Chapter 3: Kimberly Stays for Breakfast

Alex awakened to the feel of Kimberly’s bare leg laid on his thighs. She snored lightly, her sweet nasal breath exhaling into his ear. Crossing his eyes to the side, he was able to see her. The lids of her eyes vibrated as she dreamed. A thin single sheet covered to her chin, outlining the curves of her hip and chest.

It felt early yet, and Alex guessed his morning wood was responsible for his wake-up call. In fact, he wouldn’t have been surprised if his member had been up all night the way it ached. He couldn’t believe Kimberly had gotten too tired the night before. His hopes had gone beyond high after everything they did on the couch. He had assumed that was a prelude for more later on, but Kimberly had slipped under the sheet, slid against him, and gone right to sleep. He had gotten to watch her remove her clothes in the dimly lit room, and now he was lying next to her. Despite his frustration, he counted himself fortunate. Kimberly was easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever been with—more beautiful than anyone he’d ever seen. He guessed that was why he’d let her do that to him just for putting his shoes on the coffee table. Watching her, angelic in her sleep, Alex could hardly believe how hard she’d spanked.

She took a deep breath and squeezed closer to him. Alex thought she would remain asleep, but then her eyes opened and she smiled. “Hi,” she said, rubbing her hand over his chest.

“Hi.”

“You’re not feeling embarrassed, are you? About last night?”

“No.”

She moved away from him, rolled onto her back, and tugged the sheet till her feet emerged at the edge of the bed. “Prove it. Kiss me good morning on my feet.”

Alex looked over at her, but she didn’t look back. She stared down at her feet and wiggled them. He started to crawl down the bed.

“No, no. From the floor.” She pointed past the bed.

Alex got up, went around the bed, and knelt. He placed kisses on both her feet. “Good morning, Kimberly.”

She yawned. “Good morning.” She sat up, tucking her feet back out of sight. The sheets slid from her shoulders, exposing the sides and the tops of her breasts. “Now you’ve kissed plenty of me. I want to kiss you, so go brush your teeth.”

Alex popped up and went to the bathroom. He quickly brushed, flossed, and gargled with mouthwash. He dispersed light tufts of body spray over himself then returned to the bedroom. Kimberly stopped him at the foot of the bed and told him to remove his underwear. Alex did but didn’t advance to the bed.

Her eyes dropped, and she smiled. Alex looked down as well. His erection was twitching, seeming as rhythmic and desperate as a dog’s hot-breathed pant.

“What is Cute Thing so excited about?” Kimberly pointed.

“It likes you. Almost as much as I do.”

Kimberly bent forward, pressing the balled-up sheets to her chest. Her crevasse of cleavage deepened. “Did it like sleeping with me naked beside it last night?”

“I don’t think it slept.”

She giggled. “Aww, poor Cute Thing.” She beckoned Alex over, and he knelt on the bed. He stretched toward her on all fours. His face reached within an inch of hers, then she leaned in and pressed her open mouth against his. Their first kiss. Her warm slippery tongue moved slow and soft. His mouth tingled where it patiently waited for her touch. The kiss felt like such a gift. Alex moaned gratefully.

She pulled away in a light giggle. She drew back, sitting, her legs hidden under bunches of white, like a bed-mermaid, the roundness of her unbridled breasts pressing out around her fist of sheets. “I love that submissive moan you have.”

Alex blushed. He stared down and was acutely reminded of his nakedness. More than his skin felt exposed.

“Come up.” Kimberly lay back under the sheets and patted the bed next to her. When Alex tried to crawl in beside her, she told him no, no. “You’re not cold, are you?”

Alex admitted he wasn’t and lay next to her on his back. Kimberly’s arm emerged from under the sheet, and her hand played over his body. She lightly tickled with her nails and pressed with the pads of her fingers. A glossy smear dripped into his pubic hair from the one place Kimberly never touched. “You handled yourself well last night, Alex. I was proud of you.”

Alex’s body warmed with…was it humiliation, remembering how he’d gone over her lap? Or was it pride at her praising him? “You’re proud of me for that?”

“Absolutely. It takes a kind of courage for a man to capitulate to the rule of a woman. The kind of courage I respect.”

“I enjoyed last night.” Alex clasped her roving hand with his and held it still. “I was thinking today we could find something that would make us both happy.”

Her hand escaped from under his. “Last night didn’t make both of us happy?”

“It did. Last night was wonderful.”

“Were you expecting sex, Alex, on our third date? What kind of girl do you think I am?”

“Sorry. I just thought since…”

“Careful. Be very careful. If you say anything that sounds like you feeling like you’re owed something for having the honor of last night’s intimacy, I’ll get very upset.”

“I didn’t mean that.” Alex looked down at his aching member. It had collapsed somewhat since Kimberly had gotten angered. “I’m just very aroused being near you. It’s kind of a struggle.”

Kimberly sat up and stared down at him. Her irritation had left. She seemed excited. “You can take care of it yourself if you’d like, but only if you want me to leave.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” The sheet dropped, and Alex stared, mesmerized, as her nude form emerged. She stepped toward him on her knees and straddled his shoulders. Her thigh brushed his cheek as she moved over his face.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m queening you.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m showing you.” She tugged his hair off his forehead. Her knees slid apart. The dense scent of her arousal filled his breath. Alex’s tongue flicked out to wet his lips for her, and then she settled over him. She smiled, and as her pussy touched his lips, Alex gave a grateful moan before he began to kiss.

After a few soft kisses and tender licks, Kimberly’s hands moved up to her chest. She pinched and pulled at her large, full nipples and squeezed her breasts. Alex watched her, wide-eyed, as he worked hard to keep up with her grinding, matching her pace with his tongue. She sighed, and Alex moaned.

She looked down at him again, almost as if she’d forgotten about him. She smiled again, that confident, nearly arrogant—but not quite, he found her too beautiful for that—smile. She pressed her palm against his forehead and, gripping his hair, pulled his face tighter against her. She bucked harder. Her coarse hair scratched his closed eyes. Then he listened to her, the panting build of her arousal, and gave her what she needed.

He could feel from his treasured closeness, the pulse of her orgasm. She panted hoarsely through it then began to sigh from her fill of pleasure. She released his hair, and Alex fell back onto the pillow. He could see again. Tiny bubbles of perspiration illuminated the skin of her breasts. She ran her hand through her faintly damp hair and smiled down at him again, but she didn’t lift up. “Now, I’ve queened you, do you know what that means? Moan yes or no for me.”

Alex moaned no, shaking his head.

“It means I’m your mistress.”

Alex moaned yes, nodding.

She lifted her leg and rolled off him. Sliding down the bed, she laid her head against his shoulder. “You can address me as such.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Now go make me breakfast. Orgasms make me hungry.” She gave him a playful shove, and Alex rolled over and off the bed. Kimberly pulled the bed sheet back over her.

“Can I get dressed?”

“No, you may not, but I love that you asked.”

Alex left her there, naked in his bed, and went to the kitchen.

Trying to ignore the ignominious feeling of being without clothes in such a functional room, Alex got out a skillet, set it on the burner, and turned it on. He dropped in some butter then opened the fridge. Luckily, he’d recently stocked up, and he was able to start a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausage, and bagels with cream cheese. The eggs were beginning to clump when Kimberly stepped from around the corner, dressed in her clothes from the night before. “Look at you,” she said, running her hand down the length of her skirt, “cooking naked for me. That’s so sexy.”

Alex tried to keep his side facing her as he stirred the eggs, but she walked around behind him, giggling and brushing his butt with her hand. She sat at the table, turning her chair and watching as he cooked. “I made sausage, and I have bagels,” Alex said.

“Bring me a glass of juice.”

Her kind command rekindled Alex’s arousal; and, after pouring a glass, he carried it to her held above his raised passion.

“I see you’re enjoying serving me.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Alex handed her the glass of orange juice. He prepared her plate first, setting it in front of her, then prepared one for himself, and sat next to her with it. Kimberly ate ravenously; it appeared orgasms really did make her hungry. Being naked felt so strange, Alex could hardly eat. “Can I get dressed, please?”

“No.”

“I feel silly.”

“You should feel proud that I like looking at your body.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Alex, reluctantly, took a couple of tiny bites.

Kimberly giggled through a mouthful of eggs and sausage. “I don’t know why you’re embarrassed. You have a nice body.” Alex took a couple more bites. Kimberly had nearly finished already. “Is it because I can see you’re turned on serving me? Is that why you’re embarrassed?”

“I don’t know. Partly.”

“Because I haven’t let you use it?”

Alex nodded.

“Well, I’m leaving soon, so you’ll be allowed to use it yourself.”

Alex nodded again. He was certainly looking forward to satisfying his passions after having them pent up for such an intense period, but he wasn’t looking forward to Kimberly leaving. “When can I see you again?”

“I don’t know. Give me a call.” She stood up.

Alex dropped his fork onto his plate still full of breakfast. He pattered after her but stopped short of the hall where he would be seen through the door. Kimberly looked back at him, her eyes dropped to between his legs, and she smiled. She seemed to love looking at him there, but Alex knew, by then, it was the idea of him being frustrated that she enjoyed.

“Well, have fun. Are you going to think of me while you do it?”

“Of course,” Alex said. “Would you mind?”

“I want you to. I don’t want you looking at any pictures or videos or anything else.”

“I won’t.” An easy promise to make. He knew the memory of the morning and the evening before would flood his senses as soon as he began.

“Here,” Kimberly said, “I’ll get you started.” She teased, lifting her skirt and spinning side to side. Despite her playful demeanor, Alex was lulled into near hypnosis at the tiny twin mounds that pressed out against the slender blue triangle of her underwear. He could hardly believe that, not an hour ago, his mouth had been as lucky as her panties were now. “Would you like to kiss me once more before I go?” With her skirt held up, she tapped between her legs with her finger. She must have seen how enraptured Alex was by her movements.

“Yes, please.”

“Kneel.”

Alex dropped to one knee, then the other.

Kimberly let her skirt fall. She crossed her arms and frowned down at him. “I should tell you, I don’t like the way you kneel. Both your knees should touch at the same time.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Alex bowed his head. With her skirt fallen back down, he felt silly again not wearing any clothes.

“Back up and try again.”

Alex pushed himself back up, stretching to his full height. Then he dropped to his knees as Kimberly had instructed. He had to use his arms to keep his balance, and even still, he crashed to the floor awkwardly. Kimberly didn’t look pleased. She stared down at him for a long time, her foot tapping the floor by his knee. “Hmm, I’m trying to decide if I should spank you for not kneeling properly.”

Alex bowed his head. Naked and on his knees, he didn’t feel he could protest. He could only wait for her decision.

“No, I should get going. Tell you what, you practice, and next time you see me, you can try again. If you do better, I won’t have to spank you.”

“Yes, Mistress, thank you.”

“Now, hands behind your back, and give me my kiss.” She lifted her skirt again. That precious crease in those mounds of blue reappeared. Alex walked forward on his knees with his hands clasped behind. His lips closed and pressed against her. He breathed in her scent until she pulled his head back, then he left with a soft kiss.

She patted his head and left. Soon as the door shut behind her, Alex rose and watched her, through the peephole, walk down the hall. When she left his sight, he went to his bed, laying where she had slept, and where her scent remained. The touch of his own hand surpassed any sex he’d ever had. Only in the vivid erotic dreams of his youth had it been better, and as he came he spoke her name, calling her mistress.