HURACIO
She was still shivering when I got her into the Jacuzzi. She looked so languid and spent. A testament to my devotion. Feeling smug, I nibbled at her lower lip, trying to keep her awake.
“Kitty, don’t sleep yet. Let me clean you up.” I whispered into her ears as I rinsed her body.
She just replied with a grunt and continued sleeping. By the time she was tucked in bed, Katalina was deeply asleep, and nothing I did helped.
I couldn’t stop gazing at her for a very long time. The knot in my heart finally loosened. She came to me. Begged me to take her.
What happened? What changed her mind?
Though I waited for so long, I never expected it to happen at a time like this. I couldn’t help wondering what could have moved her, but nothing was more important than the fact that she finally came to me.
A strong sense of protectiveness gripped me. I got into bed, propped her into my arms, and adjusted her until she was halfway lying on my torso, with her head on my chest. I had work to do and should return to the sturdy, but I was reluctant to leave.
I had no idea when I slept off, but when I did, the day was already bright and shiny. I slept so deeply and felt very refreshed and energetic.
When I woke up, Kitty wasn’t with me. Checking the cameras on my phone, I found her in the kitchen cooking in a flimsy nightie. It was one of the lingerie I bought for her.
Shocked, I paused and gave her a good look. Just like last night, the nightie left nothing to my imagination.
What the fuck is wrong with this girl?
For the past three months, I showered her with all sorts of gifts, especially lingerie, perfumes, and bags. These were things Helena told me she liked most. Her shopping with Emilia proved that Katalina loved these items. But, despite her love for these things, Katalina never touched the ones I bought. I saw it as a silent protest and did nothing about it. But now, she was wearing another set of sexy lingerie. This time, she wasn’t even wearing a panty. Just the transparent, white, micro nightie.
She is trying to seduce me. I mused in excitement.
Licking my lips, scenes from last night’s escapades flashed across my mind, making my cock twitch.
Checking the time, it was just a few minutes to eight. Luckily, it was the weekend and I didn’t have to leave the house.
I took a shower, wore my bathrobe, and went to join her in the kitchen.
From the staircase, the fragrant scent of fried egg drifted into my nostrils.
“You’re awake.” She quipped the moment I entered.
“Yes.” I hugged her from the back and kissed her neck.
When I raised my head, I found her neck covered with heckies. Some were blue, some were slightly pink, and some were even purple. I really did a number on her last night, and I was proud of it.
Wondering what she would look like without clothes, I slowly started unknotting her sash. She leaned into me, giving me more room. She then turned her face up and stole a kiss from my cheek.
I paused and raised my brows at her in surprise. In the past, though she would let me do whatever I wanted, she was never proactive. The most she would do was kiss me back.
Still not used to her proactiveness, my reaction gave her more time to steal two more kisses before she turned around and started stirring the veggies she was cooking.
I was yet to recover from the kisses when she pushed her butt out and slowly rubbed at against my crotch.
Oh no! My cock did more than twitch. It straightened out at full length, ready to take her on. Unfortunately, I had other plans. So, I immediately dropped the almost loose sash and moved away from her back.
Standing beside her, I tried to adjust my composure and strike up a conversation, but she beat me to it.
She sneaked a peek at my protruding bathrobe and giggled seductively.
“Daddy, is the cabinet warmer than my butt?” She asked coquettishly.
What the fuck?
I glanced down and saw that my dick was really poking the cabinet under the slab. I drew back and glared at her. When did she become so vulgar and shameless? I liked this new Katalina, but she was too stimulating.
She just giggled and removed the frying pan from the burner.
“What are you cooking?” I cleared my throat and asked.
She opened the pot boiling on a second stove and I saw sliced white fish, and lots of ingredients.
“Chinese clear soup, dry eggs, stir-fried sausages with veggies, gravy, and sourdough. I heard the soup is good for your libido.”
After explaining, she covered the pot and gave me a seductive smile.
“I want to make sure your libido is never lacking, Daddy.”
She reached out and slowly traced my shaft with her index finger. Even with the bathrobe between them, my cock still twitched and throbbed. I snorted at it and grunted.
I grabbed her hand and moved backward again.
“I am taking you out today. We will leave after breakfast.”
Seeing the confusion and disappointment in her eyes, I shrugged and briskly left the kitchen. If I stayed a second more, I would have lost control and all my plans would have gone up in flames.
Couldn’t let that happen.
Breakfast was delicious.
Since she started cooking under duress, she had never pulled something this good off. I initially thought Helena had exaggerated when she told me that Katalina was a great cook. But this meal made me realize that despite being amiable all this while, she was just playing along. She had been cooking ordinary edible meals for me to eat all these while, not because she couldn’t do better, but because she wasn’t willing to do beyond the minimally acceptable.
“This is really good, Kitty. Your best so far.” I sneered, feeling slighted.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She blushed and looked away. I know a guilty conscience when I see one.
Since I wasn’t angry enough to stop eating, I wiped my plate clean and emptied the bowl of soup.
After that, I locked myself up in my study and texted her, telling her to dress up for an outing. She tried to find out where we were going, but I didn’t tell her.
“It’s a surprise,” was all I said.