All Chapters of Trapped Between Two Alphas: Chapter 701 - Chapter 710

The two nights between Wednesday and Friday passed in a blur. Work had been busy, but it was always busy. I had been working on a couple deals in Europe, which made Kat's 3:30 a.m. schedule easier to accommodate, since there were a lot of early morning calls. I thought a lot about what seemed like it should be a great stroke of luck. Here was the cute local traffic girl, with her pristine image, implying there was a deep, very dark side to her. And she lived a short walk away. The boyfriend aspect didn't bother me. Maybe I was blinded by desire, thinking with my little head. It never worked out that a vague social media infatuation turned into something tangible. The situation with Kat felt different, though.I contemplated this as I crossed Allen Parkway to Buffalo Bayou Park, wearing jogging clothes. I walked over the pedestrian bridge above Memorial Drive and through the broken gate I had used two nights earlier. This was an unusual tryst--if that's what it would become--to say the

I sunk into my couch at home with a double espresso and turned on KBRK. In a few minutes, on came my Kat Freely, as I had begun to think of her, and marveled that only an hour earlier I had seen her expertly snort two lines of blow. Then she sank to her knees and sucked a second load of cum out of me before sending me packing. Her pink dress was flattering. There was not a hint of nasal congestion in her voice. Just the sparkling gleam in her eye and TV-wide grin. She was a fucking pro.I replayed the morning in my mind. I was particularly keen on the submissive side she showed me. I wanted to own her. I wanted to push her to her limits and beyond. I did love a party girl. Fucking on coke was fun, though an indulgence I permitted myself only a handful of times a year, and this side of Kat reminded me of my last true party girl. Jess. She had been my unicorn for four years until rehab became a necessity, and she got her life together. I wanted to know more about Kat's habit. How long s

"I haven't had a dick this big in so fucking long," she panted. "I've just been so pent up. Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. No one's made me cum like this since Jeremy. What are you doing to me? God I'm going to need you in my ass."I just enjoyed the view and the ride. She erupted, her body going taut and shuddering over and over. But she didn't stop riding. Not until she came three more times. We were drenched in sweat. She breathed heavily but retained the manic look in her eyes and an unnatural energy."I want to taste myself," she said as she licked and sucked my cock and balls. "That was so fucking hot. I thought only toys could make me cum like that."She took a firm grip of my cock and came up to kiss me. "Now we need to give you a turn, mister," she said. "The only question is, where do you want to put it?" She moved close to my face. She nibbled my ear. "You want my ass, don't you?"I whispered back to her, "Now it's my turn for a secret. I'm an exp

The five weeks leading up to my Vegas getaway with Kat seemed interminable, despite our best efforts to ramp up our fun at home in Houston. We both felt silly that it had taken so long to come up with the idea, but she started coming to my apartment for lunch once a week, after she was done with work for the day. I'd cook something for her, and we'd have a quickie. If I was running behind, she would pick up something or cook and let herself in with the key I'd given her.Once, two weeks before our trip, I was having a particularly stressful day at work. I needed my lunch time escape with Kat, but I didn't have much time. Having a five-minute commute to the office had its benefits, and on that day I wanted to take advantage of it. She texted me to ask if we were still on for lunch. I said the day was not going as planned but that I needed to see her.Kat must have been nervous at my response because she did something that was very rare. She called."Hey," I said, answering on the app.

In the room, I produced a swollen baggie of cocaine and handed it to Kat. "I'll let you do the honors," I said."Holy shit, babe," she said. "How much is this?""Um, it should be 10 grams," I said. "Two of us, 48 hours... figured that would be enough."Kat already was crushing and chopping four generous lines. She took a tiny bit on her finger nail and took a test sniff. "Oh fuck," she said. "It's good." She offered me a nailful. I obliged. It was good quality."I've known this guy for several years," I said. "Discreet and high purity. Expensive, but that's what you've got to do in Vegas if you don't want baking soda.""Do you have a bill, babe?" Kat asked. "I didn't bring my kit to the airport."I smiled. "And now for the first of my weekend surprises for you, darling," I said.I gave her a small box I had been holding. She unwrapped it. Inside were a snuff bullet, waterproof vial with a small spoon attached to the cap, and a glass straw."Your very own Vegas weekend coke kit," I sai