Drawn to the Flames

4

4For the record, the chorizo, the grande one, was not sliced and diced for Andreas’s famous black beans and Spanish rice recipe.

Indeed, the recipe and the whole notion of supper were forgotten during the three torrid hours of non-stop s*x that began a few minutes after they closed the front door.

Andreas had been with Kate numerous times in her apartment, so he knew where the shower was. The one standout feature of the seventies-built complex was a stall shower in each unit large enough for two close friends (Sasha and her BFF Penny Hashimoto had actually tried three, only to learn that, Yes, three’s a crowd! as she was ejected by Penny and their shared f**k buddy, Larry, from what might have been a memorable, very wet, very slippery ménage a trois).

Andreas turned on the shower and called for Kate. When she came in the door, he pulled her close and kissed her. “You don’t know how desirable you are, puta mama,” he whispered, kissing her again. He helped her into the shower and stepped in behind her. He moved her long russet hair aside and leaned down to nibble at her neck. He reached around her and fondled her breasts, then trailed his hand down to her p***y. In a minute or two he had her on the edge and knelt to finish her with his tongue.

After he’d dried her, he carried her the few steps to the bed and lay next to her. “You are so good to me, Master,” she whispered. He assaulted her lips and played with her c**t as he fumbled in the nightstand for her restraints.

“Put your hands behind your back, baby.”

He lifted her and laid her across her bed, face up. “Let’s see how good a slave slut you can be, pretty one,” he whispered, straddling her face and leaning down to kiss her p***y.

“Kiss my c**k, puta. Lick me all over then take it into your greedy mouth.” He f****d her mouth as he fingered her and loved her c**t with his tongue. Kate had stopped counting her orgasms in the shower. She was still raging inside and came again quickly. She did her best to make Andreas fill her mouth, but he rose and went around to the other side of the bed. Kneeling, he entered her and began slow-f*****g her as he kissed and fondled her breasts. He seemed to be in no hurry. When she couldn’t take the pleasure anymore and moaned for him to come, he flipped her over on her belly, pulled her to him, and slipped her big cushion underneath her. He put two of her pillows under her head. Then he kneeled behind her again and buried himself deep in her cunt.

“You know what I’ve missed most these last few weeks, little one?”

“f*****g me?”

“Yes, of course, but how, puta p***y?”

“I…I don’t know,” Kate said, her voice muffled by the pillow.

“Liar. Bad girl.” He smacked her bottom.

“Oww!”

“Hush, girl! Do you want the neighbors to come over and see what pretty Katy Hadley likes men to do to her?”

“Please, Andreas, don’t…”

“Then tell me what I missed most.”

“Please, Master,” Kate feigned, so hot inside she felt she would burst, “I really don’t know.”

Thwaack!

“But you know what you missed, slave. Tell your owner. As you lay in bed alone and touched yourself, what did you miss most? Tell me!”

Thwaaack!

“Do I need to whip you, puta witch?”

“No, Master, please…”

“Then confess!”

Thwaaaack!

“Oh, God!” she cried, her voice muffled by the pillows.

“Now, girl, or we’ll wake the neighborhood with your screams.”

“I wanted…”

“Say it!”

“I wanted you to spank me.”

“Yes, and then?”

“I wanted you to chain me.”

“Yes, and then what, little puta?”

“I wanted you to use me like your slave, Master.”

“How, girl? Quickly!”

“I wanted you to mount me and force your c**k up me until I cry from the pain and die from the pleasure,” she gasped.

He leaned over her back and kissed his way up her neck. He put his palm under her mouth so she could fill it with her spittle and then used it to lubricate her rectum. “Andreas, please, please do it…” she moaned.

“Do what, little one? Beg your Lord.”

“f**k me in my ass, Master. Please, I beg you.”

After he’d satisfied them both, he released her wrist bonds and held her close for many wordless minutes. They kissed and touched each other through the silence, until Kate had recovered and broke the spell.

“I think you liked seeing me in your sister’s micro skirt,” she teased. “I think when you f**k me you’re pretending I’m her.”

“Careful, Katrina. You don’t know us, not really.”

“Maybe, but I know it’s your fantasy, having her,” she said, goading him. When he pulled her over his lap and spanked her she knew she was right. But he knew a deeper secret.

“What I think about when I’m inside you is how much I want to be inside you, slave girl. But that fantasy is actually yours. I saw you with Carmen, how you danced with her like she was your lover. And I saw you with Deirdre, begging her to use your tongue. I know how much you love loving women. Sharing Rosalita is as much your fantasy as mine, little one.”

He kissed her and whispered. “Confess, babygirl. Admit how excited you were to wear her tight little skirt for me tonight.”

“You mean how you loved seeing me in it,” she countered, laughing. “I bet you imagined the long hair covering my waist was black and silky, like your little sister.”

Thwaaack!

“Ow! Go ahead, hurt me. You know I love it. I’m sure she loves it just as much. And we both know no matter how many times you spank me, in your mind you’re spanking her!”

THWAAACK!

“Damn you, witch!”

“Damn me for knowing you so well? Or damn me for wanting to be her for you?”

He spanked her hard and then put her between his knees. “While you’re sucking my d**k, you can think what it will be like when I make you undress her for me.” Kate shook her head as she licked and kissed his c**k. “You can think about holding her for me. Think how exciting it’ll be to go sixty-nine with her from the bottom, as I f**k her sweet little ass.”

Kate couldn’t honestly deny it, even if her mouth wasn’t filled with him. He was inside her head as much as her body. He knew, and that was the bond they shared, the fundamental connection that was far deeper than the simple one of f*****g.

After he came they lay quietly for a long time. Kate was sure he was still reading her thoughts. As if to confirm it, he turned her to face him. “You’re almost ready to be with us, bellissima.” Kate froze. “With our group,” he added. “Carmen has asked me a dozen times to bring you. Rosalita, too. And Jorge, naturally.” He kissed her. “You know you want to be with us.”

“Andreas, it’s not a good time.”

“If you don’t make the move, Katrina, there never will be a good time.”

Kate said nothing. “You know you’ll be welcomed and loved like you’ve never been loved before. No one expects you to become one of our slave wives, so there’s no risk. You’ll be an honored, treasured guest, that’s all.”

“In chains,” Kate said.

“Yes, little one, but only because we know how much you love that.”

“They know…” Kate said.

“Yes, and respect you for your gifts.”

“Darling, I’m older than your wives. I…I just feel…I know I won’t be what they expect. I would die if I disappointed them… Disappointed you.”

“Katy, my sweet puta, when it comes to coming, you’re incapable of disappointing me, or anyone else. You not only have a perfect body to rival theirs, but an imagination that flies above any height they could ever reach. Just think it over. If you need time, say so. We can begin with just Carmen. You know she’s in love with you. If you want a four, we can add Jorge. Or Miguel.”

“Let me think, sweetheart, okay?”

In the morning, Andreas served her coffee in bed.

“Have you thought about my ‘Girl on a Dolphin’ sketches? I want to begin work on them before we start re-tiling the pool.”

“Go ahead. Deirdre told me she added your project to the budget.”

“I’m going to need a model.”

Kate looked up. “You mean a nude model.”

“Yes.”

“Can’t you hire one? Or use Carmen? Or better, Rosalita. She’d love posing naked for a week or two in front of a half dozen workers.”

“The model needs to be blonde. The Greeks worshipped blondes, Katrina.”

“Like Sasha.”

“She’d be perfect, yes.”

“Never! How can you even suggest it, after the way you betrayed us?”

“Because it’s after, Katrina. We’re all dealing with it. Together. It’s after, and it’s over. Sash and I don’t even hold hands or kiss each other on the cheek.”

“For now.”

“Yes, preciosa, for now. You need to let ‘before’ stay before and let ‘now’ be now.”

Andreas took the breakfast tray to the kitchen and began washing up. Kate was torn. If Sasha knew Kate had denied her the chance to be the model, she’d never forgive her. But if Kate indulged her daughter, she’d only be hastening Sasha’s corruption. Kate knew Sasha was going to follow in her mom’s footsteps, and, given their honest relationship and open understanding of s*x, Kate didn’t object to Sash getting the experiences she craved. But there was no reason her exposure, pun ruefully intended, had to come so soon.

“Can she wear a bikini?” she asked as she followed Andreas to the kitchen, naked and blissfully unaware of the irony in the question.

“No.”

“But—”

“Kate, it’s a serious work of serious art, not a porn scene. Sasha’s body is perfect.”

“You had to remind me. Why can’t you use a photo?”

“Because the painting is going to be a triptych, sweetheart. It would take a whole gallery of poses, and still come off as artificial.”

“A triptych? You’re going to install a triptych on the bottom of the pool?”

“No, Katrina, just the painting. Up on the big bare wall.”

“Jesus! How much is this thing going to cost?”

“It’s covered. Except when it’s not,” he answered, grinning.

“Funny. How much, Michelangelo?”

“You can ask Deirdre when she comes. The point is she commissioned me to do a major painting with three scenes because she’s convinced it’ll help sell the house. This is serious business, Katrina. Art business, yeah, but still business.”

“Serious perversion, you mean,” Kate huffed. “Dierdre is out to seduce Sasha, clearly, and you want her naked. You want her naked and thinking every second how much she’d like to be under you again.” Andreas said nothing. “Well? Do you deny it?”

“No. That would be stupid, since she’s a normal, healthy, sexually active girl.”

“And you’d be only too happy to have her again. Why not add that part?”

“Because, bellissima, there’s no need. You know the answer. I’m a normal male. I adore Sash just as I adore her mother. Of course I want her, but I want her beautiful mother even more, and I promised I wouldn’t take her to bed again until you permit me.”

Kate eased up. He really hadn’t given her any cause for alarm. It was obvious that Deirdre had suggested Sasha as Andreas’s model.

“Let me think about it. Have you approached Sash with this?”

“No.” He stood up. “But it’s her you need to think about, preciosa, not my painting. She won’t be asking you for permission much longer.”