historical

Chapter 216 - Katherine Dominates

She squinted at him, wondering what she should do next. "Of course, you will be punished." Then she stopped and looked him dead in the eye. "Sit here," she said, crossing the desk and motioning him to take her place.

He looked at her, bewildered but didn't question her.

She promptly pushed him into the chair, leaving him breathless before going out of the room. He had been waiting for about five minutes when he saw her enter the room again. For some reason, she had three articles in her hand: a piece of paper, a pen, and a tie.

Cage gaped at her as she walked towards him, the slight sway of her h.i.p.s intentional.

"Write an apology letter on this," she demanded, slamming the paper on the desk. He took the pen from her hesitantly and stared at the paper, unsure where this was headed. As he uncapped the pen, he saw her sink onto her knees in front of him.

A barely audible gasp escaped him as he stared at her. Her knees were on the carpeted floor and he imagined the fabric wasn't comfortable against the skin of her knees. He gulped and she scooted towards him, the glint of mischief clear in her eyes.

"Write," she ordered. He followed wordlessly, tucking his head down and pressing the nib to the paper. His mind drew a blank as he thought. Out of the blue, he felt her hand on her thigh, undoing his pant and unzipping it. She didn't pull it down or ask for his help. She pulled his c.o.c.k out, rather roughly and wrapped her fingers around it.

"Keep writing," she gritted through her teeth. Katherine spread his legs apart and disappeared between his legs, her soft lips unbearably close to his length, her hot breath fanning over it, making him impossibly harder.

His knuckles turned pale as she played with his c.o.c.k, tugging at it and letting her hand slide over his length in a careful manner. Cage began to write the address line when his hand slipped and a stark blue line made its way across the paper.

He felt his head loll back and mouth open as he felt the warmth of her mouth surrounding the tip. He looked down and saw her eyes closed, a wicked smile on her lips. His length disappeared into her mouth and he felt her suck on it expertly. The pen dropped from his fingers and he groaned, his hands moving to her hair so that he could dominate her movements.

Within a second, her mouth was off him. She glared at him as she felt his hand hover over her head. She reached out and pushed them away, producing the tie from her pocket and using it to tie one of his hands to the arm of the chair.

Then, she stood up slowly, giving him a view of her body. She was leaning into him, her face close to his, her eyes boring into the depth of his soul. He felt her fingers work at his collar, the tie loosening under her ministrations until she unbound it and flipped it around her hand. Using it, she deviously smiled and tied the other hand down as well.

Cage was completely at her mercy. Before, he had thought that it would be easy to come out of the binds, but the woman knew her knots. The harder he tried, the tighter it became. He sighed and stopped struggling, much to her pleasure. She went back down on her knees and engulfed him completely, bobbing her head up and down at a fast pace.

She felt her throat constrict, but she endured and continued. This was the day she would dominate. He had done it since the beginning, now she would conquer him.

Cage looked at her in awe. When she came up for air, he saw his c.o.c.k, stained and streaked with her bright red lipstick. His eyes widened as he realized what he had done. Wasn't this a game college students played? He would have to ask her about it.

Katherine saw how he was looking at his member, awe and uninhibited l.u.s.t in his eyes. If he could, he would lunge at her and take her roughly.

He had been pretty close to his orgasm when he pulled away and he had to give it to her. In the short time they had known each other, she had come to know his body well. Cage was buzzing with excitement on what would come next.

Much to his surprise, she pulled her skirt up her thighs, bundling them up to her waist. He eyed her p.u.s.s.y with fascination. She had foregone the panties, much to his delight. Then she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, leaving it still tucked into the skirt, its ends showing from under the bunched waistline. The white fabric of her bra made her look pure in contrast to her devious ministrations.

She made herself comfortable, straddling him, sitting in the middle of his thigh, her legs spread and her p.u.s.s.y glistening. She reached down to caress the lips, spreading them open before finding her clit and rubbing in slow but firm circles.

Cage trembled slightly as he saw her fingers near the opening and promptly disappear. How he wished it was his c.o.c.k that replaced those fingers. He watched in rapt fascination as she slowly went in and out, almost carelessly pleasuring herself, frustrating him beyond belief.

She was doing it intentionally, making him itch to take over. She wouldn't reach an orgasm like this and usually, she would be chasing it without much thought. Today seemed to be different though.

"Frustrated?" she asked. "I was frustrated too when you didn't show up for a year. I was also angry when you lost the books and had no money to pay the fine." She laughed, throwing her head back, exposing her fair neck to him.

The primal need to bite down on it surfaced and his eyelids fluttered close.