Sexual Awakening
Chapter Six – Restraint
Catherine clutched the towel to her chest and frowned at the undergarments arranged all over her bed. She picked up the black set and placed it next to the navy blue one, frowning at the selection before she decided to rather go with the black pair. It would suit the black stilettos she was planning on wearing underneath the blue dress Devon had given her. She quickly slipped on the undergarments and could not resist walking to the mirror on the inside of her cupboard door, holding her wet hair up as she stood on her toes and posed this way and that. She grinned at her own reflection, feeling deviously decadent in the newly acquired items.
She sat down at her vanity and started blow drying her hair, after which she tied it up in a bun so that it will create smooth, wavy curls. She took her rarely used make-up from the top drawer of the vanity and arranged it all in front of her before she took her time applying it. She decided to make her eyes smoky, applying eyeliner, dark eye shadow and mascara. She raised an eyebrow at her reflection and absentmindedly reached for her phone as it beeped.
17:43 At Chino’s, wanna join me for a cuppa? xxxxjxxx
17:43 Getting ready for a date! eek!
She was just about to put the phone down when it beeped in her hand.
17:44 Can I come help!?!?
17:44 PLEASE! x
Catherine continued with her make-up and eventually undid her hair, letting it cascade down her back, but frowned when her stubborn hair decided curl every way except the way she wanted it to. She glared at her hair and tried various techniques to get it to bend to her will, but to no avail. She was interrupted from her thoughts of hacking it all off when she heard Jaimie stepping into her apartment, apparently having made use of her emergency key.
“Cath?” Jaimie called and Catherine quickly stood up and wrapped the silk robe around her lingerie-clad body.
“In here!” Catherine called out and was tying the sash of the robe around her middle when Jaimie stepped into the room, holding a takeaway coffee in each hand.
“Ohhhhhh, aren’t we looking sexy?” Jaimie said as she put the coffee down on the vanity and smiled brightly at Catherine.
“Thanks...” Catherine said and reached for the coffee, immediately taking a greedy sip of the warm liquid.
“Where is he taking you?” Jaimie asked as she plonked down on the bed, not even batting an eyelash as she lay amidst all of the lingerie.
“Um... I actually don’t know,” Catherine said as she seated herself behind the vanity and looked at Jaimie’s reflection in the mirror. She saw a confused frown creasing Jaimie’s beautiful face.
“Oh... what time is he picking you up?” Jaimie asked as she sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Catherine struggled with her hair.
“Uh...not sure, really...” Catherine said weakly and shrugged as Jaimie gave her a strange look.
“Are you sure it is a date?” Jaimie asked as she stood up and swatted Catherine’s hands away from her hair, taking control of the mass of curls.
“I’m certain...I think,” Catherine replied and flinched slightly as Jaimie ran her hands through Catherine’s hair none too gently. Jaimie reached for hair product on the vanity and started working her magic until the hair eventually started settling into a semi-decent state.
“It better be. Else he’d have to answer to me,” Jaimie said after a while as she was engrossed in the task, and Catherine could not help but giggle at the thought of a Jaimie-Devon showdown. “Oh yeah,” Jaimie said with a goofy grin in response to Catherine’s giggle, tugging her hair teasingly as an indication of her strength. Catherine could not help but think that Devon had a much firmer grip.
Jaimie then stepped back from Catherine and admired her handiwork. Catherine turned her eyes back to her own reflection and grinned broadly, feeling very pleased that her friend had come to her rescue.
“Thanks, Jaims!” Catherine said as she stood up and walked over to her closet, pulling out the dusty blue dress. Jaimie frowned at her and took the dress out of her hands, holding it up to Catherine’s body, apparently deciding if it was the best dress to go with.
“Hmm, it’s difficult to decide what to wear if he didn’t tell you where you’re going,” Jaimie mused as she moved around a few hangers in Catherine’s closet in pursuit of another dress.
“This will do,” Catherine said awkwardly as she took the dress from Jaimie’s hands before then taking it off of the hanger.
“You don’t want something that will simply
do,” Jaimie chided as she pulled out a little black number Catherine has never been brave enough to wear.
“Uh, Jaims...he kind of insisted I wear this,” Catherine said finally as she took off the robe and then slipped on the dress, smiling at Jaimie’s confused expression as she tugged the dress down her body before zipping it up.
“
Insisted?” Jaimie said thoughtfully as she sat down on the vanity’s chair and faced Catherine, “I suppose he could be quite convincing...” she concluded with a devious grin on her face. Catherine rolled her eyes at Jaimie and went to stand in front of the mirror.
“He got me this dress after he–” Catherine said, but stopped midsentence after she realised what she was saying. She turned her head and looked at Jaimie over her shoulder, who was basically sitting on the edge of her seat in anticipation.
“After...?” Jaimie asked curiously and her grin broadened when she saw a blush creep onto Catherine’s cheeks, “Oh my God! I bet he tore it off of you with his teeth!” she shrieked excitedly and Catherine could not help but laugh and shake her head.
“Not with his teeth...” Catherine replied, but did not elaborate any further. Jaimie laughed delightedly and walked over to Catherine, giving her a tight hug.
“Well, my work here is done!” Jaimie announced as she held Catherine at arm’s length and looked approvingly at her, “Now let’s just hope that he shows up!” she said as she turned and collected her coffee and bag.
“He will,” Catherine said with certainty as she walked Jaimie to the door.
“Call me with all the deets!” Jaimie announced as she waved at Catherine one last time before stepping into the elevator.
Catherine shook her head and smiled to herself as she walked back to her bedroom and put on perfume, giving herself one final onceover before she headed to the living room. She stood around and sat around for a while, feeling completely out of place by being all dressed up by herself in her home. She eventually retreated to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine, but jumped when the doorbell buzzed loudly. She quickly down the wine before heading over to the intercom, buzzing the door open for Devon, whose silhouette looked very dapper on the tiny monitor. She opened her front door and waited anxiously as she saw the elevator travelling up to her floor, and plastered a bright smile on her face to mask her nervousness. The doors opened and Devon stood completely still inside of the elevator, observing her through hidden eyes. He finally took a step forward and sauntered over to her, his suit clearly tailor-made as it moved along with his predator like movements.
“Catherine,” he said when he stood in front of her, a sexy smirk on his face as he observed her features, “Stunning. That dress looks even better on you than I could ever have imagined,” he said as he cupped her face and lowered his face to hers, but stopped before their lips could touch. Catherine found a smile creeping onto her face as she covered his hands with hers, loving his warm touch and delicious scent.
“Thank you,” she said softly, but felt slightly disappointed when he pulled away from her without a kiss and offered her his arm instead. Her eyes widened slightly and she indicated for him to hold on a second, to which his eyes narrowed slightly as she quickly went back inside and collected her clutch. She pulled the door closed behind her and then rested her hand on the crook of his arm as he guided her to the elevator, which had not yet travelled downstairs again. They stepped in and he pressed the ground floor button before the lift took them down.
“I trust that you had a good week so far,” he commented casually as a small smirk played about his lips.
“The best,” she commented equally as casually, but could not help and return his secretive grin. The lift stopped and he guided her outside, his car beeping at them as he unlocked it. He opened the passenger door for her and then quickly headed to the other side of the car before he got in behind the wheel, the engine roaring to life before he turned a disapproving frown on her.
“Seatbelt,” he said simply and she hurriedly reached to secure herself upon his order. He then pulled away and guided the car into the dark streets, both of them sitting in silence for a while.
“Did your trip go well?” Catherine asked eventually as she looked at him in the dimly lit car. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and nodded his head.
“Very well,” he answered as he took a left turn, “We’re opening a few franchises in other cities. Although it’s great for business, letting other people into a well oiled machine is hard work,” he spoke casually while he rested his hand on her knee as they waited at a red light.
“I can imagine...” Catherine said vaguely, not really knowing what contributions she could make when it came to business.
“How is it going at varsity?” he asked as he removed his hand from her leg and pulled away after the light turned green. The question caught her off guard and she thought about it for a second before answering.
“Also good,” she said as she interlaced her fingers in her lap, “I had a test on philosophy today, which can go either way. But I’ve been working a lot on my practical work, and have completed a few paintings for the exhibition at the end of the year, so that is good,” she said, suddenly realising how completely at ease she had grown to him.
“Ah, that’s a nice goal to work towards. An exhibition,” he commented as he started slowing down and then parallel parked the car with ease.
“Yeah... I mean, they try really hard to make it like the real thing, but it is still pretty superficial. I can’t wait to feel the rush of having my work on display at a real gallery,” she said and turned her face to smile at him. He had a crooked smile on his face as he looked at her and nodded his head slowly.
“We’re here,” he said and indicated with his eyebrows to the restaurant. Catherine turned her head to look at the place – Gigiovanni’s. She quickly followed suit when Devon got out of the car, but he was already on the sidewalk, holding his hand out to her to help her out of the car. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders as he casually guided her towards the restaurant. A model-like hostess with short dark hair turned her eyes upon them and smiled brightly at Devon.
“Good evening, Mr. Morgan,” the hostess greeted him, “Follow me, please,” she said politely and the two of them trailed behind her. She led them to a veranda at the back of the restaurant that was dimly lit with a few fairy lights hanging overhead, soft jazz music mingled with the chatter of people. Numerous small tables were scattered all over the veranda, which overlooked a serene dam and park. The hostess gave an elaborate gesture for them to take a seat at the table, before turning her bright smile on Devon once again, “Can I interest you in something to drink?” she asked politely.
“Yes. Please bring us a bottle of your finest red,” he said, to which she nodded before departing. Devon turned his attention back on Catherine and sat forward in his seat, a secretive smile on his face as his eyes scanned her features leisurely.
“Come here often?” Catherine asked seemingly casually, but actually wondering why the hostess knew him by name.
“Whenever the occasion arises,” Devon replied casually as he sat back in his seat, his eyes not leaving hers as he resumed his wonderfully sexy lounged position.
“Business and things?” Catherine pursued further and she could see his teeth flash as he grinned.
“Miss Bennington. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you are trying to find out how frequently and for what purposes I visit this establishment,” he remarked sarcastically, his eyes dancing with amusement. Catherine felt her cheeks burning as she turned her eyes to her hands in her lap, avoiding his gaze.
“Good evening, Mr. Morgan,” a waiter said suddenly, making Catherine jump slightly in her seat, “Will the 2008 Pinotage do?” he asked as he held the bottle to show Devon the table.
“Yes,” Devon said simply and then proceeded to take a sip of the small amount the waiter poured in his glass. He nodded his head at the waiter, who obligingly filled both of their glasses.
The waiter then told them what was on the menu for that evening, and Devon placed an order for starter, main and dessert without consulting with Catherine. She did not know if it would be customary to feel flattered or peeved off by that. She felt a bit of both.
“To answer your previous hints,” Devon said as he gracefully swirled his wine in his glass before taking a sip, “I am a part owner of this restaurant.”
“Oh,” Catherine said and tried to hide her confusion as she looked into his eyes, “Is that what you do for a living? Invest in restaurants and bars?” she asked. She had just assumed that he was the owner and manager of Xtasia, but apparently not.
“Yeah,” Devon replied as he casually rested his hand on her knee and traced the bare skin with his thumb.
“My father is also into business and investment,” Catherine replied as she reached for her wine and took a sip. Her eyes widened slightly – it was damn good.
“Anyone I might know?” Devon asked and smiled gently at her as he watched her.
“Christopher Bennington?” Catherine said and then continued at his shrug, “He is more involved in the corporate world, I guess. He has always been quite private about those things,” she said and then her attention was drawn to a table of people squealing excitedly and popping a bottle of champagne.
“And your mother?” Devon asked, drawing her attention back to him.
“Hmm, my father insisted that she stay at home and raise me. She was always involved in charities and school functions, to the point of exhaustion,” Catherine said, smiling fondly at the thought of her mother. Devon returned her smile and looked at her over his glass as he took a sip.
“Do they live nearby?” he asked.
“In Menlyn, about 50 kilometres outside of the city. I grew up there,” she said and looked curiously at his face, wondering why he was so interested in her history all of a sudden.
“How about you?” Catherine asked.
“I grew up here, in the city,” Devon answered, but did not elaborate further when the waiter brought their starters. Catherine wanted to know more, but kept her curiosity under control until both of them had at least two bites.
“And your parents?” she asked, noting when the corner of his mouth curved in an almost rueful smile.
“My mother passed away when I was still a toddler,” he said and seemed to be avoiding Catherine’s sympathetic look, “My father is still alive and well, but living in the outskirts of city,” he said before he continued eating.
“Are you guys close?” Catherine asked, trying not to sound too curious. Devon finished his starter and placed his knife in fork together before leaning back in his seat.
“Hmm, close? I wouldn’t say that, no. Rather the type of relationship where we endure each other’s company maybe once a month,” he answered and studied her face carefully to read her response. Catherine could relate, as she and her father were not exactly close either. But at least she had an amazing mother to make up for that.
“I’m sorry,” was all that she could think of saying as she placed her knife and fork together without finishing her starter. Devon’s brow furrowed in a confused frown before he turned his eyes on her.
“Do you not like it?” he asked. Catherine’s eyes widened slightly as she looked down at her plate and then back at him.
“It’s lovely...” she said quickly, before feeling the need to jokingly add, “I am just leaving room for the rest of the meal I didn’t order.” Devon chuckled softly and shook his head as he looked at her with an amused expression on his face.
“Force of habit, I fear,” he remarked casually.
“What, to make decisions for other people?” she asked teasingly as she sipped on her wine.
“I told you that I make decisions for my subs where I see fit,” he said, his tone slightly more dangerous than before. Catherine turned her eyes on him and stared at him for a few seconds.
“Shouldn’t you know about any allergies before you take that upon yourself?” she asked, surprising herself by her forwardness. It must be the wine. To her surprise, Devon threw back his head and she heard him laughing heartily for the first time, and she loved it.
“You’re absolutely right,” he said as he turned his amused eyes on hers again, “In that case, are you allergic to anything?” he asked slightly more seriously.
“...No...” Catherine replied awkwardly, for the first time wishing that she was allergic to something, just so that she could prove a point.
“Ah, I see. May I just give a warning for future reference,” he said quietly, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as he leaned closer to her, “Do not question my authority unless you are willing to bear the consequences,” he said as he looked markedly into her eyes. Catherine felt a breath catch in her throat and could not tear her eyes away from his as she nodded slowly. She saw a satisfied look across his face as he settled back in his seat when the waiter brought their main course.
Catherine did not make any further comments about the food that evening, as the look in his eye indicated that he would not think anything about pulling her over his lap and giving her a good spanking right then and there. She knew that if that were to happen, the humiliation would be unbearable. But somehow whatever would come after that made her almost willing to push his buttons. She pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind and rather focused on him and what he had to say for the rest of the evening. It was the first time that they really got a chance to speak to one another and learn about each other – in a non-sexual way. However, she struggled to keep her thoughts from drifting to his raw masculinity and unreserved sexuality. She got a chance to observe his mannerisms, as well as got a taste of his viewpoints and his sense of humour, which all seemed to be adding to the package.
A while later he had his arm firmly around her waist as he guided her out of the restaurant, greeting people he knew as they passed. Catherine could not help and feel completely in awe of the powerful man at her side. Was it possible to be so enthralling and dangerous at the same time? Soon they were in his car and heading in the direction of his apartment. She sighed and relaxed in her seat as he confidently guided the car through the streets. She must have drifted asleep at some point, because she awoke when he switched off the engine of his car. She breathed in sharply through her nose and smiled sleepily at him.
“Must be the wine...” she explained as he smirked at her. He merely raised an eyebrow at her and then got out of the car. Catherine quickly got out as well, suddenly buzzing with energy at the thought of what was laying ahead. She followed him to the elevator and soon they stepped into his apartment where he closed the front door firmly behind her. The room was silent as she turned around and faced him, but was then taken aback by that spark she saw in his dark eyes. A small smirk played about his lips as he looked at her, and it did not matter that he was a few feet away, because if felt like he had her pinned with his captivating eyes.
Devon slowly started walking towards her, loving the way her pupils dilated in anticipation, how her lips parted and her chest heaved slightly with a breath of anticipation. God, she was passionate! If it was entirely up to him and his needs, he would throw her over his shoulder and tie her to his bed so that he could play out every fantasy imaginable on her. But he had to contain himself, especially considering that she had made a run for it the last time. He must be careful and gradually introduce her to the lifestyle.
“Catherine,” he said softly as he reached up and cupped her cheek, looking deeply into her beautiful eyes that were slightly hazy from the wine, as well as need.
“Devon,” she replied softly as she stepped closer to him and rested her hand against his chest. He growled softly at her and rested his hands on her shoulders, keeping at bay as his eyes scanned over her features. He was more accustomed to women who knew exactly where their place was in the relationship. She was different though, still inexperienced and willing to try new things. He found the idea of training her enthralling.
He pulled her closer to him, crushing her small frame against his as he lowered his head and kissed her for the first time that evening, hungrily moving his tongue against hers. She moaned and responded equally as passionately, holding onto the lapels of his jacket as she returned his kiss. His stubble scratched her skin and his teeth grazed her lips while his hands moved into her hair and gripped it tightly, but she welcomed the pain. He suddenly broke their kiss and rested his forehead against hers while his hands were still tightly fisted in her hair, his breath gently flowing over her face as he breathed heavily.
“How can I be expected to show restraint with you?” he said in a strained voice. Catherine felt her heart rate picking up even more as she stood in his strong embrace. She could sense the whole evening that he was holding back, but she could not fathom why.
“Then don’t...” she answered breathlessly as she tugged gently on his jacket in her hands. A slow smirk spread across his face as his eyes burned into hers. He lowered one hand and rested it against her chest, feeling her racing heartbeat under his palm as he considered her words. She did not realise what she was saying.
“Take off your dress,” he ordered softly instead, stepping back slightly so that he could get a clear view of her body. She looked at him as she reached for the zip at her side, but had to lower her gaze at the intensity in his eyes when she slowly started pulling down the zip. She shrugged the dress off of her shoulders and then turned her eyes to him when it lay in a pool around her feet. She saw that his eyes were narrowed on her, his mouth falling slightly agape as he took in the sight of her in her lingerie. “Fuck,” he murmured under his breath, but did not make to move closer to her.
Instead he slowly shrugged out of his jacket before discarding it over the back of the couch. He sauntered over to her as he started taking off his tie as well, a devious grin on his face as his eyes hungrily scanned over her sexy body. Her breath caught in her throat when he stood in front of her with the tie gripped tightly in both fists, a calculated but torn look in his eyes. She tried not to flinch when he raised his hands and simply wrapped the tie around her neck like a scarf. The material rested gently against her skin and he merely gave it a tug before letting go. He rested his warm hands on her shoulders and she immediately felt a spark of excitement running through her body as he smoothed his hands over her skin.
“You look sinful in this,” he murmured softly as his fingers traced over the swell of her breasts and along the edges of the lace.
“I hoped that you would like it...” she replied softly, seeing a faint smile creep onto his face at her words. He lowered his head to her neck and sent a shiver up her spine as he gently bit along her neck and shoulder.
“You please me, little one...” he whispered against her skin as he smoothed his hands up her back and got a hold of the clasp of her bra, undoing it slowly. Then he stepped away from her as he pulled the bra off of her, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes had an approving gleam to it as it travelled over her breasts, her nipples eagerly standing to attention. He rested his hands on her shoulders again and turned her around, holding onto the back of her neck as he guided her towards his bedroom. Catherine obligingly followed his lead, the sound of her heels hitting the tiles the only noise in the room. They stopped at the foot of his four poster bed and Catherine could not help but feel a wave of anxiety as she looked at the bed, recalling what had happened there the last time. “On your knees,” he said softly, the look in his eyes challenging as he observed her carefully.
Catherine carefully stepped out of her heels and pushed them to the side with her foot before she lowered herself onto her knees in front of him. Her heart was pounding in her ears as she looked at his legs while he kicked off his shoes and then took off his clothes as well. He then stepped past her and she could hear him rummaging through a drawer before closing it. She wondered if he was going to tie her up again with the silky material he used last time, but was surprised and scared to hear a faint jingling sound instead as he approached her. He resumed standing in front of her and Catherine was too scared to raise her head to look at him. Then she felt him resting his hand on top of her head before smoothing back her hair gently.
“Look at me,” he said softly and she forced herself to lift her chin to look up at him. He smirked down at her and she licked her lips nervously as her eyes travelled down to the thin golden chain in his hands. “Give me your wrists,” he said and she cautiously raised her hands up to him. He could not help but grin at her suspicious expression. He took his time slowly wrapping the thin chain around her left wrist a few times, leaving enough string in between her hands to allow movement before he wrapped it around her right wrist in the same fashion. Catherine watched his slow, deliberate movements with interest, feeling that excitement slowly build up inside of her as he clearly savoured every movement and touch until he fastened the chain securely.
Suddenly his hand was in hair again and he forcefully pulled her head back, making her gasp as he leaned close to her and gripped the front of her throat with his other hand, his dark eyes gazing into her wide ones.
“Sweet Catherine,” he said close to her lips as he felt her racing pulse under his touch. He suddenly pulled her up by the hair and he could see her face contort in pain, but was pleased when she did not cry out. He guided her to the bed by her hair and pushed her onto the bed, making her stumble forward, the chain around her wrists jingling faintly as she caught herself on her hands. He growled softly in his throat when he saw her on all fours on his bed and gave her butt a hard smack, making her yelp at the unexpected attack, “Go to the middle of the bed,” he ordered and she complied immediately.
Devon watched her closely from behind, his eyes travelling over her smooth skin, settling on her ass clad in black lace. He stifled his groan as he reached for the oil he had retrieved from the drawer as well and slowly climbed onto the bed next to her. He saw her tense slightly in anticipation as he opened the small bottle and poured some of its contents along her spine. She gasped and flinched slightly at the cool feel of it to her skin. His hands were immediately on her back as he slowly spread the oil over her skin, loving how it made her gleam beautiful in the dimly lit room while he moved his hands over every inch of her body. He moved his hands down her sides and his fingertips touched the edges of her breasts. His hands also travelled lower, his thumbs sneaking past the edges of her panties as his hands massaged her hips. He loved hearing her soft, laboured breaths as his slow, deliberate touch ignited every part of her. He moved his hands up her back, his thumbs tracing the edges of her spine until he reached her neck. He gently eased her head forward and she started to obligingly lower her head, but he gripped her hair suddenly and pulled her head back forcefully, making her gasp. He kept her head pulled back as he tugged his tie off around her neck with his other hand.
“Open your mouth,” he whispered into her ear and waited for her to do so before he let go of her hair and brought the tie around her face, wrapping it around her mouth to gag her. He could see her fisting her hands in the sheets as she instinctively pushed her tongue against the material invading her mouth, but then she bit into her when it remained unmoving after he secured it at the back of her head. Then she felt Devon covering her whole body with his, making her skin tingle as he moved his hands up along her arms to her shoulders. He heard her muffled moans as he rested his left hand on the bed and pressed the length of his body against hers, moving his right hand in between her breasts and down her stomach until every part of them was touching. She could hear his laboured breaths against her neck and both of them moaned as he cupped her pussy, pressing his cock harder against her from behind. He rubbed her pussy slowly through her panties as he moved his cock against her in a rhythmic motion and Catherine pinched her eyes closed at the delicious sensation. He could feel her shivering against him as he touched her and could not resist sinking his teeth into the skin of her shoulder. She whimpered softly and lowered her head as he bit her hard, suddenly feeling drunk and weak at the sensations he was causing in her. She started lowering herself onto her elbows, but he growled warningly against her neck and removed his hand from her pussy to fist it in her hair again, keeping her firmly in place.
He lifted himself off of her and Catherine’s eyes widened as she stared straight ahead of her, wondering what he was going to do. Her whole body was buzzing in anticipation and she flinched slightly as he started kissing down along her spine, his hands smoothing over her skin after his trail of kisses. She felt him groaning against her skin when he reached her butt and slowly started tugging off her panties. She prepared herself to shift her weight in order to take off the panties, but gasped softly when his teeth sank into the bare skin of her ass as he kept her knees closely bound with her panties around her knees. She moaned against the gag and fisted her bound hands in the sheets as both of his hands spread her butt cheeks, exposing her completely to him. She could feel his warm breath on her skin as he lowered his head and slowly started licking her asshole. She pinched her eyes closed and moaned loudly at the sensation as his licks travelled lower. She could feel his groan vibrate through her as he ate out her wet pussy, his fingers digging into the skin of her ass and hips as the movements of his tongue became more urgent at her moans. She felt herself slowly creeping closer to the edge, but then he abruptly pulled away from her and Catherine sank her teeth into the gag to keep herself from crying out disapprovingly.
Devon stood on his knees behind her and pressed the head of his cock against her wet pussy, holding onto her hips as he entered her forcefully from behind with one thrust. He pinched his eyes closed as he heard her muffled scream and felt her pussy contracting deliciously around his cock at the sudden invasion. He slowly started moving his cock in and out of her, groaning when he looked down and saw his cock gleaming wet with her pussy juices. Catherine eagerly pressed herself back against him with his every thrust filling her completely. He held tighter onto her, his fingers digging into her skin as he started fucking her harder and faster from behind. Catherine desperately wanted to spread her legs to accommodate his size, but was kept trapped by her panties around her knees. Their skins slapped together with every thrust and he suddenly pushed her facedown into the pillows. His weight covered her and pushed her into the mattress as he fucked her deep, hitting that spot inside of her over and over again, making her scream against the gag and pillows as he forced her to come on his cock. Her pussy tightening around him sent him over the edge as well and he groaned loudly as he collapsed on top of her, shaking pleasurably as he filled her with his cum.
Devon rolled off of her and lay sprawled out on his back as he caught his breath before he turned his head and looked at Catherine at his side. She slowly raised herself up on her elbows, holding her wrists bound by the weak chain in front of her as she turned her head to look at him through hazy eyes. He felt a smirk creeping onto his face as he turned onto his side and slowly started undoing the gag, watching it fall from her face. She immediately licked her dry, swollen lips and reached up a hand to touch the slightly sore corners of her mouth. He made her gasp when he suddenly pushed her onto her side so that she faced him. The look in his eyes were suddenly serious as he slowly started undoing the chains around her wrists, inspecting the faint impressions it had made on her skin in the throes of passion.
“Are you alright?” he asked in a clipped tone, and she frowned at his change of mood. Did they not just have an amazing time?
“Yes...” she said hoarsely, pulling her hands to her chest as she lay on her side and watched his face curiously. The look in his eyes was intense as he scrutinised her features.
“You’re not going to run off in the middle of the night?” he asked, his eyes not leaving hers. Catherine stared at him for a few seconds and could not help the small smile that crept onto her face.
“No...” she replied softly and could see his eyes darting over her features and narrowing slightly as he registered her amused expression.
“Good,” he said simply before he pushed her onto her stomach and covered her body with his, pushing her into the mattress as he bit along her neck, “Because I am not done with you yet,” he whispered into her ear as he kissed his way lower.
Author's note
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