Lyon
Chapter 26

I needed my name on her as soon as possible, to me that was more personal, and made more of a statement than a diamond ring.

Katarina got undressed and straddled the chair, so Stacy could do her thing.

“If you want, we can start on the outline.” She offered when she was finished lining up the art- work on Kat’s back.

“Not today, give us a few weeks. Now where’s the other one?”

Stacy brought out the other drawing I’d asked her to work on for me. It was a picture of Kat that would take up my side in a lounging position. Kat’s mouth hung open in surprise.

“You’re really…you’re going to…”

“What the f**k, Angel?” She broke down in tears, and Stacy excused herself while I tended to my crying baby.

“Hey, what’s all this?”

“You’re going to have my face on your body, it’s just, it’s so…permanent, and it says so much, and I’m just so overwhelmed.”

“Babe, we talked about this shit yeah. You’re my it, my one. What’s the problem?”

She just shook her head as I hugged her. Damn, I wish I could take her home, and love her out of her crying jag. I was going to have to come up with something because this abstinence shit was a pain in the a*s.

“Babe, let me talk to you about something.” I had a brilliant idea, but I didn’t know how it would work. After all, everyone wasn’t into this shit, but if I didn’t get part of me into some part of her soon, then there might be serious repercussions.

She kept looking at me all afternoon after our little talk, and thank God she’d said yes to my proposal. But the only problem now is that I had a boner the rest of the day just thinking about it. I was tempted more than once to say f**k it and head out, but I couldn’t just leave the guys with the heavy load.

Katarina was a born tease, and she kept shaking her little a*s at me every chance she got, which only made my situation worse. She might f**k around and find herself impaled right there in the f*****g office if she wasn’t careful, and I know she doesn’t want that because what I had planned for her might involve a lot of screaming on her part.

“Baby, cut that shit out.” She’s looking at my crotch, and biting her l*p while rubbing her legs together under the desk.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“My a*s, and don’t give me that innocent look, that shit’ll get you f****d into the ground.”

“Eeeeeeek.”

She made that little noise she always makes when I’m getting to her. I checked my watch, two more hours, shit. I’m not sure I’m going to make it.

I made it a point to stay out of the office the rest of the day, and my guys seemed to know something was up, but they had the good sense to keep their damn mouths shut. Though there were a few snickers, and a whole lot of whispering going on. It didn’t take me long to find out what the whispering was about when Jared approached me all tongue in cheek.

“So boss, I was thinking of taking Katarina over to the house to see my dad. He hasn’t seen her in a while. I’ll have her home by say, ten or eleven.”

I looked up at him without saying a word. Somehow these f***s had gauged the situation and decided to have some fun at my expense.

“So you’re the sacrificial lamb, huh.” I wiped grease off my hands.

“Huh?” He looked at me as if all confused and then looked around at his cohorts.

“You let those assholes talk you into pulling the lion’s tail, so which one of them is going to remove my boot from your a*s?”

He jumped back laughing when I got up from my stooping position next to the bike I was working on.

“Take it easy, Lyon, I was just, you know, making a suggestion. I can always take her home another time.” He ran back to the guys who were laughing and having a grand old time. If I wasn’t in such a bad way, then I would think up some way to make them suffer, but as it is, all I could think about was getting my Angel naked.

There was a chorus of laughter when I checked my watch again for the fifth time in as many minutes.

“F**k it, I’m outta here, you fools lock up.”

I paid no attention to their asinine behavior as I made my way to the office.

She was busy typing something into the computer when I walked in.

“Shut it down, let’s go.”

She looked up at me in confusion until she got a good look at my face, and her hands flew over the keys as she logged out and shut down. She barely had time to grab her purse before I was pulling her along behind me.

“Shit, your car, f**k…okay you drive, I’ll be right behind you.”

I might have to rethink this whole thing with her driving to work in a separate vehicle.

We made it home in one piece. I had shit to do to prepare for what laid ahead and got to it.

“Strip, babe, I’m going to get shit ready.” She went into the bedroom to do my bidding while I gathered what I needed in the bathroom. I was finally going to get some use out of the massage table my crazy mother had set up in my bathroom.

“Come on, babe, let’s get this show on the road.” I’d unbuttoned my jeans and removed my shirt after washing my hands. I couldn’t touch my girl with oil stained hands.

I laid her down on the table, but had to steal a k**s before I got started. My c**k jumped in it’s confinement, and a little pre cum beaded and flowed.

I had the shaving cream, the hot water, and the razor next to me on the table. Pulling her a*s closer to the edge, I spread her legs open, so I could see what I was doing.

With soft gentle strokes, I applied the shaving foam to one side of her p***y lips. I pushed my big thumb inside her moist slit to keep her in place as I scraped the hairs away.

“Stop moving around before I cut off your clit. You wouldn’t want that, now would you?”

“No…no…”

She tried to stay still, but the little twinges of my thumb in her opening weren’t helping.

Taking my time I shaved her as bald and smooth as I could before cleaning her up. Her pink, wet p***y winked at me, and I spread her open and licked her from her rosebud to her clit. She almost came off the table.

“Still.”

She quieted down while I made another foray through her labia, pushing my tongue deep, and sucking up her essence. Her p***y was so small and tight it clamped down on my tongue.

I f****d her p***y with my tongue as I raised her a*s higher, inserting my middle finger in her little rosebud, testing her tightness there.

Her juices ran down my chin as I double penetrated her with tongue and fingers, but I had to stop so I could continue with the night’s preparations.

Tonight I was going to f**k her a*s. I wonder how well she would take me with the piercings? Hopefully she wouldn’t tear.