LIGHT and SHADOWBy Sascha Illyvich BLURB: Can two lovers realise their love for one another as two halves of the same soul?
Katalin has wanted Stefan's collar for the past three years. On a magical romantic trip to NOLA, she aims to earn it until he upsets her and runs off.
Can she forgive his mistake and reconcile to be his lovely submissive?
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They pulled into a parking spot. Stefan shut off the engine.
Katalin waited for him to get out.
Without warning, he was on her side of the car, his hand around her shoulder. Fear mixed with anticipation disappeared as his hand connected to her ass. “You’re challenging me,” he growled.
She swore she would soak her panties if he did that again. Katalin looked up at him, pleased with herself and smiled. “No I’m not. I just know how to get what I want.”
He tilted his head to the side, glaring at her. His frown changed to a smile. “It’s not polite to top from the bottom.”
She frowned. “You promised.”
“Indeed. I guess I’m a damn liar.”
“No, you’re just a brat.” She hoped that’d earn her at least another spanking, but Stefan disappointed her.
He shot her a wry grin and picked up his suitcase. “Come on.”
Katalin stuck out her tongue at him. He could be so irritating and condescending, but she loved him anyway.
“I will indulge you at my leisure and not a moment sooner. Understand, little girl?” He glared at her, his purple and grey eyes softening.
She saw his bulge beneath his trousers. He was definitely aroused, but his self control was amazing. And annoying. She was getting upset, even as her hormones raged. He’d sworn he wouldn’t treat her like a child when they were together. Their age difference wasn’t too bad, only nine years. He had promised to stop treating her like a child. Yet here he was, overstepping his boundaries. “Brat,” she huffed. Frowning, she set a hand on her hip and looked at him.
Stefan turned, glared at her and took her hand. His expression softened considerably. “Come along, sweet pet.” His tone was less dry than before.
That was better.
They found their room. Stefan turned to Katalin, retrieving the key card from his pocket. “Are you hungry?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Good. We need to eat.”
Setting her hands on her hips, she looked at him. “We need to fuck,” she declared.
Stefan turned, key card still in hand, dropped his briefcase and caressed a cheek with his free hand.
Rough knuckles brushed softly over her cheek, sending a tiny shudder down through her chest and to her plump lower lips. She tilted her head into his hand and smiled.
Bending down, he sealed his lips over hers and slid his tongue into her mouth.
Katalin pressed her mouth into his, feeling his slick tongue stroke the roof of her mouth.
A hand snaked around his head, her hand yanking on his thick ponytail while pulling him to her tighter. They wrestled for a moment, each fighting for dominance of the kiss, tongues caressing, wrapping around each other, slithering in and out of their mouths while their lips pressed together and pulled apart hungrily.
She pressed a hand to his chest and felt him inhale, felt the wind knocked out of him as she kissed him back.
Firm hips arched into hers.
The length of his erection press into her hips. The dress she wore was beginning to feel like too much. Heat built low in her belly that had nothing to do with the New Orleans humidity. Her nipples became taut little peaks beneath her crushed velvet top.
A hand splayed over her stomach and slid upwards, cupping her round breasts. “I’d love to lave them here,” he panted in between kisses.
Katalin pressed her breasts into his chest, feeling the weight of him flush against her body.
Stefan broke from the kiss for just a second, smiled, nipped her lower lip then paused.
Another shudder raced through her. Katalin grinned and batted her eyelashes.
“Just a moment, sweet pet.” His voice was rough, low. Stefan returned to the door. He opened it, stepped in with her behind him. She turned on the air conditioner. Stefan shed his coat, tossed it on the bed and stood in front of the mirror, waiting.
Katalin came up behind him, wrapped her hands around his waist and undid his tie. She tossed it beside his jacket.
Stefan straightened. “Brush my hair.” It was more of a request than a command.
“Of course, my Prince.” Katalin reached into the top pocket of his suitcase and found his black brush. Slowly, she began to run it through his long blond hair, enjoying its silkiness. “I love the way your hair feels.”
His pale skin turned a light shade of pink.
Setting a hand on his shoulder, she felt waves of stress pour off him. She tugged the fabric of his silk shirt. “You shouldn’t wear this while I do this.”
He nodded.
Katalin continued running the brush though his hair, amused at the blue-dyed tips and silver streaks in his thick hair. She loved feeling that hair spread out over her breasts while he sucked her nipples into tight little buds and pounded her pussy. Clamping her legs together, she suppressed a moan and continued brushing his hair, taking her time to let the brush gently tug the tangles from his hair.
Her fingers smoothed strands back against his head while she worked the brush through his thick mane. “Did you ever tell me what others in your profession say when you dye your hair?”
“Because I can. Let’s not talk of work any further, sweet pet.”
She nodded.
Stefan relaxed his shoulders and let out a sigh that seemed to be a release of some sorts. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone and shut it off before tossing it on the nightstand.
Katalin was dying to get him inside her, even now as the heat of New Orleans threatened to suffocate them. The air was so thick, so full of energy, old and new, that a tickle developed in Katalin’s throat.
Stefan turned to hand her a glass of water from the nightstand.
The cool liquid slid down her throat, easing the tickle and cooling her throat. She set down the empty glass on the table beside them.
“Perfect.” Stefan stood, turned to face her, a hungry look in his eyes.
Katalin put a hand to her breast and grinned.
Within seconds, his lips were on hers. “I’ve missed you,” he mumbled in between kisses. His lips nibbled hers and his tongue slid around her mouth.
Her body was on fire now. Her pussy ached. Her hands clutched at his shirt, pulling it open, sending buttons flying everywhere.
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