Hell Kat Excerpt #2
Check out Hell Kat ...The room was dirty and smelled like week-old sweat and urine, but it had a bed and privacy. That was all they needed.
While Damian stored their gear under the bed, Kat stripped off her cloak, gun holster, and utility belt. Tossing everything on the floor, she grabbed Damian by the hair and pulled him to her. She crushed her mouth to his, overwhelmed with the urge to fuck. Going on a treasure hunt always got her hot. She loved everything about it. The research, the set-up, and of course, the actual hunting.
Adrenaline surged through her as she nipped his lips and swept her tongue over his. She wanted to play, and she knew Damian was always up for a game. He was usually the one to initiate them, but not now. Now, Kat was in complete control.
Shoving him away, she snarled, "Take off your clothes."
Without hesitation, Damian removed his leather cloak, boots, dark t-shirt, and leather pants and tossed them on the floor next to the gear she had previously discarded. He stood naked and grinning, waiting for her next instruction.
Kat swept her gaze over him, admiring his lean sinewy form and his quickly swelling cock. He was pleasant to look at. Tall, dark and sexy as sin itself. His body never failed to arouse her. And his willingness to do anything she asked made her sex drip with anticipation.
"On your back, boy," she demanded, motioning to the bed.
Damian flopped onto the mattress, spread eagle. Kat moved to stand at the end of the bed watching him eagerly. Damian loved to show off. He was an exhibitionist through and through.
"Now, get yourself ready. I want you rock hard and aching for me."
With a sly grin, Damian gripped his erection in his right hand and began to stroke himself, with slow and deliberate movements. He was teasing her. She let him have his fun, because soon he'd be begging her to end his torment.
While she watched him caress his cock, Kat stripped off her clothes. She kneeled on the bed next to his hip and then smacked his hand.
"Enough. It's my turn."
Chuckling at her playfulness, Damian relinquished his hold on his cock.
"Put your arms over your head," Kat ordered as she took his member in her hand and blew across the tip.
Damian shuddered in response.
"And no touching, until I say so," she added.
"Oh, you play a mean game, Pussy Kat." Damian raised his arms above his head and grabbed the metal rods of the headboard. "Oh, what I wouldn't do for a pair of handcuffs."
Kat glanced up at him as she lathed the tip of her tongue across the head of his cock. "Hmm, I have an idea." She jumped off the bed, and rummaged through her gear on the floor. She came away with her leather belt. Perfect.
Grinning, she wrapped Damian's wrists together with the belt and then secured them to the posts on the headboard. Damian pretended to protest, but Kat knew he loved it. He had told her about some of the things he had to do for Jones with some of the people he serviced. One eager woman liked to tie him up and torture him with her tongue.
After securing him tightly, Kat inspected her work. She liked him like this.
Defenseless but trusting. Putting his faith in her that she wouldn't hurt him. With his arms stretched over his head, the long muscular lines of his chest and sides emphasized his slender form, and it definitely did wonders to the positioning of his cock. It seemed bigger, tastier without anything able to protect it.
"I like you like this," she purred, bending over his groin and flicking her tongue over his fully engorged cock. "All vulnerable and helpless."
Again, she flicked her tongue, this time over the dark purple tip. He twitched in response, and a small moan escaped his lips.
"Be nice to me, Kat."
"Hmm," she hummed. "We'll see."
With a low growl, Kat gripped his shaft in her hand and glided her lips over the head. Gathering the moisture beaded there with the tip of her tongue, she swallowed it down enjoying the salty tang. Gripping his balls in her other hand, Kat opened her mouth wide and took him all in.
He twitched in her mouth as she sucked on him. Bobbing her head up and down, she continued to massage his scrotum, knowing Damian loved it. His balls were hard and tight, and she knew he was close to climaxing. But she wasn't ready for him to come just yet. Tightening her grip at the base of his shaft, Kat squeezed him off. She brought her head up and lavished her tongue over the tip and down the underside of his glans where she knew he was the most sensitive.
"Ah, Kat, fuck, you're killing me." Damian writhed and pulled on his restraints.
"No dying just yet. I'm not nearly done with you."