His Sex Kitten

He cradled her in his arms. She nestled into him so perfectly, it felt like she was meant to be there. She was different from the other women he’d been with.

She was gentle, tender, and full of intrigue that he was eager to uncover. He loved the way she clung to him, the way she nestled her head on his shoulder.

She glanced up at him. “I’m tired. Can we go home now, if that’s okay?”

His heart softened when she looked at him with those stunning eyes. She seemed hesitant to ask him if they could leave.

“Sure, we can head out now. I’m pretty beat too. It’s been a long day for both of us.”

They left the bar, and as they were getting into the car, two drunken men approached them.

Kyle sighed. It was the same old story, the one where they started spouting off disrespectful comments about the woman, thinking they could overpower him and harm her.

“Hey, guys. That’s not how you talk to a lady. Just head home and sleep it off, and I’ll let you walk away without any broken bones.”

The two men were burly, and he knew they assumed that because he was smaller and less muscular he wouldn’t stand a chance against them.

What they didn’t know was that he had trained in self-defense with the world’s most renowned karate master.

“Just get in your car and leave the girl with us and we won’t have a problem,” the larger of the two men said.

He felt her hand on his back, heard her breath catch in her throat. The last thing he wanted was for her to see his violent side, but he might not have a choice.

He wasn’t about to let these men touch her. “Sorry, boys. I can’t do that.” He turned to her. “Get in the car and lock the doors.”

Even though she didn’t want to leave him, she did as he said and watched from inside as the two men lunged at him. All she could see were fists flying, a flurry of kicks and jumps.

Kyle was like a one-man army as he took the men down, both of them bleeding and crying out in pain. She saw him pull his phone from his back pocket and make a call.

She unlocked the door and stepped out. She walked over to him and looked at the two men lying on the ground.

“We have to wait for the police to come,” he said, wiping the blood from his lip with the back of his hand.

“Where did you learn to fight like that?” she asked, impressed.

“It’s a long story. Maybe someday I’ll tell you.”

“I was scared. I thought you were going to kill them.”

“I could have. But the thing is, what I’ve learned is to use it only in self-defense, not to kill.”

The police arrived, took their statement, and arrested the two men. Kyle gave them his address and phone number, then they were allowed to leave.

Knowing she was still shaken, he held her hand all the way back to the hotel.

When they got back to his suite, he told her to go ahead and get ready for bed. He wanted a drink before joining her.

He needed to relax. He’d wanted to kill those men for the things they said they wanted to do to her.

It took all his training, all the years of discipline, to resist the urge to end their pathetic lives.

She slipped into one of the sexy nightgowns that he bought her and went into the living room, finding him with a drink in his hand. He was staring out the window.

Walking over to where he was, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, resting her cheek against his back.

“Why don’t you come to bed?” When he turned around to face her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body up against him, letting him know she wanted him.

“Are you coming on to me?” he asked, feeling the heat inside him rising.

“If I kiss you or suck on your neck, will you rip off my nightgown and make love to me?” she asked, running her fingers over the back of his head.

“Maybe. Try it and see what happens,” he said, putting his arms around her waist, his cock already hard, wanting her.

When she placed her lips softly on his neck and started kissing, he closed his eyes, loving the feeling that swept through him.

He reached over to touch her breasts, and he felt how hard her nipples were.

“Oh, Kyle,” she moaned when his hand moved from one breast to the other, running his thumb over the nipples.

He took a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up. His mouth came down hard on hers.

She let him dominate her, his tongue forcing its way inside her mouth as his kiss turned more passionate, a little rough, and then she was lifted up into his arms.

Making it to the bedroom, he put her down, where they tore off each other’s clothes and fell onto the bed.

He started off by kissing her lips, moving down her neck. His hand wrapped around her breast, and he put it in his mouth.

He felt how her back arched when he sucked on the nipple and her fingers gripped his hair.

He moved to the other breast before kissing down her stomach and parting her legs. He pleasured her until she cried out his name and she orgasmed.

He put on a condom and entered her wet opening slowly. He made love to her that night three times. It wasn’t sex. It was making love. It was warm, gentle, and passionate.

The next day he was taking a shower when there was a knock at the door. She debated whether or not to answer the door, but then she decided to.

It was a man she had never seen before. He was around Kyle’s age and almost as handsome.

“Can I help you?” she asked, stepping back when he walked in.

“I’m here to see Kyle.”

“He’s taking a shower. He should be out any minute.”

“You must be Kiera. He’s told me about you. I’m his friend, Joe Hopkins, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Thank you,” she said, wondering just how much Kyle had told Joe. The last thing she wanted was for people to know what she was doing for a living. “Can I get you something to drink? Coffee or tea?”

“No thanks. I’m good.”

Kyle strolled into the room, buttoning up his shirt, and noticed Joe chatting with her. “What’s got you here so early?”

“I was around and thought I’d swing by to say hi and meet your friend.

“I was waiting for an invite from you, but when it didn’t come, I decided to drop by,” he said, making himself comfortable on the couch.

“I’ll leave you guys to chat,” she said. She leaned in, pecked his cheek, and retreated to the bedroom.

“Where’s the kitten off to?” Joe asked, watching her exit.

“Don’t call her that. Her name is Kiera,” Kyle retorted, shooting Joe a glare.

“Okay, okay. No harm meant. Don’t tell me you’re getting soft on her. Remember, she’s essentially a prostitute.”

“She’s not a prostitute.”

“Kyle, you paid for her to stay with you for a month for sex. She seems nice, but accepting money for sex does make her one.

“You can’t fall for someone like that. Just enjoy her company, then let her go when the month is up.”

“I’m not planning on falling for her, but I do like her, and I get the feeling she’s not into this job, that maybe she wants out. I’m her first client.”

“Oh, please, Kyle. She probably feeds that line to all her clients.”

“No, I believe her.”

“What do you really know about this girl? She could be a great liar. Don’t fall for it. She’s a pro. When your time is up with her, I might just go on the site and book her for a few days.”

“I think it’s time for you to leave,” he said, rising to his feet. “Don’t even entertain the thought of getting her.”

The idea of his friend even considering trying infuriated him. There was no way he was going to let Joe take her to bed.

“You’re upset. Why?”

“Kiera is a sweet girl, and I want you to steer clear of her. If you’re my friend, you’ll respect my wishes and leave her alone.

“There are plenty of other women on that site for you to pick from. Choose one of them.”

“Fine, but you better pump the brakes, buddy. You’re getting too attached. I’ll catch you later, and enjoy your sister’s dinner.

“I’m guessing you’re not going to spill the beans about your little arrangement.”

“No. She’s not finding out,” he responded, showing Joe the door. He then went to check on Kiera. He found her lounging on the bed, flipping through a magazine.

He joined her on the bed.

“Your friend seems nice,” she said, setting the magazine aside. “Does he know about me, what I’m doing here?”

“Yes, he knows.” He noticed her saddened expression, and he knew what was on her mind.

“You have nothing to worry about. He won’t spill the beans. We have a few hours before we need to be at my sister’s,” he said. He reached over, starting to unbutton her shirt.

“Kyle, I just got my period. I’m so sorry.”

He paused, looking at her, and couldn’t help but feel a little let down. “It’s okay. It happens.”

She noticed his excitement. “Just because you can’t do anything to me doesn’t mean I can’t satisfy you.”

She straddled him. Unbuttoning his shirt, she kissed down his chest, her fingers working his belt and pulling down his zipper.

She moved lower. Taking him in her mouth, she ran her tongue along his length, enveloping him.

With his pants pooled around his ankles, she gave him a blow job, making him grunt and moan when he climaxed.

He had kicked off his pants when she started sucking, using her tongue to tease the tip of his cock. Being inside her mouth, feeling it moist and warm, drove him wild.

His eyes rolled back. His heart pounded against his rib cage. He let out a deep, throaty moan when he came hard and fast.

He pulled her up on top of him, waiting until his breathing steadied.

She wiped her mouth, looking down at him while his eyes were closed. Not having much experience doing that, she was initially worried that it wouldn’t be good for him.

But hearing his moans and seeing the smile on his face, she knew she did well. “I’ll do better next time,” she said, wanting to please him.

His eyes popped open in surprise.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve never had a BJ that good before. You did great, and thanks for doing that for me. I am curious though, how long do your periods usually last?”

“They’re usually short. Three, four days tops.”

He rolled her onto her back and climbed on top of her. “I’ll be counting the days,” he said. He leaned down and kissed her.

When he got up, he pulled his pants on. “I’ll need to stop at the store to grab some more condoms. We’ll need them when your cycle is over,” he said. He shot her a wink.

Later, they changed their clothes and prepared to leave.

“What have you told your sister about me?”

He pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Don’t worry. I didn’t tell her the truth. I told her we’ve been dating for a while and that you work for me at the casino as a waitress.

“You have nothing to worry about. They’ll love you. Just be your sweet self.”

She felt relieved. She hated the idea of people knowing what she really did.

“I don’t like lying to people. It doesn’t feel right. But then again, I don’t want them to know the truth about me, or they’ll be disgusted.”

He drew her head down, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was gentle and sweet. “We should get moving. Judy can’t stand it when I’m late.”