Chapter 60: Baking Soda, I Got Baking Soda

I wake up to the shrill beeping of Caterina’s phone alarm, the sound cutting through my drug-induced stupor like a chainsaw through butter. Sunlight floods the hotel room, indicating it’s already well into the day. I blink, trying to orient myself in time and space as I roll over to see the digital clock on the nightstand.

“Noon already?” I mumble, stretching luxuriously. My body feels surprisingly good, well-rested, and relaxed in a way that only comes from sleeping for a long time.

I turn to look at Caterina, and my breath catches in my throat. She’s sprawled beside me, in a bathrobe, her perfect blonde hair tangled around her face. There are deep shadows under her crimson eyes, which are barely open as she squints at her still-blaring phone. She looks like a sexy zombie.

“Cat?” I whisper, reaching out with my damaged hand to touch her arm.

She grunts, finally managing to silence the alarm with a clumsy swipe. “Morning,” she croaks, her voice rough with exhaustion.

I prop myself up on my elbow, studying her with growing concern. Her usually flawless skin is pale, making the dark circles under her eyes stand out even more starkly.

“Good morning,” I say, trying to inject warmth into my voice despite my concern. “You look... tired.”

Caterina lets out a humorless laugh that turns into a yawn halfway through. “Mmm, that’s certainly a way of putting it.”

I scoot closer, careful not to jostle her too much. “What time did you actually go to bed?” I ask, my voice gentle.

She drapes an arm over her eyes, blocking out the sunlight. “Nine AM,” she mumbles. “Stupid fucking phone calls.

“Nine AM?” I gasp, my jaw dropping open. “Cat, that’s only three hours of sleep!”

I wish I could pull her into a proper hug, but my useless fingers just twitch pathetically as I try to wrap my arms around her. Instead, I scoot closer, pressing my body against hers in a clumsy attempt at comfort.

“Cat, that’s not good,” I say gently, genuine concern washing over me. “You need more rest.”

She sighs deeply, pushing herself up to a sitting position. Her bathrobe slips slightly, revealing the curve of her shoulder. “It’s going to be a cocaine kind of day,” she mutters, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms.

“Ohhhh,” I breathe, the memory suddenly flooding back to me.

Our first night together. The night she gave me a black eye. She later said she was high that night.

“Uhhh,” I stammer, suddenly nervous. Cocaine Caterina is unpredictable Caterina, and unpredictable Caterina is dangerous Caterina.

She turns to look at me, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly. “What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice sharpening despite her exhaustion.

“Nothing,” I say quickly, trying to keep my expression neutral. “Just... you know... worried about you.”

Caterina shifts, her bathrobe falling open as she reaches for something on the nightstand. My eyes immediately lock onto her exposed chest, the perfect curves of her breasts catching the morning light. I can’t look away, even though I know I should be more concerned about her exhaustion.

“Adam,” she says, her voice filled with tiredness, “why don’t you join me for a line or two? Might make the day more... interesting.”

I barely register her words, still mesmerized by the sight of her perfect breasts just inches from my face. “Huh? Yeah, sure, whatever you want,” I mumble absently.

One perfectly shaped eyebrow arches upward as she follows my gaze. She lets out an exaggerated sigh, shaking her head slightly.

“You and your weird obsession with my chest,” she says, amusement coloring her tired voice. “I swear, you’re the only man who gets this excited about tits.”

Before I can defend myself, she reaches out and gently guides my head forward, pressing my face against the warm softness of her chest.

“Go ahead, baby,” she purrs, fingers threading through my hair. “I know what you need.”

I don’t hesitate, my lips finding her nipple as I close my eyes in bliss. She tastes like expensive soap and something uniquely Caterina. I hear her soft hum of approval as she cradles my head against her.

“That’s my good boy,” she whispers, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as she strokes my hair.

I lose myself in the sensation, comfort, and intimacy of being this close to her.

“Look at my baby sucking so hard,” she whispers, her voice husky with amusement.

Her hand slides down to my waist, squeezing my cock. I groan against her skin, feeling myself harden under her touch.

“I’m sorry Mommy was so busy last night,” she purrs, her breath warm against my ear. “Let me make it up to you.”

The mention of Mommy sends a jolt through me, and I feel myself twitch in her grip. She laughs softly, the sound vibrating through her chest.

“Ahh fuck,” she mutters, reaching for the side table with one hand while the other keeps a firm hold on my cock. She grabs a handful of pills. “Baby, before you keep going, take these so you don’t start falling into withdrawal.”

She places the pills on her nipple with a wicked smile. “Lick them off, baby.”

I don’t hesitate, my tongue darting out to retrieve the pills as she guides my head back with gentle force. I swallow them quickly before returning to lavish attention on her breast. Her fingers tighten in my hair as I work my mouth against her skin with renewed enthusiasm.

Caterina’s hand moves faster between my legs, her strokes becoming more insistent as I continue worshipping her breast. I can’t help the pathetic whimpers escaping me while I lick and suck, desperate for more.

“We’re running late,” she murmurs against my hair, her voice breathy with desire despite her exhaustion. “Need to make this quick, baby.”

Taking her cue, I suck harder, drawing her nipple deeper into my mouth as her hand works me with expert precision. She knows exactly how to touch me, how much pressure to apply, how fast to move.

“Fuck,” she gasps, her rhythm faltering for just a moment as pleasure ripples through her. She moans, the sound vibrating through her chest and straight into my core.

Her lips brush my ear, her breath hot against my skin as she whispers, “Cum for Mommy.”

Those three words shatter me completely. My orgasm hits with shocking intensity, my body convulsing as I shoot thick ropes of cum across the hotel sheets. The first streak flies so far it actually clears the edge of the bed, landing on the pristine hotel carpet.

Caterina’s tired eyes widen in genuine surprise, a delighted laugh bubbling up from her chest.

“Wow,” she breathes, staring at the evidence of my pleasure. “That was quite a shot, Adam. I’m impressed.”

I collapse against her, breathless and boneless with satisfaction. My head rests on her shoulder as I struggle to regain my composure, my damaged hands twitching uselessly at my sides.

“Fuck, Cat,” I gasp, nuzzling into her neck.

She laughs again, the sound lighter now, some of her exhaustion momentarily forgotten. Her arms wrap around me, holding me close as my breathing gradually slows.

“Well, that’s one way to start the day,” she says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Now, we really need to get moving. The race starts in three hours.”

“Five more minutes.”

*****

I’m standing in front of the mirror, admiring how sharp I look in the white suit Caterina picked out for me. It matches hers perfectly, the crisp fabric contrasting with the black leather collar snug around my neck. The collar’s small silver tag catches the light when I turn my head, a constant reminder of who I belong to.

‘Wait… Is it weird to wear matching clothes with your partner? I guess it doesn’t matter.’

“Ready, baby?” Caterina calls from the other side of the bedroom door.

“Yeah, coming,” I reply, taking one last look at myself before turning away from the mirror.

I exit the bedroom to find Caterina waiting for me, her crimson eyes lighting up as she takes me in. She looks spectacular in her white suit, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders. Despite her exhaustion earlier, she’s somehow transformed herself back into the picture of perfection.

“You look absolutely edible,” she purrs, reaching out to adjust my collar with possessive precision.

I smile, leaning into her touch. “Thanks to you.”

Caterina takes my arm, guiding me into the living room of our hotel suite, where Maddy and Lara are waiting. They both look tired but freshly showered.

“Lara,” Caterina says, her voice carrying that edge of command that makes everyone snap to attention, “do you have my coke?”

Lara’s brow furrows as she pats her pockets, looking momentarily confused. “No... wait, yes,” she corrects herself, reaching into her jacket to pull out a small baggie of white powder. “Sorry, I forgot I had it.”

Caterina doesn’t seem bothered by the momentary lapse, taking the baggie from Lara with casual indifference. “Thank you.”

She turns to me with a predatory smile, holding up the baggie between two perfectly manicured fingers. “Baby, come here. I’ll show you how to do it.”

My stomach tightens with sudden nervousness. I’ve never done cocaine before. But the thought of disappointing her is far worse than trying something new.

I glance at her chest, remembering this morning’s intimacy and a ridiculous idea pops into my head. “Can I do it off your tit?”

Caterina laughs. “Oh, I’ll let you do that later when we’re alone, baby.” Her crimson eyes flash with promise.

Maddy clears her throat, her professional demeanor never faltering. “Boss, I don’t think Adam should have cocaine.”

Caterina’s head snaps toward Maddy, her playful expression hardening. “He’s my lover, Maddy. If I want him to have some, he can have some.”

“No, boss,” Maddy says firmly, standing her ground. “It will interact badly with his medication. The combination could be dangerous.”

“Oh, fuck,” Caterina mutters, realization dawning on her perfect features. “Another time, Adam. I promise.”

“It’s fine.” I say, not really upset.

She turns to the coffee table, bending down to expertly rack up two lines. With practiced efficiency, she snorts them both in quick succession.

When she straightens up, her crimson eyes are already sharper, more alert. The exhaustion that plagued her just moments ago seems to have evaporated. She wraps her arm possessively around my waist, pulling me tight against her side.

“Alright, come on,” she says, suddenly buzzing with energy. “We’ve got a race to watch.”

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