the slim stalk of her neck when her hair is pulled up in a ponytail or bun. Enjoyed even more the days when it’s loose and wind-blown.
My heart beats like a war drum.
I want to pick her up and throw her down on that bed again.
But I have to pull back for a moment. I have to give her space.
Because I just discovered something very interesting about my timid little kitten.
She has a hunger inside her.
And when she’s hungry, she’ll do anything to eat.
I just gave her a little snack.
If I wait, she’s sure to want more.
Cat is fidgeting in place, unable to speak and embarrassed by the silence. I know she wants to leave, but I’m not done looking at her yet.
I’m fascinated by the dichotomy between her diminutive frame and the ferocity with which she kissed me. Fascinated by her innocent face hiding the depravity that lives inside of her.
Who the fuck is this girl? Who is she really?
“I don’t know what that was,” Cat says awkwardly.
Her tone is half apology, half resentment.
“Yes, you do,” I reply.
Now those dark eyes flit up for just an instant, before dropping again. Cat flushes redder than ever, biting hard on the corner of her lip. Her lips are swollen from kissing, a streak of my blood at the corner of her mouth.
“Cat,” I summon her.
Her eyes rise again without her control, fixed on mine as if mesmerized.
“Go to class on your own tomorrow,” I say.
She looks confused and almost disappointed. She doesn’t know if that’s a punishment or a reward.
I don’t clarify. I just stride over to the door and hold it open so she can leave.
Cat hurries out, without a word of farewell.
I close the door and lock it, before returning to my bed. I lay back against the pillows, staring up at the bare wooden beams of the ceiling.
I slip my hand inside my boxer shorts, gripping the shaft of my rock-hard cock.
I picture Cat’s ass, round and firm, glowing red from spanking, with a distinct handprint from the hardest slap.
I remember the way she squirmed against my thighs and the little shrieks and moans she let out, helpless against the pleasure and the pain.
My hand slides up and down the shaft of my cock, the flesh rigid and hot, the head throbbing as my palm glides over it.
Never in my life have I enjoyed a sexual encounter more, and I didn’t even cum.
I’ve fucked pretty girls. Dozens of them.
But fucking hell, there’s something different about Cat’s tight, petite little frame. The way I can lift and manipulate her so easily, the way I can hold her down with one hand.
I love my control over her.
Even more . . . I love the way she responded.
I wasn’t forcing her. I wasn’t making her do it.
She wanted it. She wanted it just as badly as I did. Maybe even more.
From the first instant that I kissed her, she responded like a little wildcat, feral and starving. She clawed me and bit me, clinging to me like she needed me for life.
And when I touched that wet little pussy, she was putty in my hands.
I lift my hand to my face, inhaling that sweet, musky scent off my fingers. My mouth waters and I lick my fingertips to taste her.
All the while, I’m pumping my cock with my other hand, imagining that Cat is touching it, imagining that I’m thrusting the head between those soft pink lips . . .
The orgasm explodes out of me without warning. Thick, hot cum pours over the back of my hand.
I picture her on her knees before me, begging to lick my fingers clean . . .
For the next week, I leave Cat alone.
It’s extraordinarily difficult, because my craving to take control of her again is almost irresistible.
But I know the same impulse is working on her. If I give her time for the shock and shame of our encounter to fade away, then all that will remain is the nagging desire to be touched again . . .
Meanwhile, I’m consumed by two things at once: my fixation on Cat, and my growing obsession with my boxing classes.
I’ve always loved to fight, but I’ve never been trained by a professional on Snow’s level. He sees everything. It can be frustrating, because he detects even the tiniest flaws in my form. But it’s also incredibly rewarding, because whenever I follow his instruction, I improve tremendously.
Our training sessions are long and grueling. I’ve never put my body