All Chapters of From Pastel Shades to Red: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

She offered her hand to him, and he looked at her, confused. With a piercing gaze and a teasing smile, she was able to make him understand that she wanted him to hold her hand, to go somewhere together. He held her hand for the first time, noticing the contrast in sizes and finding it amusing that a woman with such a small hand, easily enveloped by his, could want to dominate him and, with her mere presence, truly be capable of doing so.Kath enjoyed the firmness with which he held her hand, but she decided not to dwell on the feeling of security and comfort that their intertwined fingers brought her. Instead, she focused on the seductive game she was about to involve him in. She walked over to a bookshelf in the somber room, placed her small hand behind a porcelain sculpture, and pressed a button that made the bookshelf move and a door appear.Behind that door, in stark contrast to the discretion of the previous two rooms Harry had been in, was a bedroom that resembled a motel room,

"I'm sorry, sir," Brad Gilmore said shortly after hanging up his phone. "I shouldn't answer while I'm driving, but it was my ex-wife, and when she calls, I always get worried, thinking something might have happened to the kids.""Don't call me sir, Brad. You must be a little younger than me," Harry replied from the back seat of the car."It's a matter of respect, sir.""But you don't work for me, so I don't see the reason.""Well... thinking like that. Alright... Harry," Brad said with a friendly smile."Better that way," Windson replied. "So... children?""Yes, yes... My kids," the young man's excitement increased considerably. "Jake and Grace... I wanted Neytiri, but I lost that battle." He laughed and, looking in the rearview mirror, noticed his interlocutor's puzzled expression. "Avatar?""Hmm? The movie?""That's it! My all-time favorite movie! Neytiri is the name of the Na'vi girl who saves Jake... The guy who's using the avatar." He saw Harry nodding, following his train of tho

"Do you want me, Harry?" She asked in a playful tone."You..." He cleared his throat because the word almost didn't come out. "You have no idea!""What do you want to do with me, hmm?""Everything!" He answered without hesitation, sincere."Everything?" She chuckled. "Ambitious of you! I like that. But no, Harry! Not everything... not today. You have to choose one thing, just one thing to do with me. What will it be?""Um... touch you?" He asked, confused."Well, you can touch me, of course. If that's your choice. But, as you're new to this, let me explain it to you properly, handsome." He nodded, attentive. "It'll be one thing only, and I won't do anything, only you will. If you touch me and give me pleasure like that, it's perfect for me, but I won't touch you, and you won't be able to touch yourself while I'm here, and... Well, I imagine this might be a bit frustrating for you, so maybe it's good for you to choose something else since this time I'm giving you a choice, and it won't

"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

"Harry, tell me something," she said in an authoritative tone. "What part don't you understand about behaving well so you don't have to be punished?""I... I understand, Miss Beauvoir.""Um... Do you understand?" she asked debauchedly. "I praised you so much, Harry. I rewarded you by giving you a moment to enjoy... Just to enjoy... And you repay me by being disobedient?""I... No..." he tried to answer, but he was confused."You really don't remember doing anything wrong, do you?" she saw him confirm with a nod. "I believe you, Harry... But I'm still going to have to punish you. It's a shame, my darling... But those are the rules," she said ironically."What are you going to do to me?" he asked, feeling his breath start to come in gasps, his heart racing. It wasn't fear, however, but an enormous anxiety about what was to come. She took him by the hand to the pole where she had danced for him the night before and leaned him against it, while she spoke again."You don't remember, but yo