"Swinging by at 11."
A short message that filled Kat with an unexpected sense of anticipation in her otherwise dull day of studying. The following attempts at delving into her notes were haphazard at best. Every other minute, Kat would look over at her phone, interrupting what little progress she made. Until finally, that liberating text came. "Parked, two minutes."
It did nothing to resolve that anxious anticipation roiling inside, but at least now she wasn't resigned to her chair anymore.
With her books lying forgotten on the desk, Kat raced for the door. Pulling it wide open before thundering down the stairs. Even taking the last few steps, two by two, to get down faster. Finally, she reached the end and saw him through the glass door. Anthony, the man she'd met only two months earlier but who she now called her Master.
Impeccably dressed in a charcoal three-piece suit, one that wouldn't have been out of place in a board meeting. But, which made Anthony stand out like a beacon on the street. The suit was tailor-made and hugged his form, showing the broad shoulders and the edge of his collar bones, with the top two buttons undone.
The run down the stairs had left Kat breathing deeply, but it was that text of his that had sent her heart into a wild tumbling. Three little words that sent a spike of exhilaration through her body. Seeing Anthony standing there, she hesitated. It was his first unexpected visit since they'd had the TALK, the one after which Kat became his to use in whatever way he wanted. His slave, or as he called her, his little kitten.
Somehow, the corridor seemed much longer than it had ever before. Luckily while Kat's heart beat wildly in her ears, her Master was content to wait. One hand casually tucked into his pocket as those shining brown eyes watched her every step.
When Kat finally reached the door, the key slipped past the hole twice. Eventually, she managed to open the door with a flush on her cheeks, and the amused smirk Anthony wore only deepened that flush. The air between them seemed to crackle from anticipation, but there was a silent understanding. The hallway was far too public a place for a proper greeting.
Kat walked past to show the way to her own studio. The doors of the other residents stood in silent judgment as the twenty-three-year-old led a man older than her by more than a decade to her room. But Kat didn't care, not when she felt his gaze glued to the extra sway in her hips.
When they were finally behind the safety of her door, Kat stood before him. Eyes down on the floor with her hands held behind her back. Her voice was soft as she spoke, the words making her belly squirm.
"Hello, Sir."
The click of his shoes on the floor sent a spike of something through her before Kat felt the warmth of his hand on her cheek. And with it came that scent of his, the one that made her feel an instant need. The first notes were a burst of citrus and fresh herbs that immediately caught the attention. It was the heart of the fragrance that sent a roiling heat through her body. Black pepper interlaced with a subtle sweetness. Finished with the deep scent of pine on a rainy day.
Those warm brown eyes gazed down into hers as the scent and feel of him dug down deeper into her core. Triggering that primal part inside of her that trembled at the raw, sexual need he evoked.
"Hello Kitten, it is a pleasure to see you." The hand on her cheek stroked her skin, and for a moment, Kat reveled in the feeling. Drinking deep of his presence. Right until she heard the click of his tongue.
"Oh Kitten, you've forgotten already?"
Her eyes shot open in a wild panic. Five seconds was all it took for Kat to remember, but those five felt like an eternity. All the while, he kept staring with those golden brown eyes until she flushed a deep scarlet.
"Ah, do you remember then? Tell me." There was only idle curiosity in his voice, not a hint of reproach. But Kat knew something would come.
And with a halting stammer, she did, squirming under his gaze. "That I'm yours, Sir. And when we're together, I shouldn't be wearing clothes unless you say so."
An approving nod came from her Master. "Very good. I only have a bit of free time, but I thought of a use for you before our date tonight. And clothes won't help with that."
Anthony's words were emphasized with a push to the middle of her chest. Kat took a step back and another. Her eyes never left his while she started undressing. Every motion slow and deliberate while she bared her body. Fully aware that her Master wanted a show.
With a deft twist of her fingers, the buttons of her blouse came undone. The warm days meant that Kat dressed lightly, and the fabric parted to reveal her smooth, browned skin. The curve of her breasts was encased by the simple black bra, while the blouse was dropped on her desk. Her Master was a tidy man, and she knew he wouldn't appreciate everything being thrown haphazardly to the ground.
Her hands slid the zipper of her skirt down, even as Kat started to work it down her hips. The black panties were new, as Kat had discovered an appreciation for thongs. When she turned to place her skirt on the desk, she judged by that hungry gaze that his appreciation might eclipse hers.
