Good Girl (18 page)

Hunter’s submissive.

“Oh! Hi,” Kali said lamely in return. “I
didn’t know you were here.”

Minx was wearing an uber-short flared
skirt in red plaid and a tiny white top that was tied in a knot, pressing her
bare breasts together to form cleavage. Her hair was magenta tonight, and her
lipstick was neon green to match her fluorescent green collar. Kali thought she
would be really pretty if she got rid of the freaky get-up and let her hair go
natural.

“I saw your scene,” Minx said.

Kali’s stomach clenched. Maybe it was
the bitter look in Minx’s eye, or her tone of voice, but Kali knew what was
coming. What did Hunter say? People were so predictable.

“Very sensuous. Not his usual style,”
Minx said.

“He never used the bunny fur on you?”

Her lips curled. “No. I’m not into bunny
fur.”

Kali turned to the mirror to check her
lip balm. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.”

“I think it’s a little too wet for me to
try it now.”

Kali’s mouth fell open.
She was so
crude!
 

Minx laughed right in her face. “You
really have no idea what you’re getting into, do you?”

Now Kali was getting angry. “What do you
mean?”

Minx instantly was contrite. “I’m sorry,
Kali. We should try to get along, you know. We’ll be seeing a lot of each
other. And Hunter doesn’t like drama.”

Hearing her talk about Hunter in that
familiar way made Kali want to scream. “What’s going on between you and
Hunter?” Kali demanded.

“You know. He broke up with me. He says
he wants to see only you.” Minx smiled. “But he’s polyamorous at heart. He
won’t be able to stay with just one girl. You’ll have to share if you want to
keep him.”

“I’m not a sharing kind of girl,” Kali
retorted.

“Why not? It’s not like it makes any
difference in the long run. If a guy wants something on the outside, he’s going
to take it.” Minx sniffed. “Girls, too, for that matter. My girlfriend didn’t
like it at first, but she realized there are some things I need that I can’t
get from her. She’s glad to let Hunter be my master so I’m with someone she trusts.”

“You have a girlfriend?” Kali asked in
confusion.

“Yeah—Bonny. Didn’t Hunter tell you?
We’ve been together since college. But Hunter is my master, and nothing can
change that. I don’t mind taking a break if that’s what you two need. It’s
important to set a good foundation for your relationship, and everyone can see
that you’ve never done this before. But when he opens it back up again, I’ll be
waiting. I’m really good at sharing, don’t worry. I won’t take anything away
from you, I promise.”

Minx sounded sincere, but what she was
saying was so awful that Kali could only leave the bathroom without another
word. It sounded like a threat, but it wasn’t meant to be, she was sure.
Clearly Minx thought that Hunter would be playing with her again soon.

When Kali rejoined Hunter, at first she
expected him to ask about Minx. He saw everything, so of course he saw Minx go
into the bathroom after her. But he didn’t say a word. Minx sneaked out when
his back was turned and rejoined a pretty blond at a table on the far side of
the table area. Usually Hunter was so observant, but Minx had gotten around him
real neatly.

That made Kali think that Minx probably
knew Hunter pretty well. So maybe she was right about him.

But that didn’t mean he was going to “open
up” any relationship of hers. There was only so far she could go with this
kinky stuff.

She remembered what Minx had said about
Hunter not liking drama, so she didn’t tell him about talking to Minx in the
bathroom. He would be angry at Minx for interfering in their relationship. He
might even say something to her, and then Minx would have the satisfaction of
knowing she had gotten to Kali.

Instead, Kali smiled blandly at Minx and
her girlfriend as they headed out. Hunter nodded and said a pleasant hello/goodbye
to them both, and then they were outside hailing a cab.

“So did you have fun?” Hunter asked.

Thinking back on how he had ordered her
to come, and the fireworks that had blown through her mind, she said, “Yes, I
did.”

“Do you want to come again?”

“Not next weekend. But I could come
again soon,” she said.

Much to her relief, Hunter seemed
satisfied with that. He went home with her, and he stayed the whole night in
her bed, just like a boyfriend should. They ate chocolate chip mint ice cream
that he fetched from around the corner and they made love twice, with only a
little hair-pulling and arm-holding, mingled with long, deep kisses that never
seemed to stop. Then they fell asleep in her bed.

Kali was in heaven.

Chapter 11

Hunter hated to leave, but he had to go.
“I’ll be back on Friday,” he told Kali, kissing her good-bye on Monday morning.
He was going to pack his suitcase and fly to the foundry in Pittsburg to
oversee the creation of the molds for the benches and sundial.

Kali was prim in her buttoned-up
corporate suit, but her expression was adorably sad. Big round eyes and
tremulous lips that he kept having to kiss rather than leave. Silent, wistful
sadness that he couldn’t resist. He wanted to sweep her up and carry her off
with him everywhere, and never let her out of his sight.

“You’re killing me!” he exclaimed,
taking one more last rough kiss. Her eyes sparked in arousal. “That’s better,
Kitty-cat. I’ll text you later.”

Hunter caught himself whistling on the
way to the subway. It was his father’s happy whistle that he would sound out
when he came home from a long trip. Suddenly Hunter was ten years old again,
feeling relieved that his dad was home and would take care of the pesky
problems in the house that he couldn’t quite handle, like the leak under the
sink or his mom’s sad face.

Jesus, I’m letting her in deep,
he thought. It was a lot really fast. But he had gambled everything to get
Kali, letting her meet his brother and his friends as his girlfriend. They had
been shocked at the way he acted with her, he could tell. None of the usual
Master/slave rituals. Nothing of his sadistic side. That would scare her away,
and he had barely gotten her back again. He wasn’t going to risk blowing it.

So when he had seen Minx slink into the
bathroom after Kali, no doubt to whisper all sorts of insidious things to her,
he bided his time. When Kali emerged, she didn’t say a word about it, much to
his surprise. He liked it so much that she was able to deal with her own shit
that he gave her the romantic weekend of her dreams. They had pancakes and the
Times on Sunday morning and a long walk along the river that afternoon, ending
up curled on the couch together.

Mostly he sketched her in every way
possible. He nearly filled a whole pad with Kali—Kali sleeping, Kali drinking
her coffee in the back window, Kali in the shower, Kali getting dressed. He
kept taking off her clothes so he could draw her. She always laughingly
protested, then she would stretch out like the cat she was named for,
luxuriating in the feeling of his eyes on her. As he sketched her, his dick
would harden, as if he was claiming her by putting down her lines on paper. He
decided to do a whole series of sculptures of Kali lying in bed, all of his
favorite poses, some in bondage and others with her hair tousled and sleepy
eyes.

Plus there was sex, lots of it. Hunter
kept it mostly vanilla, but he couldn’t help the rough stuff creeping in. As
long as he could sink his cock inside of her, he really didn’t need anything too
kinky. Kali kept blowing his mind with her response. But he longed to spank
that luscious ass, and was very proud of himself for not doing it. Minx had
nixed that possibility for him this weekend. Whatever Minx had said, she had
been trying to cast him as way out of Kali’s league, which would bother her.
The power dynamics of growing up poor in a town that served a wealthy clientele
had left Kali defensive of her own position in the world. Her desire for safety
and security was part of that, something he was only beginning to understand.

So he shelved the spanking for later,
and was more than happy with a little mock-force as she lowered her lips to
suck his cock, putting his hand on the back of her head or holding her wrists
and tweaking her nipple so she writhed against him. That, and he asked her to
do things for him—fetch that pencil, bring me that cup. He was getting her used
to serving him, and she took to it like it was second nature.

He didn’t leave her apartment the entire
weekend, hoping to satiate himself on her so she wouldn’t hold so much erotic
power over him.

But he couldn’t think about anything
else but Kali as he packed his bags and flew to Pittsburgh. He should have been
thinking about his project, but Kali kept creeping into his mind, and he’d find
himself daydreaming about touching her and doodling her face on any piece of
paper that came to hand. His balls ached for release that only she could give
him, and his cock swelled every time he remembered burying himself inside of
her.

He felt as if he was careening out of
control again. Instead of satisfying him, their weekend together had been like
a drug, and now he was addicted to her. In an effort to get mastery over
himself, he restricted his calls to her to once a day, and he managed to stick
to his self-imposed regime. But he kept sending her little texts:
thinking
of you
or
xxoo
at night as she went to bed. He needed that contact,
needed to see his phone light up with her return texts, as mushy as his own.

His lonely nights in his Pittsburg hotel
room were torture. The molds were critical. If anything went wrong, the whole
project would go off schedule. When he couldn’t be at the foundry, he walked
for hours along the river, up and down over hills, finding himself in some
dicey areas of Pittsburgh. But he had to wear himself out to stop his racing
thoughts. He should have felt on top of his game, but he felt disconnected and
adrift. Kali sent him photos of the flagstones being laid on the plaza, but it
wasn’t the same as being there to watch over the work.

The only time he could focus was when he
was at the foundry. There he was alive. He took over the old workshop where
molds were made from the patterns. First he had to create wax patterns from the
original bench, the numeral medallions and the parts of the sundial. He had
made the mock-up of the twenty-four-foot spear from flattened sheet metal so it
would have a slight wavy texture similar to the surface of the bench. The
time-consuming part was working over the wax patterns once they created them,
rubbing out the seams and the tiny pockets where bubbles had been caught. Then
the wax patterns were coated in ceramic and fired in the foundry’s huge kiln to
remove the wax and set the molds for the bronze.

After he inspected the mold of the bench
to find it was perfectly formed, his first thought was to call Kali and tell
her. He took a photo of it and sent it to her before he even thanked the
foreman.

He hated himself for being lovesick, but
the woman drove him wild! All he could think about was her body in his hands,
writhing under him, as he pushed her higher and higher into ecstasy.

As much as he wanted to push through and
cast the sundial, it would take another week for the bronze shipment to arrive,
so he would have to come back for the casting. Before he left, Hunter looked
over some samples to decide what finish he wanted when they poured the bronze
into the molds. In the original proposal, he had intended it to be polished
bronze. But he decided the molds were good enough that he wouldn’t have to
grind off imperfections, so he could leave the metal raw. There were some
interesting chemicals the foundry could rub on the inside of the molds to give
the surface patina a textured look. It was something he would have to consult
with Ryan on.

By the time he flew back to New York,
Hunter was seriously on edge. He had hoped that time away would let him get a
grip on himself, but he was like a junky rushing to get his fix. Running to get
his girl. Like nothing else mattered.

He got to Kali’s place before she
returned home from work, so he waited on the stoop outside. The blinds in the
window next to him swayed as someone looked out at him, but nobody came out and
told him to leave.

He saw Kali coming far up the block, her
swaying hips and slender ankles in her heels, her hair shining naturally in the
sun. He was down the steps and walking towards her before he realized what he
was doing, like a magnet pulled him towards her. Then Kali was in his arms
kissing him, and he was himself again.

“I’m glad you’re home, Hunter.” Her
smile was pure pleasure, without a shadow of the self-doubt and struggles he
had been going through.

As they walked back up the steps, he
kissed her hand, unable to speak at that moment. He wanted nothing more than to
get her alone.

Once he bolted the door, he felt much
better. Why was he feeling so freaking defensive? Like someone was going to
dash in and carry her off? It was absurd, caveman nonsense. But there was no
arguing with his gut.

She belongs to me.

He took her into the bedroom and began
unbuttoning her shirt. She started to help, but he lightly smacked her fingers
away. So she stood compliant, smiling slightly as he undressed her, removing
her suit and nylons, bra and underwear. He even took off her earrings and
necklace, laying them carefully on the small dish beside her bed where he had
seen her place them at night.

She was embarrassed, as she always was
to be undressed while he was fully clothed. But he liked her this way, naked
and vulnerable. Ducking away from his eyes made every shy dip of her head or
twist of her body turn her curves into magnificence.

His cock throbbed, already rock hard.
She did that to him. Without even trying. Maybe it was the smell of her skin,
maybe it was the way she moved. He couldn’t get enough of her.

“Really, Hunter,” she finally said.
“I’ve been standing around outside in the hot sun all day supervising your
crew. I’m a mess. I should take a shower.”

He nuzzled her neck. “Um… I can taste
the salt on you.”

She couldn’t get away from his nibbling
teeth. He only had one arm around her, but it was enough to hold her in place.
He lifted her hand and kissed down under her arm. She tried to wiggle away, but
couldn’t.

He held her arm, stretching it high as
he took a deep sniff of her underarm, breathing in her heady scent. He liked
sweat, he liked making his submissives sweat as they worked through a scene
together. It was one of the most primal, healthy things their body did. She
didn’t smell like chemicals or artificial flowers. She smelled like a real
woman.

He couldn’t get enough. He threw her on
the bed and kissed down to her pussy. Again she tried to put her hands down,
saying, “No, Hunter!” But he persisted because she didn’t say stop, burying his
face in her soft reddish hair, licking up her sweet saltiness. He buried his
tongue inside of her, making her moan as she threw back her head, finally
letting him do what he wanted.

He licked and lightly flicked her clit
with his tongue, taking his time, building slowly until he was moving so fast
she writhed from side to side. When she came, all of her muscles clenched,
fighting him as he held her down on the bed.

Then when she was limp, Hunter warmed up
the water in the shower and carried her in. He soaped every part of her, using
the purple nylon scrubby on her fingers and toes as she braced herself against
his back, letting the hot water stream over them. He washed her hair and took
careful note of the brand so he could get some for his place. And the type of
razor and toothpaste she used.

“Do you trust me?” He held up the razor.

Her eyes went round. “You’re not going
to cut me with that!”

“No! Never let anyone draw blood unless
you’re in sterile conditions.”

She nodded, looking a little dazed. He wasn’t
sure if that was TMI right now, or not. But the thought of some jerk hurting
her because she didn’t know anything made his vision turn red. He had to teach
her to protect herself.

“I want to shave your pussy. It will
make you even more sensitive. And I love the way it looks.”

“Like a little girl?” she blurted out.

“No, like you’re completely naked and
exposed. Like you can’t hide behind anything, not even a little fuzz of hair.”

“I thought women got waxed when they
wanted to get rid of the hair down there.”

“You can, once I shave you and it grows
in a bit. It’s easier to wax if the hair is shorter.”

She was staring at him amazed. “Well,
aren’t you the expert.”

Hunter laughed. “That’s not the first
time I’ve heard that.”

His laughter seemed to make her more
comfortable. She smiled back, no longer looking at him like he was showing her
his pet tarantula.

“Okay, I guess so,” she said.

“Sit there, on the front edge of the
toilet.” He positioned her on the lid, then pushed her shoulders back. “Lean
against the tank. Now here’s the hard part.” He put his hands between her legs
and slowly forced them open.

She gasped, almost sitting up.

“Stay there,” he ordered.

She froze, as he knew she would, then
relaxed back where he had originally placed her. She really liked to struggle
against her submission. He loved watching it. That was the thing he wanted
most; that moment when a woman gave in to him. With some masochists, they
wanted it so much that the lack of resistance made it not so much fun for him.
Even Minx with her high-spirited nature had never been as exciting as this
simple tussle in Kali’s bathroom over shaving her pussy.

Now she was reclined back on the toilet,
her knees as far apart as he could place them, covering her blushing face with
her hands.