Good Girl (17 page)

“Not if they know what’s good for them.”
Hunter shot a warning look over his shoulder, and the leaning guy nodded. “Jake
will keep everyone back.”

“Jake is the one I’m worried about!”

“Don’t judge a book, Kali. Jake is the
kind of guy I’d want on my side in a fight.”

He was so certain, that she relaxed in
spite of herself. “I trust you.”

“So do you want to play?” he asked.

She forced herself to not look behind
him. “Yes, I do.”

He leaned in like he was going to kiss
her, his hands sliding down to her wrists. “Put your hands behind you on the
bench.”

A shiver went through her. Why did his
quiet order turn her insides to mush like that? Was it the tone, the way he was
sure she would obey? She did obey without thinking twice.

He ran his hands through the back of her
hair, pulling and stretching her to stand tall. He rubbed her neck and then her
shoulders, loosening her up. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. “You’re in my
hands now.”

She closed her eyes, glad that she
couldn’t see the watching faces at the end of the hallway. He ran his hands
down her chest and her waist, tightening and lifting, so she was off her feet
for a few moments. Then down her hips to her thighs.

He hesitated, then his hands rose again,
under her skirt. “These have to come off.” He pulled on her nylons.

Her eyes flew open. She started to try
to help him, but he ordered low, “Put your hands back.”

She swallowed and put her hands back,
not sure how she felt about it.

“Close your eyes,” he added.

She did. It was an odd, helpless feeling
as he tugged down her nylons, twisting slightly to help him pull them down over
her buttocks. It was far more intimate somehow than simply undressing herself. He
moved very slowly and deliberately as he pulled them down her legs, then gently
lifted each foot out of her pumps one at a time to pull off the nylons.

She peeked and saw him kneeling in front
of her, carefully rolling up her nylons and tucking them in his shirt pocket.
Closing her eyes again before he could see, she felt comforted by that. She
didn’t like the idea of them discarded and lying on the floor of this place.

Hunter ran his hands up her bare legs,
and she shivered again, feeling the chill air of the basement floating along
the concrete floor. He kept going up, pulling up her narrow skirt along with
his hands, all the way until her skirt was bunched around her hips. She shifted
uneasily, thinking of those watching eyes at the end of the hallway. She really
wanted to push her skirt down. Fighting herself, wanting to push down her
skirt, but not wanting to remove her hands from the bench and disappoint him.

She opened her eyes. He was standing
back watching her, clearly enjoying her inner turmoil. “You don’t like that.”

“I feel so exposed!” Even though he was
blocking her from view, the fact that her panties were showing made her blush
fiercely in shame. Her mother always made her wear tights when she was little
so her panties didn’t show while she was playing. All those multi-colored
tights that she loved, that kept her safe.

“Not any more than a bathing suit.” He
bent over, examining her pale blue panties, “Pretty. Nice and lacy.”

Her hand slipped off the bench, wanting
to hide herself. “You can see through them.”

“Barely.” He leaned over and kissed her
pussy through the lace. “Juicy! I wish I could really make you squirm, but it’s
not allowed.”

She gasped. The men at the end of the
hallway, and a couple of women, were crowded in watching them. He rubbed his
mouth against her through the lace, making her throb from his hot breath.
“Hunter!”

He laughed, low in his throat, a sexy
sound that promised more evil to come. “You really are my delicate little
flower. I didn’t realize they still made them so sweet in the country. Maybe it
is
modesty…”

“Now you’re laughing at me!” she blurted
out.

“Yes.” He was laughing up at her, still
nuzzling her.

Somehow she kept her hands on the bench,
even as her irritation flared. “I don’t like being made fun of.”

Instantly his smile was gone. “I was
teasing. I would never think bad of you.” He stood up, putting his arms around
her, brushing back the hair around her face. “I think you’re adorable, Kali!
You make every second worthwhile. I love being with you because you’re honest
and good. I’m laughing because I’m so happy someone like you exists. It
reaffirms my faith in mankind.”

She put her hands to his head, sinking
her fingers deep into his hair as he kissed her. Like he didn’t want to stop.
She melted into his arms.

As he pulled away, he whispered, “Put
your hands back down.”

With a tremulous smile, she did.

His fingers went to the top button on
her shirt. “I laugh when I’m with you because you take all the seriousness
away. I feel like it’s easy when I’m with you.”

She watched him open her top button.
“I’m sometimes very uneasy with you. I never know what you’re going to do.”

“Same here. But I like that about you.
Most people are so predictable.”

More praise.
This is getting a little
embarrassing.
Then on second thought:
Maybe it’s just part of the scene.
Softening me up.

He undid the next button. “I’d like to
strip this off you all at once, like a caveman taking his woman. Then carry you
out there over my shoulder to display you to everyone, to show them what I’ve
won.”

Her mouth opened round. “You wouldn’t do
that!”

“I will. Someday. I promise you that.”
He put his hand over her eyes. “Close your eyes, you bad girl. I’m going to
have to bind and blindfold you if you can’t obey. Would you like that?”

She shook her head.

“You need to answer me when I ask a
question, Kali.” Again with that tone of command in his voice. More real than
play-acting.

“No, I wouldn’t like that. Sir.” Again
she felt that terrible conflict. She shouldn’t be the obedient little woman,
but when she called him Sir, it thrilled her deep inside. And that scared her.
It broke the first rule her mom had taught her when she started to date: you
don’t do what boys tell you to do. She could hear her mom’s voice in her head,
saying, “If he’s pushing you, then he’s only thinking about himself.”

Hunter finished unbuttoning her shirt
and slowly slipped it over her shoulders. He pushed it all the way down to her
wrists, holding her hands in place against the bench. “Keep them there.”

Now with the shirt stretched tight
between her wrists behind her back, she felt bound. It was easier to keep her
hands on the bench, like she had no choice now. She took a deep breath, keeping
her eyes shut so she didn’t have to see the people watching them.

But after what Hunter said about showing
her off to everyone as his prize, for some reason she didn’t mind their
searching eyes so much. He thought she was special, and that’s all that
mattered. So what if they were judging her? They would also value her just because
he did, and they valued him.

It made her lift her chin higher, ready
for whatever he did. And glad she was wearing her pretty sky-blue lingerie set.
It looked good with her pale skin and dark hair. Having her skirt bunched
around her hips made her feel even more undressed, for some reason. Disheveled
and wanton. Words she had never felt before.

He leaned in and murmured, “I’m going to
touch you all over.” He drew his hands up the outside of her thighs.

She gasped. One of his hands was silky
soft and the other rasped and scraped her, making her wince away. He smoothed
his hands back and up her buttocks, where he slowly began to squeeze.

“This won’t cut you. But it may leave
some scratches.”

“Hunter!” she gasped, as the prickly
hand dug into her butt cheek, tiny shafts of pain lancing out.

Somehow she kept her eyes closed. “What
is it?” she asked.

“A vampire glove, and this hand is bunny
fur. I know which one you like best.”

She wanted to focus on the furry hand,
but the bitey glove was too much to ignore. He stroked her whole body up and
down, pausing to pinch or buff certain tender parts like her inner thighs or
running a finger inside of her bra. He followed it with the fur, drawing it up
under her arms and then tickling under her ear. All the while, the prickles
taunted her, pinching and scraping, making her dance on the end of his string
as she twisted against the padded bench.

He kept urging her on, to take it, to
give in to the feeling, sounding more excited as she writhed harder, pressing
her and pushing her right to the edge. She remembered it was this way when he
was biting her while she was tied up. It was almost too much, but it felt so
good! It sent little zings through her nerves right down to her clit, making
her pant and squirm harder. She had to give into it, to let it pass through her
instead of fighting it. There was nothing but pain and softness as he explored
every inch of her body all the way down her legs to each toe, which he pricked
and soothed, harder and harder as he stroked her like a prized possession.

She focused entirely on the sensations,
jerking and twitching to his hands, only occasionally hearing the sound of a
whip or a cry echo into their hallway. Even that made her feel isolated, like
there was nothing else in the world but this, now, in his hands. In a bubble
together, linked together by a thousand singing nerve endings.

Suddenly his furred hand was on her
pussy, pressing in, rubbing back and forth as he held her against him. She
cried out, trying to stifle her moan with her teeth. She twisted her hips but
couldn’t get away from him and he rubbed her with his whole hand until she was
gasping.

“Yes, Kitty-cat!” he whispered hoarsely.
“Come for me.”

His relentless fingers had learned what
she liked, like he learned everything else about her, watching her every move
so he already knew the rhythm and pressure on her clit that would send her
right out of her mind.

“Yes, give it to me,” he growled in her
ear.

She cried out as she climaxed, shockingly
quick. She who usually didn’t get a chance to orgasm during sex because it was
over too fast. But she threw her head back, letting the waves wash over her, as
he ground his rigid hard-on against her pussy, making her come again before the
waves fully receded.

 When he was done, she was limp and
half-lying back over the padded bench, her arms tangled in her shirt. If he
wasn’t holding her up, she knew she would have sunk down to the sticky floor.

She couldn’t bear to lift her head from
his shoulder to see all those people watching her. She had never expected to
orgasm in front of those watching eyes! Her face burned. It was so awful she
was almost overcome.

But he held her and murmured soothing
things under his breath, telling her how perfect she was, how beautiful, how
free! How much he loved making her feel good. Gradually her shame eased away,
and she breathed more easily. As long as he was happy, that’s what mattered.
She could give him this. There’s no way she couldn’t say she didn’t like it! It
defied all reason that she did like it, but it couldn’t be denied.

She could feel her soaked panties
against her flushed skin.

Hunter pulled down her skirt and pulling
up her shirt over her shoulders, buttoning it for her. She felt like a little
girl, washed clean and empty inside. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Would you like
some water?”

Suddenly she caught sight of the end of
the hallway. Five or six people were still watching! But when Hunter jerked his
head, they began to fade away. Along with Jake, there were a couple of women
who gave her lingering looks, but they also turned and were gone by the time
the two of them emerged from the tiny hallway.

“I need the bathroom,” Kali said.

Hunter smoothly led her through the club
to the bathroom. Kali went in and took stock of herself in the mirror. Her hair
was wild like she’d just fallen out of bed after she’d been fucked good and
proper. Her makeup was more or less intact, which was the benefit of not wearing
much. She replaced her lip balm.

Not bad,
she thought to herself. Her orgasm had left her cheeks flushed and her eyes
sparkling. The top several buttons were undone on her blouse, showing off a
little of her bra and much more cleavage than she usually did. Hunter had
buttoned it that way, so she didn’t touch it, wanting to please him.

She cleaned herself up in the stall and
tucked her guilty panties in her purse. She felt particularly slutty when she
came out sans underwear. But after what she’d just done, it was a well-earned
feeling. She still felt that curiously empty and light feeling, like she had
poured herself out at his feet.

She couldn’t wait to get back to Hunter,
but a girl entered the bathroom before she could leave. It wasn’t until the
girl said, “Hi, Kali,” that she realized it was Minx.