Arthur woke before dawn Thursday morning to a whisper. Hot breath washed over his ear and curled against his neck. His eyes fluttered open to the darkness.
"Please, Sir."
The soft whisper stirred him to life, only to find himself joining the action en media res. His cock stood stiff with arousal. Heat soaked his crotch. He shifted, and the base of his dick rubbed against wet, parted labia. The lips next to his ear released a soft moan.
"Please, Sir."
The warmth over his body suddenly made sense. He laid on his back on the sofa, with Kat facedown between him and his blanket. His legs laid straight together, and hers spread over him. His stiff cockhead protruded from between her legs, with the body of his cock nestling against her ass and lower lips. He'd woken her as his morning wood grew, and she had a head start on him. Her body responded to his, and her arousal had grown to her begging him for release.
"Put it in." Kat whispered. "Please, Sir."
Arthur nearly came from her request. Her naked body against his coursed with electricity over every square inch. Her diamond-hard nipples pricked against his muscles while her soft breasts pillowed over him. His hand slid from her thigh to her hip, moving her closer as he lowered his hips into the sofa cushions.
He dipped his hand between their bodies, placing his arm between their stomachs. He grasped himself and aligned with her.
Kat kissed his neck, venting her passions now that he was awake. She scraped his neck with her teeth when he entered her, giving him a love bite. She was molten inside.
Arthur wondered how long they'd been like this before he woke up. Had she woken to find his hard cock pressing against her? The process was natural, likely stirred by her proximity and warmth. Every subtle shift of their bodies since waking served only to arouse them further. Still, Arthur wondered when she'd woken and why she'd let him sleep so long.
Arthur wanted to ask questions, but found his mouth occupied as Kat kissed him. They made out and rocked together on the sofa. Snores drifted up from the mattresses spread out on the floor. The others had cuddled together during the night. Everyone fell asleep with exhaustion from their releases last night.
He'd gone overboard after their conversations, an overcorrection on his part. He'd misstepped, but he'd needed it. It renewed him, and the smell of sex lingering in the apartment made him hungry for Kat's lips. Arthur didn't know the hour, but he felt recharged. He was ready to face the day, but first, he'd fuck his girlfriend.
Arthur dipped and raised his hips in a slow, constant rhythm. Kat alternated between rocking her hips against him or holding herself still and letting him fuck her. Either way, she squeezed him close with her arms around him. He held her against him in return.
Their upper bodies didn't move, but held each other in place as they fucked. Their kisses were warm, rather than hot, but continuous. They weren't madly expressing their passion for one another, frantic and clawing, but tenderly exchanging pleasure back and forth. The softer nature of their lovemaking felt appropriate for the darkness of early morning.
"Sir..." Kat said, breaking their kiss. "Can you promise me you're okay?"
Arthur expected a variety of statements from Kat. He'd expected a request for permission to cum. An angry remark to provoke him to fuck her harder wouldn't surprise him. Or she might moan as a slow but invasive orgasm wrecked her from the inside. Instead, her soft voice sounded fragile in the darkness. Not for her sake, but for his. As if she worried she might break him.
"Listen to me, Brat." Arthur said as if her question had been bratty instead of tender, his voice steady and firm. "I promise I'm okay."
"Good." Kat whispered back. She kissed him again, and Arthur lost himself in making out with her.
Sweat dripped along the lines of his torso as they fucked under the blanket to where Arthur could hardly stand it. Overheating, he pushed the blanket back, and a wave of cool air rushed against him like a breeze. The apartment was frigid. He kept it at a comfortable temperature, especially when he had the girls over and knew at least Selene would be naked. But the temperature had dropped outside, frosting the windows, and the thermostat in the apartment wasn't prepared. The temperature difference and relief were immediate, and Kat shuddered against him.
Her shudder traveled through her body, fluttering against his cock as it lodged deep inside her, and she bit his lower lip.
"Sir." Kat spoke so softly that he could barely hear her. "My Sir."
"Yeah." Arthur agreed. "I am your Sir, and you are my submissive."
"I am your submissive." Kat said. "I'm your princess."
Arthur wasn't sure where that name came from, but he didn't argue. Kat was many things, he supposed. She was a pain in the ass and complicated. She never told him what she wanted because she wanted him to speak her language, which he was still learning. It wasn't the most practical method of communication, but that was Kat. She was the oldest of the group, but preferred to act more aggressively than the tempered personality he imagined came with age and maturity.
Arthur wondered if that was because she felt safe enough with him, Selene, and the others to act out in ways she couldn't with others. Kat was quiet in most groups he'd seen her in on campus. She didn't argue with authority at her job or the campus rules. Selene commented before that Kat was her mother's favorite, while the more rebellious Selene was the black sheep.
He'd marveled at it before, the inversion of their relationships with other authorities, and with his. Selene was a rebel in many ways, but entirely submissive to him. Kat was quiet and submissive to the world, but loud and rebellious in their play.
In some ways, he felt honored by her willingness to be a brat with him. In others, he wished he were better at being her Sir. Then he'd know how to give her what she needed without having to puzzle it out as they played together.
She wasn't rebelling now, though. Or at least, she wasn't antagonizing. Kat showed him a different facet of her personality. Softness and tenderness filled each kiss. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve her gentle love. Maybe she was still sleepy or softened to reward his vulnerability with her own.
Whatever her reason, he knew better than to question it. He enjoyed it, instead, kissing her neck after he moved her head aside with his chin. She gasped, and he felt the moan start low in her throat. He moved his lips to hers, muffling her moan and surprising her by cutting it short. She rocked her hips, pushing him deep inside as he thrust upward, and she squeezed him for all she was worth, trying to hold him in place.
Try as she might, she wasn't strong enough to fight him and gravity, so he slid partially out of her again, still lodged inside, before he drove home once more. She trembled above him, kissing him with lips as soft as clouds. Her tongue pushed against his. Sex with Kat often went hot and fast. This was a pleasant change of pace. She wasn't offering him fiery passion with bratty intensity. She offered warmth, loving him without words.
The experience was bliss, and the best way to wake up in the morning. Yet he couldn't help but realize that neither would reach their limit this way. As good as it felt, she wouldn't make him cum, and he wouldn't draw her orgasm from her. They needed something to push them over that edge.
"Princess." Arthur whispered in her ear.
"Master." Kat whispered back as a shiver ran over her body.
"Try not to wake the others." Arthur said. "If you do, I'll have to punish you."
Kat gasped, but her volume fell as low as he'd ever heard her. She nodded, her curly hair shaking around him.
Arthur braced his feet on the sofa cushions, holding her upper body still and preparing himself for the push.
Kat held her breath, drawing it in and clamping him in her arms to brace against what she thought might be coming. The onslaught.
Arthur drove into her with forceful pumps, pushing himself in as far as her body allowed. He usually pushed his limits, but not this time. He wasn't trying to vent his frustrations with her or her with him. No, this was something else. Something gentle but pleasurable, forceful but tender.
Kat clenched with every thrust, but her core was so hot and wet it barely registered to Arthur as he drove into her with steady strokes. The exercise was a decent cardio exercise for his abs, folding his torso, then driving his hips into a bridge with Kat on top of him. She wasn't holding herself above him either, but lying on him, rocking her clit against him and clenching to offer more resistance.
"Sir, please." Kat gasped.
"Such a good girl." Arthur said in a whisper as he brushed his hand through her hair. "You're such a lovely woman, Kat. And you've grown so much in our time together. You've been a very good girl."
Kat rested her forehead against his, her nose pressing against his. She swallowed, closing her eyes as a tear dripped from her eye to his cheek. Arthur would have hesitated, but the smile on Kat's face told him this wasn't a sad tear. She was happy. She kissed him, and her hand shook against his shoulder as he drove into her again.
"Sir..." Kat said, trying to keep her voice steady despite the way she shook. "Please, let me cum?"
"Oh, you want to cum?" Arthur asked, teasing her.
"Yes, Sir." Kat said as if he asked without already knowing the answer. "Please?"
"Yes." Arthur said, kissing her on the nose. "You've been a good girl. You deserve your treat."
Kat whined through the slight chuckle he drew from her. She clenched her eyes shut as he rocked his hips harder into her. Matching his pace proved a challenge, but she tried and exerted a force of her own. Every time they met in the middle, she shook. Her grip on his stiff muscles spasmed, growing in intensity as they drew closer to the edge.
"That's it." Arthur encouraged her. "Cum for me, cum for your Sir. Cum like a good girl. You're such a good girl."
Kat moaned, and she didn't care if it was louder than she meant to be. She didn't have an orgasm. Her orgasm took her. A volcanic eruption burst from her, and her world shook with the intensity of heat flooding from her. Arthur stilled himself mid-bridge, pressed deep into her as she spasmed around his length. Heat flooded between them, and her arousal soaked him as she came in his arms.
Arthur held himself steady inside her until her seizing passed. Then he gently lowered his hips to the sofa. She fell limp atop him, her muscles so relaxed she might as well be boneless.
"Thank you, Sir." Kat said, her voice a dreamy, far-off whisper. "Just leave it in. Give me a minute and I'll..." Her words faded into a mumble.
Arthur remained stiff inside her, his release not yet there. Not that he needed to rush. He was running close to empty after his orgasms the night before. Sleep was a good rejuvenator, but he needed food and drink, too. He'd have more to give after breakfast, which was still a run away.
Kat's lack of energy after sex was typical. She'd take a moment, then finish him when she wasn't oversensitive anymore. Arthur thought that until Kat's breathing shifted above him, and her head slumped against his pillow. She snored.
