Chapter 08

"I called you here because I'm having a really tough day... and I urgently need to relax. And while some people relax by working out at the gym... or getting a massage from a professional... I only truly relax when I have an orgasm. When I have a very intense orgasm, one of those that you can achieve on your own, but that deserves to be shared with someone, you know?" She smiled, mischievously. "What do you say, Harry? Can you help me... relax?" She finished by tracing a line with her nails between two of his shirt buttons.

"Of course, Miss Beauvoir," he corrected himself in time.

"Great!" She affirmed, pulling him down by his shirt until he knelt in front of her.

Maintaining eye contact with him, Kath opened her legs slightly while slowly lifting her skirt, revealing she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and relaxed, almost lying in her chair. He took a deep breath and instinctively licked his lips when he saw her exposed intimacy. Then he looked back at her face with a questioning expression, wondering about her plans and what kind of game he should or could play.

"I want you to taste me, Harry... to savor my excitement, my pleasure... to consume me, savor me... delight in me." Her tone was seductive and deliberate, filled with desire and anticipation.

By the time she finished speaking, he had knelt even closer to her, with his hands firmly on her thighs, parting her legs and diving into the space between them. He moved towards her like a beggar, a hungry man, who receives not just any meal, but a feast prepared for a monarch, with the rarest and most precious spices of the realm.

"That's it, Harry," she encouraged him as she felt his tongue traverse her entire cleft. "That's exactly how I imagined it." She gasped. "Exactly like this!" She assured and moaned.

He did exactly as she commanded. He licked, sucked, satisfying the desire to feel her, to have her pulsating in his mouth, while she became wetter and wetter due to a mixture of his warm saliva and her own increasing and maddening excitement, until her desire was fulfilled, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"Wow." It was the first sound she managed to make, still with her eyes closed, sprawled in the chair, with him sitting on his knees in front of her. "Who would have thought you'd be so good at this!" She added, slowly opening her eyes.

"I'm not an id-idiot, Kath," he said, getting up. The offended tone in his voice was such that she didn't even realize she had called him by his first name.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to offend you." She apologized, sincerely. "I don't think you're an idiot... quite the opposite. I just thought that maybe, since you've only had one girlfriend in your life, I might need to give you some tips... teach you a few things. But you don't need to improve anything! Either you practiced a lot with your little girlfriend, or you have a natural talent... and I would bet on the latter, for sure." She smiled mischievously, while adjusting her skirt and sitting up straight in her chair.

"I don't know," he said, running his hand through his hair and chuckling, a mix of shyness and vanity.

"It's a shame, but I have work to do now... and I'm sure you do too, don't you?" She commented, friendly, looking at the noticeable bulge under his pants. "But our plans for later are still on." She reminded, running her hand over the bulge.

"Okay. See you later." He said, heading for the door, eager to get to the bathroom and relieve the pressure, now that he knew that the fun with her would only happen at night. Many hours still remained!

"Harry, I almost forgot," she turned to him. "I had to give Brad the night off. You'll have to come to my place with me. I'll leave at seven, okay? From the same place you had arranged with him."

"Okay."

Harry had to deal with his own "problem" in the bathroom, or he wouldn't be able to work. For the rest of the day, he wanted to do it several more times, as his brain insisted on envisioning Kath and him having sex in various positions, touching each other in every place, exploring not only the secret room but other parts of her house and office. He restrained himself because he wanted to save the excitement for when he was actually with her, not alone with the perversions she provoked in his formerly well-behaved mind.

Apart from that, something else was preventing him from concentrating on work. He was irritated with Samuel and needed to find a way to confront him without being indiscreet about Kath. What had gotten into his best friend, someone who was almost like a brother, to share details about his past with strangers, mentioning things like the fact that he'd only had one girlfriend in his entire life? He was almost regretting bringing the young Irishman to be his assistant at Red Rave Jewelry Ltd.

Kath wasn't in a much different situation. Although she played that game with Harry in which she gave orders and he obeyed, and the pleasure was all hers, it was just a performance. Even dominants like to give pleasure to their submissives, and since he had left the room, all she could think about was tasting him again, and this time, going all the way so that he would explode in her mouth, and she could savor not only his excitement but also his release.

Both counted the hours and minutes until seven, and when the appointed time came, they met at the agreed location, in the company building's garage, punctually. She introduced him to Dean Harvey, the head of security, who would be responsible for taking them to her building that night, and they both took the comfortable back seat of a black luxury car.

"Dean, have you heard from Jake?" She asked, as he had already started the car and was leaving the parking lot.

"He's fine. Brad is with him, and he told me the fever had gone down, and he even wanted to go to school." The guy, who had a shaved head and looked more like security personnel than Brad, in Harry's opinion, laughed.

"Lily was really worried. But at the same time, she didn't want to go home... I didn't understand," she commented.

"She wanted Brad taking care of her son... she said he never does that. I know he does, but I thought it was better not to argue," Harry listened to the conversation, piecing together the information, and concluding that Dean, the new husband of Brad's ex-wife, and the aforementioned ex-wife, Lily, were Kath's secretary.

"Well, the important thing is that Jake is doing well," Kath said, seriously. "Let me know through the intercom when we arrive, okay?" She added, pressing a button, not waiting for a response, and causing a partition to rise between the front and back of the car, leaving them without any communication.