Cat Haus - The Complete Story (4 page)

John didn't wake when I snuck out of bed to go clean up in one of the bathrooms. Yes,
bathrooms
, plural. I went exploring a bit while he slept and found a kitchen, another bathroom and a smaller bedroom, all before I went back to join him. He didn't wake when I crawled naked into bed next to him.

I doubted I'd get what I'd hoped for—a paid week in this surreal paradise with him. Even so, it was nice being able to fall to sleep in the lap of luxury, pressed against the hard, warm body of the man I'd spent the night satisfying. At least I had the rest of tonight and the excuse that I had to make sure John got his money's worth so as not to embarrass Gus.

CHAPTER 3

A noise I couldn't identify in my groggy state woke me. When I opened my eyes I saw John standing in front of the bedroom dresser buttoning the cuff of his shirt. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

I drew in a breath and pulled myself higher on the pillow. It was morning, judging by the light coming through the curtains.
 
"No, it's fine."

"I've ordered breakfast. It should be here any moment," he said.

"Thank you." Good in bed and he fed me. I wished all johns were this nice—no pun intended.

He faced the mirror and flipped up the collar of his shirt, looping a tie behind his neck. "Feel free to take a shower if you want. There's a robe in the bathroom you can use."

"Thanks. I wouldn't mind borrowing the robe to wear during breakfast, but I actually showered last night after you fell asleep."

A frown creased his forehead when he turned away from the mirror and toward me, his hands paused on the tie. "You got out of bed, showered, and came back, and I didn't wake up?"

"Nope. You were out like a light. You even snored." I laughed at the expression on his face. "Don't worry about it. It was late and you'd had a bit of a workout. Remember?"

"I realize that, but I never sleep so soundly."

"Guess I'm as good as a sleeping pill." I shrugged and flipped back the sheets, swinging my feet to the carpeted floor.

"I guess you are." His gaze tracked me as I padded nude across the room and to the bathroom. That gave me great satisfaction. He might be back in businessman mode, but I could still grab his attention.

I had to pee, wash my face and put on that robe before breakfast, which was starting to sound very good as my stomach began to wake up along with the rest of me.

By the time I emerged from the bathroom, swathed in an excessive amount of white terrycloth because the hotel issue robe was obviously sized for a man and not a woman, the breakfast was already set out on the table in the next room. Coffee, juice, sliced fruit, muffins, and croissants with a selection of jams and jellies covered the table.

John lowered the newspaper in his hands when I came in. "Help yourself. I put in my breakfast order when I checked in, but if you wanted something else, I can call down."

"No, this is fine." I grabbed a croissant. It was still warm, all soft and fresh. Sitting on the sofa, I folded my legs beneath me, tore off a flaky piece and popped it into my mouth as I eyed the man across from me.

He glanced up from the newspaper and caught me watching him. "You look like you have something you want to say."

I had about a hundred things I wanted to say or ask him, but I settled on one. "It's just when you asked if I'd stay the night, I figured it was because you'd want more from me. If not last night, then this morning."

He raised one brow. "I didn't realize that was an option for this morning."

I laughed. "Why not? I'm not a vampire. I can come out other than at night."

"I meant, I won you from Gus for the night. Not for the next day, as well." His smile made him seem indulgent though not amused by my little joke.
 

"Gus isn't here." I lifted one shoulder.

Seconds ticked by as John watched me. Thinking, I suppose. The man thought so hard I could almost see it. He folded the newspaper and laid it on the table. "I have a conference call in one hour."

"You're good, but I don't think you'll need a whole hour."

"You'd be surprised." He stood and took the few steps to reach the sofa, undoing his belt along the way.

"I like surprises." I put my uneaten breakfast down on the side table and stood too, untying the robe's belt. I let it slip off my arms, the weight of the cloth taking it all the way down to the floor.

He surprised me when he spun me to face the sofa and bent me over with one palm planted firmly in the center of my back. In this position I could look down and see his black boots as he stepped closer behind me. I widened my stance and he wasted no time, plunging his cock into me with one hard stroke.

This was nothing like last night. There's something on the menu at the Cat Haus called The Girlfriend Experience. It's when the guy wants the kind of sweet sex he'd get from a steady girlfriend. The kissing and caresses and snuggling in bed after. Last night with John had felt almost like that, the polar opposite of now when he pounded into me from behind like a man who wanted to fuck someone—anyone—just to get off and get on with his day.

Though I suppose he did have to get on with his day. He did say he had a phone meeting. And as time moved on and John still plunged into me with no end in sight, I had to begin to wonder if he'd be finished in time.

"I'm sorry. It takes me a while in the morning." He must have sensed my boredom. Or he'd seen me glance at the clock on the wall.

I turned my head and tried to see him over my shoulder. "I can help you with that."

"Can you?" He stopped pounding into me. "And how's that?"

"I'll show you."

"All right." The skepticism was clear as he pulled out of me and stepped back.

"Take your pants and underwear off. You can leave the shirt and tie on."

I wasn't sure he would, but he did as I asked. I leaned back on the couch and motioned for him to get on top of me.

"The missionary position is going to make me come? This is seriously your solution?"

"No. Just trust me. Do you?" I asked.

"Trust you? Yes, I do." He laughed as if his own answer surprised him. Though I bet it wouldn't be as much of a surprise as what I was about to do.

"Slide inside me."

He rolled his eyes as if he had no faith in my ability, but he did as I asked, while I resisted the urge to smack him. As if sliding inside a hot, wet pussy was such a chore. Jeesh.

I slipped my forefinger into my mouth and got it good and wet with saliva before I reached behind him. Spreading his cheeks, I began to circle his ass. He clenched, and he'd already been tighter than tight to begin with.

"Relax."

"Easy for you to say. It's not your ass."

I shook my head at his foolishness. Some men were complete babies about anal penetration. John was afraid of one tiny fingertip, when I'd had far larger things than that in my ass. "I promise you, you'll like it."

"And if I don't?"

"I'll stop . . . and you won't get to come before your meeting."

His breath left him with a sigh as he gave in. "All right. But be gentle."

I laughed. "I will. Promise." Still, he didn't move, but remained braced above me, tense and waiting, like a blindfolded man in front of a firing squad. "It might help if you fucked me a little. You know, to take your mind off it."

As if he'd forgotten what he was here for, he nodded. "You're right."

He rocked into me, the movement small and slow. I took that opportunity to tease his hole just a bit, circling, getting him used to the feel of my touch. I breached him with just the very tip, but didn't push deeper. Not yet. He needed to learn to trust me, and shoving knuckle deep inside what I knew had to be a virgin ass wasn't the way to get him to loosen up.

I pulsed against his tight ring of muscles, applying pressure but not penetrating him yet. I felt him relax enough he opened just a bit. I pressed slightly deeper and he drew in a shaky breath.

"You all right?"

He swallowed hard. "Yes."

I was enjoying devirginizing my sexy businessman's ass. I'd bet good money that in an hour he'd be sitting on that conference call unable to listen to anything being said because he'd be reliving this moment, over and over in his head.

"Just a little bit farther and I'll hit the perfect spot."

"There's an end goal to this torture you're subjecting me to?"

"Oh, yeah. And I’m going to say
I told you so
when I reach it and you come harder than you ever have in your life."

"Doubtful."

"Wait and see." With the challenge clear, I had renewed enthusiasm to prove him wrong. I forged ahead, pressing deeper. He moved away from the pressure until I had to reprimand him again. "Relax."

He laughed, but it came out as a short nervous burst. "Yes, you keep saying that but . . . "

I latched onto his earlobe and sucked it between my teeth. A tremor ran through him.

"How about if I promise you can do the same thing to me as soon as I finish with you?"

"That might help. A bit."

"Okay, it's a deal. Now, relax," I repeated before I went back to working his earlobe with my mouth. I felt some of the tension leave him.

I was only up to the first knuckle, and my hands are pretty small, so I was barely an inch in. I needed to be deeper to hit the spot that would make him a convert and have him begging the next girl he was with for a little ass play.

"Almost there. Just a little . . . bit . . . farther." I pushed deeper as I spoke soothing words.

The breath he released, tinged with a moan, told me I'd reached the spot. He held perfectly still, braced above me. His cock, hard inside me, filled me completely.

This wasn't the best angle or position for this, but I tried to make do. I set a rhythm, press and release, over and over again, working the male equivalent of the G-spot.

His breath quickened and he began to plunge into me again, his timing matching mine. Each downward stroke grew more intense than the last and was accompanied by a sound of pleasure as he lost himself in me again.

"Oh, God. I think I'm going to come."

I moaned against his ear. "Then come."

A few more thrusts and one loud groan and he did. I felt his cock pulse, emptying inside me.

Clearly done, he leaned heavily on me. His weight pressed me into the sofa, but I wasn't done with him yet. I'd taken too long to get inside his tight, scared little butt to leave yet. I continued to slowly, gently press into him with my finger.

He drew in a sharp breath. "That should not feel good. Why does it?"

Poor John sounded so miserable at the fact he was enjoying my finger in his ass I had to laugh at him. "You don't know?"

"I'm not gay if that's what you're insinuating. I would think the number of times we've been together and all we've done since last night would prove that."

I let out a snort. "Letting someone touch your ass does not make you gay. That wasn't what I was saying at all. I meant I'm surprised you didn’t know that the male prostate is very sensitive to stimulation and anal penetration is the easiest way to do that."

"I didn't know. I apologize. You taught me something. I'm still finding it incredibly strange to be holding a serious conversation while your finger is inside me."

"Your cock is still in me," I reminded him.

"Yes, but that's different."

"Why?"

He laughed. "I don't know."

I chalked this debate up as a win for me. "Do you want me to stop?"

John hesitated, and finally said, "Not yet."

I felt him beginning to grow again inside me. Apparently as much as he bitched about it, he was enjoying this. I smiled. "All right. How long before your call?"

He groaned as I pressed just a bit deeper and his cock responded by lengthening. "I'm starting to not care."

CHAPTER 4

"You're back." Gus's statement of the obvious didn't require an answer since I was there at the Cat Haus right in front of him.

Feeling generous, I indulged him with a response anyway. "I am."

"About damn time." He screwed up his face, making his ruddy complexion and oversized red nose stand out more than usual.

I wasn't about to take this kind of shit from him. Not after I'd done him a favor and for free no less. "You told me to stay if he asked and he asked. I didn't want to
embarrass
you."

His scowl told me he didn't like his own words turned against him. "Fine. The debt is paid in full. Now get to work."

I was dressed in a corset, thigh-high fishnet stockings and stripper heels, standing in the parlor with the rest of the girls waiting for the day's batch of fresh meat and their wallets to come through the door, so I didn't know what the fuck his problem was. "That's what I'm doing, Gus. That's why I'm standing here. To work."

"Fine." He spun on the heel of his shoe that, now that I'd been with an impeccably dressed man like John, I realized could use a good shine. Though Gus probably couldn't see his feet over his belly, so what did he care?