FIVE

“Raven.”

“Yes Mistress?”

Cate stopped dancing and turned in Raven’s arms.  Her partner’s lips curved into a sultry pout as her hands slid from Cate’s naked breasts with the movement.  They slithered down Cate’s body to rest gently on the curve of her waist.

Cate’s hands circled around Raven’s middle as she gave the exotic dancer a meaningful look.  Raven’s mouth curled into a wicked smirk of understanding.  

Pulling Cate’s hips hard against hers, Raven leaned close to her sexy female client.  She growled softly as her bare breasts pressed against Cate’s.  With a sideways glance at Jon, Raven brushed her lips across Cate’s in an erotic whisper of a kiss.

She felt Cate’s body dip slightly in her grasp as her knees almost buckled.  Raven chuckled softly and gave Cate a demure smile, her long lashes fluttering as she dropped her chin.

Cate drew in a deep breath, trying to calm her racing pulse.  She was so turned on by this little game that she could hardly breathe.  When she looked at Jon she felt another wave of lust slam into her, almost overwhelming her. 

She could hear his ragged breathing over the music.  His chest was heaving, shining with perspiration in the deep vee of his unbuttoned shirt.   His lips were parted and his eyes gleamed almost supernaturally from beneath his dark wig.  His hands were balled into fists on his thighs, flanking the hard mound on his lap.

“Raven,” Cate rasped again, unable to tear her gaze from Jon.  “Thank you.  Your services will no longer be required this evening.”

Raven felt a stab of disappointment.  She had known that eventually she would be dismissed from the Lounge, but she didn’t count on enjoying herself so thoroughly with this couple.  Given the unexpected level of participation her female client had shown, Raven was a bit surprised she wasn’t being invited to join Cate and Jon in a ménage a trois. 

But then again, despite her enthusiastic performance it was obvious this couple had eyes only for each other.  That observation made Raven smile. 

“Yes, Mistress.  As you wish.”  She hoped her voice sounded sexy and subservient, not crestfallen. 

Cate swallowed hard and turned her eyes back to Raven.  She gave the dancer a weak smile.  “Thank you so much,” she repeated quietly.  She withdrew a hand from Raven’s waist and tucked two fingers into the tiny pocket at the waist of her leather mini.  Extracting a folded stack of bills, she offered the tip to her accomplice.  “You have more than earned this.”

Raven gasped softly with surprise.  Cate had already tipped her very generously, prior to their session.  She didn’t expect an additional reward for her services.  But she certainly wasn’t going to refuse a couple hundred extra bucks. 

Her ruby lips curved up into a sly smile.  “You are as generous as you are beautiful.”  Raven flicked a glance at Jon before leaning away from Cate, just enough for her client to understand her meaning.

Cate chuckled wickedly at Raven’s final tease.  She couldn’t resist upping the ante just a tiny bit more, to give Jon one final naughty vision before she pounced on him. 

Keeping the bills clamped daintily between her index and middle finger, Cate pushed at Raven’s almost-bare hips, urging her to turn toward Jon.  As the dancer revolved Cate slipped behind her, her left hand sliding up Raven’s side to cup over her breast. 

Her eyes glittering almost black with arousal, Cate smirked at Jon, who was staring slack-jawed at the duo.  Her gaze locking with her husband’s, Cate lowered her mouth against Raven’s skin.  Her tongue slipped from between her scarlet lips and traced the graceful curve of the exotic beauty’s neck.  Jon groaned in response, his knuckles visibly whitening  as they clenched harder against his thighs.

Cate’s right hand inched down Raven’s flat abdomen, past her navel and to the edge of the crimson strip of cloth covering her pussy.  Cate paused, then with a sexy purr she parted the tiny garment from Raven’s mound with a sweep of her thumb, curling her fingers to tuck the folded bills inside.

Jon let out a strangled yelp, almost doubling over as he felt his climax threatening.  Squeezing his eyes shut, he turned his head away from the fantastic, torturous sight.  “Baby…” the plaintive word was a rush of exhaled breath before he gasped in another long draught of air.

Raven chortled softly and turned her head to look at Cate.  “I believe I’d better go now, Mistress,” she smiled.  “It has been my pleasure to serve you.  Please call if you require any further assistance.”

“Certainly,” Cate agreed huskily, sliding her hands one last time over the soft skin of Raven’s torso before dropping them to her sides.  Her eyes widened slightly when the dancer turned to face her.  Cate’s lips parted as Raven reached up to lay a hand on her cheek, then leaned closer. 

 Cate froze for a second, then sighed at the feel of Raven’s mouth on hers.   Unable to stop herself, Cate returned the beautiful dancer’s kiss, savoring the softness of her plump lips for a full moment.  When finally she pulled her face away, she was flushed with arousal.

“Thank you again,” Raven said softly, then turned and glided to the door.

“Come here.” 

Cate’s entire body tingled at Jon’s firm command, delivered in that panty-melting honeyed-whiskey growl.

Slowly Cate turned to face her husband, a guilty smirk curving her full lips.  She didn’t obey.  Instead she stood tall before him, her nipples tight with arousal, her skin radiant with the glow of forbidden sex.

“You are a very, very Bad Girl.”  Jon’s stern tone crackled with dangerous need.  He raised a hand, crooking his finger at Cate.  “Come.  Here.”

Cate chortled sexily.  “Yes, Master.”  She took two small steps toward Jon, halting just out of his reach.

“I said…” In a flash Jon leaned forward, his hand closing around Cate’s wrist.  He yanked hard enough to make her stumble toward him.  “Come HERE.”  

His eyes blazed with want as he gazed up at her, his chest heaving with his labored breaths.  “You know, there are consequences for your actions, you Naughty Minx.”

Cate smirked down at her husband, seeing through his angry façade.  “I was hoping there might be,” she purred.  Shaking free from his grasp, Cate leaned down.  Her breasts swayed in front of Jon’s face for a moment, until she shoved hard against his shoulders with both hands.  His lip curled with a little faux-snarl as he fell back against the leather-covered cushion.

Cate straightened and gave Jon another devilish smirk.  Then she slowly turned her back to him, flipping her dark-flamed mane over her shoulder as she moved.  Making sure to exaggerate the roll of her hips in time to the funky Aerosmith song that was now ringing through the lounge, Cate sauntered back over to the chair she had occupied earlier. 

Hitching up her leather skirt so the curve of her bare buttocks was revealed, Cate raised her right foot and braced it against the seat of the leather armchair.  Moving deliberately, she bent forward to unzip her stilettoed ankle boot, being sure to give her ass an extra little wiggle with the effort.  Cate slipped the sexy footwear off and dropped it to the floor, then repeated the action with her other boot.

When she turned back to smirk at Jon she saw he had literally taken matters into his own hands.  An eager grin curved Cate’s lips as her eyes lingered on his fist, wrapped around what she was certain was one of the most intense hard-ons Jon had experienced in some time.  Cate shook her head as she wagged a finger playfully at her desperate husband. 

“Now who’s being naughty?”

“Get over here and I’ll show you fucking naughty.”  Jon’s growl was breathy with need.  He stilled his hand’s movement but didn’t let go of his cock.

“Mmmm….”  Cate slowly crossed the rug and stopped before Jon, her feet nudging up against his boots as she widened her stance.  She grinned down at him as her fingers curled under the edge of her mini and inched it upward, to reveal the front of her leather-and-lace thong.  She chortled when Jon’s eyes immediately dropped to her crotch and his hand gave an involuntary squeeze around his throbbing erection.

“I can take care of that for you, ya know.” 

“Nuh-Uh.” Jon growled, hissing softly as he squeezed his shaft again.  “Why should I reward your bad behavior by giving you exactly what you want?”

Cate giggled softly at his obstinance, knowing full well it was only a matter of minutes before Jon would give in.  If that long.  Still her lips pursed in a sultry, playful pout.

Her fingers slipped up over the soft leather swaddling her hips and nimbly undid the snap and short zipper.  Wiggling her hips enticingly, she slid the little skirt downward until it fell to the floor.  Nude except for her sexy thong and her fishnet stockings, Cate grinned down at her husband.

Cate braced her hands on her hips and thrusted her breasts forward just a bit more.  She reveled in the heat of Jon’s hungry eyes raking over her body.  

“Haven’t I earned a reward, Baby?” she cooed seductively.  Her thumbs slipped down to loop in the leather straps crossing her hipbones.  “Or wasn’t Raven enough for you?”

Jon swallowed hard as his eyes followed her hands’ movements.  He knew full well this game wasn’t going to last long.  Hell he wasn’t going to last long, once she touched him.  But still he couldn’t resist.

“I didn’t get my full lap dance, you know.”  His faux-pout wasn’t convincing.  “She didn’t finish with me before…”  He swallowed hard before forcing out the next words.  “Before she went to you.”  Jon’s dick throbbed in his hand as again the vision of the beautiful stripper’s naked torso pressed against Cate’s flashed in his mind.

“But that was your idea,” Cate purred, stepping in between Jon’s legs until her shins bumped against the leather couch.  She leaned forward, smiling down at Jon.  “Not my fault you didn’t…. finish… with Raven.”  She smirked wickedly.  “But that just means more for me.”

With that Cate gracefully climbed onto the couch, straddling Jon’s lap.  Her hand closed over his, prying his fingers gently away from his rigid shaft.

Jon growled softly and sucked in a deep breath, willing himself to hold his release just a little bit longer.  A warm flush spread over his body as Cate’s musky scent filled his senses.  He smiled in spite of himself, his pretend-petulance vanishing with her touch.  His hands moved to her hips, toying with the straps of her thong.

“God, Baby…” he sighed.  “You never fail to amaze me.”  Jon raised his eyes to Cate’s and saw them shining back at him, no longer full of mischief.  “The things you do for me… or to me.”  He grinned.  “Never in a million years would I have guessed what you had planned for me tonight.”

“It's for me too, Jon.”  Cate’s voice was softer, huskier.  “I know it’s Danny’s party, but I wanted something special for us.  Just us.”

Jon chortled quietly, then grinned.  He kicked at the top hat laying sideways on the floor near his boot.  “So the Slash getup.   That’s your part of the fantasy, huh?”  He arched a brow, a gesture that went unseen under the shaggy tendrils of his wig.

Cate tossed back her hair as she laughed.  “Okay… maybe a little…” she begrudgingly admitted.  Raising a hand to finger a soft black ringlet that dangled along Jon’s cheek, her smile softened.  “But I don’t need a fantasy.  I have you.”

As Cate lowered her mouth to Jon’s she tunneled her fingers into the plush wig.  She tugged it gently from atop Jon’s head and tossed it aside.  She smiled as she tangled her fingers in Jon's soft natural shag.

As if on cue the opening drum cadence of a new song drifted through the lounge, one Raven had queued up per Cate’s request. 

A little sigh escaped Cate’s lips as she slipped her lips across Jon’s softly-stubbled cheek to his ear.  “I love you, Baby,” she breathed.  “I want you.  Only you.”

Jon’s heart throbbed along with his cock at her whispered declaration.  “Oh, Cate…” His hands tugged sharply at the sides of her thong, ripping the thin leather cords loose from the lacy fabric.  He yanked the remaining scraps from Cate’s pelvis and flung the tattered panties aside.  “Now.”

Steadying herself with her hands on Jon’s shoulders, Cate raised up on her knees.  With a hasty shove at his hips to more fully free his cock from his leather pants, Jon again grasped Cate’s hips and guided her downward.  Together they groaned as she took him inside, inch by rigid inch.  

Jon slipped his hands from Cate’s hips to her breasts, brushing his hands almost reverently over the soft mounds before leaning forward to circle a taut, rosy nipple with his lips.  He suckled gently, then drew back.  He settled back against the cushion, a smile of pure contentment lighting his beautiful face. 

Cate slid her hands from Jon’s shoulders down to his pecs, brushing her fingers lightly across his nipples.  His soft gasp made her chuckle.  She dropped her hands against her stockinged thighs and smiled, her heart swelling with the intensity of her emotion.  Slowly she began to rock on Jon’s lap, beginning the ascent to their pinnacle of ecstasy.

“Ohhhhhh….. Cate….” Jon groaned softly.  Again his hands settled on her hips, his fingers squeezing in soft little pulses with her rhythmic up-and-down movement.  “Baby, it’s not gonna take much.”

“Shhh.”  Cate’s eyes glittered the deep blue of midnight, their mischievous light gone, replaced by pure passion.   “Look at me, Jon.”

At her quiet command, Jon raised his eyes to meet hers.  His heart almost stopped at her beauty, at the adoration in her gaze.  His eyes moistened with passioned tears as the music swirled around them, Cate’s soft singing mingling with the bluesy croon from the hidden speakers.

So when the sun goes down

And the nights are getting colder

I will be there

Looking over your shoulder

And the deeper the love

The stronger the emotion

And the stronger the love

The deeper the devotion

I don’t mind

What you’re doing to me

I don’t mind

‘Cause you’re all I can see

I don’t mind

Baby you mean the world to me

And when the sun goes down

And the nights are getting colder

I will be there

Looking over your shoulder

Baby, Baby, Baby…

“Cate…” Jon breathed, his pulse quickening as his climax threatened.  His fingers curled against the flesh of Cate’s hips as his glutes clenched, pushing his pelvis upward and driving his cock even deeper into Cate’s center.  “Ohhh… Ohhhh Baby…”

Cate’s smile faded as she gazed down at Jon’s beautiful face, awash with passion.  Her hips began to pulse faster, their motion fueled her own need.  “I’m with you, Baby…”  The hitch in her breath betrayed the height of her arousal.  “Ohhh… Oh Jon…”

Jon’s moan was low and hoarse as he thrusted up hard against her, flooding her with his seed.  His eyes slipped closed and his head fell back against the leather cushion as he let go, relinquishing himself body, heart, and soul to the fiery redheaded Vixen who had titillated and tortured and pleasured him.   

Again he arched against Cate in a second spasm of ecstasy, then a third.  His final thrust was met with her own cries of delight, then a deluge of wet heat. 

Needing to be one with her, Jon encircled Cate’s waist with his arms and pulled her fiercely against his chest, lurching forward on the couch with the movement.  He held her as tight as he could as she shuddered on his lap, her heart pounding against his chest and her cries of passion melding with his own. 

Jon slipped a hand up to twine in the luxury of Cate’s mahogany tresses as he felt her nails bite into his back, through the thin, sweat-soaked cotton of his shirt.  A little stab of painful pleasure rocketed through him as her teeth closed over his shoulder.  Turning his head to bury his face in her hair, Jon held Cate tight as together they shuddered again and again in prolonged pleasure. 

It was as if they ascended to another plane of consciousness, joined as one in pure passion. 

It was Rapture.

Eventually their bodies relaxed, their senses returned, and their breathing slowed.  But still Cate and Jon remained wrapped tight in each other’s arms, eyes closed, hearts beating in unison.  Neither wanted to interrupt the beauty of this moment.

But finally they had to let go.  His arms still around Cate, Jon slumped back against the couch, pulling her onto his chest.  He chuckled huskily as he felt her panting lightly, her sweat-slicked breasts sliding against his pecs with each labored breath.  Jon dropped his lips against the crown of her head, kissing her hair.

“Christ, Cate…”  Jon chuckled hoarsely.  “Pretty soon we’re either gonna get caught or run out of exotic places to fuck.”

Cate turned her face to press a kiss against his slickened pec.  She smiled at the salty tang of his sweat on her lips.  “No worries here.  I paid for the rest of the night.”  Cate smirked.  “Just in case you want Raven to come back for Round Two.”

Jon’s brows arched as he grinned widely at Cate’s tease.  “Now there’s an idea….”  He chuckled and gave Cate a squeeze, then purred happily.  “Nah.  I’m good.  One Hellcat’s all I can handle.”

Cate giggled.  “Not into threesomes?  Jeez, how very un-Rock-Star of you.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t into The Menage.  Been there, done that.”  Jon chucked and reached down to give Cate’s firm ass a light smack.  “Got the t-shirt.”

“Too old for that shit, huh?”

Jon’s grin softened.  “Nah, not too old.  Just too happy with the way things are.”  His arms tightened around Cate as he felt her purr happily against his chest.  “It ain’t ever gonna get any better than this, Baby.”

Cate blinked away happy tears as she listened to Jon’s heart thumping rhythmically under her ear.  “Yeah,” she breathed in agreement.

They were quiet for a long moment, then Jon broke the silence.  “You know, if everything worked right tonight we’re gonna have one helluva time explaining to our Kid how she was conceived in a Strip Club.”

Cate burst out laughing at Jon’s matter-of-fact observation.  She pulled her cheek from his chest and gave him a quizzical smile.  “Baby, you are one Twisted Motherfucker.”

“Let’s hope I can take that statement literally.”  Jon grinned and slipped a hand between their bodies, his palm sliding over Cate’s womb.  “I guess it would be kinda poetic justice, huh?  After all the money I’ve dropped in places like this over the years, I’d finally get something more worthwhile than blue balls for my troubles.”

“You’re awful.”  Cate grinned and laid her cheek against Jon’s chest again, giggling softly.  “But I guess it’s not out of the realm of possibility that you could have knocked me up just now.”

Jon grinned and gave his wife another squeeze.  “So, Baby...?”

“Hmmm?”

“If it turns out I did get you pregnant tonight… does that mean we can name her Roxy?”

“Don’t push your luck, Jon.”

Jon grinned and closed his eyes, pulling Cate close and dropping another kiss against her hair.  He sighed hopefully.

“Just promise you’ll think about it, okay?”

“We’ll see.”

THE END