Chapter 1:14 Eyes On Me, Kitten, By Vince 

 

Moving to her rhythm as I pull my hand back to get me out of the too constricting slacks, and into the honey cavern, clenching as hard as it is screaming. I’ve never lost control with a sub. Never been so out of my mind that I haven’t planned at least ten steps ahead on how to get exactly what I want.

If I spent one more second rubbing the kitten, she’s going to cum, and fuck if I’m not going to feel every spasm of it clamping me while she does it. I’m a Master, but have been with Rourke long enough I can fake the Daddy her rainbow hair, and shining innocence is screaming that she needs.

While it was just an adaptation to fuck her brains out at first, this is different. 

She’s so much more little than pet. I read her eyes, her want, her quivering jaw as I pull out of the kiss, and the safe word all Nico’s people have is nowhere in it. A spell of lust, and glittering passion I almost give. 

Almost. 

Letting the collar of my grip on her neck fall and massaging her silky hair and stroking her soaked center while I kiss away the argument just fuels the need.

To get a little more control, I pull my hand back, sucking on her sugar sweet neck, deciding that the counter is going to be the first surface I plan on watching those baby blues blowout on.

Clamping her wrists in one hand, I get her spread eagle on the counter. Telling myself that once I can get enough pressure off to make myself sane again, I’ll figure out a contract that gives me access for every dirty plea Rourke can wrench from her shy mouth.

Her head drops and her chest lifts in the grind of my open pants against her center while I share the juices I sucked off my fingers between our lips. I’m getting ahead of myself, and won’t commit to anything until I’ve felt it first hand. 

Regardless, I haven’t been this horny over a five-minute petting session since I was a teenager. My dick is throbbing in my hand, and I’d say the kitten becoming our new ‘Heather’ is a safe bet. 

I swear even my dick can taste how sweet she is. Leaping as it hits the wet spot of her pants, spread eagle on the counter. I don’t have the patience to peel her out of the cargos, so I release her wrists to rip the seam instead. 

Not willing to deny myself the feeling of her juicy pussy bareback for how tightly it squeezed my fingertip. “Beg for it,” I press my bare shaft on the pants she’s leaked through, which is all it takes to send her over that edge. 

I hold her hair taking in her every feature mid-climax, so purely fucking sexy I don’t even need the words for inspiration. Just as I’m about to shred the barrier between my leaking tip and the tight little holes mewing for it….

“Boss!” I feel the skittish thing, jump and scramble breaking away the moment I'm about to rip off her cargo pants. My guys know better to interrupt unless it's an emergency, but hell if I care about my dick swinging in the moment Vlad busts in. 

“What!” I bark spinning her to the first of many positions I'm going to fuck her in. Both of her slim wrists are in one of my hands. “Um...” I have nothing to be ashamed of. Big as he appears Vlad is a steroid freak with walnuts between his legs. 

Making a horse blush is something I've achieved in the past, and the guys that have been with me this long are no more bashful than I am. I'm about to chew him out when a tall, leggy and trim Asian girl with black hair, brown eyes and an all too alluring maid's outfit steps from behind his wide back glaring at the would be ginger. 

“Fuck off!” I roar at him in Italian. My asshole twin double booking the only reason I'm not balls deep in the kitten I want to keep versus the walking skeleton I could give a fuck less about. 

I don't' realize my grip has slipped and rather than continuing to grind on me the kitten’s on her back. Once again digging in her shoulder bad with her newly freed hands. Being who and what I am. Even with my cock swinging, I'm not so far gone I don't sense a threat. 

However, when my hand clamps around her neck again, actually squeezing this time, a sealed couriers envelope of legal documents is hauled at my face. 

Shit. 

I'd forgotten all about Gaines sending me new account information via messenger, which she actually is all but rolling to a kneeled runners start to the elevator utterly frantic. No doubt another ping to the growing migraine I already have. 

While it takes me more time than I would like to admit. I am boss for a reason. This is my building and regardless of what her intentions are or were, the kitten isn't escaping my clutches. After putting my too sensitive dick back in my pants, I grind against the blue balls as sharp as a swift kick. 

Having Vance get rid of the hooker with a generous tip for her effort, I walk to the elevator which my access has universal command of. She's only made it three floors down, to my darling fiance's level when I call it back up. 

Great. Elena has decided to pull herself out of bed before two in the afternoon, and the nanny I hired for my son is conveniently missing. I'm fairly used to the woman who takes advantage of my connections being a bit hot-tempered, but I'm in no way shape or form in the mood to cater to her bitch fit. 

Especially not with the geriatric I keep telling Nico to retire holding my kid, and the woman I actually want a conversation with frantically trying to escape again. I'm not a small dude in any respect, so it's fairly easy to block her exit. 

Those increasingly fascinating eyes get wider, and the lips I intend to spend days with are licked nervously. I can practically see her pulse fluttering in her neck as she backs up to the hand railing, eyes locked with me. At least we've established that. 

Eyes on me kitten.