Found In The Cold Ch 04

Disclaimer:

All characters depicted in this story are over the age of eighteen. This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences only and contains consensual adult content. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Chapter Four

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Part One

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Katie was on the couch when I arrived. Feet under her and a devoured plate of something on the coffee table. She was wearing a hotel robe that had been left in the closet, and she smiled when I came in.

"Yay, you're home. So, anything else on the agenda, or do you get to stay in tonight?"

"Technically,

we

have something to do. Actually, a couple of things, so I need you to get ready, please."

"

We

? I'm homeless, and you're from out of state. How do we have something to do already?"

I told her how every client invited me to their parties, and I always went.

"Oh, that must be fun, but I'm not going."

"Yes, you are. You're my date."

She gave me a teasing look. "I don't know if I like this new assertive Alex, but I'm still not going."

I put myself between the couch and the coffee table and stood over her.

"Katie, I've waited all my life to take you out, and that's happening tonight." I leaned over, my hands on the back of the couch, until our faces touched. "Now, you can go in your street clothes, or you can let me pamper you with new clothes."

"You're a meanie," she said, her voice taking on an innocent quality, sending goosebumps all over my body.

"Tick tock," I replied firmly.

She huffed and pushed me back. Her voice returned to normal as she said, "Fine, you brute, I'll get ready."

I smiled as she walked away, and then my jaw dropped at the same time her robe did. She was completely naked underneath the fabric.

I watched as she grabbed her bag, placing it on the bed. Then she climbed onto the bed, her knees at the edge and her bag near our pillows. The way she was bent over, her hips at a ninety degree angle to her legs so her ass was up high and her head was lying on the bed with her hands stretching for the bag.

She was in a horrible position to search through her bag, but she was in the perfect position for something else.

"Alex," she called out, the innocent tone returning to her voice. "Can you help me find something cute to wear, please?"

Her knees were wide as she presented her glistening pussy. There was no attempt to be subtle; we both knew what she wanted.

My body agreed and rose to meet her need.

I kicked my shoes off even as I was dropping my pants. My shirt and tie went next, and then I was as naked as she, and just as aroused.

She didn't look back, trusting I wouldn't miss this hint. She just stayed there--knees wide, back arched, her ass lifted high and proud. She wiggled a little, teasing and baiting me, telling me without words that she wanted me in her as much as I wanted to be in her.

I stepped behind her, running my shaft through her folds and taking her hips in my hand.

"Do you need guidance?" I murmured, unable to stop my hands from running along her lower back, down the curve of her ass, over her thighs as I pressed against her.

"Yes, please," she said sweetly. "I need all of your

guidance

."

That was all the permission I needed as I grabbed her hips hard enough to make her gasp. I dipped my hips guiding the head of my cock to her entrance. She was hot, wet, and open, allowing me to slide in nice and slow.

We both moaned, savoring the sensation of her swallowing me.

"Mmm... that's it, Alex, take me, baby. Make me yours," she murmured softly.

My cock twitched, and not just from the way she felt--tight, slick, perfect--but also from the words.

Make me yours.

Everything I wanted to hear from every woman was in those three words. She wanted to be mine.

I thrust forward with everything I had in me, and her breath hitched as I bottomed out. Her hands gripped the sheets, and her inner walls gripped every inch of me. I froze there, loving the feel of being buried in her.

I knew it didn't work that way, but her slick cunt felt like it had been molded just for me. And the way she reacted--my Katie, the girl I'd dreamed about since I was fifteen--felt the same way.

The night before, I felt there was a bit of quid pro quo happening, but as I lavished in her body, I felt we were moving beyond sex for shelter.

I must have savored too long because she began moving, fucking herself on my cock and looking back over her shoulder.

Hair in her eyes, she smiled, "Babe, you alright back there."

"Yeah, why?"

She bit her lip. "Surprisingly, this position is only really comfortable when some fat cock is plowing you like the back forty."

I took the hint and pulled out halfway before I slammed back into her. She cried out and dropped her head back onto the bed.

"God, yes, fuck me, Alex... fuck me, baby," she moaned as her ass bounced with each thrust.

It was fast and rough, her body tightened, and she wanted to raise up, but I kept a hand on her back, keeping her down.

She complied without complaint, trusting me to lead and guide her. She was everything I needed, and I was happy to try to be everything she could ever ask for.

The sounds of our bodies slapped together, filling the room. The more we came together, the more her wetness coated me, which made it easier to drive deeper into her.

She kept softly crying out for me to go harder and faster. There was no pretending that this wasn't a slow or sweet love-making session.

She didn't want that. She wanted to feel dominated. I'd never been with a woman who wanted me to dominate her before. But it wasn't like in the stories... or porn. She didn't want to be bound and gagged; she wanted physical domination. I was starting to pick up on that.

It hadn't even been twenty-four hours, and already she had submitted to my will twice... and without taking her toll. Granted, she also made me submit to her, but that's what relationships were about. One leads, one follows. No one ever said it had to be the same person all the time.

I was happy to follow her anywhere, but I'd have to learn to lead her. Learn to take control, like I was doing as I drove into her.

Of course, that didn't mean physical gratification couldn't also contain a bit of love, too. And that's how I'd always felt about Katie... I loved her... in one way or another... all my life.

My cock wasn't an instrument of pain and suffering, it was an instrument of love. My love for her. And like my dick when it was soft, my love would grow until it filled us both.

Lost in my thoughts of our future together, I gripped her hips tighter letting my thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above her ass.

Her moans got sharper, shorter as I drove into her again and again.--each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.

My fingers slid around her waist until they found the spot where we connected. Her clit was swollen and stiff, begging for release. She gasped when I touched her center.

"Oh God, Alex--"

"Come for me, Katie," I growled, my voice rough and low as I pinched her.

Another thing I was learning about my little Katie, she liked little shocks of pain. She didn't want the hard stuff; she just wanted to be teased. She wanted to twitch just enough to--

She tightened, her back arched, her legs trembled as she cried out, "Oh fuck--fuck, I'm cumming!"

Her pussy clamped hard around me as she tried to milk me through her orgasm, and that was all I needed. I growled, wanted to howl, but I restrained myself. A hard thrust into her tightness, then twice more until I pushed deep into her and exploded.

Cum shot from me, mixed with her own, filling her until she spilled over and our orgasms burst from her and ran down our legs.

I held myself in her until I had nothing left to give, and then I released her. She fell forward her tight little cunt releasing me. It felt like leaving home.

She rolled onto her back, sweat on her brow, chest heaving as she stretched like a contented kitten.

She smiled and reached for me. I crawled up the bed until I was lying between her legs, and my sweaty head lay between her breasts.

She stroked my head and whispered, "So much better than last night."

"You know I can hear you, right?"

She laughed. "You can't honestly say last night was as good as this."

"I haven't had sex in a long time. I got to fuck the woman of my dreams, she woke me up with a blowjob, and I just made her cum by pinching her clit. I'm having a banner year."

"Keep talking like that, and the year is only going to get better."

"Good to know," I said, pushing myself up to hover over her. "Now, go get ready. We've got stuff to buy."

She frowned as she raised up onto her elbows. "No, I gave you pussy, we're staying here."

"And as amazing as your tight little love tunnel is, we're still going out. Not only to dinner, but you need things, and not just a clean pair of panties."

"Low blow, Alley-Cat."

"But true," I said, standing and pulling her with me. She didn't resist. "I can't have you running around the country with me looking like a..."

"Bum? Go ahead, say it, you don't want to be seen with a bum."

I pulled her into a tight embrace. "I don't want to be seen with

you

looking like a bum. I want you to look like the goddess you are. Why is that wrong?"

"I don't know, but it is. Maybe feminism or something."

"Fine, you can be a feminist and sleep on the street or come with me."

"I told you--I don't want to go out tonight."

I kissed her. "I don't mean just tonight. I want you with me from now on. Every city, every party, whatever I'm doing, I want you by my side."

"I'm not your girlfriend, Alex."

"I know, but you are my Katie," I said with a grin.

She bit at her lip, trying to contain the smile. "I liked the old Alex."

"The one who let you push him around?"

"Yes."

"He grew up."

Her hand wrapped around my soft dick. "I noticed," she said as we kissed.

It was soft, but had enough heat that she moaned into my mouth.

Finally, I pulled away, patted her firm naked bottom, and said, "Get ready."

She groaned like a whiny brat and stomped toward the bathroom as I got dressed.

"I hate you," she called out.

"No, you don't," I called back.

She didn't answer.

But when I looked around, she was looking at me in the mirror, a smirk on her lips. Her finger dipped between her legs and came up wet. We locked eyes as she slowly sucked her finger clean.

I started toward her, but she shut the door before I could get to her. I heard her laughing as the shower turned on.

"Tease," I yelled.

"I can't hear you, I'm showering because some mean man wants to treat me right."

The grin spread across my face, knowing she and I were meant to be with each other.

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Part Two

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The warehouse didn't look like much from the outside--just another cinderblock cube squatting behind a rundown strip mall. There was a dented roll-up door that didn't go all the way down. There were blankets under it to keep the cold out. But there was a smaller door with a faded hand-painted sign that read "City Finds" in cracked red letters. That's the one we used to enter.

The door was in the middle of the wall running the width of the place. Once inside, it was like stepping into a whole other world. I couldn't see the other three walls because the place was packed. Hell, for all I knew, there could've been a hundred rooms, but I couldn't see over the stock.

There weren't official aisles--just paths wherever vendors had set up.

And there were things everywhere.

Rolling racks of leather jackets, furs, cocktail dresses, and jeans all looked very high-end and featured visible designer logos. But they didn't look exactly right. It took me a moment to figure it out; they were all misspelled. Guccy, Louiz Vutoin, Balensaga, Hermies, and my favorite, Abibas, with three lightning bolt stripes.

I would've stood there forever marveling at the knock-offs if Katie hadn't taken my arm.

"You alright?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, but do you know what this place is?"

"The grey market."

"The grey-- How'd you know about the grey market?"

She rolled her eyes. "Alex, I live on the street. Of course, I'm going to know about a place where I can buy things cheap."

"See?" Jefferson said, stepping in behind us. "What'd I tell you? Everything you could ever want under one roof. Come on, I'll take you to Taylor--he'll fix you right up."

Katie chuckled as she pulled me along behind the talkative cab driver.

We walked past folding tables loaded with everything from LED shower heads to perfume whose names were as off as the clothes. Channelle No. 5ive, Eves San Lorent Librah, Gocci Blossom, Dolchi & Gabana Lite Blu, Kalvin Cline Euforya, and a couple I wore when I was a teen.

"Holy crap," I said picking up a couple of boxes. "I used to wear these," I said, showing them to Katie.

She smirked. "You use to wear 'Stenson' and 'Drekker Noire'?"

"Yes... Well, no, but the real ones. Hey," I called out, "can I smell these?"

The lady, who didn't speak English as much as I didn't speak her language, said something, and before I could shrug, Jefferson started speaking. After a brief exchange, the lady handed me two small slips of paper and sprayed each with my chosen scents.

I laughed as I waved them under my nose, then under Katie's.

She waved her hand, trying to dissipate the odors. "Oh God, those do smell like you."

"How much?" I asked, reaching into my pocket.

As Jefferson translated, Katie's hand grabbed my wrist and squeezed. She pulled me close like she wanted a kiss, instead, she whispered in my ear.

"Never take out money until they set a price. And always negotiate."

"But these can't be more than--"

She kissed me, and I stopped talking.

"Babe, stop talking. You say a number, and if it's higher than they're thinking, they'll raise to match."

"Any other rules I need to know?"

"Yeah, don't do anything unless I tell you," she whispered, voice low but steady.

My brows furrowed. "Are we in danger?"

"No, we'll be fine." Her fingers tightened just slightly. "But seriously, I know this world, and if you don't want to get robbed, you listen to me, okay?" I nodded, and she smiled. "Good boy. Later, you and I are going to have a conversation about listening to chatty taxi drivers."

Then she gave me a bright, relaxed smile that warmed me as she looped her arm through mine. I listened as she used Jefferson to negotiate a good deal, then she reached into my pocket, pulled out a few bills, and handed them over. The lady made change and instead of returning it to me, she gave it to Jefferson.

He was practically bouncing as he hurried us along toward his cousin's shop.

I wanted to stop everywhere and look at everything. Especially at the towers of candy bars and snack packs.

Katie indulged me, and as long as Jefferson got to keep the change on any shop he translated in, he was happy to let us meander.

Finally, I checked my watch and noticed the time. Suddenly, it was me rushing them along. And to be fair, I was enjoying myself, but the bad lighting and the overpowering smells were starting to get to me. Not to mention the people, and I don't mean the vendors, but the customers.

They walked past us with purpose, knowing exactly where they were going and digging through bins with laser focus. They called out questions and acted like they ran the place. Cash was handed off in quick, quiet flashes, and I began to see that Katie wasn't the only person who was concerned about being robbed.

And when I glanced at her, she squeezed my arm, looking right at home. Just as much as Jefferson did as he waved at different people before taking us to the second floor.

"Taylor!" he shouted. "Got a customer for you!"

I'm not sure what he said, but I heard the word money at least four times. Katie glared at me every time he said it. I ignored her and began looking around.

It took a few moments and a couple of empty threats to get her going, but once she did, she got into the spirit of things.

First, she asked what type of gathering it was. I said it was a holiday party for the company and their dates. She picked out a nice black dress that had sleeves and went to her ankles.

"I'm willing to be your hot date, but I'm not going to freeze," Katie called from behind the changing curtain Taylor had rigged up at the back of the shop. Her voice was playful but edged with determination, and I could hear the shuffle of fabric and zippers as she worked.

A few moments later, the curtain jerked back, and she stepped out, arms lifted slightly, turning for effect. "Well? What do you think?"

She looked beautiful. Warm and elegant in a fitted black coat over a knit dress that hugged her like it had been tailored just for her curves. I thought her boots were a little flashy, but somehow, she made it work.

"Looking good," Jefferson said, giving a little nod of appreciation.

Taylor and I nodded together, both of us in complete awe.

Katie rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her grin. "Men," she muttered with a shake of her head, disappearing back behind the curtain.

She changed back into her street clothes, and we wandered through the rest of Taylor's shop. I told her to get what she wanted, and she just smiled.

I watched as she went through snagging leggings, oversized sweaters, and some matching bra and panties. Most of the things she didn't ask about, but the underwear she did.

"You're going to get more enjoyment out of them than I will, so you might as well get a say." A couple of sets she rolled her eyes over and said, "I'll wear them but I better get good and fucked when I do."

I smiled. "Deal."

Before I could say no, she yanked open my jacket and slipped it off my shoulders, tugging it onto herself like it already belonged to her.

"Now, it's your turn."

"I don't need clothes," I said, trying not to sound defensive and failing.

"Alley-Cat," she said, drawing out the nickname as she adjusted the jacket to her liking, "if I'm going to be your arm candy, then you're going to be mine."

"Fine," I muttered. "But I have clothes."

She gave me a look, then gestured to the outfit I was wearing. "You look like you mugged a mannequin."

It was my turn to roll my eyes. "I didn't rob one, but I did buy its clothes." Her brow pinched with confusion. "See, I read this article--some style blog or something--and it said if you wanted to dress well, pick what they put on the mannequins. Because, you know, store employees dress those to show off the current trends."

She blinked once. Then again, as she processed my words.

"I guess that's one way to go," she said slowly, as if trying not to laugh. "But you've got me now, and I'm not running around with a guy who dresses like..." I expected her to say bum, but she grinned and said, "... a mannequin." I frowned. "A cute one, sure--but still."

She shoved a bundle of shirts into my chest. "Go try these on."

I sighed and took them, heading into the tiny curtained stall. "I'm surprised you even care," I called as I changed. "I mean, it's not like I'm Billy."

There was a pause.

"Billy, who?"

"Billy Jameson."

A beat. Then a scoffing sound. "From high school? Why would I care if you're like Billy or not?"

I pulled the shirt over my head, careful not to pop a button. "Well, after you kissed me, you started dating him. That's not exactly something a guy forgets... I know I didn't," I murmured.

She laughed--a full, unfiltered laugh.

"Oh my God, I can't believe you're still jealous of him," she said, sticking her head into the curtains. Her expression was half amused, half fond, like I'd just admitted to still believing in Santa Claus. "Yeah, Billy was tall and blonde and everything a woman's supposed to want, but you know what else he was? A narcissist."