Josh laid Maria on the bed gently, so as not to wake her.
She was damn tired from the last session in the car. The smile passed his lips as he remembered how she had responded to him calling her 'his Kitty'. She had damn near broken his dick off. Just thinking about it he began to get hard again.
"Damn!" he hissed walking out of the bedroom. He had watched her eat another woman out, and instead of feeling like the luckiest guy in the world he was jealous beyond a doubt. He had found himself wondering if she looked like that when he was fucking her from behind, if her face was so purely devious. He already knew what she looked like when she sucked his dick, love. That was what always comes to mind, the words neither him nor her used to describe their relationship to anyone outside.
They were both afraid to cause it to disappear. So they never referred to themselves as being 'in love'. They were just together.
He looked at the dark red velvet case she had taken out of her bag before he put her to bed. He hadn't opened it as yet. It seemed like it deserved more than simply opening it and putting it around her neck. She deserved some kind of ceremony, at least that what he thought for the moment.
He hadn't seen it since he saw the draft design the jeweler had drawn up. His fingers caressed the case, stroking it like another lover. He opened it slowly, not really looking at it until the case was completely open. Then there it was; the collar she wanted to wear so badly.
The silver was not the shiny kind; it was harsher, more gothic. The links on the choker were miniature handcuffs with a three tiny silver strands weaving thru them, but, the pendant, that was the single most attractive thing on the whole creation to him.
One pair of handcuffs, folded back on each other, and soldered unto a solid silver circle. The handcuffs themselves were decorated with bluish crystals, cubic zirconium more than likely. It was Maria's birthstone. The solder had been done so neatly it looked like the handcuffs were floating above the surface. Which itself had a tribal design engraved upon it, a design of Celtic knots inter-twining which reminded him of her own body wrapping itself around his.
He already knew what was engraved behind it. But as he turned it in his fingers, he felt the emotion flood him as he read the neat calligrapher's script 'Property of J. Steele'
He smiled as he remembered how she had fussed naked and dripping wet, fresh out of the shower, insisting that it was a pun, the pendant as well as the wearer were both property of J. Steele. He had told her that was more than he was willing to agree to, as usual with when she thought he was being a prude, she had stuck her tongue out at him and written down the inscription to be engraved on the back of the pendant. It was no longer open for discussion.
That was one of the things he loved about her. Her sheer determination often matched his, occasionally it would surpass, not too often, but often enough that he was reminded of how strong she really was, compared to the submissive female she allowed people to see when she was with him. Maria Carter was a chameleon in every sense of the word. She only stood out when she was in the mood; she only blended in when she was in the mood. And no one else set her mood.
He replaced the collar in its case and put it in the centre of the table. Looking at his watch he realized it was almost three in the morning. He needed to get some sleep, he had a long weekend ahead of him, and the next morning, Saturday, was the beginning.
"G'morning, Oh-Adorable-One."
Maria raised her head barely an inch from the pillow, her body felt like dead sand. The answering machine was recording the message from Joshua, but it was on the other side of the bed. Dragging herself across the pillows she felt around until she could get her hand on the phone receiver.
"Hey, Mr. Magnum," she mumbled rolling back over with the phone.
"Kitty," he sounded chipper "Finally, you're up! I left there an hour ago to get to work, you were out like a light."
"What was I supposed to do? After you ravaged my body again am I supposed to have the energy to bounce off walls?" The soreness between her legs reminder her of the fact that he had taken her when she had been sleeping, causing her to wake up. He had been tender, passionate, but still her Master. He took her to new heights, twisting and turning her, this way and that, while she moaned, shrieked, hissed, bit and scratched her appreciation. His dick began throbbing as he remembered how she had dug her nails into his shoulder on her fourth orgasm.
"I'm sorry," somehow that apology sounded so fake, maybe it was the five mile grin across his face that she could hear "next time, I'll leave you and let you sleep, Maria."
"As if that's ever going to happen!" she giggled.
"Seriously now," she could hear traffic in his background he was either driving thru the city, or walking thru the city.
"Yes Josh?"
"Get out of bed, dress sexy, meet me in town in an hour or so."
"Why?" she moaned tossing the pillow closest to her across the room, her shoulder hurt with the effort, reminding her he had dragged her arms above her head and pinned them there against her will during her first orgasm.
"It's Saturday," he continued "Don't you want lunch? Or do you plan to cook today?"
"How does the Boardwalk sound?" she quickly contemplated cooking on Saturday to having someone cook for her.
"Great, see you there," he paused for a moment and then added "No makeup."
"What? Come on J..."
"No... you don't need it. Your after sex glow gets hidden behind it."
They had spent that Saturday in town, she needed to get new shoes, he needed to get some computer software. They assisted each other. Town like always was a nightmare of people. So they tried to make it as quick and painless as possible.
By the time they left in the evening, Maria was as cranky as a piranha in dry season, she honestly wasn't a crowd person. Her feet were hurting, so once she got in the car; she slid her feet out of her slippers and on to the dashboard.
He watched her as he drove, still she was beautiful to him, even flustered like she was, back seat driving and cussing out everyone on the road. He found himself cracking up at her humorous sometimes foul display of displeasure with the drivers and pedestrians that were keeping her from getting home quickly.
"I hate Saturdays." She grumbled setting her keys down on the counter top in her kitchen.
"No, you don't," he said catching her about the waist and kissing her. The last rays of the sun were streaming thru the kitchen window, and the light caught in her eyes. For a minute, even with the mock pout she was showing, she was a stunningly eerie beauty. Her eyes were amber, her hair was wild, and her face completely natural, he could see the darker areas on her cheeks from the blush that was rising even on her chest with him staring at her.
"I guess you're pretty hot right now huh?" he whispered unbuttoning her shirt.
"Too hot," she was pulling his shirt over his head.
"So the right thing to do would be to take a nice hot shower, right?" he slid the shirt down, baring her naked breasts, she had gone without a bra today just for his pleasure. Damn! Every time she turned he saw her nipples pressing forward and he just wanted to keep pinching them, he settled for pinching them only in elevators, when they were pressed up close to each other, and once in the dressing room of a store.
"Yes a shower would be nice, but, I think we should run a bath instead," her eyes captured his as her fingers un-buckled his belt "so we could, you know, soak this soreness out." She was on her knees holding his pants for him to step out of it. As she stood back up he returned the favour, sliding her jeans down her hips and thighs, only thing as he went to his knees, he left a trail of kisses from the underside of her right breast to her navel, down either thigh respectively.
"Then a bath it shall be, Kitty."
He rose from her feet picking up all their clothing and carrying it with him, as he left no instruction for her, she padded barefoot into her living room and turned on the CD player. Fantasia's 'When I See You' filtered thru the speakers, and Maria began to sing along, swaying to the music. She hadn't seen Josh come out of the bath and stand by her dining room arch to observe her performing the song.
She caught herself as she got into the last chorus.
"How long were you there?" she asked closing the distance between them, naked except for the baby blue satin boyshorts, he focused on her eyes as she came closer. He loved looking at her; she was as tall as he, with an hour glass figure that looked like something from a nineteen fifty poster girl photo shoot. Her skin was heavily tattooed, she had eight of them, all she had drawn and placed on her own. He knew for a fact that she only let one man touch her body to ink it, her ex.
He would have given anything for her skin to be free of that man's brands, but, her soul was free. He took her arm and turned her like a dancer, slowly and deliberately. The dragon that was climbing her spine was a fine work of art. The panther which adorned her left calf was beautiful. But the prize, he found, was the tribal on her breast. A pair of wings on either breast, not normal angel wings, but a tribal which resembled a spiders fore legs stretching towards her throat. That tattoo drew the eye; it also was the one she tattooed on herself.
"Bath sounds ready, Magnum Sama." She whispered respectfully as he let his fingers caress her shoulder and neck from behind her.
"On your knees, Kitten."
She obeyed without question. He admired her poise from behind, legs tucked neatly under her ass, shoulders even and straight. She was as much a cat as she was a woman.
She followed him into the bathroom, as he unwrapped his towel and climbed into the tub, he beckoned her and she paused at the edge.
