The Johnson Saga: The Unwilling Mistress

Chapter 3

Catt walks straight to the bar, "Jack Daniels and keep it coming." 

The bartender lines up the shots and she wastes' no time. 

Shai approaches and pulls her into a hug. Ryder was a notorious cheat, and he thought nothing of beating her into submission. But let Catt step out and do anything he disagreed with, the mobster always surfaced. In the world where money rules and the mob run the police, very few options were left. "What is our motto?" Shai asks. 

Jase joins them at the bar, baring signs of the fight. His voice cuts through the music. "You ok?" He winces as the whiskey hits his split lip. 

Touching his face, Catt says, "I'm sorry." 

Jase shrugs it off, "For you defying Ryder, I would take a million punches." 

"That is for certain what I'm going to get." As soon as the thought enters her mind, rebellion answers. "Well if he is going to beat the crap out of me, it will be for something that is wrong, not for just going to a dance." Mind made up Catt gives them a sly smile. 

Both Shai and Jase know the look. They were her conspirators, anything to stick it to Ryder. Catt had been unable to hide the truth of Ryder's rage and her two roommates had seen the signs, especially the visible marks. It became easier to confess and have their support. 

"I'm sure Levi is in his office," Shai winks. "Why don't you go say thank you?" 

Catt walks across the dance floor and heads up the stairs, leading to the disco room. Instead of right, she turns left to the offices, situated in the alcove. Walking down the passage, she passes four closed doors and knocks on the last one. Not waiting for a reply, she enters quietly and shuts the door behind her. 

Levi's head rises quickly at the sudden intrusion. The anger does not leave his face, but his heart beats a little faster. The sight of Catt, draped against the door never fails to stir him into a painful state of arousal. But he is mad at her. Any fight in his club is bad for business. But a fight involving known mobsters frightens patrons away. 

Why the hell does she allow Ryder to treat her like shit? He learnt not to comment or argue this point, Catt raised her walls and blocked him out. The problem was, Levi loved her. Loved her since he was fifteen. Had he been braver, she would have been his. But his poverty and their friendship had prevented words of declaration. When the words were ready to come out, Catt was deep in the web called Ryder. Now he only had stolen moments of passion, he would not trade for anything. Levi knew what Ryder did to her, but she would not let him, or anyone avenge her. And unless he wanted these few precious moments to end, Levi learned to hold his tongue. 

The vein in Levi's temple beats its own drum. Seated behind his desk, his blue dress shirt and silk slacks unable to shroud the ruggedness deep in him. The top three buttons are undone, and Catt catches a glimpse of his perfect chest. Large bulging muscles, broad shoulders. Levi was not handsome, he had the dark, mysterious look, with the grey eyes to match. When you know a man is bad news, but like a moth, unable to fly away from the flame. 

She knows Levi is mad. Mad at the fight in his club, mad that she won't leave Ryder. He did not understand and Catt was too afraid to make him understand. But she needed him. Needed Levi's touch to help her cope with everything else. This was her go-to place. Her haven, no pain, no rules, just passion. Pushing off the door, she slowly walks towards the desk, never taking her eyes off him. 

Catt clutches the front zipper of her black catsuit. Little by little, lowering it while maintaining eye contact. 

Levi has a foretaste of the creamy tops of her sexy breasts enclosed in a lacy black bra. As the zipper descends, Levi's blood goes with it, pooling in his shaft. His eyes narrow, a hasty breath leaves his lips. It takes every ounce of self-control he possesses, not to grab Catt, throw her on his desk and fuck her raw. Staring at her as she drops her pants, and reaches for her fuck me, red heels, Levi's voice finally croaks out. "Leave them on," he points to the shoes. Levi might be pissed off at Catt, but that did not stop his dick from standing to attention. 

Catt reaches his chair, and instead of straddling him as he had imagined, she drops to her knees. The vision she presents robs him of any sanity. Catt moves her hands up his calves, past his tense thighs. His turgid cock twitches. By the time she removes his belt, unzips his pants and removes his member from his boxers, he is trembling in anticipation. His crown, weeping with pearls of pre-cum. 

Catt draws her nails gently from his base stopping short off his head. Levi, growls low in his chest, wanting to grab her hair, and thrust wildly into her wet heat. Arms tightening on the chair rest, he lifts his hips slightly. Bending her head down, soft flaming red hair spills over his thighs, Catt pouts her lips as she kisses his head. Before he draws a breath, she swirls her tongue around his crown, dipping into his hole. Immediately his hands dive into her glorious silken curls, as she opens her mouth and takes him deep into her hot, wet heaven. Levi's eight and a half girth is long and thick as veins swell in pleasure. Catt pulls him deeper until he feels the back of her throat. Her hands caressing his ball sack, heavy and full. When she begins moving up and down his length, increasing her speed, Levi sees stars. He is ready to burst and spill down her throat. 

"Baby Girl, please," he barely manages. The look on Catt's face renders him beyond control. Tugging her by her arms, he drapes her body over his, attacking her mouth. Tasting himself drives him wild and Levi plunges his tongue deep inside. Moaning sounds of pleasure escape Catt's lips, as his hands palm her breasts, flicking his thumbs over and over her taut nipples. Yanking the cups down, he draws the stiff bud into his mouth, sucking hard. 

Arching her back, Catt grinds into him. Levi moves his hand down, seeking the sweet arousal he can feel on his steel rod. Twisting her panties in his hand, he rips it from her body, as he plunges his fingers into her scalding heat. Catt has already slipped on a condom and positioned him at her entrance. 

Gripping her hips to still her movements, he says, "Wait Baby Girl. Let me taste you first." 

Catt is not listening as she lowers herself on his waiting cock. Tight heat encircles him, as she settles fully. Hands around his neck pull him closer. Not giving him any time to adjust, Catt raises herself and drops down again. Levi's hands move from her hips to her ass. Squeezing as he thrusts to the rhythm she has created. 

Mutual sounds of pleasure fill the room along with the heady scent of arousal. The stretch to her inner walls is delicious. With every rise, Catt, feels the bump against the spongy bundle of nerves, pushing her closer to bliss. Catt is riding him so hard Levi is not sure how long he can hold back. But he knows she is not far. Pulling her nipple deep into his mouth, he sucks hard and thrust deeper at the same time. She explodes, strong spasms emanating from her core, milking him as he spills deep inside her. 

It is a few minutes before their breathing returns to normal. Still in his arms, her head on his chest and him, still inside her. Slowly Catt lifts her head and gives a satisfied smile. Cupping his face she gently kisses his lips and lifts herself off him.