flinched. He grew that much more excited.
He loved that Kimaya responded immediately to Sinthia’s touch, as if she needed it, craved it. He would teach her not to ignore him when he gave a direct order, twice. His will was stronger and she proved it as she sat prone to them.
Eyeing the whip, Kimaya jumped up, “You two have lost your fucking minds.” She exclaimed.
“Kimaya,” Kayden’s voice boomed snapping her to attention, “come here.”
“Come here hell,” Kimaya looked over at Sinthia stood in her little leather shorts and bustier, and those four inch boots she was wearing. “You and Sinthia here should have a very nice time together.”
“Kimaya I said come here,” he commanded. When she walked over to him, he held her face gently in his hands, “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you sweetie. This is just for fun, I promise.”
His words were so gentle and sincere that she felt comfortable. She resumed her place back on the floor, kneeling before her master and for the time being, her mistress. Sinthia ran the fox fur across the span of Kimaya’s lower back again, enjoying making her squirm as she anticipated her next move. Kayden had already informed her, she was always in a rush.
Kayden watched closely as Sinthia’s fingers brushed the bend of Kimaya’s neck, he admired her skin, the even tone of it. He did love her skin. And that is why he made sure that Sinthia would be careful as to what she used when she chastised her. His item of choice was the Fat Cat whip, a beautiful work of art that was as gentle as it was vicious. The fox fur on one end made it easy to tease her; the leather on the other would make her listen without breaking that beautiful satin skin of hers.
The first lash across her silken skin of her back was so sudden it nearly made her leap out of it. Her head snapped up to meet Kayden’s eyes but there he stood with that fucking smile.
The second made her yelp as much in pleasure as in pain. The sting of the whip caused enough pain to make her realize this was serious, but enough pleasure to make her want to explode with the next lash to her body. The third lash stung worse than the previous, making her eyes tear up as much in pain as in ecstasy.
The whip made contact with her skin a fourth time causing her to scream, her screams intrinsic to his arousal. A fifth time, a sixth, a seventh but her screams were not satisfactory. Kayden made eye contact with Sinthia. She would just have to keep wielding that whip until she learned. By the thirteenth lash, the shrill sound that escaped her throat threatened to break glass: she was ready.
“On your back, slut,” Sinthia commanded dropping the whip. Kimaya, sore but aroused did as she was bidden watching as Sinthia crawled between her thighs. As instructed, she wore nothing beneath her skirt; Sinthia slid her finger into her wet slit. She was too turned on to care that a woman was touching her or that Kayden was watching the whole thing happen. Sinthia swirled her finger around making Kimaya roll her hips to keep up with her. She was so close to orgasm she thought it was going to tear her in half and just when she thought Sinthia would let her cum she stopped.
Sinthia looked down at her with a smirk that reminded her a lot of Kayden, “You didn’t think you got off that easy, did you?” she shook her head and looked back at Kayden with a wink, “No, no slut. You have to work for this one.” And with that she gave her clit a sweet long lick. Kimaya’s skeleton threatened to go liquid. The second time she curled her tongue around her clit and suckled, pulling gently at the hardened nub making her arch off the floor.
Sinthia giggled as she pushed a finger into her deeper into her sweet velvet tunnel, “She’s divine Kayden,” she told him slyly.
“I know,” Kayden stood there with that fucking predator’s smirk.
Kayden walked toward Kimaya’s head, he smirked at Kimaya’s closed eyes as Sinthia’s head settled back between her legs. Dropping his pants, he positioned himself near Kimaya’s head so that she could suckle him as Sinthia suckled her. Kimaya thought she had reached her own little sexual heaven. She was taking care of her man as she was being taken care of herself.
She wasn’t sure if Sinthia just knew what a woman wanted or she just loved eating pussy but Sinthia had Kimaya ready to climb the damned walls. Kimaya lost count of how many times she was brought close to orgasm only for Sinthia to pull back. Her breath was erratic, her body quavering in as much pleasure as fear. Giving her one last long meaningful suck, Sinthia’s head emerged from her thighs. Her lips glistened as she grinned climbing on top to give her a slow kiss.
“How does it taste?” Kayden asked Kimaya as he pulled from her mouth.
Kimaya licked his lips, “sweet.”
“Damned right,” he said as he and Sinthia switched places. “Get up,” he commanded her. She knew what he meant. Whenever she he demanded that she get up when she was lying her back it meant that he wanted her on her knees. Once she obliged him, Sinthia lay on her back.
“Now,” he told her as he prepared to enter her from behind. “Since Sin here was so gracious with you, you must return the favor.” He slid into her.
She turned around and gave him a long look but he just arched his brow, knowing she would go along with it. And she would. She had agreed to do whatever he asked of her. But even she thought this was just too much to deal with at once. But, dipping her head between Sinthia’s sculpted legs, she did what she was bidden. She really didn’t know what to expect, considering she’d never done this before. She wondered what it would be like, to have a woman on her tongue. All her questions were answered as she ran her velveteen tongue across Sin’s smooth slit.
The taste was sweet, not overly so, just as if someone had sprinkled her femininity with a hint of confectionary sugar. She repeated the strokes Sinthia delivered to her, adding a few of her own, tracing the lower cased cursive alphabet across her clit. But unlike Sinthia, Kimaya allowed the woman to cum on her tongue.
Kayden kept his strokes light, watching as Kimaya tongued their guest for the evening. The more she licked the harder he got. Finally he yanked Kimaya by the pony tail he insisted she wear, pulling her from between Sin’s legs. He forced her to take him, to accommodate the swell of his erection through her moist channel. Sinthia crawled beneath her, manipulating her sensitive bud until she exploded. Still Kayden was relentless, over and over he stroked her, smacking her firm ass as it bounced against him.
“Shit,” he muttered, “you gon’ to make me cum.”
“Cum for me daddy,” she moaned and she continued to bounce against him. When he came, he collapsed against her.
Sinthia smiled as Kayden began to cuddle Kimaya against him, “I’ll see myself out.”
“Cum see us again sometime,” Kimaya lifted her head with a sly smile.
Sin blew her a kiss sending her a sly smile of her own, “You bet.”
