chapter 17- catherine's house

Emi

I’ve eaten so much, but I’m proud of myself. At least, there is some left over. Every time we go out, I’d managed to eat everything. She takes me back downtown, to the high rise apartments.

We step inside and she flips lights on in an open floor plan pent house. The living room is huge, with a dining room and huge kitchen all in view with Portland stretching out around us. I bet she has a view of Mount Hood when it’s sunny.

She catches my hands, turns me against the door and starts kissing me hard and fiercely. Suddenly, I don’t care how fancy her apartment is. All I can feel is Catherine and I want her. My heavy stomach presses against her and I worry if she will be disgusted, but her hands rove up and down it, moving up the sides and back down again.

I moan into her lips as her tongue dances in and out of mine.

“Let me put this in the fridge and then I have delightful plans for you,” she says huskily. Pulling away, she walks to the fridge and puts up the food. I groan and she chuckles.

“Hungry?” She asks. I rub my stomach.

“Just for you,” I say desperately. She walks back over and takes my hand. She pulls me toward the bedroom I assume. I stop and she looks at me concerned.

“I’ve messed around with girls, but I haven’t actually done it yet with a woman,” I say worried and she smiles, pulls me to her and kisses her.

“It’s okay. I’ll show you,” she says. “You’re worth it, but if you don’t mind. I’m going to play with you first. I’ve been wanting to very badly and we’ve already discussed your limits. Do you remember your safe word?”

“Hufflepuff,” I say, thinking again if Catherine had a house it would be Slytherin. I almost laugh out loud. A Slytherin and Hufflepuff, who would have thought. She pulls in me in to a hug.

“No bondage,” she promises. “I remember that was a limit.” She pulls me into the bedroom and it’s just as luxurious as the rest of her apartment.

Burgundy silk sheets wrap around her bed with a black comforter. There’s red brick along the wall with dark furniture and minimal decoration. Again, Catherine rips me to her, distracting me from my observations. Next thing I know my dress slides down to the designer shoes she got me. Her lips tracing down my body, lighting it on fire.

Then, she walks away and opens her closet. It’s full of power suits, dresses, shoes, boots, and my jaw drops. A lot of toys—and I mean a lot! She pulls out a black piece of cloth and closes her closet door.

In her hands, she holds the cloth up.

“I think you’ve done this before with Scarlett,” she says with a wicked grin. “I’m going to show you how to really do it. She steps around me and wraps the blindfold around my eyes. I swallow as she sits me on the bed. All my nerves a light as she begins her slow journey up and down my body with her mouth—I’m nothing but fire and sensual energy under such care.