Chapter 8: Old Friends Part 3
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It didn't take long for Alexandre to show up at her place. He eagerly knocked on the door and she opened it. Alexandre immediately fell to his knees before she even had a chance to close her door. She could tell his jeans were uncomfortable and with the way his fingernails were digging into his thighs, she could tell he was ready to play.
"We're not in the room yet." She looked at him in shock through her red lace mask.
She wore a one-piece red leather outfit. It had a sweetheart neckline, and the bottoms were short and curved along her ass cheeks, causing a crescent of rounded skin to show at the base of the leather. Ruffles ran along the hem that curved around her hips. Delicate straps of leather peaked from her red outfit and crisscrossed over her breasts and circled her upper thighs. A short sleeved, black silk, kimono draped along her body and black heels sat on her feet. She was just as breathtaking as before, causing his c**k to flex and swell to its brink. He didn't know how much longer he would last.
"Permission to stand, Mistress Widow?" Alexandre spoke and she could hear the strain in his voice.
Widow walked up to him and placed her fingers under his chin, tilting his face up. He looked at her with heavily lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. He shifted his thighs and his hands itched to touch himself. To release his built-up tension.
"What got you so riled up, my kitty cat?"
"I feel ashamed to say." Alexandre looked away from her and his cheeks burned redder.
"Come. Let's go to my room. What happens in there stays in there." Widow smiled and slowly let her hand slide from beneath his chin.
He swallowed hard and followed her. Alexandre stepped inside and left to the walk-in closet to put on the outfit she had picked out for him. It was a black leather suit that had a zipper down the front. The zipper pull was a gold bell and the high collar of the suit was made to wrap around your neck. He undressed and changed into the skintight suit. He slipped on the belt tail and clawed gloves. Then the boots, which had steel toes. He swallowed hard as he opened the red box beside him to find a black mask and a pair of black cat ears. Both of them were made of a matching leather. He tied the mask around his head and placed the ears in his hair. Alexandre turned to the mirror and took in how he looked. He messed up his hair and let it hang in his chartreuse eyes before he walked back out to her.
The suit didn't hide much, and he noticed her eyes drift down from his chest to the bulge that rested between his thighs. Cat suddenly forgot the rule when he caught her rosy cheeks. Forgot that he was supposed to be on his knees.
He started walking towards her with intent in his eyes. Her heart raced and she gasped as she saw his dangerous expression, one of lust and s****l frustration.
Widow snapped out of it and pushed him back by his chest and she looked away. "On your knees."
Cat stopped in his tracks, suddenly brought back to reality by her words and he dropped to the floor and obediently placed his hands on his thighs.
Widow began to panic, realizing that he may have begun to have feelings for her too, but it wasn't what she wanted from him. She didn't want him to have feelings for her. She didn't want this. She wanted to have fun. That's it.
She placed her heel in the middle of his chest and slid it up to his chin. "I'll ask you this once. You have one chance to answer."
He peered up at her, panting hard. He looked up at her with a glare that cut through her like a hot knife. "Yes, Mistress Widow."
"Do you have feelings for me?" Widow gave him a serious expression. One that was deeply rooted in her own fear of falling.
She shouldn't care if he was falling for her. It didn't even matter. So, what if he had feelings for her? So, what if he had come at her?
Cat's bottom lip quivered, and he looked down at his lap and shook his head.
"You have feelings for someone else? A woman I remind you of?" Widow's heart skipped as she watched him nod. She could feel shame radiate off of him as he admitted that to her.
"Yes, Mistress Widow." Cat spoke and sighed, letting his shoulders slump.
Widow wanted to run. She wanted to fall backwards and leave him in the room alone, but as soon as the panic set in... anger and betrayal coated it and strangled it to death.
"Who is she?" Jealousy filled her veins and pumped adrenaline through her.
Cat just shook his head and held his fisted hands out at her, hoping she'd drop it and just punish him. Show him how much lower he was to her. How he deserved to be treated. He heard her sigh and soon she was sitting in front of him.
"Let me guess... you don't think she'll accept your lifestyle?"
Cat nodded and didn't look in her eyes. She grabbed his wrists and placed them onto his lap. She cupped his cheek and brought his face up so that his eyes were level with hers. "Look at me. If she can't see past that... then she's not worth your time, Kitty."
Cat nuzzled her hand and felt comfort in her touch. She warmly smiled and stood up, yanking him up with her.
"Now, be a good pussycat and go over to that chaise lounge."
Cat stood up and walked over to it. She walked over to the wall of bars and pulled a spreader bar from the wall. She sauntered back over and pushed him onto the lounge by his chest. He fell back onto it and looked up at her with parted lips. His c**k twitched and she threw the bar beside him. Cat watched her slowly let her kimono fall from her arms to the floor, and he swallowed hard.
She walked over and straddled his thighs. "You've been a bad... kitty, Cat." She wrapped her hands behind his neck and suddenly tugged his head back by his soft hair. He groaned as she brought her lips close to his and ground her p***y against his d**k.
"You've been a bad- bad- kitty." She bounced with each word and then hungrily pressed a deep kiss against his lips.
His hands went to her ass, and he groped it. She gasped and slapped his hands off of her and he chuckled against her kiss.
Widow leaned back in his lap, letting her breasts kiss the air, while her palms pressed right above his knees. He swallowed hard as she took his hands and skimmed them up her stomach. She made him knead her breasts in his hands and he groaned. Widow rocked her hips against him, and he groaned louder as precum spilled from the tip of his c**k.
She leaned back up with her bottom lip between her teeth and gripped the bell pull on his suit. She slowly pulled it down and licked along his pecs. Widow skimmed her teeth against each of his n*****s and he blushed as she sucked on one of them. She trailed her heated kisses up his chest to his neck, where she lavished his pulse point. He moaned as she rolled her hips, sliding his suit down his arms and to his waist. He brought his hands to her hips, and she grabbed them and slammed them down beside his hips.
"Don't touch, Kitty Cat," Widow whispered along his ear and nibbled on his earlobe.
Cat groaned and she stood up to walk back over to the cabinets.
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