This is a continuation of Under the Table. You might want to read that first. Any and all comments welcome.
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"You're mine now."
Katie stared into my eyes for a few moments then looked away. My mind was racing. I couldn't quite believe what was going on. I was far too stoned to muster any sort of coherent thought. She was dragging me along at a brisk pace, her arm hooked around mine, not saying a word. I was still reeling from what had happened at the table. Surely someone must have known what was going on. An icy trickle of fear worked it's way down my spine as I imagined all the worst possible scenarios and all the backlash that would be thrown at me as a result of allowing her to take advantage of me so easily. Not for the first time that night I felt my cheeks burn with shame and anger at myself.
I was shaken from my reverie by headlights shining in my face as a car drove by. Squinting my eyes against the glare I saw a brief flash of a face glancing at us from the vehicle as we continued on down the street, Katie quite clearly leading me. I wondered what the driver thought as I listened to the rumble of the engine fade away. I felt so open and exposed, as though just by looking someone would know right away exactly what had happened tonight. My cheeks felt like they would melt with embarrassment.
With a jolt, Katie suddenly pulled on my arm and dragged me into an alleyway. It was so sudden that I nearly lost my footing and stumbled into her, knocking her against the wall. I heard her curse. Grabbing my shoulders roughly she span me around to face her. She glared at me, her eyes blazing with anger. I started to open my mouth to apologise when her hand lashed out, slapping me hard in the face. I reeled from the impact and instinctively raised a hand to my face where she had hit me. The skin tingled with pain as my fingers touched it. I felt a warm slickness next to my mouth and looked down at my hand in a patch of orange light from the street that filtered through to the dark, dank alley. There was blood on my fingertips. In a daze I realised that her fingernails had cut my skin.
Rooted to the spot with shock I looked from my fingers to Katie and saw that she was smirking again. Her eyes flickered down to look at the cut on my face then back to mine again. Her eyebrows arched in mock horror and her hands came up to the sides of her face, her mouth forming an O.
"Oh my poor baby!" she trilled in a sing-song voice.
She stepped in to me, her body pressing against mine as she cupped her hands to the sides of my head. Staringly deeply into my eyes for a moment she tilted her head down and I felt her lips push against the cut, her tongue sliding across it causing a sharp pain to flare in my cheek. She sucked gently at the injury, lapping her tongue over it and then pulled away, her lips making a soft popping noise as the seal was broken. To my surprise my cock twitched in my jeans at the sound, remembering hearing it less than 20 mintes ago at the table. Once again she gazed into my eyes and I couldn't help but stare back, transfixed.
"Get on your knees," she stated flatly.
I didn't move. I couldn't comprehend what she was saying, as though she were speaking a different language.
"W-what?" I stuttered. Her gaze still held mine and I felt as though she could see right through me.
"Get on your knees", she repeated. She let one of her hands drop down and she gripped my cock and balls through my jeans, squeezing them just enough to discomfort me. I felt my knees tremble as she gripped me slightly tighter. Placing her other hand on my shoulder she pushed down on me. My knees folded and I dropped to the ground on them. Pain jarred my knees and I gritted my teeth against it, grimacing. Katie ran her hand through my hair then gripped it and shook my head gently before pulling my hair back to raise my head up. Once again her eyes bore into mine.
"Good boy," she said, as if to a dog. Off in the distance I heard raucous voices raised in drunken merriment, gradually getting louder. I fervently hoped they would turn off the road before they reached the alleyway. The thought of being caught like this made me feel sick to my stomach.
Her other hand moved to her belt and deftly unbuckled it. She pulled my head down, forcing me to watch. I felt a trickle on my cheek and raised my hand to it. The cut was still bleeding slightly but had nearly stopped. I tenderly touched it, my eyes following Katie's hands as she began to undo the top button on her jeans. It popped open and her fingers moved to the zipper. I was suddenly swamped with anxiety as I realised what she intended. I could hear the group of drunks getting nearer all the time and knew with a feeling of dread that they would be passing by the entrance to the alley soon. I had to get out of there. I tensed and prepared to stand up and run.
As if sensing my plans Katie suddenly gripped my hair tighter, twisting it in her grip. She stepped forward and placed her foot between my legs, pressing her shin against my groin.
"Don't even think about it," she growled huskily.
She quickly unzipped her fly and moved her hand to the waistband, pulling it down and wiggling her hips to slide the jeans lower. My eyes watched as her skin was exposed inch by inch and drew in a sharp breath as I realised she was wearing no underwear. A triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair revealed itself and I found myself holding my breath as she fully exposed herself, inches from my face. My cock lurched in my trousers as I stared at her bare pussy lips, glistening in the patchy orange glow of the streetlight that managed to filter through.
"Stick your tongue out," she ordered, gripping my hair with both hands.
Her voice jolted me out of my fixated stare and I glanced up at her with wide eyes. I could hear the drunken revellers were very close now and I willed Katie silently with my eyes to stop, afraid that if I spoke then they might hear me. She gazed down at me, her look a mixture of annoyance and excitement.
"Tongue!" she snarled in a low voice, her fingers raking my head and twisting my hair, her shin pressing harder against my groin. The sounds of baudy singing filled my ears. The drunks were going to pass by at any moment now. I felt paralysed with fear. Helplessly I poked my tongue out. Her hands tilted my head back slightly and almost immediately my mouth and nose were covered by her pussy. She ground her hips against me roughly, sliding herself up and down my tongue as she pulled my face harder and harder into her. Her scent filled my nostrils and I struggled to breathe as she bucked against my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw shadows flicker on the walls of the alley and heard shuffling footsteps as the drunken group approached the mouth of the alley. Katie began to moan softly as she directed her clit over my tongue, moving my face up and down, in and out.
