Author’s note
Thank you for the ratings and reviews!
Ana Maria, Google Translate gave me a weird translation, so I fear I have no idea what you said... Sorry.
Anon, scenes better than Fifty? Wow, perhaps I really should consider publishing! ;)
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Sexual Awakening
Chapter Eight – Limits
Catherine was sitting in her seat overlooking the large screen. She shifted uncomfortably and flinched as pain radiated through her, mentally cursing Devon for his punishment the evening before. She tried not to grimace as Matt looked at her in confusion, but then he took out his phone and showed her a funny picture. She tried to stifle her giggle in the quiet lecture theatre, but the lecturer stopped and looked suspiciously in her direction, making Catherine sink lower in her seat. However, after not being able to identify the culprit with certainty, he then continued with his monologue in front of the classroom.
Catherine took a deep breath and tried to focus on what the lecturer was saying, but the topic was just too boring to pay it any heed. Her thoughts started drifting to how she had woken up in Devon’s bed earlier that day, well rested and blissfully content. Well, content until she moved to get out of bed and felt the pain in her backside. She had quietly made her way to the bathroom in order to inspect her bum in the mirror, having been convinced that she would find bruises from his punishment the evening before. She had unceremoniously pulled down her pants to look over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror, but was then surprised to see that nothing about her behind appeared out of the ordinary. Of course that would be the moment that Devon would decide to come look for her, thus walking in on her in that very telling position. She still felt embarrassed when she thought about his laughter that had echoed through the bathroom, but the reason she would blush at the thought was because of what had followed after he had discovered her. After their very long shower, she ended up having to rush to get ready for lectures, but remembered too late that he had torn her blouse to shreds. She ended up wearing one of Devon’s smaller shirts, but could not complain, as she was able to breathe in his delicious scent whenever she wanted.
Her phone vibrating on the desk caught her attention and she immediately picked it up in order to read the message.
15:52 Hey Cath... Y so quiet? Sorz about yesterday...
Catherine clicked away the message and stuffed the phone into her pocket just as everyone stood up, the room heaving a big sigh of relief before people started chatting excitedly about their plans for the weekend. Matt stood next to Catherine and smile-frowned at her delayed response to the start of the weekend. She smiled brightly at him as she stood up and slung her back over her shoulder, then turned around and hurriedly pushed her way through the crowd of people as Matt followed behind her. She made her way through the doors and stood at the top of the stairs, the heat of the sun warming her skin as she looked at the beautiful campus with groups of students ready to start their weekend.
“You have any plans for the weekend?” Matt asked, drawing her attention back to him. She smiled and shook her head.
“Nothing really,” Catherine answered and found herself frowning when he seemed to be shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, “You?” she asked.
“Nah...” Matt answered, the sunlight making his blue eyes sparkle as he smiled almost shyly at her. It seemed like he was about to say something, but then his face dropped when he spotted something behind her. Her heart skipped a beat when she imagined Devon showing up on campus again, but when she turned her head and looked in the direction that Matt was looking, she saw Jaimie strutting her way over to them. Her friend looked gorgeous as always, clad in a lovely summer dress and intricate sandals, as well as a very apologetic look on her face.
“Hey Matt... Hey Cath...” Jaimie said when she reached them, and Catherine almost felt guilty for her reaction yesterday, based on the puppy dog look on Jaimie’s face.
“Hey Jaims,” Catherine said as she stepped closer to her friend and wrapped her arms around Jaimie, giving her friend a tight squeeze. She could feel the anxiety drain from Jaimie, her shoulders relaxing and the usual, broad grin adorning her face when she pulled away from her.
“So you’re not mad anymore?” Jaimie asked and Catherine could see her eyes sparkle behind her light sunglasses. Catherine cast a shy sideways glance at Matt, for she was really more embarrassed about him finding out about her personal life more than anything else.
“It’s all good,” Catherine replied as she pulled her bag higher up her shoulder and smiled at Jaimie. It was not exactly news that Jaimie had a big mouth, so there was really no point in lingering on that fault for too long.
“Great! Come. It’s almost happy hour, I’ll treat you to a drink,” Jaimie said as she hooked her arm through Catherine and then Matt’s, leading them down the steps. Catherine frowned at this, but did not want to make a scene as she glanced at Matt on the other side of Jaimie, who seemed all too content following the lead while they walked down the street to the bar. Jaimie’s incessant chattering did not leave a moment of silence until they reached the bar, which was already loud and rowdy from the students that had skipped their afternoon lectures by opting to go for a drink or two instead.
Matt seemed to take the lead when they stepped into the bar, pushing his way through the crowd before stopping and greeting a few drunken friends with whom he chatted with excitedly. Jaimie grabbed Catherine’s hand and they continued through the sea of people until she spotted a booth that was just being vacated, quickly claiming it and giving another prospective booth-hunter a look that made him back away. Catherine shook her head and smiled at herself as she settled in opposite Jaimie, but tried to hide her grimace as she felt the pang of pain in her backside again. Jaimie did not seem to notice and had already pulled out her phone, undoubtedly to inform other people to join them.
“Oh my God, this place is insane,” Jaimie said once she had finished and then looked over the crowd. Catherine looked interestingly at the people, but then her eyes fell on Matt as he walked towards them with a huge grin on his face, as well as three jugs of something colourful (and therefore probably alcoholically dangerous) in his hands. He placed it on the table with a loud plonk before he urged Catherine to scoot up so that he could sit next to her.
“Here’s to the weekend!” Matt announced excitedly as he placed a jug in front of each of them.
“Woo!” Jaimie cheered as she picked up the jug and clinked it against Catherine’s and Matt’s jugs before she started to take big gulps of the liquid. Oh boy. Matt did the same and Catherine felt obliged to follow suit, the fluid running down the side of her neck as she drank, looking from the corner of her eye to see when they would stop. However, the two of them just continued without any problems and Catherine pinched her eyes closed before admitting defeat and slamming the jug down on the table, grabbing her head in her hands and leaning her elbows on the table.
“Owwww, brain freeze,” Catherine said and heard the two of them laugh at her as Matt patted her back reassuringly, but then his hand rested comfortably on the bare skin of her shoulder. She waited for the pain to subside before she peeked past her fingers and looked at his grinning face. His smile broadened before he looked at Jaimie and they burst out laughing, both of them apparently finding her discomfort hilarious, “Yeah, yeah,” Catherine said as she picked up the jug and started downing the rest of its contents, this time only slamming it down on the table when it was empty.
“Impressive!” Jaimie announced over the loud music. She winked at Catherine and darted her eyes knowingly to Matt’s hand that was still resting on her shoulder. Catherine swallowed hard and felt herself sitting more upright, feeling very tense all of a sudden and completely self-aware.
“Um, I think I need another drink,” Catherine said and shrugged seemingly casually to indicate that she wanted to scoot out of the booth, successfully getting Matt to remove his hand.
“I’ll get it,” Matt announced as he stood up and gave her one last grin before he disappeared into the crowd.
“Well, well,” Jaimie said suggestively before she lit up a cigarette, “Looks like someone is getting her bread buttered on both sides!” she said, her grin broadening when Catherine blushed.
“Please don’t be stupid,” Catherine said in annoyance as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in the seat, “It’s nothing like that. Matt is just a friend. Maybe not even that – just a classmate.”
“Okay, okay,” Jaimie said and raised her hands in a mock defeated manner before she took another deep drag of her cigarette, casting a flirtatious look to a guy walking past them, “No judgement, though,” she added and winked at Catherine.
“It’s not like that,” Catherine insisted, but shifted uncomfortably when Matt was at her side once again.
“What’s not?” Matt asked curiously as he placed a new jug in front of each of them, even though he and Jaimie had not finished their first jugs yet.
“Oh, nothing,” Catherine answered evasively, “Thanks!” she said instead as she reached for the jug and took a surprisingly desperate sip, which turned into a few gulps.
“Easy,” Matt said, smiling gently at her as he touched her shoulder again, indicating for her to take it a bit slower. Catherine tactfully shifted out his touch as she placed the jug on the table.
“I can handle it,” Catherine announced confidently. However, time proved otherwise. Approximately thirty minutes later she was already feeling tipsy, and two more jugs later she was seeing double. At some stage Hilary and Greg joined them, and a while after that the elusive Billy that Jaimie was so caught up in also showed up. All of them were squeezed together in the booth – laughing, sharing stories and cigarettes as they took turns buying drinks. Time passed quickly and Catherine was not sure how long they had been there, but it was already dark outside when she followed Jaimie and Hilary to the bathroom.
“Matt seems nice!” Hilary said as they stood in a queue for the bathroom. Catherine managed to nod her head before she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes to stop the world from spinning.
“But it’s not like that,” Jaimie declared sarcastically in Catherine’s words. Catherine opened her eyes to pull a face at her before she became aware of her phone vibrating in her pocket. She pulled it out and blinked a few times as she tried to focus on the text.
21:30 Catherine. Where are you?
Catherine’s eyes widened and her heart rate picked up a beat as she looked at Devon’s message. Did they have plans? Not that she was aware of. She started typing a reply but her fingers felt numb and uncoordinated.
21:33 Devnn,.. Why?
21:33 You’re not at your apartment. Where are you
21:34 Whyare you a my place,?
21:34 You’re drunk. With who are you?
21:35 Im drunk,
Catherine giggled nonsensically at her response, but ignored Hilary’s curious glance as she made her way into an open cubicle, plonking down on the toilet and relieving herself. She dug through her pants pockets when she felt her phone vibrating again.
21:35 Where. are. you.
Catherine rolled her eyes at the message (something she would not dare doing to Devon in person) before she finished up and left the cubicle, stuffing her phone back into her pocket before she soaped up and washed her hands vigorously. She followed her friends out of the bathroom and into the now dancing crowd, but then felt herself raising her hands and starting to dance along to the music as they continued pushing their way through the crowd ahead of her. She did not know who she danced with or for how long, but when she felt familiar arms enveloping her she automatically leaned closer to the warmth without thinking about it. She turned around in the strong embrace and rested her hands against a hard chest, blonde hair so close to her face that it was blurring her vision. She tried to focus her eyes and then tensed when she realised that she was in Matt’s arms. She instinctively stepped back and into someone else, who cursed at her and pushed her away. Matt pulled her closer and he loved the feeling of her in his arms, but then let go when he realised how tense she was in his embrace. She looked into his confused eyes before she turned away and left him standing alone in the dancing crowd as she tried to find her way back to the booth. She felt very relieved when she spotted Hilary and Jaimie, and held on to the table to stabilise herself as she looked at her friends. However, her drunken brain seemed to realise a bit late that both of her friends were making out shamelessly with their boyfriends, which is probably why Matt had tracked her down. Then she suddenly felt hyperaware of Matt standing behind her again. She turned around abruptly, but gasped softly when she was met with Devon’s dark eyes staring intently at her.
“Devon!” Catherine said in a high tone of voice, and she was not entirely sure, but she could have sworn that his eyes narrowed on her.
“Catherine,” Devon countered and stepped closer to her when she swooned slightly, but she stabilised herself by bracing herself against the table again. Her friends seemed to realise that something was happening and was drawn out of their goings-on in order to look curiously at them.
“Heeeyyyyy, Devon!” Jaimie slurred slightly as she grabbed his hand and tried to pull him into the booth, but he stood unmoving as he glared at Catherine. He slowly turned his eyes onto Jaimie and a smirk curved the corner of his mouth as his eyes scanned over the faces of her friends and their companions.
“How are you doing, man?” Greg asked as he held out his hand. Devon reached out and shook his hand, visibly relaxing when he realised that Catherine was in familiar, safe company.
“Well, thanks,” Devon answered as he looked at Billy, whose arm was wrapped around Jaimie’s shoulder.
“Dev, this is Billy. Billy, Devon,” Jaimie introduced them politely and they briefly shook hands, but then Devon’s attention was on Catherine once again. She was observing their interactions as a detached bystander, but as soon as his eyes settled on her again she was drawn back to reality. He smirked knowingly at her as he put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her close to his side, placing a deceivingly soft kiss against her temple before he whispered into her ear.
“So this is what you get up to when I am not around?” Devon asked quietly before he pulled away slightly and looked down at her, his eyes burning intensely.
“Not usually,” Catherine slurred as she felt herself leaning closer to him for support. She closed her eyes and breathed in his delicious scent, which seemed even more delectable in her state of intoxication. She felt him growling deep within his throat before his hand was in hair, gently pulling her head back so that she would meet his gaze, “They say I can’t handle my alcohol,” she added and gave him a toothy grin, surprisingly enough not intimated by him at that very moment. She could see his smirk broadening into a grin, his teeth flashing white as he looked down at her with an unreadable expression in his eyes.
“I’m afraid that I have to agree,” Devon said and Catherine could not help but feel disappointed when he looked away from her and towards Jaimie who was sniggering in a very unladylike fashion.
“Oh, get a room, you two!” Jaimie said, her eyes watery and hazy as she grinned at the two of them. Devon wrapped his arm tightly around Catherine’s shoulders and neither his gaze nor his grin faltered as he looked unashamed at her friends.
“That has to be the best suggestion I’ve heard all day,” Devon proclaimed as he held Catherine closely at his side, smiling at her when he noticed a deep blush colouring her cheeks. He only let go of her for long enough to pick up her bag that had been unceremoniously dumped underneath the booth upon their arrival. He rested it over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her shoulders again before he nodded in acknowledgement to her friends and started guiding her outside.
“Bye...” Catherine managed to call out to her friends over her shoulder before they disappeared from view, unaware that Matt had been standing behind her the whole time. Devon somehow managed to get her through the crowded place by keeping her at his side, not compromising and making it easier by letting her trail behind him. His car was parked illegally right at the entrance of the bar and it beeped at them when he unlocked the doors. He opened the door for Catherine and placed her bag in her lap before he closed the door behind her. He settled into the driver’s seat next to her and fastened his seatbelt before he started the car, but turned his head to look at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Seatbelt,” he ordered, but Catherine was frowning, her speed of thought much slower thanks to the alcohol.
“How did you know I was here?” she asked instead and turned her confused eyes on him, taking in the blurry darkness. She thought that she could make out a grin on his face, but was not entirely sure.
“I phoned Jaimie after you did not respond,” he answered as he leaned towards her and strapped her in himself.
“Oh,” Catherine breathed out as she leaned back in the leather seat and clutched her bag to her chest when Devon started driving. She closed her eyes and moved her head along to the beat of the music that was playing softly as they sat in silence, the seatbelt the only thing holding her to the seat as she limply fell this way and that with every turn he took.
Devon looked at her from the corner of his eye and could not help but grin to himself. The poor girl was drunk out of her mind. It did not take long before he guided his car into the basement parking of his apartment building and then got out, walking around the car in order to open the door for Catherine. However, he was surprised to see the door shoot open as she kicked it with a clumsy foot, before she then managed to stumble out of the car while still clutching her bag to her chest, trying to stabilise herself by holding onto the car.
“Oh, Catherine,” he chuckled under his breath as he walked over to her and helped her stand upright before he closed the door. He guided her towards the elevator and allowed her to lean against the elevator wall as they travelled upwards. His eyes widened when he saw her heaving slightly at the sensation of the lift travelling upwards, but then ended up feeling very relieved when they arrived at the top floor unscathed. He walked out of the lift ahead of her, but glanced over his shoulder to make sure that she was able to follow him without hurting herself. She stood beside him and gave him a lazy, toothy grin as he unlocked the door and opened it for her to walk ahead.
“Why, thank you, kind sir,” Catherine slurred as she walked past him, but then managed to stumble over her own feet. Luckily Devon was close enough and caught her by the elbow before she fell face first onto the cold tiles.
“Careful,” he chided softly and did not let go of her elbow as he switched on the overhead lighting.
“’Tis my middle name,” Catherine slurred, her bag loudly hitting the floor as it slipped from her hands, but she did not seem to notice, “Careful Catherine,” she continued, but then started giggling at herself, “Then it’s my...first...name...” she said in between giggles, but luckily was too drunk to see the horrified expression on Devon’s face when he realised that she was even more drunk than he had first thought.
“Yes, yes,” he said impatiently as he wrapped his arm around her waist and started guiding her towards his bedroom. She was still giving an intermitted giggle in between hiccups, wiping the tears of joy from her cheeks as he let her sit down on the side of the bed.
“Oww...” Catherine said and grimaced, shifting uncomfortably and looking at him with a frustrated expression on her face as he knelt down in front of her, “You have any idea how sore my butt was today?” she asked as she rested her hands on his shoulders and looked seemingly seriously at his hands unclasping her sandals.
“Yeah?” he asked, feigning innocence, but unable to hide the humour from his voice. He loved the fact that every time she moved today and felt that pang of pain, she was forced to think of him. She shoved gently against his shoulder when she noted his amused expression, but was unable to keep herself from returning his grin.
“Not funny,” she chided as she suddenly greedily moved both of her hands through his hair, pulling his head back at the unintended forcefulness and making his hair stand in all directions. He could not help but frown at her, finding the less inhibited Catherine very amusing and intriguing, but then her beautiful eyes widened slightly as she misinterpreted his expression.
“Uh oh...” she said, her wide eyes not blinking nor leaving his, “Am I in trouble now? Please no more spanking,” she said and he merely raised an eyebrow at her, the need to spank her for that remark overwhelming, “And no fisting,” she added, her eyes widening even more.
“Who told you about fisting?” Devon asked angrily, unable to hide the bitterness from his voice as his eyes narrowed on her in suspicion. Catherine covered her face with her hands and fell down backwards on the bed, a loud, frustrated groan escaping past her fingers. Devon stood up immediately and grabbed her wrists, forcefully prying her hands off of her face and pulling her up to stand in front of him. She gasped and tried to pull her hands from his grasp, but he tightened his grip as he spoke dangerously close to her face, “Who?” he demanded, images of his fist meeting Billy’s face coming to mind.
“I read online!” Catherine said and struggled against him, actually hurting herself more than if she were to stop resisting him. He abruptly let go of her wrists and she immediately shoved hard against his chest, but when he stood unmoving, she tried again harder until he was forced to take a step back.
“Enough!” he said loudly and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against his chest. She struggled against him for a while, but gave up eventually and breathed heavily against his chest, trying to catch her breath after her efforts to resist him. He was grinding his teeth together in annoyance, thinking of how easy it was to crush her slight form to his body and how he could punish her for her defiance, but then felt an immediate pang of guilt when he heard a loud sob escaping past her lips, “...Catherine...” he said softly as he wrapped his arms around her more gently, holding onto the back of her head as another sob raked her body.
“S–stupid,” she insulted him as she pressed her hands against his chest to put some distance in between them, which he allowed when he realised that being too forceful with her in her drunken state was not fair. She looked at him through tearful eyes, her hands still pressed against his chest to keep him at bay as she tried to gauge his mood.
“Sorry,” he said softly as he covered her hands with his, allowing her to feel his soothing heartbeat underneath her palms. Catherine looked uncertainly at him and sniffed softly as she seemed to be contemplating what to do. Then she stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around him, but he could not help but smile ruefully to himself when he did not return her hug. If she knew what was good for her, she would run for the hills before he could corrupt her any further, “I’ll take you home,” he announced as he stepped out of her embrace.
“W–what?” Catherine asked as she protectively wrapped her arms around her middle, her eyes hazy and confused as she looked into his dark ones. Did she upset him that much?
“I can’t allow myself to lose control like that with you, Catherine,” he explained in a clipped tone of voice, crossing his arms over his chest while he observed her with a cold and guarded look to his eyes. Catherine stood speechless in front of him, the adrenaline coursing through her veins making her feel slightly more sobered.
“Are you kicking me out?” she asked just above a whisper as she observed his face closely. A deep frown settled on his face, as if she was speaking to him in a foreign tongue all of a sudden.
“No. It’s just best for you to go,” he replied curtly, his dark eyes not leaving hers as he also tried to make sense of the situation. This is why he avoided being with one woman for too long – things got too complicated.
“I don’t want to go,” Catherine finally mustered the strength to say, her voice breaking at the end. She felt like a silly child, standing there in front of him, trying to convince him why she must be allowed to stay. Silly, pathetic child.
“Catherine,” he said in a deep voice that made a shiver run through her spine, but then she stepped closer and covered his mouth with her hand before he could continue. He frowned at her as he let his arms drop to his sides, but then had to quickly wrap them around her as she swooned slightly. He cursed himself mentally, reminding himself that it was useless to try and reason with someone as drunk as she was, “Come. Let’s get you to bed,” he said quietly as he reached for her pants and started undoing the button and zip. Catherine merely nodded her head and leaned against him as he pushed her shorts off, letting it fall around her feet. She stepped out of her pants and clumsily pulled his shirt that she was wearing off over her head before she eagerly reached for Devon, gripping his shirt and trying to unbutton it with clumsy hands. He could not help but smile and chuckle softly when he captured her hands in his, slowly guiding her backwards towards the bed.
Catherine turned her eyes to his as he let her lay down, her breath catching in her throat when she noted the restrained intensity behind his eyes. She immediately lifted her face and pressed her lips against his, catching him off guard as she started kissing him hungrily. She felt his grip on her wrists tighten slightly before he let go, cupping her face and pressing her into the mattress with his weight as he returned her kiss equally as passionately. She bravely reached in between them and started rubbing his hard cock that was straining against his jeans. He groaned loudly against her lips, his heavy breaths tingling her face as she continued rubbing him.
“Fuck, Catherine,” he murmured before he abruptly shifted off of her. Catherine wanted to scream in frustration and grabbed a handful of his shirt to keep him from moving away. He covered her hand with his and pried it loose, but did not let go of her or make to move away any further.
“Devon,
please...” Catherine pleaded as she carefully shifting closer to him, licking her lips nervously as she looked into his dark, unreadable eyes. His eyes scanned over her features for a while before he finally leaned closer to her, but stopped right before his lips touched hers.
“I’d prefer that you remember every single detail of what I do to you,” he said, a slight smirk curving the corner of his mouth as he saw the desperate look in her eyes.
“I’ll remember,” she promised softly as she pressed herself tighter against him and gently bit his jaw. Devon closed his eyes and groaned softly at the wonderful sensation, but then turned his head to look at her again.
“Lay down,” he ordered softly, his eyes not leaving hers as he silently encouraged her to comply. Catherine looked at him for a few seconds, silently willing him with all her strength to change his mind. When she realised that there was no chance, she fell back against the pillows with a loud, frustrated sigh, crossing her arms over her chest. She felt Devon moving to lay closer against her side, resting his large, warm hand over her stomach as he nuzzled her neck. She turned her head to look at him from the corner of her eye, but he nudged her jaw with the bridge of his nose before she heard his next quiet command, “Close your eyes.”
“This is so not fair,” Catherine said before giving another exaggerated sigh, but did what she was told and let her eyes drift shut. She immediately felt as if she was being weighted down as she focused on her breathing, his fingertips drawing slow, soothing patterns on her skin. Devon did not have to wait very long until she was passed out at his side and he grinned to himself, shaking his head he as stood up and then pulled the sheet over her sleeping form.
Catherine groaned loudly as she opened her eyes and peered around the room in confusion. She gasped and suddenly sat upright in her bed when she realised that she was not in her own room, but a sharp pain immediately shot through her pulsating head. She groaned as she threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood up on shaky legs, taking in the environment through wide eyes. She felt a great sense of relief when she gathered her thoughts and realised that she was in Devon’s apartment. She found her clothes folded up neatly on the armchair against the wall and quickly slipped it on before she headed to the en suite bathroom where she washed her face and rinsed her mouth with toothpaste. She grimaced at her reflection as she impatiently ran her fingers through her brown curls, but it did not bend to her will at all, much like everything else in her life.
She let out a frustrated sigh before she gave up and turned on her heel, her feet softly padding along the floor as she headed towards the living room. She opened the door cautiously and stepped through quietly, and her eyes were immediately drawn to Devon who was lounging comfortably on the lush leather couch, his legs spread out in front of him while he held a book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. The expression on his face was surprisingly gentle as he lowered the book and smiled at her as she walked towards him.
“Morning, Catherine,” he said as he looked intently into her eyes, and she was surprised to see an amused gleam to them, “Sleep well?” he asked.
“...Yeah...” Catherine said awkwardly as she sat down next to him, looking cautiously at him, “...so you joined us last night?” she asked, trying to fish for information without admitting that she could not remember what happened. But he was on to her.
“Oh, you don’t remember?” he asked, his eyebrows shooting up in mock confusion.
“Not much,” she admitted finally as she looked at her hands, frowning when she noticed how tender her wrists felt. Her eyes shot to his and she scanned his features frantically, trying to find the answer to her unasked question on his face. His eyes narrowed slightly in confusion, then darted to her wrists, before settling on her face once more. A knowing smile curved the corner of his mouth, but that smile could mean anything, therefore she decided to ask, “...did we...?” but let the question trail off, not really knowing how to pose it.
“No. But not from a lack of trying on your part,” he said curtly as he set his book and empty cup of coffee down on the coffee table before standing up. She stared wide-eyed at him, but he seemed unfazed by her shock as he stretched out in front of her, his shirt pulling up slightly and revealing the tattoo on his lower stomach right above his boxers. He yawned loudly and looked at her through watery eyes, a knowing grin on his face. She immediately cleared her throat and looked straight ahead of her as she stood up as well. She supposed that she had overstayed her welcome? “Coffee?” he asked, drawing her out of her incorrect assumptions.
“That would be...amazing...” she said, noting how desperate she sounded. She followed him to the kitchen and leaned against the kitchen counter as he retrieved two cups and poured freshly brewed coffee from the percolator. He then proceeded to make her coffee exactly the way that she liked it, and she frowned, trying to recall when exactly he had had an opportunity to learn that.
“Here you go,” he said surprisingly absentmindedly as he held out the coffee to her and grabbed the back of her head to pull her closer, placing a quick kiss on her forehead before he then made his way back to the lounge, reclaiming his book and comfortable seat. Catherine stood in the kitchen for a while and looked at the back of his head, feeling strangely unattended to for the first time. She shrugged and decided that she preferred this in a way, opposed to the constantly-in-your-space-and-in-control Devon. She cautiously walked towards the living area and sat down on one of the armchairs, pulling her legs up and sitting cross-legged as she looked at his eyes moving as it followed the lines on the page of the book. Even just sitting there he looked damn sexy. Then his eyes shot up and looked into hers, making her heart skip a beat as his dark eyes scanned over her features for a few seconds before he focused on his book once again.
Catherine cleared her throat awkwardly and sipped on her coffee instead, trying to fit the pieces of the puzzle together. She remembered partying with her friends, they were having such a good time. She could not recall how Devon had gotten into the picture, nor how she ended up at his place. She decided that it would be a good idea to text someone to find out. She reached for her bag on the floor and then pulled out her phone, but found that the battery was completely flat.
“Do you have a charger that I could borrow?” Catherine asked, drawing Devon out of his book. He looked blankly at her as if he was still stuck in a thought, before he seemed to register her words and immediately stood up. He walked over to her and had that usual secretive smile on his face as he took her phone from her hand and went to plug it into a charger next to the TV, “...Thanks...” she said awkwardly as she continued sipping on her coffee.
“Sure,” he replied simply as he sat down again, but this time on the side of the couch closer to her, both of them facing the large floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. Catherine preferred this, as she was able to ogle him more freely without him sensing her eyes on him. Almost automatically, she found herself reaching for her bag and pulling out her sketch book and pencil. Her eyes studied the lines of his face and his handsome physique for a while before she freely started sketching him in his lounged position.
Catherine was not sure how much time had passed during which they just sat there completely comfortable in one another’s company, but she was drawn out of her sketching when he closed his book and placed it on the coffee table. He then stretched out in that delicious manner that made all of his muscle bulge and beg to be touched. He stood up and closed the small gap between them as he leaned over her and tilted her chin up in order to place a hard kiss on her lips. Catherine felt breathless when he pulled away, his hand still cupping her chin in his hand as his dark eyes looked into hers. Then his eyes lowered and he frowned when he took the sketch pad from her hands and looked interestingly at the picture.
“You’re very talented,” he said finally as he closed the sketch pad and placed it on top of her bag. She felt annoyed with herself for the blush that crept onto her face at his compliment, but then that was soon forgotten when he leaned forward and placed kisses all over her face, his stubble gently scratching her skin.
“Hmm...” she murmured and grinned shyly at him when he pulled away slightly. She looked into his dark, surprisingly gentle eyes as she reached up and rested her hands on his strong shoulders, slowly smoothing them up to his neck.
“So...fisting,” he said, completely ruining the moment as he grinned broadly at her shocked expression.
“W–what?” she stammered as she let her hands drop from him and leaned back in the armchair, but his grin merely broadened as he looked at her. Then she seemed to vaguely recall an argument they had had the evening before, and she nervously licked her lips when she looked into his eyes, not recalling who was in favour of what, and who won that argument. To her utter dismay, he started chuckling.
“Relax, Catherine,” he said softly as he straightened and held out his hand to her. She looked hesitantly at him for a few seconds before she cautiously placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her up to stand in front of him, “You just mentioned that fisting is a hard limit for you,” he added as he looked interestingly at her.
“...hard limit?” she asked, clearing her throat awkwardly.
“Something that you absolutely would not want to do,” he explained as he smoothed her hair back and rested his hand on her shoulder.
“Oh,” she breathed out, feeling much more relieved. Hard limits. That was something she could become accustomed to.
“Was there anything else that you saw online that you could not handle?” he asked almost conversationally, but Catherine could see that he was paying close attention to what she was saying.
“Choking,” she said immediately, and swallowed nervously as she tried to gauge whether or not he would want to do that to her, considering how much he liked those corsets. When his eyes remained unreadable, she continued, “No...animals or kids or something gross,” she said, and he grimaced slightly before giving a quick nod in agreement, “I don’t want any bleeding or scarring or anything like that...” she ventured on, her cheeks warm and burning red. She thought about it for a while longer and then looked into his eyes, shrugging slightly and not really knowing what else to add.
“Okay,” he said finally as he pressed the back of his knuckles against her warm cheek, “I agree. From my side, I don’t want anything degrading from either side. No fantasy rape or humiliation. I do, however, expect complete monogamy – that is totally nonnegotiable,” he said and Catherine frowned at the tone of his voice as she slowly nodded in agreement, “I do want to use bondage and flogging as punishment, but not to the extent that you’ll bleed or have permanent scarring. And with regards to the choking, I will not use the corset choke or collar around your neck if you insist on that,” he said and looked into her eyes.
“...Okay... Yes, I insist,” she said, not really knowing how to express her relief at having the option to refuse. It had not even occurred to her before that he could have used that on her before they spoke about this.
“We probably should have spoken about this earlier,” he said as if reading her thoughts, the anger in his voice directed at himself, “Then I would have taken it a bit easier with the corset,” he said, the look in his eyes apologetic as he moved his hand to rest on the side of her neck.
“...It wasn’t that bad...” Catherine said eventually, licking her dry lips, “It was just too tight...” she continued, wanting him to understand. He nodded his head slowly and a small smirk played about his lips.
“So that’s a soft limit, then,” he said quietly, but he was focused on her lips, brushing his thumb over her lower lip.
“...Soft limit...” Catherine repeated absentmindedly, suddenly drawn in by his sexuality. Then his eyes were focused and serious once again as he looked at her, and she immediately snapped out of the slight trance.
“Anything else?” he asked and seemed to be waiting patiently for her to think about it.
“...Anal, I guess?” she said, feeling her cheeks starting to blush all over again. He grinned at her and raised an eyebrow.
“Hard or soft?” he asked, but he already knew the answer, judging by the things he has done and that she enjoyed.
“...Soft,” she replied quietly.
“Okay,” he agreed as he grinned at her. He then slowly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace, “Has anything been said that will make you freak out and run for the hills? If so, talk to me about it first,” he said as he pulled away slightly and looked into her eyes.
“No... I think I can handle it,” she replied and smiled shyly at him.
“Okay, good,” he said as he smoothed his hands down her back, pressing her tightly against him. He gripped her ass and grinned at her when she flinched, as her skin was still tender even though he had used the riding crop two days ago. “So, tell me, sweet Catherine...” he murmured softly as he slowly moved his hands into her hair, pulling her head back slightly so that all she could do was meet his gaze, “Did you see any interesting toys while you were doing your research?” he asked. Catherine’s eyes widened and she swallowed hard as she tried to recall what she had seen.
“Not really...” Catherine replied hesitantly, noting that spark igniting in his eyes as he observed her.
“You’d better not be lying to me, little one...” he said softly as he lowered his head and started biting along her jaw.
“Vibrators...” Catherine blurted out as his teeth sank into the skin of her neck, and he immediately lifted his head to look into her eyes again. He gave her hair a hard tug of warning and she swallowed hard before she continued, “...Dildos... Floggers...” she added and Devon’s grin broadened at her words.
“My, you’ve been a busy girl...” he commented sarcastically as he tightened his grip in her hair and stepped aside in order to guide her towards his bedroom...
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