His Sex Kitten

She emerged wearing a black skirt and a white blouse. He patiently waited for her to slip on her shoes before they left his suite.

“I need to swing by my office downstairs to sign some papers, then we can head out.” He wanted to get it done today, a Saturday, so he wouldn’t have to worry about it on Monday.

Guiding her with a hand on the small of her back, he led her to the elevator and they stepped in.

“You have an office here?” she asked, glancing around as they strolled past the front desk and the casino.

“Yeah, I own this place,” he replied, guiding her into his office. He gestured for her to take a seat while he pulled out some documents and signed them.

Once he was done, he tucked the papers away, stood up, and they exited the building. “There are some fantastic shops here on the Strip, we can just walk.”

They entered one of the top shops on the Strip, and Kyle asked the saleswomen to show them some dresses and other clothing.

For three hours, she tried on a variety of outfits. He wanted to see her in them. Since she wasn’t expressing any preferences, he took the initiative and made the selections for her.

He paid for the items and instructed the saleswoman where to deliver them. He also made sure she got new bras, panties, and some sultry lingerie.

“You really shouldn’t have bought so much,” she said, guilt creeping into her voice.

“You needed them,” he responded, a smile playing on his lips.

“But they were so pricey. Haven’t you spent enough money on me?” She halted mid-sentence when she saw the anger flash across his face.

She instantly regretted her words.

He fell silent. His temper flared and, seizing her by the shoulders, he pinned her against the wall.

“I don’t want to hear you say that ever again. It makes you sound like a prostitute and me a twisted pervert.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, lowering her gaze. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. “But isn’t that what I am?”

Letting go of her shoulders, his anger dissipated. He gently lifted her chin with his finger so he could look into her eyes.

“You’re not a prostitute. Don’t ever say that again.” His heart softened when he saw she was on the verge of tears. “Do you want to keep walking, or are you tired?”

“We can walk some more,” she replied. She was surprised when he took her hand and held it as they continued down the Strip.

He paused to look at her. “How about we check out the Titanic artifact exhibition?”

“Sure, that sounds like fun,” she agreed. She had only heard about it and was thrilled. She gazed around in awe when they arrived.

“This is incredible. I’ve seen all the movies they made about it, both the old and the new ones. It’s so tragic that so many people lost their lives.”

He leaned over the railing, observing the display. “My great-grandparents were on that ship when it sank. They didn’t survive.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said, turning to look at him.

“It’s okay. I never knew them. Let’s go see the rest of it.”

He took her hand again, and they resumed their walk, pausing to look at the photos of all the passengers who were on board when it sank.

By the time they finished, it was time for dinner, so they stopped at one of the restaurants to grab a bite.

“So, Kiera. Are your parents still alive?”

“Are yours?” she countered, trying to deflect his question.

“Why do you do that?” he asked, looking at her intently.

“Do what?”

“Dodge my questions by asking your own.”

She put her fork down. “We’re not supposed to talk about ourselves. It makes things too personal. So, please don’t ask me any more questions.”

“Okay. My parents passed away a few years ago. It’s just me and my sister, Judy, now. She’s married and has a little girl, Chrissy. She’s as cute as a button. I bought a kitten for her.

“We’re having dinner with them on Wednesday night, the night before we leave for Italy.”

“You want me to meet your family?”

“My sister is always trying to match me with her friends. If I let her believe you’re my girlfriend, she’ll stop. So, will you play along? Help me out?”

“I’m here to do whatever you want, so yes.”

He paid the bill, and they returned to his hotel. He followed her into the kitchen when she mentioned she was going to get a glass of water.

He watched her with his arms crossed as she lifted the glass to her lips and drank. His sexual desires stirred, so he approached her, took the glass from her hand, and set it down.

He then hoisted her onto the counter, his hands gliding up her legs.

His lips met hers. His kiss turned fiery and passionate as his hand slid up her dress and between her legs, caressing her pussy over her panties.

He broke off the kiss. He cleared everything off the counter, placed his hand on her chest, and gently pushed her down.

He removed her panties, and spreading her legs, he pressed his mouth against her sex. He licked and sucked until her screams filled the room and she climaxed, her orgasm making her body shudder.

He wiped his mouth and scooped her up, carrying her to the bedroom where he laid her down and ripped off the rest of her clothes.

He quickly stripped off his own clothes and rolled a condom onto his throbbing erection. He thrust his cock inside her, going in hard and deep, making her gasp.

He was so aroused that he didn’t take his time. He pounded into her hard until they both climaxed.

She was slightly taken aback by the intensity of his lovemaking. It was so powerful.

The first time, he had ensured she was satisfied before he was. This time, he seemed indifferent, just when she thought he was going to treat her right. She felt hurt.

Not wanting to upset him, she wrapped her arms around him, returning his kiss. Then he said something that made her feel a little better.

“I’m sorry. I got so carried away by you that I couldn’t help myself. I apologize if I was too rough or rushed things. I swear it won’t happen again.”

She let her mind wander back to their time in the kitchen, and what he had done to her.

It was incredible. The way his tongue explored her, the way he sucked, tugging on her clit and leading her to the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced.

She figured—since he had given her such pleasure, and her screams and moans must have driven him wild—that he had lost control. So yes, she could forgive him.

“It’s okay. It was a bit scary at first, but then it was amazing.”

She drew his head down to kiss him. This was something she never thought she would do, to kiss him without feeling obligated.

“No, it’s not okay. Damn, I didn’t give you any time before I was inside you.” He pulled her into his arms, caressing her back. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

He lay there for a while before getting up to dispose of the condom. When he returned to bed, she was asleep, so he slid in beside her. Lying on his side, he watched her until he too fell asleep.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he greeted her when she walked into the kitchen. “I thought you were going to sleep all day,” he teased, handing her a mug of piping hot coffee.

Her eyebrows knitted together, and she bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“Kiera, it’s okay. Don’t look so worried. I was just teasing you,” he reassured her when he saw the fear in her eyes.

He moved closer, caressing her cheek with his hand. “I hope that soon you’ll feel comfortable enough to tell me what’s scaring you.”

She looked into his eyes and saw genuine concern. He was nothing like the clients she’d heard about.

Unlike the other men, Kyle was kind, gentle, and maybe a little bossy, but overall, he seemed like a good guy.

“It’s nothing, really. Thanks for the coffee. Can I make you something to eat?”

“No, that’s okay. I have some work to take care of downstairs, but you go ahead and make something for yourself. I have a surprise for you this afternoon.”

“A surprise? What kind of surprise?”

“I’m taking you on a helicopter tour of Las Vegas.”

“I’ve never been on one before. Is it safe?” she asked, her nerves kicking in.

“Yes, it’s perfectly safe. You have nothing to worry about,” he reassured her before leaving to get some work done. He didn’t want to leave her, but he still had a business to run.

She was wearing jeans and a black top when he returned four hours later. She noticed he seemed upset. “Are you sure you want to take me out? We could just stay here, and I’ll make dinner.”

“Why?” he asked, sitting down and rubbing the back of his neck.

“You seem upset, so I just thought we should stay in.”

“I am upset. Upset with my staff. There was a major screw-up, but I handled it, and I already booked the helicopter, so we’re going,” he snapped.

Feeling guilty about snapping at her, he gave her a smile. “Getting away from here and having some fun will make me feel better. Let me just change my clothes, and we’ll be on our way.”

They left the hotel and went to the indoor parking lot, where he opened the door to his BMW and waited until she was seated before going around to the driver’s side.

He was feeling a bit more relaxed after a long hot shower. He had considered inviting her to join him, but he knew if she did, they wouldn’t be leaving the bedroom for the rest of the day.

She was a bit nervous about getting into the small helicopter, but once they took off, she started to enjoy it.

Kyle pointed out various landmarks, cracking jokes that had her laughing, something she hadn’t done in a while.

When they circled back around, he pointed. “There’s my hotel.”

“It looks so beautiful from up here,” she commented as she looked down at the bright lights illuminating it.

It was getting dark by the time they landed and got back into his car.

“I had fun. Thank you, Kyle.” She looked over at him, wanting to ask him something but unsure if she should.

“Why do I get the feeling that you want to ask me something?” he asked when he saw the way she looked at him. “It’s really okay to ask me things.”

Taking a deep breath, she decided to go for it.

“You hired me to be your sex kitten, for sex, but yet you take me places. You show me a good time. I thought this was just supposed to be about sex. It feels more like dating.”

He placed his hand on her leg. Looking at her, his expression turned serious.

“It’s not dating, I don’t want you to think it is. You are here just to give me sex, but I see no reason why we can’t have some fun outside of the bedroom.

“Now, let’s go and get something to eat. I’m thinking pizza and beer. I know this great bar that makes the best pizza around.”

He drove for twenty minutes and stopped outside the bar. He went inside and ordered the food and asked her what she wanted to drink.

He smiled when she said she also wanted a beer. He was pleased that she could drink something other than wine. Except for the hard stuff. That he knew she couldn’t handle.

He ignored the waitress, who was blatantly flirting with him even though he was there with someone.

To him, it showed what kind of a woman she was, one who didn’t care about the other person he was there with, and he found it to be a huge turnoff.

When the music started up again, he got up and held out his hand. “Would you like to dance with me?”

She smiled. Taking his hand, she got up and followed him over to the dance area.