Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina)

Chapter 25

(Kol POV)

I step into my beloved home and close the door behind me. A sigh of relief escapes past my lips. I

bend down to remove my

shoes, and I glance to my side. I behold something unexpected: A trail of red rose petals line the

linoleum floor. I remove my other

shoe and set it aside; my socks still remain. I follow the trail, which Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

takes me upstairs.

The rose petals direct me to the bedroom door that's left ajarred.

Cautiously, I open the door wider for me to peek my head into the room. The trail continues up onto the

bed.

I step inside the room and follow the trail. The rose petal trail halts at Kat's special area between her

legs. Steadily, I scan her, beginning at her toes and ending at her face, drinking in the pleasing sight.

She's almost naked as the final rose petal sits on her uncovered sex organ. Her legs are spread apart

for me. Damn, baby.

"Hi, Daddy, got a big dick?" she murmurs.

Oh, boy. I grin. "Hello to you, too, darling." I slowly run my hand along her inner thigh, appreciating the

softness of her skin. She bites her lip. Fuck. My cock strains against my pants.

"I missed you, Daddy. I missed your big cock."

Oh, baby. "I missed you more, angel. It was a very long day at work today."

"Mmmm, can you show me how much you missed me, Daddy?" she saucily requests.

"Daddy would love to, sweetheart." I pick up the rose petal sitting on her center and drop it beside the

bed. I lower my face to settle

between her legs, and just before my mouth comes into contact with her sex organ, she softly moans

my name.

"Baby girl," I responded and gaze into her eyes. Suddenly, she begins to fade away...No, baby, don't

go...Daddy hasn't tasted you yet...

I feel a familiar touch against my cheek. It's my wife's touch, mmmm. "Baby," I groan and stir in my

slumber while lying on my side. Her thumb brushes my cheek. I reach for her hand and place mine on

top of hers. I move our hands to her chest and gently

squeeze her tit. "Five more minutes, please, gorgeous." I want to

bury my face between your legs in my dream, first. I keep my eyes closed and attempt to recall my

dream.

She chuckles. I feel her lips on mine for a quick second.

Instantly, a rush of energy and excitement surges through my system. I can barely open my eyes, only

getting a blurry version of her. I cup her throat.

I grind my pulsating erection against her exposed and already slick folds of her warm and delicious

center.

She wraps her legs around me, pulling me in closer.

Her cheek is given more kisses. I release her throat and kiss her neck. I

kiss down her cleavage and tummy. She tugs on my hair and

pushes my head down so my face is buried between her legs—

where my head always belongs. I kiss her sex organ, and she arches her back.

"Can we go see a movie tonight?" she asks, interrupting our precious sexy time.

I look up at her while my tongue collects her juices.

"Jesus Christ, answer me, please." She pulls on my hair.

I remove my mouth from her lovely center to answer her properly.

With my thumb, I rub her clitoris in circular motions. "I'd love to take you to the movies, sweetheart, but

unfortunately, they don't let

snacks in."

She smirks. "Come here you cheesy fucker." She drags me up, and

her lips meet mine. Her tongue parts my lips and enters my mouth.

She plays with my tongue; I moan.

She lets go of my lips. "I thought I was a full-course meal, not a

snack."

"You're all of the above." I peck her lips with mine.

"Can we please go to the movies tonight Deadpool 2 just came out,

and I really want to go see it."

"We can go to the movies tonight, only if you promise me something."

"What is it this time?"

"I want you to wear a silky dress, but nothing underneath, okay?

You know Daddy loves that shit."

"You want me to do that so you can conveniently slip your hand

under my dress during the movie, and try to make me squirt for you, right there in the theater?" Damn,

she got me. I'm not surprised though.

An ear-to-ear grin lines my lips. I nod at her. Then, I lean in to kiss

her neck.

She pets my head. "I promise to wear a silky dress with nothing underneath."

I sit up. "That's my girl. Now, are you ready for a nice and slow,

sexy morning fuck? You can't start the day properly without daddy's cum deep inside your pussy."

She nods. Thank God we were on family planning already, we had long stopped having more kids.

******

The day has turned into night as the sun is no longer in sight, and I'm already dressed for date night

with my girl. I keep it simple,

spoting a white shirt, black skinny jeans, a black jacket, and white sneakers.

"God, what is taking my goddess so long?" I mutter to myself.

Tired of waiting on the couch, I decide to check on her, so I head upstairs. I notice she left the door

wide open. I welcome myself into the room.

She's bent over, looking at her reflection in the mirror and applying

the finishing touches to her look for tonight. She wears a red, short

silky slip-on dress and a denim jacket. She pairs her look with

lace-up wedges. Yummy. I quickly recognize that she's wearing my

own denim jacket. God, she always looks extra cute in any piece of my clothing. I lick my lips and

saunter up behind her. I lift up her dress and take a quick peek. Good girl, no panties.

She gasps and straightens her body. "Checking up on the goods down there, sir?" she questions and

glides her lipstick along her

lower lip; then she rubs her lips together to make sure the color is evenly applied.

I wrap my arms around her. "Yes, of course, baby," I answer and rest my chin on her shoulder. I

breathe in her exquisite scent. She

smells like strawberries and cream tonight. Fuck me. I can't wait to cream inside her tonight. I gaze at

the reflection of the two of us in the mirror. Unsurprisingly, a naughty thought of me fucking her

from behind right now plays in my head. I place a single kiss to her

neck and moan quietly.

"Was everything in order down there?" Her question snaps me out

of my sexy thoughts. She sets her lipstick down.

I smirk and lean in close to her ear. "So far so good, but Daddy will give you a more thorough

inspection when we get back home."

I look down at her chest. It appears she's not wearing a bra either.

That's my girl. I squeeze her tit in my palm. The sensation is exquisite.

"God bless America," she says lowly in response.

I can't help but chuckle. "Mmmm, God bless you, you look good

enough to eat, baby." I kiss her ear. "We should save the movies

for another night."

"No, I really want to see this movie tonight, Kol. We'll have our

sexy time after, I promise."

"I know, but I don't think I can wait any longer when you're this god

damned gorgeous." I apply several kisses to her cheek.

"We're gonna be late, Kol." She breaks free from my arms and

turns around to face me. "Let's go, please."

I kneel in front of her and place a kiss between her legs on the

fabric of her dress. I look up at her. "You look so good wearing my

jacket." I sneak my hand up behind her leg and squeeze her ass.

She pets my head. "Well, I'm glad that you don't mind me wearing

your clothes."

"What's mine is yours, baby." I stroke her sex. "Always."

"I love you to death, Kol, but please, save it for after the movies," she pleads.

I stand up and haul her into my arms, so I can kiss her passionately. I pull away and catch my breath.

"Okay, we can officially leave the house now, baby."

"I hate you," she mutters as we stand in line, waiting to purchase

our tickets.

I look over to her. "What? Where did Daddy go wrong this time?"

She doesn't look at me. "You neglected to tell me it was going to

be chilly tonight. I'm freezing my ass off."

"Aw, baby, Daddy will keep you warm. Don't worry."

She still doesn't look at me.

"Look, I'll buy us popcorn while you wait and get us tickets, okay?

I'll wait for you at concessions."

"Okay." She sighs.

I kiss her cheek, and I head over to concessions. The line is a mile

long. Fuck.

Finally, my girl and I are in the theater. We sit in the top row, and

thankfully, there's barely no one in the theater. I can have a little

fun with my girl.

The commercials and previews to upcoming movies play on the

big screen. Now, it's just more waiting until the right moment to

give my girl the best orgasm she's ever experienced. But the words

she said earlier replay in my head, "I hate you." And the fact she

didn't look at me when I spoke to her—should I allow her to climax

right here in this theater?

The movie's been interesting and entertaining. I'm glad she asked

me to go see it with her. However, as usual, nothing can keep my

mind off my favorite girl in the entire universe. I spend most of my

time admiring her and very little time paying attention to what's

happening on the screen.

She's so cute. She laughs at the appropriate times. Oh, her laugh.

One of the things about her I can't get enough of.

She's wholeheartedly focused on the movie, especially during the

fight scene that is happening right now. When she said that she

really wants to go see this movie, she really meant it. She hasn't

looked at me once for the duration of the movie. I'm glad she's

enjoying the movie, but she needs to remember she's mine, and I

need her attention, too.

Daddy wants to play. From my hand in the resting position on her

thigh, I carefully move it north, heading to her sacred place.

Quickly, she places her hand on mine, halting any further movement.

"It's not playtime, Daddy. This is a good scene," she tells me while

her eyes are glued to the screen.

I smirk and lean in close to her ear. I move her hair strands and

set them behind her ear. "It's always playtime for Daddy." I plant a

kiss below her ear. I glide my hand up her delicate, soft skin while

her hand remains on top of mine. Soon, I stroke her naked,

dripping wet center. She shudders.

"Daddy," she breathes and attempts to push my hand away. It's

too late, baby girl. Daddy already felt how wet you are, so there's

no going back.

I slip three of my fingers past her entrance, stretching her out. She

gasps as I did that without any warning. She grips my wrist tightly.

I thrust my fingers, in and out. "Mmmm, you're so wet for Daddy,

my horny little girl," I murmur in her ear. "Tell me when you're

close, baby."

She gives in and nods. Success.

It takes no time to get her dangling off the edge of the pleasure

cliff. I feel her moist walls tightening around my fingers. Oh, she's

ready.

"Daddy, I'm close," she alerts.

Good girl, but you're not coming for me just yet, not now, not here,

especially after what you've done earlier. "Don't come for me," I

order and cautiously eject my fingers from her opening. My fingers

are dripping with her juices.

"B-but I thought you wanted me to squirt for you in the theater."

She looks over to me for once.

"I changed my mind. Probably from what you said earlier and what

you've done."

"What?"

"You said you hated me. You didn't make any eye contact when I

spoke to you."

"You know I was kidding about hating you," she responds, "And I'm

sorry for not making eye contact with you earlier." She thinks that

I'm actually mad at her. She's so cute.

I smile. "I know. I mean, why would you hate a man like me?

But about the not making eye contact part, you don't deserve to

orgasm now."

"Well, now I'm reminded why I hate you." Oh, she's definitely not

climaxing in the car when we're heading back home. "I need to come, Daddy, please."

"You can wait like a good girl. I know you can." I slide my fingers

between her lips, and she sucks on them, savoring her juices. She

makes eye contact. Jesus, baby. Is this how she apologizes for

not making eye contact earlier? Damn. I would love to claim your pussy right here, but not this time.

Her mouth departs my fingers.

"All clean?" I ask.

"Yes, Daddy. May I please go to the bathroom now?"

"So you can masturbate and make yourself come? No, that's Daddy's job. Besides, you're not allowed

to come until I give you permission to do so."

"I won't masturbate, I promise, Daddy. I'll come straight back." She

applies several kisses to my cheek. God, her cheek kisses,

mmmm. I can't say no.

"Go ahead. Do what you need to do, but no masturbating."

"Thank you, Daddy."

She gets up from her seat. I sigh and rub my cock through my

jeans. I swear my cock can tear through the fabric any second

now. I should've just fucked her in the bathroom. But, I want to

wait until I can make sweet, proper love to my girl in the comfort of

my bedroom tonight.

Minutes later, she returns to her seat and crosses her legs. I lean

in to kiss her cheek. "Long time no see. I missed you, baby."

"I came back as fast as I could. I hope you're happy."

"Oh, I'll be happy when we step foot in our house," I respond.

"Anyways, did you touch yourself?"

"Of course not. I didn't want to take Daddy's job."

"Mmmm, good girl." I reach for her hand and place it on my crotch,

so she can feel my shaft twitching for her. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She kisses my cheek. "There's only an hour left of

this movie."

"Fuck."

She laughs and pets my cock, fighting for a release from my jeans.

She whispers in my ear, "Can you make me come on the way

home, Daddy? Please?"

"No, you're going have to wait until we step foot in our house."

She sighs.

"You're not the only one who has to wait, baby." I kiss her cheek.

"Edging is fun, isn't it?"

She looks at me, then looks back at the screen. She definitely

agrees with me.

Home sweet home, thank fuck. I sigh happily as I unlock the front

door. I allow her to step inside first. After, I step inside and

close the door behind me. I turn around. To my pleasure, I find her

on her knees in front of me.

"Baby girl—" I breathe.

She undoes my belt and looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes

of hers, now dark as obsidian glittering with lust. I can't stop her.

I'm weak—all of the punishments I planned on giving to my misbehaved girl goes out the window.

I place my hand behind her head. I allow her to do what she

pleases. She unbuttons and unzips my pants, while her eyes are

still locked onto mine. She pulls out my throbbing length. I moan

from her soft and slightly cold hand wrapping around my bare dick.

"I hope you can forgive me for saying I hated you earlier." She

opens her mouth and taps the head of my cock on her tongue.

Fuck me. She really knows how to properly apologize to a man.

I tug on her hair strands slightly. "Oh, you're forgiven. But I'm gonna punish you tomorrow for your

antics earlier."

"Okay, Daddy. Don't forget."