Chapter 2

Author’s Note: And here we are with Chapter 2. John and Kat jet off to New York City. It’s been a while since we’ve been there. My goal with these opening chapters is to frame how the group will be moving forward.

Maybe it was silly to fly the 737 all the way to New York City just for the two of us, but what was the point of the jet if we didn’t use it? Kat and I requested a scaled-down flight crew, and Zoe was the only flight attendant who accompanied us. She had quickly become the favorite among travelers on the 737 for her relentless dedication to service. She was so popular that she started working parties at Hollywood & Vine, too, and I was always glad to see the bubbly brunette.

“I can’t believe that watching me kiss Zoe wasn’t enough to make you give in,” Kat said when our personal concierge had left us in our suite at the Mandarin Oriental.

The view of Central Park was breathtaking through the massive windows, giving us an unencumbered view of the gloriously sunny day. Fifty floors up, it didn’t look like the bitingly cold day it was outside.

“I thought I was just getting your opinion on whether Zoe is a good kisser,” I said, pulling Kat to me, my hands around her waist.

We stood in front of the north-facing window, and the afternoon sun had started to come off its noontime peak, bathing the room in light. Kat gazed up at me, her smile a brilliant white, and her face awash in happiness.

“Enough of the teasing, daddy,” Kat said, pushing her body flush with mine. “You’ve made my panties a soaked mess. I want my reward for being such a good girl.”

“What if it isn’t time for your reward yet?” I asked before pressing my lips to hers.

Our tongues danced, and I pushed my hand down the front of her tight jeans. She wasn’t lying. Her pussy was sopping wet. And so, so smooth. When my fingers grazed her hard, protruding clit, her knees buckled.

“Daddy, you fucking tease,” Kat breathed.

“We should change,” I suggested. “There’s somewhere I wanted to take you for happy hour before dinner.”

“I don’t want to leave this suite,” she said. “It’s glorious.”

It was a standout hotel room. We stood next to the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over Central Park, between the dining room and the living room. The dining table was beautifully lacquered and sparklingly clean. Two plush blue sofas faced one another with a gleaming, polished, mid-century modern coffee table in between that was made to cut lines on. The suite also contained a separate study, with a large desk but also a comfortable sofa and glass coffee table. The bedroom had an obscenely comfortable king bed, along with an expansive bathroom that was done in black marble. In short, it was easy to see the appeal in Kat’s sentiment. There really was no reason to leave the suite. They would bring us any food we wanted, from any restaurant. We could spend the next two days in those comfortable confines. But I wanted to take Kat out on the town first.

“I want to show you off, Kitty Kat,” I said, pressing my lips to hers again.

She pulled back then tugged on my hand, taking my sticky fingers in her mouth and lewdly licking them clean.

“But I want you to take all my holes and treat me like the horny little cumslut I am,” she pouted.

I kissed her one more time. For a long time. When we finally drew back, I said, “I’m going to get you dressed now, and I’m going to take you out, my beautiful wife. But maybe I’ll give you a little relief before we go.”

“Please, daddy,” she pleaded.

Our fingers intertwined, and I led Kat to the bedroom. She pulled off her shirt and flung herself onto the bed. She pulled off her jeans and panties in a single motion, leaving her naked, with legs splayed. The glistening mound between her legs looked like it was quivering, Kat was so desperate to get fucked. I disappeared into the closet, appearing moments later with the outfit the hotel’s personal shopper had delivered for me as requested.

“As good as you look naked, my love,” I said, reappearing holding a stunning but totally impractical dazzling net embroidery dress in shimmering white by Brunello Cucinelli and a contrasting pair of jet black lambskin boots from Bottega Veneta. “I am dreaming of showing you off in this tonight.”

“Daddy, oh my god!” Kat exclaimed, shooting upright. “That is stunning!”

The silk and linen fabric and open-knit structure of the dress wouldn’t do anything to keep her warm in the New York winter, but neither of us cared. I knew it would be made for her body. But before I let her try it on, I had one last gasp of teasing to put her through.

“You deserve it,” I said, laying the dress across one side of the bed, then putting the boots on the floor below it.

Then I stepped toward Kat, closing the distance between us until she had no choice but to back into the end of the bed, her hair cascading over the dress as she fell backward. I got on my knees and lightly kissed her inner thighs. The scent of her aroused pussy was absolutely addictive.

“Yes, daddy,” she sighed, thinking she was about to claim victory. “You know exactly what your Kitty Kat needs.”

“I do,” I said cockily, tracing little kisses around her vulva, then moving up her abdomen.

I gave her belly button a light lick as I stood up again and kissed my way to her nipples. The diamond-studded piercings holding her rock hard pencil erasers in place. I kissed her neck gently as her hands hungrily reached for my jeans, undid my belt buckle, and pulled down my thigh. I stood up just enough to wiggle them down my hips, and my erect cock sprang free.

“That’s what I want, daddy,” she said, grabbing the hot, throbbing erection in her delicate hand.

“I know,” I whispered in her ear as I plunged my cock into her.

“Yes!” she cried out loudly and triumphantly.

I held my cock inside her for a moment. Her pussy pulsed, and I could feel it. I sensed her anticipation, waiting for me to pull back and begin the long strokes that would almost instantly send her crashing into orgasm. But I did the opposite. I gave her that one stroke, and I pulled out. I stood up and quickly put my jeans back on.

“No!” she yelled when she realized what had just happened.

“I want to see you try on this dress,” I said. “And these boots.”

“Daddy,” she said in a whine so pathetic, it made me smile. I knew I was accomplishing exactly what I wanted. “I’m so pissed at you!”

Her cheeks and neck were flushed nearly crimson. Arousal leaked from between her legs.

“Wait until you see yourself in this,” I said. “Jess, Rita, and Katie picked it out just for you. We had to get them to raise the hem of the dress so it would go with the boots.”

“You’re serious,” Kat said, unable to hide the bitter disappointment. “You’re still teasing me?”

“I’m still teasing you,” I said and bent down and kissed her on the top of her head. “There’s no use fighting it.”

“I’d be mad at you, but I know it won’t do any good,” she said. “I’ve resigned myself. You’re just going to let my pussy shrivel up and die.”

We both laughed, and the expression on her face softened. She was happy to play along now. The new outfit didn’t hurt matters. I kissed her again, then said, “You know I’ve always got a purpose in mind, darling.”

“I know, daddy,” she said. “And it always pays off in a big way for me. So I can be patient. For now.”

She flashed a flirty smile and ran her hand over the fabric of the dress.

“This is truly exquisite,” she said. “You really had them change the hem?”

“I did,” I said.

She slipped the glitzy dress over her head, and it hugged her body until it tapered off just below the middle of her thighs. It was like it had been painted on her. It was even more stunning than I had envisioned.

“Oh my gosh,” she said when she realized the open-knit pattern was truly open. “You can see right through this. There’s no way I can wear anything under it, but, daddy, you can definitely ... see things.”

She strode over to the full-length mirror on the door of the closet. Her movement in the dress was breathtaking. The woven fabric afforded glimpses of her naked skin underneath. The shiny touches made it look like Kat was the embodiment of walking light. Just watching her, you couldn’t truly see anything too revealing, but if you knew where to look? It was profoundly seductive.

“This is the best you’ve ever looked,” I said, approaching her from behind as she looked at herself in the mirror.

“I haven’t even done my makeup,” she said, giving up trying to get me to fuck her before dinner.

“I’ll pop some Champagne, and we can finish getting ready, and then we’ll head out for cocktails,” I said, already moving to the fully stocked bar in the suite.

“Will you bring my purse, daddy?” Kat shouted after me.

She was ready to restart the party.

“Of course, babe,” I said.

I quickly opened a bottle of Dom Perignon that had been stocked at my request and filled two glasses. On my way back to the bathroom, I grabbed Kat’s Chanel tote bag that she had brought on the plane. I knew why she wanted it.

“Here you go, darling,” I said, setting down the coupé and tote next to her on the black marble vanity where she was putting the last touches of mascara on.

“Oh, daddy, you are simply the best,” Kat said, putting her makeup down, and taking a quick drink of wine before reaching into the purse. “I want to get lit up like a Christmas tree.”

I watched her pull out a sleek leather zipper case. She put the tote on the floor next to her and unzipped and unfolded the case. She slipped out a carbon fiber card, set it on the counter, and then placed a crystal straw next to it with a clink before retrieving what she really wanted. It was a bulging, tightly wrapped package of cocaine.

“You don’t think we did enough on the flight?” I asked, smiling at her and watching her via the mirror.

Kat laughed and said, “You know better than to ask that silly question, daddy. You’re the one who said we were going to see how little sleep we could get on this trip. Although, I have to admit, I was hoping that would also involve some fucking, but apparently you’re just going to tease me.”

She stuck out her tongue but kept smiling. As she spoke, she had dumped out a pile of coke onto the counter, creating a stark contrast between the black marble and the pure white powder. She didn’t even need to look while she crushed it and chopped it to prepare it for separation into lines.

“Fish scale coke never gets old,” she said, looking at me behind her in the mirror.

“Neither does watching you cut it up,” I said.

“You know this is only going to make me even more horny,” she warned.

“I know,” I smiled. “It’s all part of my plan.”

“You are a cruel master,” she said and rolled her eyes playfully.

Moments later, she was bent over the counter and snorting up two very generous lines. She made sure to push her hair aside so I could watch her in the mirror inhale them.

“The black on white is so sexy,” she said as her index finger glided over the sparse remaining crumbs on the counter. “Sometime we should remodel a bathroom like this. All black and shiny. With free coke in it to make it a black-and-white true powder room.”

She licked her finger and extended the straw to me.

“Maybe that’s what we do with all the bathrooms at Hollywood & Vine,” I suggested.

“Genius, daddy,” Kat said, and I could see the euphoria take hold of her again.

I almost didn’t hear her reply because I bent down to the counter and took the two remaining lines for myself. I was as greedy for the drug as Kat. Having any semblance of self-control around her right now took every ounce of discipline I had. I wanted to bend her over that vanity and fuck the shit out of her. I wanted to fill up her pussy and then take her ass. I felt like I could fuck her nonstop. As the fresh cocaine high took hold, I felt invincible, and I wanted to do nothing more than let my cock own the beautiful girl beside me. The vibes for this trip were just right. We had done well more than an eight ball of coke on the flight, although Zoe had accounted for a good portion of that. Still, we were pushing each other to new heights of desire. Despite Kat’s protests, I knew she was enjoying the game of deprivation that we had embarked on.

While Kat finished her makeup, I returned to the closet and pulled down the new Tom Ford custom suit that had been waiting for me. It was a navy blue sharkskin that I paired with a new pair of Tom Ford custom oxfords, which, I had to admit, were a very nice splurge.

“We look good, daddy,” Kat’s voice came from behind me as I admired myself in the closet’s full-length mirror.

I had to admit, she was right. We made a striking couple. She looked stunning in that dress all made up. My cock stirred, and I had to fight to keep it from overtaking my brain.

“I’m going to count how many heads you turn tonight,” I said, looking her up and down and drinking her in one final time.

“I only care about your head,” she said and gave me a faint peck on the cheek so she didn’t spoil her lipstick.

I let my hand lightly glide over her curves, resting on her ass. I gave it a squeeze and said, “Maybe we should just stay here.”

“No way, mister,” Kat said. “You’ve teased me to the point where I’m a quivering mound of pudding. Let’s go out. Do your worst. But I’m going to rip you apart when we get back.”

I held her by her hips and stared into her eyes expectantly. I was getting more tempted by the second. So I needed to change the subject.

“Did you pack some party favors?” I asked.

Kat’s eyes twinkled, and she grabbed her purse from the back of the chair she had draped it over. It was a white Chanel lambskin clutch, but inside it had a small snap pocket. She reached inside and grinned as she took out what was hidden inside.

“Old school,” she said. “I was feeling like channeling the Studio 54 era of New York.”

She had a small plastic baggie filled with cocaine and a key. But it wasn’t a real key. It had a small scoop at the end of it.

“I like it,” I said, as she stashed the coke inside her knee-high boots. “And just in time for our car to get here.”

It took us thirty minutes to drive the four miles south from the Mandarin Oriental to Death & Co., my favorite cocktail bar in the East Village. Kat and I cuddled up in the back of the Mercedes S-Class that lumbered through the packed streets of Manhattan. Kat had gotten on board with the teasing. She was giving back to me as good as she got. And she knew how to push my buttons as well as anyone.

“You know that the more coke I do, the hornier I get, daddy,” she whispered, one leg draped over my thigh. “How much did you spend on this dress? Twenty thousand? And my pussy juice is just going to be soaking it all night.”

“Worth every penny of it,” I whispered right back, my lips lightly grazing her ear.

Kat slipped her hand into the boot that rested on my leg and fished out the baggie of coke. She opened it, pulled out the spoon, then loaded it with fine powder. She shoved it high inside her right nostril and sniffed hard, then repeated the practice with her left nostril.

“Do you want a bump, daddy?” she asked, eyes sparkling.

“Fuck yeah,” I said, still feeling the confidence of our last lines at the hotel coursing through me.

The cocaine was perfect. It was one of those days where partying made me feel invincible. It hit me just right, in a way that made me feel like I could sustain it all night. It was one of those perfect peaks, and I knew Kat had the same vibe. She slipped the drugs back into her boot, then pressed her body even closer to me. I could almost hear her heart thumping. Her breath was hot on my cheek. She spoke in staccato bursts, driven by her excitement, sexual deprivation, and cocaine high.

“You know just how to tease me, daddy,” she said. “I can’t remember the last time I was this wet. You are just making me want to do the dirtiest things to please you.”

“Just how I want you, Kitty Kat,” I said. “Dripping and begging and depraved. My perfect, cock-hungry slut.”

“God, how do you light me on fire with just your words, daddy?” Kat said, her voice taking on a plaintive tone.

“It won’t all be teasing, my love,” I said and let a hand trace a gentle path up her thighs. I felt the warmth of her soft inner skin and the heat pouring from her soaked cunt. “I promise to pay off every little bit of this.”

As soon as the words passed my lips, I dipped one finger into her pussy, and it slipped in with so little effort, it was stunning. It passed quickly over her clit, and I pulled it out in a come-hither motion that pressed against her upper walls near her g-spot. She let out a gasp, then a whimper when I pulled out and lifted the glistening finger to my lips. I licked in clean as I met Kat’s eyes.

“I know what I want for dessert tonight,” I said.

“You can have it,” Kat said with a whimper. “You can have anything you want, daddy. There is literally nothing I won’t do for you.”

“I have a feeling we can push that boundary as far as you’re willing to go,” I teased.

And, just then, the Mercedes pulled up to Death & Co. Kat and I were seated at one of the small tables in the intimate, bustling bar. It was dark and conducive to my purpose that evening. I wanted to keep teasing her. I wanted to enjoy the drinks. And I wanted her to continue climbing the walls of desire. I liked the bar because the drinks were strong and well made, and it was easy to feel invisible while simultaneously enjoying the vibe of a hot spot. I went heavy with a gin-and-mezcal cocktail, while Kat stayed on the lighter side with a gin, citrus, and cucumber concoction.

We finished our first round quickly, the cocaine having wound us up and causing us to sprint through the world around us. I ordered a second round from our bubbly, tattooed waitress, who had breasts that looked like they would puncture the button-down shirt she wore, and Kat went to the bathroom. When she came back, grinning, I could see she had decided to keep the party going.

“Looks like I need to keep up,” I said.

She passed me the coke under the table, and I took a turn in the restroom myself. When I came back to the table, our reloaded cocktails had arrived, and I was feeling on top of the world.

“Remember when I used to meet you at restaurants on date nights with your ex just to fuck you in the bathroom?” I said.

“I’ll never forget,” she said, beaming. “It was the only thing I liked about those date nights. I think that was the best anal sex I’ve ever had in my life. Remember that?”

“Of course I remember that,” I said with a laugh. The memory was so vivid, it was like it had just happened. “But are you sure you haven’t had better? Not even with Ryan and me?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Kat said. “I love when you two double-team me. But taking Ryan in my ass is more of a pride thing. To show him I can do it.”

“Are you sure?” I said, taking a sip of my drink. The smoky mezcal was satisfying, especially coupled with the botanical qualities of the gin. “You cum pretty hard from it.”

Kat took a long sip of her drink and closed her eyes. She bit her bottom lip before responding.

“Okay, yeah, it’s pretty good, too,” she said with a laugh. She looked like she wanted to say something else, but she stifled it.

“What?” I prompted.

“Ryan and I have been texting,” she said. “He’s done with his shoot in about a week or so.”

“I know,” I said. “And I appreciate that you told me.”

As a group, we had become really good about letting everyone else know about any ex parte communications with sexual partners.

“He may have mentioned going away with him for a weekend,” she said.

I arched my eyebrows. That was a surprise. I felt a surge of jealousy inside me.

“That’s interesting,” I said.

“I told him no,” she said with a casual laugh. “Like, Ryan is fun, but, one, I’m not sure what I would do with him for a whole weekend and, two, I’m not sure my butt could take it!”

I laughed with her, and she looked at me adoringly.

“Ryan is a good guy,” she said. “But, for real, he needs to understand what this is. I’ll hook up with him in a party setting, but that’s all I’m interested in.”

I didn’t have a right to feel the sense of relief that washed over me, but I did.

“I think it’s cute that you still get jealous, daddy,” Kat said. “I think it just made me wetter, and I wasn’t sure that was possible.”

“I love you, Kitty Kat,” I said.

Kat grinned at me. This was one of those days when you were already flying high, and cocaine coupled with a couple strong drinks only helped lighten your mood even more. We made small talk through the rest of our second round.

“Do you want another?” I asked.

“I think I might be falling down if I had a third so quickly,” Kat admitted. “But if you want one, order it. I may need to visit the ladies room again.”

“Sounds like a brilliant idea,” I said.

When Kat returned, she was looking hotter than ever. I wanted her so badly, I couldn’t sit still. It felt uncomfortable. I put all my focus into my third drink when it arrived and asked for the check at the same time. I drank it quickly, trying to keep from focusing too much on the teasing Kat subjected me to. The fresh infusion of cocaine had amped her up even more, and she embraced the fact that I refused to give her any release before we left our hotel suite.

“I have to tell you, daddy,” Kat said, her voice dropping low, barely audible to me even at our intimate table in the growing din of the bar. “It felt like lightning shooting through my pussy, and I literally was dripping. I was so tempted to touch myself, but I was scared I would cum just by grazing my clit. So you know what I did?”

She paused for dramatic effect and licked her lips. It was just long enough to make me desperate to know the answer.

“What, Kitty Kat?” I asked.

“I rubbed a little coke on my clit to numb it,” she said and smiled, her tongue pressing seductively against her teeth as she spoke.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures, darling,” I said, matching her grin.

“I could crawl over this table and just have you right here,” she said, her eyes wild and nostrils flaring.

“Well,” I said, then took the last swig of my drink, “you’re out of luck. It’s time for dinner.”

Returning to the spacious back seat of the Mercedes, we made the short drive to the Minetta Tavern. Now that Kat had lost her lipstick on the lips of her drink glasses, she was eager to kiss me. Even though it was only ten minutes from bar to restaurant, I was breathing heavily from a hot makeout session. Just before the car pulled to the curb, Kat fixed her lipstick, puckered her lips together, and gave me a once over.

“Wanted to make sure you don’t have a wet spot on your pants,” she said. “I’ve got such a messy pussy right now. You’d think I was leaking cum out of my pussy and ass it’s so wet.”