Hired! ~22~

Of course the day he finally arrived in the city, there was a major fire and traffic was entangled for hours. He’d abandoned the cab when it was apparent that he wasn’t going to go more than a block an hour, and stomped angrily down the main street until he, sweaty and overheated in the urban heat, found a coffee shop to collapse in. The iced tea revived him somewhat, as did the little waitress he fucked in the back alley. She cried when he pulled out of her pussy, cried harder when he jammed his cock into her asshole. His hand had fisted in her hair, arching her spine, her ass jutting as he punched his way through her resisting rectum. When he was done, he pulled out, carefully removing the condom and tying it off. He put it in his pocket for disposal later before he dropped a $20 on the ground between her feet, then turned and strode away.

Ass-fucking the little slut had relieved some of the pressure from all the frustrations, but he thought seriously about going back and slapping the fuck out of her. Still, his dick was drained, and he’d definitely enjoyed her little mewlings as his thighs banged against her ass while he raped her butthole. Little whore probably liked it way more than she let on, he mused, straightening his shirt as he exited the alley, turning sharply right.

Unfortunately for him, the fire had caused the city to shut power for a whole block, including the building where his little kittycat had applied for a job. He stared at the “Sorry, Closed Due to Fire/Power Outage” sign on the door. Just his fucking luck, he thought with a growl. He headed away, grabbing an available cab. Better to sit in the hotel room and plan what he’d do with his slut when he brought her back here. Which would be soon. Not as soon as he needed, but soon enough.

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The phone rang, jarring her awake. She hurt in places she’d forgotten about, she discovered, trying to roll over to grab the buzzing cell.

“What?” she mumbled, still sex-drowzy.

“Don’t bother to come in today.”

“You woke me up two hours before I have to even get up to tell me to not get up and go to work? That? That’s pure sadism right there,” she growled.

“Why, thank you! I do believe that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me!”

“You’re being a sarcastic bastard now.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. So…why shouldn’t I come ..oh gods I can’t believe I even said that word…” She moaned softly.

“What word? Work?”

“No, I never got that far. Come.  Weren’t you listening? I said come. Like..you know….you said CUM…. Over and over and over and over and over and ov–”

“Gotcha”, he said, attempting to interrupt her flow.   “Kat, you can stop now,” he said, trying not to laugh as she kept muttering “over and over”.

“Unless, of course, you want me to order you to masturbate and come, hmm, 20 more times?”

“NO! No…my pussy is way too sore for that. WAY. TO. Sore. Way.

“Yes, of course. But you know, that wouldn’t really stop me. I hope you understand the benevolence of my restraint here.”

She mumbled something unintelligible, and likely unflattering.

“Can we get back to the topic at hand?”

“Which was that?”

“What was that.”

“What?”

“Kat.”

“What?”

“Your morning grammar is appalling.”

“Oh, that what? What are you even talking about now? I’m so confused. And I hurt. Like…my ass. Ouch. My chin. Did you bite my chin you bastard? Anyway, I hurt and it’s all your fault.”

There was a long pause as he gathered patience, which she took as license to continue.

“And I like it. Liked it. And still like it. You know. I liked it yesterda…hey…wait a minute.  I don’t even remember coming home. How am I here and you aren’t?? Did you roofie me? What the absolute fuck…?!”

He gritted his teeth. When she ran on a tangent, man, there was no stopping her. A ballgag was definitely in her future!

“You were exhausted. MommaLa kissed you goodbye, and said she wished you happy. You giggled. She said you were drunk on good loving. You giggled again, and we went back to your place. I half-carried you upstairs and you wanted me to fuck you in the hallway.”

“I did not.”

“You did. And somehow I resisted, even when you were supremely naughty and tried to play with my cock.”

She giggled.

“That’s a good kind of naughty.”

“Hmmm,” he replied. “So, the reason I’m calling–”

“Is you want to come back and make it up to me? No, wait. No. What?”

“Kat, I can’t get a full thought out with you blathering.”

“I NEVER blather, ” she fumed, sounding deeply insulted.

“Riiiight,” he replied. “Never. So. Don’t come into work. Big fire downtown and the fire department cut the power. Only one here is me, and I’m leaving soon.”

“Coming here?” she said, sounding hopeful.

“No. Home. To sleep. Even Dom’s get tired.”

“You did play hard with me,” she said, smiling, rubbing her finger over the purpling bruise covering her right nipple. “I love that you played hard with me. To me. On me. Hard, but with gentle in there…like little bits of yumminess in the middle of the mean parts. I like the mean parts too, but you do give good cuddles.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re not wearing the belt anymore.”

“No Sir,” she said, her voice husky. “I’m saying it because it’s true. You give good caring. Thank you.”

There was a long pause between them. He was touched by her words. He thought she was going to say more, but a gentle snore came through the phone. Shaking his head and smiling, he disconnected the call.

 

8 thoughts on “Hired! ~22~

    1. YESSSS!! Whoa, five in a row? It’s worth the wait then. Which of course reminds me that the page needs to be updated too, so someday y’all can read it start to finish. I’m so glad you are liking this!

      nilla

      1. yeah, i do it on purpose. i can’t stand reading the ONE post then having to wait. so you know, i’m just gonna come back to the page next month or something. love it. love love love it.

      2. That’s actuallly pretty smart, you! I’m well behind from where I had hoped to be (thanks, evil invading crud!). Nyquil and writing do not go well together!

        nilla

  1. How adorable those 2 are!! Ahhhhh! Does the other guy know where she lives?!? I want to know what happens!

    1. Thanks dreamer! They are so fun…and I’m glad you like them too! (do you hear the shark music from Jaws in your head…dum dum. dumdumdumdum….DUM DUM DUM DUMMMM….) You’ll have to wait and see what happens next…(it’s already starting to be written, too!)

      nilla

    1. Isn’t it though? Yeah it’s D/s. Yeah it’s beatings and all the rest…but without the aftercare, it means precious little. Thanks for liking my story!

      Nilla

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