Chapter 133 - Release

Wordlessly, Cate raised herself upward, off of Jon’s cock. He let out a feral snarl at the feel of the cool air against his iron-hard, glistening shaft as she released him.

Jon yanked hard at his nylon restraints, desperate to free his hands. He needed to take charge, to grab her and pin her down and fuck her like an animal. Her exquisite, torturous tease had reduced him to just that: an animal. No… a criminal.

Cate bit her lip to contain her chuckle. Just a minute, Baby, she thought. Balancing herself with a hand on Jon’s hip, she swung her leg over him and gracefully slipped to the edge of the bed. Standing up, she turned her back on him and strolled to the foot of the bed, forcing herself to maintain a nonchalant façade. It was no easy task, considering she was about to boil over with desire.

It had taken every ounce of self-control Cate could muster not to slam herself down on Jon’s enormously-swollen cock and ride him like a bucking bronco. Her lips twisted into a wry smile. Jon may have defeated her self-control in every other way this past week, but for this one brief moment she had found it again. She was back in charge.

Fuck that.

Cate reached down to her belt, unsnapping the pouch containing her utility knife. She pulled the weapon out and turned, pushing the button to flick open the four-inch blade. Not daring to look at Jon’s face so he couldn’t see the intent in her eyes, she strode quickly toward the head of the bed.

Jon’s eyes flew open at the sound of the click and the sight of the knife. What the Hell is THAT for? He watched, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, as Cate extended her arm toward the bedpost, the blade in her hand. With a flick of her wrist she severed the nylon tether, freeing Jon’s hand.

Jon sucked in a sharp breath as he realized why Cate was releasing him. She wanted it as much as he did. And she wanted him to be a full participant. He couldn’t stop a low growl from rumbling in his chest.

Cate strode swiftly around the bed to the other side, freeing Jon’s other hand with another quick slash. She snapped the knife closed as Jon shifted on the bed, rolling toward her. Dropping the knife on the floor beside her, Cate stood breathless, staring into Jon’s blazing eyes.

In a quick motion Jon pushed himself up and swung his feet to the floor. He stared back at her as he pulled at the remnants of his shackles, yanking the nylons from his wrists and flinging them to the floor. His eyes locked with Cate’s, he stood, stepping up close to her.

Cate sucked in a sharp breath as she felt Jon's erection stab against her stomach, under the edge of her bustier. She hoped she hadn’t pushed him too far with her little game and pissed him off.

As if he was reading her mind, Jon reached up with both hands to cup Cate's face. Raising her chin, he dropped his lips to hers and kissed her slowly, deeply, wordlessly telling her he wasn’t angry at all.

Pulling his lips from hers, Jon tipped his head to rest his forehead against hers as he breathed heavily, his fingers caressing the line of her jaw. He trailed his hands gently down Cate’s neck, over her breasts, then down the seams of her satin corset. He dropped his hands to her hips, guiding her to turn around so her back was to him.

Then the Student became the Master.

In a swift movement, Jon reached down and grabbed Cate’s right hand. He quickly stepped backward, yanking her arm toward him and deftly twisting it up behind her back. His other hand grasped Cate’s left elbow, preventing her from turning away from him.

“FUCK!” Cate gasped in surprise as her eyes widened. Her first instinct was to shove backwards, hard, to knock her attacker off-balance so she could escape. But in a split second her desire overrode her training as she realized what Jon was doing. He was showing her he was ready to be the boss.

A smile curled her lips. She had taught him well.

Jon heard Cate’s throaty chuckle and he knew she was still involved in their fantasy. But now they were going to play the game HIS way.

He turned her toward the bed. With just a short step Cate’s thighs brushed against the edge of the mattress. She felt Jon's hand leave her elbow and move to span the back of her neck, his fingers tightening in a silent warning against resistance. She knew what he wanted.

Stepping her stilettoed feet out to shoulder-width apart, Cate bent slightly forward at the waist, arching her back and tipping her ass upward. The movement slightly alleviated the pressure on the arm Jon had pinned behind her back. She moved it slightly, loosening his grasp.

Jon realized he was going to have to release his hold on Cate in order to do what he wanted. “Don’t resist,” he warned her huskily as he lowered the arm he had twisted behind her back. His other hand flexed slightly on her neck, reminding her he was still in charge. “Put your hands on the bed,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir…” Cate purred. She leaned forward and placed her palms on the smooth fabric of the duvet, bending further at the waist. She flexed her arms at the elbow, lowering herself closer to the mattress and forcing Jon to lean slightly forward to maintain his grasp on her neck. With the motion, Cate’s hair fell in a curtain over her shoulder, trailing down to the mattress and baring her back to him. She turned her head slightly as she spoke. “Like this?” she asked innocently.

“Fuck, yeah,” Jon answered, his voice rough with want. He raked his eyes over her body, bringing them to rest on her luscious ass, her cheeks rounded and slightly separated due to her presenting pose. His throbbing cock was just inches from her center. He shuddered at the thought of driving into her and exploding in a surge of wet heat. But first he had to finish the game.

“Now,” he continued. “I’m going to search you.” He trailed the fingers of his free right hand across her right leg, tracing the band of her stocking around from the outside to the inside of her thigh. Then he moved his fingers up to the moist, slick flesh between her legs. He smirked as he was rewarded with a gasp and a small whimper as he stroked her drenched lips.

Jon chuckled wickedly. “Oh, it’s a body cavity search, by the way…” he clarified as he slid his index and middle finger up into her wet core.

Cate’s thighs trembled and her glutes clenched as Jon pushed his hand firmly into her, as deep as he could go. “Godddd…” the breathy prayer escaped her lips of its own accord. She tipped her head back and arched her back more as Jon curled his fingers inside her, his fingertips pressing on the magic spot. “OHHHH!” Cate gasped out at the sensation. Her knees felt weak.

Jon rumbled a growl from deep in his chest. The wait was killing him, but he wanted to give her a little taste of her own medicine. He started to move his hand, pumping his fingers rapidly inside her, rubbing against her velvet walls. “You like that?” he purred.

“Ohhh yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh……” Cate moaned, rocking her hips to the rhythm of his strokes. She braced her hands against the mattress and bucked back against Jon’s hand, heightening her arousal. Her throaty purr made Jon smile, even as his cock throbbed painfully.

“Good,” he rasped, then abruptly withdrew his hand. He smirked evilly as Cate whimpered at the loss. Then, just for good measure, he smacked her sharply on the ass.

Cate let out a little yelp at the stinging contact, jerking her head around despite his hand on her neck. She stared at him wide-eyed for a moment, then a little grin curled the corner of her mouth. “Man, I’ve got you dead to rights now,” she teased. “That’s a lawsuit, Officer Spanky. I OWN your ass.”

“The fuck you do,” Jon growled. "I own YOURS." With that statement, his right hand went to her hip, gripping her roughly as he stepped forward and thrusted hard into her.

“JON!” Cate gasped out in surprise, her knees buckling with the force of his thrust. Jon released his grip on Cate’s neck and moved his hand to grab her other hip. Holding her roughly, he partially withdrew then plunged again into her. Again Cate cried out with pleasure, drowning out Jon’s throaty moan.

Jon stood still, trying hard to hold on, trying not to cum, as his eyes slid down Cate’s spine. They traced over the white satin and black stripes, to the tanned skin below, to her tattoo, to her smooth, round ass, shiny with sweat and pressed firmly against the wiry brown hair of his crotch.

Unable to stop himself, Jon leaned back. He watched breathlessly as his swollen cock inched out of Cate’s pussy. The sight was so erotic, so deliciously dirty it caused a tiny pang of embarrassment to shoot through his consciousness. But he couldn’t look away as he leaned forward, watching himself disappear again inside her.

Stopping himself again as his thighs trembled, Jon raised his eyes to the back of Cate’s neck. Her head was down but turned slightly to the right as she listened for Jon’s next command, her lips parted and wet. Her shining mahogany hair cascaded over her left shoulder as her torso moved rhythmically up and down with her pants of desire.

Jon was momentarily shocked by how submissive Cate looked in this position. This wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to see her face, to watch her full lips pulse with her heartbeat, to look into those entrancing eyes as they swirled sapphire and midnight. He wanted to see into her soul as he possessed her body.

Jon took a step backward, withdrawing from her and releasing her hips from his grasp. “Turn over,” he ordered softly.

Cate obediently lowered her body onto the bed, shifting slightly upward so her hips were on the edge of the mattress. She rolled to her right until she lay on her back, her stockinged legs bent and her feet barely touching the floor. She looked up at Jon, a shiver of anticipation sweeping over her at the desire in his eyes.

Again raking his gaze over Cate’s sinfully sexy form, Jon felt a lusty surge in his groin. He couldn’t wait any longer. With a feral growl Jon reached down to grab Cate’s knees, pulling them upward into a bend until he could reach her ankles. He pulled her legs up to rest her calves against his shoulders, her stilettoed feet hovering behind his head and his sweaty hair brushing her ankles.

Jon leaned forward, his throbbing head once again finding her hot, wet entrance. His hard, sweaty pecs pressed against the backs of Cate’s legs as he pushed them forward toward her chest, bending her at the waist and fully opening her to him.

Knowing he was just seconds away from orgasming, Jon’s eyes moved to Cate’s face, taking in her flushed cheeks and pulsing lips. Their eyes locked and they wordlessly exchanged the same thought…. NOW.

Jon plunged into her, gasping as his abs impacted the backs of her silk-sheathed thighs. Anchoring her legs against his shoulders with a firm grip, Jon withdrew and slammed into Cate again. He leaned into her as he savored the feel of his shaft buried deep inside her walls.

Three slow thrusts were all Jon could manage before his control finally disintegrated. With a husky roar Jon pounded his cock into Cate’s pussy, the fantastic sensation overwhelming his senses. He had been so aroused, so on the edge for the past God-knows-how-long that he couldn’t even feel the warning signs of his ejaculation.

The room spun and he saw stars when it happened. With a raw-throated moan Jon felt the tsunami of his release surge forth. The intensity of the pleasure fully overwhelmed him. He was vaguely aware of Cate moaning his name and a vise tightening around his cock, then everything went gray.

Cate watched Jon’s face as his orgasm crescendoed. His perfect lips stretched into a wide “O” and his eyes rolled back as he grimaced with rapturous pleasure. He was so wildly, stunningly beautiful, caught in the throes of his passion, that she almost couldn’t breathe.

The feel of Jon’s ballistic release rushing forth into her was all Cate needed. Lightning bolts raced to her core, triggering her own climax. She moaned Jon’s name as she spasmed around him, matching his passion.

Jon heard a soft buzzing in his head. He blinked rapidly, trying to focus on something, anything. His sense of touch came back first. He felt something firm and slick pressed against his chest, then he realized his hands were clamped around warm flesh and rigid bone.

Jon shook his head slowly, clearing the haze. What came into view made his heart leap: Cate’s eyes, the smoky azure of a twilight summer sky, glittering with affection.

Realizing he was still holding Cate’s legs locked against his chest, Jon summoned the strength to move. He gently lowered Cate’s ankles from their elevated perch, sliding his hands over her legs to her thighs and guiding them downward on either side of his body until her feet touched the floor.

Without her legs to support him Jon dropped forward, bracing his hands on the bed on either side of Cate’s chest. He tried to catch his breath, his heart still racing from the intensity of their passionate coupling. He realized Cate was breathing heavily too, her chest rising and falling in unison with his.

“Oh…. Oh my… God…” Jon breathed, giving her a weak smile.

Cate chuckled hoarsely, reaching a shaky hand to his face to push a sweaty tendril of caramel hair back from his cheek. “You okay, Baby?“ she asked softly. “Thought I lost you there for a minute.”

“You did,” Jon nodded. With a happy groan he lowered his body onto hers, trying not to crush her but not possessing the strength to support himself on his arms. He savored the feel of her heart beating against his and of her full breasts pressing against his sweat-slicked chest. Jon dropped his head, his flushed cheek rubbing against Cate’s. “God, Cate…” he sighed into her ear. “I love you.”

The confession slipped from Jon’s lips straight to Cate’s heart. She felt a lump rise in her throat as tears sparkled in her eyes. She smiled and slipped her arms around the barrel of Jon’s chest, hugging him against her. Raising her feet from the floor, she encircled him with her legs, crossing her ankles behind his sweaty thighs and locking him to her.

She squeezed her eyes shut and drew in a deep breath as she realized this was the happiest moment of her entire life. This was the memory of Jon that would live in her heart forever, long after he was gone.