Whisper Destiny

Chapter 50

~ Natasha ~

I still can't believe I had sex in my office with the door unlocked. I watch Catherine in front of me, touching up her makeup to ensure she doesn't look like she just devoured me and sent me into a blissful heaven a few minutes ago.

Since when did I become so obsessed with sex? Until I lost self control. It's not that I didn't enjoy it before; I did, sporadically, but nothing like this. Since my first encounter with Catherine last Friday, I've been consumed by a relentless craving for more. The intensity of our connection, the sheer electricity between us, has sparked a desire in me that I can't seem to quell.

I can't pinpoint what makes sex with Catherine so different, but I yearn for more of it, more of her. The morning after our encounter, the weight of my words from the previous night—insisting it was a one-time thing, a fleeting indiscretion—pressed heavily on me. I felt a wave of depression wash over me, my mood darkened by the prospect of never experiencing that bliss again.

Over the weekend, my thoughts were all about Catherine. Even in a club filled with bunch of attractive people, pulsating with the rhythm of an underground performance, I scanned the crowd, particularly the women, testing if my attraction had shifted. But nothing stirred in me the way Catherine did. Not even the undeniably good-looking ones could ignite that spark.

Seeing Catherine today, in her perfectly tailored suit and glasses, she looked like a model come straight off the runway. Her sharp attire accentuated her graceful form, and her poised demeanor exuded a confident allure. I was completely lost in her presence, each glance at her sending waves of heat through my body. The sight of her immediately ignited a flame within me; I was overwhelmingly turned on. The self-restraint I had built over the past few days crumbled instantly, reduced to ashes by the intensity of my desire.

My frustration only grew as I watched Caroline's not-so-subtle flirting with Catherine during the meeting. Caroline's boldness, her suggestive smiles and lingering glances, made my blood boil. The thought of someone else trying to capture Catherine's attention turned my mood sour.

My swirling thoughts were abruptly disrupted by a subtle knock on the door. Harper entered first, with my father trailing closely behind her. A wave of shock washed over me, draining the color from my face. Catherine noticed my stunned expression and chuckle slightly before stand up to greet him. It was so close!

"Oh, thank goodness," My father exclaimed, his voice a mix of relief and excitement. "I managed to catch both of you here. I just spoke with your mother on the phone, and she suggested we have dinner together tonight."

He turned to me, concern etched on his face. "Nat, are you okay? You look so pale, honey."

"I'm fine..." I managed to croak out, my voice barely a whisper. "I'm fine, Dad."

"So, dinner? Harper mentioned your schedule is clear today." His voice carried a hopeful note, his eyes searching mine for any sign of agreement.

"You should ask Cate; she's the busiest among us," I deflected, throwing the decision to Catherine. My mind was too shocked to think straight.

"Cate?" My dad turned his attention to her.

"Sure... Dad," Catherine replied simply. My heart warmed when she called him dad, even though it still felt a bit awkward. My dad's face lit up with a wide smile, clearly satisfied with the answer.

"Okay, great. I'll send you the location. We'll meet you both there."

When we were left alone, I whispered harshly to Catherine, "You see, it was so close. If my dad had come in when... when..." I suddenly found myself at a loss for words, unable to articulate the intimate exchange we'd just shared.

Catherine, leaned forward and placed both hands on my desk, then she moved closer, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered back, "When what, Tash? When I gave you the best orgasm in the world?" Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a familiar twitch between my thighs.

"Shut up, Cate," I retorted, though my inability to respond only seemed to amuse her. Her laughter, warm and infectious, echoed in my office, and I found myself momentarily lost in the way her eyes sparkled. It was the first time I'd seen her so relaxed and carefree, and it made my heart flutter unexpectedly.

As her laughter faded into soft chuckles, she leaned back and said, "I'm starving. I haven't eaten anything today—well, except you. But I really need some real food. Let's go." The playful tone in her voice was a refreshing contrast to her usual composed self, and I couldn't help but be charmed by it.

*****

In the dimly lit restaurant, the ambient chatter of other diners and the clinking of cutlery barely register in my mind. I can't focus on the conversation between my parents and Catherine at all. My appetite vanished long ago, despite the meal being exquisite. The reason for my distraction is none other than Catherine herself.

It started innocently enough, our feet accidentally brushing under the table. But now, her foot is deliberately torturing me, tracing the space between my thighs with a tantalizing slowness that almost drives me crazy. I stifle the urge to moan, my breath hitching as she continues her silent assault.

There she is, sitting across from me, perfectly composed beside my mother, engaging in an animated discussion with my father about business. She acts as if nothing is happening, as if she isn't tormenting me with every subtle movement. A promise forms in my mind: I will have my revenge when the opportunity arises.

Right now, though, I'm burning up. I've tried to push her foot away, but it only seems to encourage her to tease me further. Now, her foot is dangerously close to my center, her touch sending electric shivers through my body. She can clearly feel how wet I am; her wicked smile is proof enough. I want her to stop, but at the same time, I crave more. Oh, God. I can't believe Catherine can be this playful. I don't know if I can handle this side of her. This is pure, exquisite torture. My panties are undoubtedly soaked through, clinging to me uncomfortably. I might as well throw them away after this.

"Honey, are you okay? You've barely touched your food," my mother asks, concern etched across her face. Before I could answer, I can feel Catherine foot caressing my center through my panty. An involuntary moan escapes my lips, forcing me to take a bite of my meal to cover it up. I shoot a deathly glare at Catherine, but she simply brushes it off with a smug smile.

"I think I have a headache. I didn't sleep much last night, preparing for my meeting with Mr. Arnold today. Is it okay if I excuse myself now, Mom, Dad?" I respond, trying to keep my voice steady.

"You did a great job today. It's okay, just go and get a good night's rest, pumpkin-pie," my dad says, and my mother nods in agreement. I stand up immediately, casting a pointed look in Catherine's direction.

"Let's go. You're my ride tonight!" I command, seeing the confusion flicker across Catherine's face, but she stands up nonetheless.

We both hug my parents before bit our goodbye.

In the car, Catherine keeps apologizing for crossing the line, but I remain silent throughout the journey home.

When we arrived home, Catherine apologized again, her face a canvas of guilt. "Tash, I'm truly sorry..."

I remained silent, my lack of response speaking volumes. Catherine hesitated, then began to move toward the stairs.

"Stop! Where do you think you're going?" I demanded, my voice sharp and unyielding. She turned back, confusion and apprehension mingling in her eyes.

"Don't think you can get away with it. Finish what you started, you asshole." I closed the distance between us with rapid, determined steps, grabbing her by the shoulders and pressing my lips against hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Catherine's eyes widened in surprise, her body initially stiffening before she began to melt into the kiss, surrendering to the intensity of my touch.

"Make me cum, Catherine..." I said breathlessly, surprised in my own desperation.

"Your wish is my command, mon cher," she replied, her eyes locking with mine before she kissed me again.

That night, Catherine didn't fail to keep her words. She made me cum until I lost count. By the time we were done, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to walk tomorrow, but I wasn't complaining. I decided that I liked this side of Catherine more than the perfect facade she showed to the world.