Chapter 13

Squatch.

Kitty wasn’t fully invested in our little trial. She didn’t do anything specific to let me know, but I sensed it in my gut.

She had a wall up, and she didn’t intend to let me past it. Perhaps ever. If I could’ve figured out how to tear it down, I would’ve, but I wasn’t sure anyone was going to do that. It wasn’t going to come down unless she took it down, but how did I convince her it was safe?

I worked at the construction company more than the other businesses that week. One of Frost’s foremen had just become a father, so I filled in for him.

Khan asked me to oversee the dungeons Tuesday night so he could have the night off, which means I watched over one of the pro-subs to make sure no one got too rough with her. I managed to keep my erection from forming while I was there, but I was especially hard on Kitty when she came in from work.

I’m pretty sure she didn’t mind though. Not even a little. As always, I had to be careful not to leave marks, which meant her poor little clit took a shit-ton of abuse. Not my preference, and it rankled, but I handled it without bitching about it. She’d be completely mine in due time, but I had to be patient. The wolf is good at patient.

Kitty handled the party Friday night like a seasoned ol’lady. Gears and Skippy double-teamed Giggles fairly early in the evening, and Kitty watched without emotion. Once again, I wished I knew about her childhood. Something wasn’t right. Few girlfriends handle watching us use the sweet butts without an issue right out of the gate.

Khan showed up at eleven, and he brought a deer-shifter submissive I’d never seen before — complete with leash and collar. The beautiful little sub didn’t speak unless spoken to, and she spent a good part of the evening on her knees with Khan’s dick in her mouth. He introduced her as Nuli.

Kitty’s reaction to Nuli was completely different, and I was reminded once again that she’d never truly been introduced to the BDSM lifestyle. She was startled, at first. Aroused, but confused and possibly upset about being turned on by a woman on a leash.

I put my mouth to her ear. “The deer probably feels safer on a leash, knowing her wolf will protect her from the wolves, bears, tigers, and other assorted predators in the room.”

“And the woman?”

“Seems to be turned on by the entire setup.”

She blew out a breath and nodded. “Yeah. Seems fucked up though.”

Later, I’d have to introduce her to the concept of your kink is not my kink but your kink is okay.

“Well talk about it more in private,” I told her. “I want to play darts. How about if I win, we go to the weight room and you give me a blow job. If you win, I take you to the weight room and eat you out for ten minutes. Loser doesn’t get an orgasm.”

“You know I’ll blow you no matter who wins.”

I chuckled. I did know this. “So, you don’t want to play darts?”

“Oh no, I’ll play you, and I’ll kick your gorgeous ass.”

“My ass isn’t gorgeous.”

Another big smile. “It’s beautiful. It’s a shame you ever have to put pants on.”

I shook my head, took her by the hand, and walked to the dart board. No one was using it, and the people in the vicinity moved a little farther away when they realized we were going to play.

* * * *

Kitty I totally kicked his ass in darts. As soon as I hit zero, he lifted me in his arms and told those nearby, “I need to take her into another room so she can collect her winnings from me.”

It didn’t seem like we’d get much privacy in the weight room. I’d gone to work out with Squatch a few times, and it was just a big room with lots of machines and free weights, and a large wall of windows looking out towards a forested area behind the building. However, when we went in on this night, someone had hung blankets from the top of some of the machines, creating little dens within the larger room. I scented Mad Dog and Velvet, and Squatch took us to the opposite side of the room and settled me on my back on the bench press. I was in a miniskirt and thong, and he pulled the thong off and dove in. I tried to be quiet, but fuck, he knows how to use his mouth and tongue, and I was flying high before I could draw my first breath. My heart raced, my breathing was shallow, and the room tilted.

And then he wiggled my butt plug and that was it. Instant orgasm, and I was far from quiet.

I’m sure he indulged me longer than ten minutes, and I was a bundle of overcooked noodles when he finally finished and let me stop having orgasms. I’d had my knees looped in my arms, and I let go of them and planted my feet on the bench just below my butt.

“Probably be easiest for you to just fuck my face from here. If you want me upright, I need a minute, Sir.”

“That wasn’t the deal. Loser doesn’t get an orgasm until we get home. Remember?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to do without.”

“I understand, but it feels important I keep to the rules.”

I wanted to sit up, but my pussy was soaked and I didn’t want it to touch the bench directly.

“Can I have my underwear back?”

He pushed my knees apart and stuck two fingers in me without warning. “No, I think I like the idea of knowing you aren’t wearing any.”

My hips moved of their own accord, and he chuckled and removed his hand.

Fuck.

“I need to stop by the bathroom, Sir.”

“We’ll go together.”

I wanted to protest, but I didn’t. When I go by myself, I reach around and hold the butt plug in while I pee. When he goes with me, he insists on holding it in, and it’s hard to pee when someone kind of has their finger on your asshole. Somehow, I managed — not that he gave me a choice.

I straightened my hair and fixed my lipstick while we were in the bathroom, and then we returned to the party. Giggles was bent over the back of the sofa being fucked in the ass by someone I didn’t recognize. Khan had the girl he’d brought with him sitting on his dick, but I couldn’t tell which hole it was in. She was leaned forward, giving Magnum a blow job, but the base of his dick was so darned thick, she was only working the first six or so inches. I heard Khan tell her if she didn’t get his friend off soon that he’d let Magnum fuck her ass with that fat dick. She seemed to be doing all she could to get Magnum off.

I’d never fucked a turtle, and I found myself wondering how they’d be. I mean, with a dick that big, slow might not be a bad thing.

My ass exploded in pain, and I jumped and gasped. I looked at Squatch, and his eyebrows were up in his forehead. “I’m not up to arranging playdates for you.”

I grinned at him. “Wouldn’t expect you to. You know what they say about curiosity and the cat, though.”

* * * *

Kitty I awoke Saturday morning deliciously sore. I glanced at the clock, saw that it was nearly one in the afternoon, and realized it wasn’t morning anymore. We’d come home around three, but it was probably close to five before my big bad wolf had let me fall asleep. Damn, something had him worked up, but it’d been fucking good. Nothing extravagant or particularly interesting, just two hours of hard, down and dirty fucking in all of my holes and in more positions than I wanted to count.

And, again, no way to count the orgasms.

I sat up, and he pulled me down so my head was on his shoulder.

“I need to pee, and I’m hungry,” I told him.

“Pee and come back. I have some tube steak for you.”

“I have to be at work in three hours. I’m working four until four tonight since I was off last night.”

He sighed and let me go. “Grab a shower and I’ll get breakfast started. I’m gonna help out at the restaurant a few hours this evening. I’ll bring you dinner around eight. Special today is country fried steak, that work for you?”

“Yes, with mashed potatoes and white gravy, please. I don’t need another vegetable choice, just give me twice the potatoes.” I’d have asked for pie, but you can’t pig out on break unless you want to look three months pregnant when you go back on stage. The double mashed potatoes were probably too much. I’d have to see how it felt as I ate.