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Sexual Awakening
Chapter Five – Anything could happen
Devon breathed in sharply as he rolled onto his back and opened his eyes to sleepily peer around the room. He turned his head to the alarm clock and frowned at the time:
10:23. Unusually early for him to wake up on a Sunday morning. He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his face sleepily, but then smiled to himself when he recalled the evening before.
Catherine. He looked over his shoulder at the empty bed and frowned as he listened intently for any movement inside the house, but did not hear anything. He stood up and quietly walked through the apartment, but he could not find any trace that she had ever been there – where was she?
Catherine was hurriedly walking down the street as if the devil was on her heels, casting an anxious backwards glance over her shoulder before she turned and headed up the stairs to Hilary and Jaimie’s house. She frowned at the beer cans and glasses all over the floor and windowsills as she tried to open the door, but found that it was locked. She raised her hand and knocked on the door a couple of times, but did not hear any movements from inside of the house. She walked to the window and tried to peer inside, but unfortunately the curtains were drawn closed. She placed her handbag on the cluttered table and then dug through it for the emergency keys to their house, but after being unable to find it, she eventually reached for her phone instead.
20:21 Partyyyy at our house. x H
22:03 Where r u?
01:16 SNORE!! U comin or wat? JJJJJ
02:17 Remember tgmpd halos?
03:30 I lufff uuu. Brad;s an ass
Huh? Well, that explains the state the house was in. She phoned Hilary, but it went straight to voicemail. She then tried Jaimie’s phone, but after a while of ringing it also went to voicemail. Her final resort was phoning their landline, and she could hear it ringing on the inside of the house, but it also went unanswered.
Catherine sighed and was just about to turn around and leave, but then the door opened up and a dishevelled looking guy stepped out. He was clumsily trying to zip up his pants, his half-buttoned up shirt hanging skew from his body. He paused mid-step and his eyes widened slightly when he saw her, but then he seemed to register that she was of no danger and gave her a lopsided grin as he continued on his way. Catherine quickly went to the door and slipped inside of the house, walking into the living room that was just as messy as outside.
“Jaims? ...Hilary?” she called out as she peeked into the kitchen. She then went upstairs and knocked softly on Hilary’s door, “Hilary?” she called as she tried to open the door, but found that it was locked. She frowned at this and then continued on to Jaimie’s door. The door stood slightly ajar and she knocked softly on it, making it open slightly wider. She poked her head in and her eyes widened when she saw Jaimie butt naked as she lay sprawled out on the bed. She immediately pulled the door closed and could not help it when she giggled to herself as she went downstairs.
Damn it. She really needed them right now. Not liking the idea of going home, she retrieved a few trash bags from the kitchen and then started cleaning up all of the empty beer cans and bottles before she then placed dirty glasses and dishes in the dishwasher. She tied up her hair and donned ugly yellow gloves before she grumpily started scrubbing everything she could. She did not know how long she was busy, but in all that time she could not stop thinking about Devon.
“Cath?” Jaimie’s sleepy voice croaked from behind her, making her turn her eyes on her friend who was now wearing a silky nightgown.
“Hey,” Catherine said as she turned her attention back to the counter, blowing the hair out of her face as she continued vigorously scrubbing, “How was last night?”
“Awesome,” Jaimie said as she switched on the kettle and leaned against the counter, covering her face and groaning into her hands. She peeked past her fingers and frowned at Catherine, “Where were you?” she asked. Catherine walked to the sink and rinsed the cloth she was using before taking off the gloves and then washing her hands.
“I took your advice,” Catherine finally replied as she turned towards Jaimie, who frowned at her, trying to recall what little pearls of wisdom she had bestowed on Catherine, “...Devon... I saw him again,” Catherine explained. Recognition dawned on Jaimie’s face and she smiled brightly at Catherine before she then walked over to her, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her excitedly.
“Ohh! Tell me
everything!” Jaimie demanded excitedly. The kettle stopped boiling behind her and she made a cup of coffee for both of them. Catherine stood there awkwardly as she watched her friend, not really knowing how much to reveal.
“Well...” Catherine finally said as she followed Jaimie to the living room and sat on the couch opposite her, “It’s...well...you know...” Catherine continued awkwardly. Jaimie frowned at her as if she was the village idiot.
“So I am assuming that means that you guys did it again?” Jaimie asked cheekily and grinned as she noted the blush that crept onto Catherine’s face.
“Yes...” Catherine confirmed and took a sip of her coffee. Why did she run to her friends again? For advice? To find something familiar? For someone to tell her that she must part with this guy and never look back? Hilary would be the better option to talk to in that case.
“Well, I
also found myself a rugged bad boy!” Jaimie said, and Catherine felt grateful for only being expected to listen, “His name is Billy – hah, Billy! – but he’s soooo different, Cath! He’s so sweet, he listens, we spent most of the night talking about everything. He’s such a good listener,” Jaimie rambled on and Catherine nodded, hmm’d and aaah’d at the appropriate intervals. She wondered if this idyllic Billy was the guy that snuck out when she snuck in?
“Hey guys!” Hilary suddenly announced from behind them. She plonked down on the seat next to Catherine and looked surprised as her eyes scanned the room, “Did you guys clean up?” she asked.
“Oh,” Jaimie said as if only then realising the place was clean, then looked questioningly at Catherine.
“You guys were asleep, and the place was a mess...” Catherine explained and then had to stabilise the coffee in her hand when Hilary clutched onto her side to offer a hug of gratitude.
“Thank you, friend! Where were you last night?” Hilary asked as she settled back in her seat.
“She was with
you-know-who,” Jaimie answered teasingly and Hilary frowned for a few seconds before the realisation dawned on her.
“The dangerous guy?” Hilary asked almost disapprovingly as she looked curiously at Catherine for confirmation.
“Yeah...and I am not sure that it was the best decision,” Catherine said and sighed as she settled back in her seat.
“What?” Jaimie asked, frowning in confusion, “You told me that it went well.”
“I said that we slept together,” Catherine corrected her, and both of her friends looked surprised at her, as if expecting the worst, “
That part of it was great...” Catherine added quickly to ease their wild imaginations.
“...But you’re not into him?” Hilary asked, trying to fit the pieces of the puzzle together.
“I don’t know. He’s...weird,” Catherine offered, but found that the description was not adequate.
“What do you mean, ‘weird’?” Jaimie asked, then her eyes widened before she dramatically added, “Is he into, like, weird stuff?”
“No!” Catherine immediately denied. She frowned at herself – surely bondage and spanking was classified as weird? Too mortified to conform that with her friends, she then continued with a half-truth, “He wants...
more,” she finally settled on, thinking that her choice of words were wonderfully ambiguous.
“Wow...” Hilary said, “That escalated quickly!” she said and they giggled.
“I know right...” Catherine said once they settled down again and sipped on her coffee, “I don’t know what to do.”
“Well,” Jaimie said, preparing herself to offer more wholesome advice, “Why don’t you want more?”
“Well... I am not sure if I can handle him,” Catherine explained, another wonderfully ambiguous truth.
“
Handle him?” Hilary asked sceptically, and Catherine wondered if she was onto her hidden meanings.
“He’s quite intense,” Catherine explained quickly.
“Ahh...” Hilary said thoughtfully as she considered it, “Well, you’re totally not intense. You’re super relaxed. Maybe it’s a good balance,” she reasoned.
“Good point,” Jaimie said as she nodded her head in agreement, “The whole ‘opposites attract’ thing.”
“You think?” Catherine said thoughtfully.
Dom vs. sub? “If you’re uncertain, just take some time and think about it,” Hilary said and smiled reassuringly at Catherine, and for a second Catherine felt like everything in the world was at peace.
“But not too long,” Jaimie added warningly, “Because then you might miss your shot.”
“Oh...” Catherine said, drawn from her second of bliss, wondering if she had already ruined all of her chances by walking out on him this morning? “Yeah, I’ll think about it,” she concluded and then stood up, “You guys still coming over for dinner tonight?” Catherine asked as she retrieved her handbag.
“For sure!” Hilary announced and then looked almost shy before she added, “Is it okay if Greg joins us?” she asked with a faint blush colouring her cheeks.
Oh, God. Will I have to put up with that all evening? “Yeah, sure,” Catherine said instead, “Is there anything he doesn’t eat?”
“Hmmmmm, I don’t think so,” Hilary said as her eyes widened in hesitance, “I’ll message you!”
“Does Billy want to come?” Catherine asked Jaimie, and a huge smile broke across her friend’s face, as if it only dawned on her then that that was a possibility.
“I’ll ask him!” Jaimie announced excitedly as she reached for her phone.
“Okay,” Catherine said and quickly gave both of her friends tight hugs, “Thanks for listening. You guys are awesome,” she said before she greeted them and left.
Catherine slowly strolled down the street in the direction of her apartment, loving the feel of the sun on her skin. Her heart rate suddenly picked up when she walked past Chino’s, thinking about how thankful she was that Devon had not torn this dress off of her body as well, as he had said he thought of doing. So according to her friends, opposites attract and she must take time to think about things, but not too much time.
Bah. Catherine walked into the quaint grocery store where she usually did her shopping. It did not look like much from outside, but the produce was always fresh and delicious. She decided to buy a leg of lamb, seasonable vegetables, and a couple of bottles of wine, as well as fruits and ice-cream for dessert. She awkwardly carried the two bags of groceries in both arms as she made her way home, wondering to herself why she did not rather take a cab. She was out of breath when she reached her apartment building and struggled to unlock the doors leading to the foyer while holding everything in her arms. Luckily, a neighbour made his way out just as she was about to place her bags on the ground.
“Thanks,” she said thankfully as he held the door open for her. She scurried inside and quickly caught the elevator to her floor. Soon she was inside of her apartment and quickly placed the ice-cream in the freezer. She then proceeded to open all of the windows, letting the fresh summer air fill the apartment as she went to the bathroom and at last took a shower. She finally felt more like herself when she stepped out of the shower and ran a comb through her hair, applied moisturisers all over her body and then donned panties, shorts and a tank top.
Catherine tied her wet hair up in a bun on top of her head and put on music before she went to the kitchen. She put on an apron and then proceeded to base the lamb with olive oil, rosemary and garlic, before placing it in the oven to slow cook for a few hours. She also chopped up the fruit and mixed it all together in a large bowl, which she placed in the fridge for later. Finally washing and peeling the vegetables, she rested it in a bowl until she could add it with the lamb later on. Pleased with her progress, she decided to kill the last few hours before her friends would come over for dinner by painting.
She walked over to the painting of the white woman-wolf she had been working on. Then immediately regretted it, as all of her thoughts of Devon came rushing back. She sighed as she sat down in front of the easel, reaching for the paint and squeezing some onto a pallet before she slowly continued painting, softly singing along to the music. One of the things that she loved the most about painting was that she could completely lose herself in what she was doing – experience complete flow.
Time passed quickly once she was engrossed in the painting and soon her whole apartment was filled with the delicious scent of the lamb. She gave a soft, contented sigh as she stood up and walked to the kitchen, adding the veggies to the meat and pouring herself a glass of wine before she plonked down on the couch in her living room.
She wondered what Devon was doing. She reached for her phone and scrolled to his number, her eyes fixed on his profile picture as she considered messaging him. He had not messaged her today, so surely that means he did not think much of her having left? Hell, he probably found it more convenient that way. She sighed heavily and lounged back in her seat, taking a big gulp of wine as she felt sorry for herself. She felt so mixed towards this guy.
There was a knock on her front door and Catherine frowned as she was pulled out of her disgruntled musings, immediately standing up and heading towards the door. She could hear Hilary and Jaimie arguing on the other side of the door and rolled her eyes as she pulled it open.
“I don’t have it!” Jaimie insisted as she stepped in and gave Catherine a kiss on the cheek.
“I know you have it!” Hilary insisted and hugged Catherine, but Jaimie simply murmured something under her breath as she proceeded to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine, “Cath, this is Greg,” Hilary introduced, looking very coy as she stepped aside and allowed the tall, dark-haired man to come inside.
“Hi, pleased to meet you,” Greg said politely as he shook Catherine’s hand.
“Likewise,” Catherine said and returned his smile as she closed the door behind him.
“Hmmmmmmmm! Smells. Divine,” Hilary said as she also walked to the kitchen and retrieved a beer for herself and Greg. Catherine joined Jaimie on the couch, sipping on her wine as her friend basically downed her whole glass.
“No Billy?” Catherine asked as she looked sympathetically at her friend.
“Screw Billy,” Jaimie said and cast a disgruntled look to Hilary as she giggled at something Greg whispered into her ear. Catherine grimaced, understanding the pain that Jaimie most probably had to endure the whole day.
“We don’t need Billy’s,” Catherine said and nudged Jaimie encouragingly, who gave Catherine an unconvinced look as she stood up and went to top up her glass. Catherine sighed and shrugged, not knowing what else to do to cheer up Jaimie. Once she was set on a mood, it was hard to break.
“Ohhhh, this looks interesting!” Hilary said enthusiastically, drawing Catherine’s attention to where they stood observing her incomplete painting on the easel. Catherine smiled and walked over to them, standing next to them to look at it.
“Thanks,” Catherine said as she wrapped her one arm around her middle and took a sip of wine as she looked the painting.
“What’s it supposed to be?” Greg asked, and she tried to suppress a smile as she saw the confused expression on his face. He seemed more like a left-brain-person.
“A tiger woman,” Catherine explained simply, but could not hide the amusement from her eyes as she looked at Hilary.
“Is this one of
the paintings?” Hilary asked tongue-in-cheek, latching onto Greg’s side as she looked interestingly at Catherine.
“
The...?” Catherine asked, feigning confusion as she awkwardly tugged her earlobe.
“One of the paintings inspired by your muse!” Hilary announced, and Jaimie was almost instantly at their side. Catherine cleared her throat awkwardly as Jaimie’s wide eyes scanned over the painting.
“This was just a dream I had,” Catherine answered, hoping to focus their attention on that, and away from Devon.
“Why is she bent over on her hands and knees like that?” Jaimie asked confusedly as she put her hand on her hip and scrutinized the picture, “And what are those black things grabbing onto her? Hands?”
“Yeah...” Catherine answered dismissively as she walked over to the couch and took a seat.
“Hmmm,” Jaimie said and continued observing the painting as Greg and Hilary each took a seat, one on the couch and one on the armchair. At least they would be easier to talk to if they were not whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears the whole time. Catherine looked nervously at Jaimie as she stood in front of the painting, now doing something on her phone.
“So you’re a, ah, art student?” Greg asked conversationally, drawing Catherine’s attention to him.
“Yeah,” Catherine answered and smiled at him, “And you?”
“Law student,” Greg answered and smiled broadly.
Go figure. “Awesome,” Catherine replied and then turned to look at Jaimie as she plonked down on the seat next to her.
“So you want to be an art teacher or something?” Greg continued, and Catherine tried not to roll her eyes at the guy.
“I want to open a gallery one day,” Catherine answered, but did not take her eyes off Jaimie as she tried to read what her friend was doing.
“Okay,” Jaimie announced as she looked at Catherine, “You said that was a dream, right?” she asked and looked expectantly at Catherine.
“Yes...” Catherine replied with a frown on her face. Jaimie nodded and scrolled down the screen, then paused before continuing.
“Okay, so...according to this website, to dream about a tiger...‘represents power and your ability to exert it’... blah blah blah,
oh!” she said and looked suggestively at Catherine before she continued, “‘it also represents female sexuality, aggression and seduction!’” she finished off, and the others joined with an ‘oooooh’.
Catherine felt a blush creep onto her cheeks, but rolled her eyes and looked disinterestedly at her friends, “Yeah, yeah,” she murmured as she took a sip of her wine.
“Now I know why that tiger woman was on all fours!” Jaimie said jokingly and they all burst out laughing. Catherine found herself smiling inwardly and wondering if they knew how true it was, but managed to roll her eyes at her friends again as she stood up and went to check on the food. She slipped on the oven mittens and took the food out of the oven, placing it on the granite counter as its delicious scent filled the room. She retrieved a knife and fork from the drawer and started cutting the meat into slices while she listened to her friends’ conversation. She frowned and looked up when she heard the buzzer of her front door ring, but returned to cutting the meat when Hilary stood up to answer the door.
“Uh, Cath?” Hilary asked and Catherine turned her eyes to her friend’s confused expression, “I think it’s Devon?” she said confusedly as she indicated to the small monitor. Catherine’s eyes widened as she loudly discarded the knife and fork on the counter, hurriedly making her way to Hilary. Jaimie decided to join in on the action as well and immediately rushed over to the window, where she excitedly peered down at the street.
“Ahhhh, I can see him!” Jaimie announced and Hilary immediately joined her, where both of them stood gaping and giggling, “Did you invite him?” Jaimie asked and playfully pushed against Catherine’s shoulder.
“No!” Catherine said, unable to take her eyes off of the monitor showing Devon’s slightly annoyed face. By this stage Greg had also joined her two friends, and Catherine jumped when Devon rang the buzzer more insistently, “I, uh... I’ll be right back,” Catherine announced.
She ignored her friends’ protests and demands for him to come upstairs, quickly putting on her slippers and closing the door behind her before she impatiently waited for the lift. When she stepped out of the elevator she could see Devon through the glass doors leading outside. His eyes narrowed on her as she cautiously stepped through the door to join him outside.
The air outside was still warm, but the coolness had just begun to settle in around them as the sun had just set. He was wearing black jeans and a grey t-shirt, his hair styled in a slight Mohawk. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and she could see the suspicious expression on his face, as if he was trying to determine if she was a friend or a foe.
“Hey...” Catherine said awkwardly as she stepped down a few steps, but stopped when she was at eyelevel with him.
“Catherine,” Devon replied simply as his eyes scanned over her face, scrutinizing her features, “You disappeared this morning,” he said after they just stood there in silence for a while.
“Uh...” Catherine managed, chiding herself mentally for sounding like an idiot, “Yeah, I had some errands to run,” she lied. He raised his one eyebrow and she knew that he was not buying it. He climbed the one step, standing very close to her as he once against stood taller than her.
“Errands that involve you not inviting me upstairs?” Devon asked, and she could not help but frown at the suspicion she heard in his tone of voice. She wrapped her arms around herself – damn him – and narrowed her eyes on him. However, she immediately regretted this when she saw that intense spark in his eyes ignite. She leaned backwards to escape his proximity and glanced behind him at people walking past in order to avoid his intense gaze, “Well?” he demanded as he suddenly gripped her chin and turned her face towards his again.
“I was just with my friends,” Catherine answered, her voice breaking slightly at the end of the sentence as she let her arms fall to her sides. She hated her weakness at that moment, but managed to meet his gaze as she stared into his eyes. It was like he possessed the ability to disarm her with one look. She hated that.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sounding surprisingly concerned as he studied her features carefully.
“N–nothing,” she stuttered unconvincingly and instinctively climbed up another step, but the distance did not really help when his invasive eyes did not leave her. She tucked her a few loose strands of hair behind her ears as she looked back at him, resisting the strong urge to wrap her arms around herself.
“Out with it,” he ordered simply, and she could not decide if the look in his eyes were encouraging or a warning.
What could she say? She had woken up blissfully content at his side, looking at his peaceful face as he slept next to her. Then all of the memories from the evening before returned, leaving her feeling extremely overwhelmed by what she had agreed to. She first chided herself mentally, thinking that she was being way too fickle. But she could not shake the uncertainty. Had she really agreed to just be a sex toy for this guy to play his fantasies out on? However, if she was being fair, how could she determine where his fantasies stopped and hers started? Her inexperienced brain could not fathom all of these feelings. She had only been in one semi-serious relationship before, and now she was someone’s
sub?!
“Having second thoughts, then,” he commented, as if he had been reading her thoughts. She frowned at him, wondering if he had surpassed the rest of mankind and developed mind reading abilities. When his expression remained unchanged, she slowly nodded her head at him, “Why exactly?” he asked. Catherine tried to arrange her thoughts as all the various reasons flooded her mind.
“I–” she started, but stopped when she was interrupted.
“Hey lovebirds!” Jaimie shouted from Catherine’s window, making both of them look up. Then Hilary’s poked her head through the window as she stood next to Jaimie, followed by Greg joining as well, the three of them looking interestingly at Catherine and Devon on the sidewalk.
“Are we going to eat, or what?” Hilary shouted and waved her hand for them to join them upstairs. Catherine’s eyes shot to Devon, her eyes anxiously darting over his features. He had a small smirk playing about his lips as he raised an eyebrow at her, observing her almost challengingly while his hands, unbeknownst to her, fisted in his pockets.
“Well?” Devon asked sarcastically as his eyes did not leave hers.
“...Would you like to join us for dinner?” Catherine asked quietly as she observed him through guarded eyes.
“I am rather famished,” he said as he climbed onto the same step that she was standing on and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, guiding her into her own apartment building. He did not remove his arm as they stood and waited for the lift, nor when they stood in silence travelling upwards. She tried to step out of his embrace when they walked to the open door of her apartment where Hilary, Jaimie and Greg stood waiting, but he simply tightened his grip on her shoulder and kept her firmly anchored to his side.
“...Guys, this is Devon...” Catherine introduced as everyone’s eyes were on him.
“Hello, again,” Jaimie chirped cheerily as she held her hand out to him, “We met at Xtasia that night,” she felt the need to remind him, “I’m Jaimie.”
“Pleased to meet you – again,” Devon replied with a faint smile playing about his lips as he shook her hand.
“I’m Hilary, we also met you that night,” Hilary said cautiously, but Catherine could see her suspicion waver slightly as Devon grinned broadly at her.
“Greg,” he introduced himself and they shared a sturdy handshake as they clearly tried to measure each other.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Catherine asked and this time managed to tactfully slip out of his embrace as she walked towards the kitchen and looked at him over her shoulder, waiting for an answer.
“Yes,” he said simply, and followed her to the kitchen. Catherine swallowed hard and stood on the other side of the counter, wanting to put space in between them. He followed her there too and had a smirk on his face, as if he was planning on making this as uncomfortable for her as possible.
“I have beer and wine...” Catherine offered, casting a look at her friends who were huddled together as they conversed in intense whispers.
“Beer. Please,” Devon replied as he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, still smirking at her in that annoying fashion. She nodded and walked over to the fridge, retrieving a beer and opening it up before handing it to him. He waited until she looked into his eyes before he took the beer from her hand, deliberately brushing his fingers lightly over her skin as he took the drink, “Thanks.”
“Pleasure...” Catherine said as she turned away from him and continued cutting the meat before carrying the dish to the table. Hilary and Jaimie helped her set the table, giving her broad grins and even a thumbs-up as Devon and Greg chatted by themselves in the living room.
“Dinner’s ready,” Jaimie announced and they all were quickly seated at the table. They sat there for a few seconds before Catherine realised they were waiting for a prayer or something.
“Tuck in!” Catherine announced as she reached for a bread roll and soon all of their plates were filled with food as they ate and chatted excitedly.
Devon sat next to her, but even though he rarely looked at her, she somehow knew that he was just as aware of her as she was of him. It did not take long until her friends were eating out of the palm of his hand, hanging on every word he spoke. He and Greg seemed to have already formed some sort of a bro-ship, as they already had inside jokes that no one else understood. Catherine, however, was hyperaware of his every move. She could feel his leg brushing against hers every once in a while. He rested his hand on her thigh, maybe once or twice. She could catch a whiff of his delicious scent whenever he reached for something on the table or used his hands to gesture as he spoke. Pretty soon she found herself struggling to focus on anything besides him as she slowly chewed her food and pretended to be paying attention to what her friends were saying. Maybe she was a bit more wrapped up in him than he was in her...
Once they were finished Catherine quickly cleared the plates – hers barely touched – and retrieved the fruit salad and ice-cream from the fridge. Not feeling like a very attentive host, she simply placed everything on the table so that each person could help themselves. She was only slightly lightheaded as she continued sipping on her wine, not wanting dessert. She found herself not minding when he rested his arm over the back of her chair, or later on when his hand smoothed its way up the bare skin of her inner thigh as they sat at the table. If anyone else at the table noticed, they gave no indication of it.
Soon they were all seated in the living room while Catherine cleaned up, observing them curiously from the kitchen as they chatted. He did seem to fit in easily enough with her friends. But then again, he probably could fit in with any crowd. He just seemed like one of those social chameleons. When everything was more or less in place, Catherine walked to the living room and retrieved a large lounge pillow, planning to seat herself on the floor as all the couches were in use. Instead, Devon reached out and grabbed her hand, smiling at her as he tugged her towards him until she settled on his lap. Her friends did not even raise an eyebrow or give a sideways glance, and she found herself relaxing in his embrace as his hand leisurely traced up and down her side while he and Greg continued a heated discussion. Was it the wine that made her relaxed in his company? Would she wake up completely freaked out the next morning? Space!
“Coffee, anyone?” Catherine asked as she stood up from him and looked at everyone.
“Hmmmm, we should actually get going,” Hilary said and smiled at Greg. Jaimie rolled her eyes, but nodded in agreement nonetheless.
“Okay,” Catherine said and smiled at her friends as everyone gathered up their belongings and headed to the door. Devon, however, looked like he owned the place and the look on his face indicated that he did not intend on leaving. Catherine’s heart started racing and she stalled the goodbyes as long as she could, but soon she and Devon were left alone in her apartment. She turned around and faced him, and found that he was looking directly at her, his sociable demeanour suddenly replaced by a more intimidating one. He looked at her for a while before he leaned closer, but simply reached past her and locked the front door, smiling when he saw her flinch slightly.
“You ran out on my, little one,” he said softly. Her mouth fell slightly agape, fully intending on protesting, but she found herself not being able to. A defeated look crossed her face and her shoulders sagged slightly as she sighed softly.
“I’m sorry...” she said finally and rubbed her hands over her face before she looked at him again, “I guess I was just a little overwhelmed,” she said, surprised at how easily the words came out.
“Hmhmm?” he murmured, urging her to continue. She sighed again and slowly stepped past him as she walked over to the couch and sat down, kicking off her slippers and pulling her legs up to her chest as he sat down next to her. She looked at him for a while, but could not exactly place his expression as he waited patiently for her to gather her thoughts.
“How old are you anyway?” she suddenly blurted out and saw an amused frown settle on his handsome face.
“Twenty six,” he answered as he rested his arm over the backrest, “Want to see my ID?”
“That’s alright,” she said and laughed as she looked at him, feeling slightly more at ease. They sat in silence again and she desperately thought of something to say, “Listen, I know that it was not very tactful of me to just...well, make a run for it, I guess. Especially after you talked so openly to me about your...lifestyle. And I know that I agreed to...you know, be a ‘sub’,” she said, quoting with her fingers, “But I just don’t know if I am cut out for it,” she ended, swallowing hard and looking anxiously at him.
“Hmm,” he said as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, the look in his eyes suddenly serious as he seemed to be gathering his thoughts as well, “Maybe I rushed you into it... I am not accustomed to training subs,” he said after a while. She suddenly remembered that she probably had to breathe, her heart pounding in her ears as she listened intently to his words, “But you can’t deny that you enjoyed it?” he asked-stated.
“...No...” she admitted and wrapped her arms around her legs.
“Ah. Could it be,” he said conversationally as he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “that you are over thinking things, slightly?” he asked, the corner of his mouth curved up in an amused smirk. Catherine frowned slightly as she looked into his eyes and considered his words.
“Perhaps...” she admitted reluctantly and sighed heavily.
“Well,” he said as he grinned at her, and she could not help but return his smile shyly, “If you were ‘perhaps’,” he said, using her quoting gesture, “over thinking things, is this possibly just a bump in the road?” he asked, still grinning at her.
“...Perhaps,” she answered, trying to hide her smile.
“Then it’s settled,” he announced.
“W–” she started, but was interrupted when he suddenly stood up and bent over her, making her yelp as he easily scooped her up in his arms and started carrying her towards the bedroom.
Seriously!? She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her and could see the smile playing about his lips. He stopped at the foot of her bed and slowly let her slide down his hard body as he set her down on her feet in front of him. Her hands still rested on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her against his body as he smoothed his hands up her back. He raised his hands and undid her hair, letting her damp curls cascade down her back before he then fisted his hand in her hair. He tilted her head back and exposed her neck, leaning down and placing surprisingly soft kisses along her neck, pausing to feel her racing pulse against his lips.
“Hmmm,” he murmured approvingly against her skin before he pulled away and looked into her eyes, “I’ll take it a bit slower this time,” he said softly. Catherine looked into his dark eyes and found herself slowly nodding her head, unable to find the words. He cupped her face and lowered his face to hers, pressing his lips against hers and kissing her deeply, slowly. His hands slipped into her hair and his grip tightened as their kiss deepened, both of them moaning and breathing heavily in between kisses. Catherine wrapped her arms tightly around him and fisted her hands in his shirt, desperately clinging to him as he moved tongue against hers. She heard him groaning from deep within his throat as he held onto her shoulders and pushed her back slightly, his eyes glancing at her slightly parted wet lips. He reached for the hem of her shirt, impatiently tugging off her shirt as she hurriedly raised her arms above her head. He slipped it off before he captured her wrists that she held above her head, grinning deviously at her before he slowly interlaced their fingers and then lowered their hands, keeping them trapped behind her back as her naked breasts pressed against his chest.
Catherine could not help but moan as he hungrily bit his way along her neck and shoulder, his teeth almost painfully sinking into her skin before he released her hands and impatiently started undoing the buttons of her shorts, pushing it as well as her panties off of her hips. She stood completely naked in front of him as he stepped back, his hands smoothing over the curves of her body as his eyes greedily took in every inch of her.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured under his breath before he bent down and captured a nipple in his mouth, making her moan loudly as she fisted her hand in his hair, resting her other hand on his shoulder. He slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of her as he kissed her lower stomach, his hands gripping her ass and pulling her tightly against him.
“Devon...” she whispered breathlessly as she rested her hands on his broad shoulders, loving the way his stubble scratched against her skin and how his warm hands made her skin tingle wherever he touched. She could feel him growling against her skin as he guided her backwards until she lay down on the bed. He spread her legs wide and looked hungrily at her pussy, making Catherine moan as she closed her eyes and she rolled her head back. He kissed and bit along her inner thighs, his hands smoothing over her outer thighs and holding her hips in place as he slowly licked a circle around her clit. Catherine moaned loudly and reached down to hold onto the back of his head as he sucked on her swollen clit, making her quiver involuntarily with every flick of his tongue. His hands easily pressed her down into the mattress as he ate out her pussy, picking up the pace and the pressure of his tongue on her clit. Catherine completely let go and just surrendered to the sensation as she squirmed and breathed heavily while he kept her captive, making her scream loudly when she started coming on his tongue. She shivered and fisted her hands in the sheets, feeling him growl against her pussy as he eagerly lapped up her pussy juices.
She was breathing heavily and in a dazed post-orgasmic state as she lay on the bed, only half aware as he stood up and quickly took off his clothes. She felt the bed dip slightly with his weight and opened her eyes to see him settling on top of her. He immediately captured her lips with his and they shared a deep, wet kiss as he settled in between her thighs. She broke their kiss and moaned against his lips when she felt the head of his cock rubbing through her wet pussy lips, gasping against his lips and digging her nails into his back when he suddenly pushed his thick cock all the way inside of her. He groaned and bit her neck hard when he felt her tight pussy clenching around his cock, immediately moving his hips as he loved the way his cock stretched her with every thrust. Desperate moans escaped her lips and she wrapped her legs tightly around him, her nails painfully digging into his skin as he started picking up the pace. He lifted himself up and grabbed her arms, forcefully pinning her hands above her head as he fucked her hard and deep, the sound of her loud screams over his grunts filling the room. He watched her face as he pushed her over the edge once again, seeing her throw her head back before she started shivering desperately as she came on his cock. He continued thrusting hard into her tightening pussy, gripping the headboard that was banging against the wall and pinching his eyes closed as he came deep inside of her.
He settled his weight on top of her and buried his head in the crook of her neck, both of them breathing deeply as they lay together in a sweaty, tangled mess. He was almost ready to fall asleep when he felt her soft hands gently trailing up and down his back. He lifted his head and smiled lazily at her as he looked into her beautiful brown eyes. She stifled a yawn and returned his smile before he rolled off of her, stretching out and rubbing his hands over his face before glancing at her alarm clock. Catherine sat up in bed and sat with her back resting against the headboard as she watched Devon standing up and then getting dressed. She frowned at this, having expected him to spend the night like he did last time. But she supposed he also had a life.
“I’ll be out of town for a few days. Fucking franchises,” he grumbled under his breath. Catherine’s frown deepened and she wondered if this was just a quick, lame excuse before she would never see him again. No, it did not add up – why would he approach her again in the first place if he wanted a quick escape? He turned around once he was dressed and she quickly turned her eyes to his.
“Okay,” she said simply as she smiled weakly at him. His eyes narrowed slightly on her and she feared that he once again somehow managed to read her mind. He sauntered over to her and looked at her for a few seconds before he reached out and gripped her chin, turning her face up to his.
“Come to dinner with me on Thursday,” he ordered softly as he looked intently into her eyes.
“...Okay,” she replied softly, feeling compelled to give in to his will under his intense gaze.
“And wear the dress I got you,” he added before he placed a quick kiss on her lips and then let go of her chin. He started walking away from her, but then paused and turned to look at her again, “And remember, sweetling... anything could happen. It’s all up to you,” he said with one last smirk before he turned around and left.
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