by Gail DeYoung
“Wake up!” She recognized the Trainer’s whispered voice.
Groggily, she sat up in bed and hung her feet over the edge. A loud yawn escaped her lips.
“Here, drink this.” She accepted a glass of ice water and drank. That helped.
“Permission to speak, Sir?”
“Granted.”
“Is there a problem, Sir?”
“No. I’m just kidnapping you. Are you awake enough to walk now?” His voice remained low.
“I…I guess so, Sir.” She stood on wobbly legs next to him and shook off the lethargy. “What time is it, Sir?” His robe brushed silky smooth against her bare skin.
“Almost midnight. I waited until after curfew and gave everyone time to fall asleep. Mrs. Swenson usually makes noise in her room for about a half hour then all is quiet. So we’re safe now. Come.” His hand wrapped around hers as he led her out of the room.
Kat’s heart skipped a beat as she realized that he was leading her to his room. “With all due respect, Sir, I shouldn’t. Corinne thinks there’s something going on and if she catches me disobeying her order, I don’t know what she’ll do.”
“I’ll deal with Corinne. I want you now. No questions asked.”
He tugged on her hand and led her down the hall, tiptoeing. The beam from the flashlight bounced irregular circles against the wall. The third stair creaked when he initially stepped on it, so he indicated that she should step over it. When they arrived at his room, Kat looked anxiously down the hallway and ran quickly inside the moment he opened the door.
“You didn’t go for your swim tonight. Are you all right?” He pulled her into his arms and held her tight against him while running his hand through her hair. The lingering scent of his cologne clung to his freshly bathed skin. His hair was still slightly wet and hung damply against the back of his neck.
“Sir, I had a run-in with Corinne after you left this afternoon and didn’t want to be around after that. She upsets me, Sir.”
“Yeah, I know that feeling. I worked out for two hours after our little encounter this afternoon to relieve the frustration. But I know an even better way for us to work out our frustration.”
His lips slammed down upon hers as he pulled her against his chest. She opened wide so he could explore the inside her mouth with his tongue, sliding along her teeth, dancing with her tongue. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, feeling the smooth silk beneath them. The robe was loosely tied around his waist, exposing his naked chest and legs to her. She brushed it off his shoulders and the soft material fluttered to the floor into a puddle of chocolate silk. Her fingertips floated across the hard planes of his chest, exploring the oh-so-soft skin stretched across rock-hard muscle.
He reached down and lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed. The comforter had already been pulled down, exposing creamy satin sheets. He laid her gently upon the comforter and stood over her. Already his cock was hard with desire for her.
“I want to take you doggie-style tonight. Turn over.”
She flipped over and he climbed on the bed, straddling her. The mattress dipped under his weight. He took a moment to put on a condom. She felt him shift against her back as he reached above them to tug on a tassel hanging on the right post. A soft whooshing sound accompanied an unraveling of shimmering beige material that floated softly into place, enclosing the bed. The drapery was light and airy, yet gave one a sense of being totally shut out from the rest of the world. The moment the material fell into place, strips of dim lights inside the wooden posts turned on, bathing their hideaway in soft light.
“Oh my goodness!”
“You like?”
“Yes Sir, it’s very romantic.”
“I thought so. Look up.”
She twisted her head to watch the elaborate puckering of material at the top of the bed open to expose a mirrored ceiling. It was a completely different viewpoint to watch their lovemaking.
“Wow!” She giggled.
“Now we can see ourselves from every angle. I hope you’re an exhibitionist, because I want you to show off tonight.”
“As you wish, Sir!”
He wrapped his arms around her, clasping one breast with his left hand and reaching between her legs with the other hand. While he pinched and pulled on the nipple, making it stiff and elongated, his other hand played with her clit until she became wet and moaned against him.
“Ah, you are such a fine, sweet sub. See how easily you are ready for me with just the slightest touch?” His index and middle fingers slipped into her passage, stretching it wide, massaging the slick lining of her insides. She felt him hunch over her so that his cock brushed against the entrance to her heat. Instead of sliding inside her, he rubbed his shaft up and down against her wet pussy. She felt the tip of her clit being teased with every forward stroke. It became engorged and thick. His thumb and forefinger pinched it and she gushed all over him.
“Oh Sir!”
“Yes, you like that, don’t you? I could make you come just like this, without ever fucking you. But I want to draw out the pleasure. I know you need it as much as I do to relieve the tension from today. Arch your back so your butt sticks up high toward me. That’s a good girl.”
Kat gave him her sexiest pose, knowing he could see how her back dipped and the perfect round mounds of her cheeks rose up and opened for him. He grasped both sides of her hips while his cock rested against her entrance. He slid only the head in and out, driving her wild with desire. She rocked against him, trying to coax him to thrust into her, but he restrained from doing so. Her core muscles vibrated in anticipation.
She turned her head to see him observing her rear end with great interest, holding his cock so it would not go any further in than he wanted it to. He even rubbed and patted it against the crack in her ass. She felt it grow harder with every stroke.
“So hot, so ready to be taken. Perfect!”
Finally, after what seemed excruciating moments of sweet torture, he claimed her. She cried out in ecstasy, shivering as he sheathed himself inside her. He took his time diving in deep then slowly pulling out, popping the head as it got to the end. Cool air flowed inside her momentarily before he dipped back inside. She was being taken to the edge of an orgasm and then held back from release, time after time. It was nerve-racking, but at the same time marvelously erotic.
She didn’t know whether to beg him to let her come or to just enjoy the sensation forever. His mastery of her orgasm amazed her. He knew exactly when she was on the brink and how to bring her back from the edge. She was also amazed at how long he was able to control his own orgasm. His cock remained hard for a long time with no indication that it would explode any time soon. She wondered if he controlled it for his pleasure or hers.
Minutes stretched on as he continued his onslaught. She heard the slap, slap, slapping of his body against her buttocks and felt her juices dripping out of her. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her sides. She wanted release badly but realized his intention was to draw out the ecstasy. A soft whimper escaped her lips.
“Is there a problem, girl?”
“Sir, you’re lasting so long tonight.”
“This is my usual pattern. I can retain an erection for a good three hours. Tonight you will see a demonstration of that mastery.”
“But Sir, I don’t know if I can wait three hours for release. You are torturing me already with the prolonged way you are taking me.”
“As is my right and my choice. Remember you are the submissive and I am the Dominant here. You will learn to acquiesce to my desires, not your own.”
Kat nodded despondently. She loved every stroke of his cock, but it only added to her concern that an orgasm was imminent. Her inner muscles quivered uncontrollably. It was nice to know that he had learned how to keep his orgasm in abeyance, but she had not learned the technique. As each moment passed, it became harder to prevent giving into the desire.
“Sir, I do not think I can hold off much longer. May I pleas
e come, Sir?”
“You have much to learn, I see. All right, you may come, but you will pay dearly for this insolence.”
He continued his thrusts with a regular rhythm instead of pulling out every so often. It did not take long for the momentum to cause ecstasy to build until she felt her inner muscles tugging against his cock. The intensity of her orgasm almost made her pass out. Her animalistic groans were so loud that she buried her head in a pillow to stifle them. She collapsed onto her arms once the moment had passed. He was still inside her pumping away.
“Will you not stop, Sir? I have already come.”
He smacked her butt and the sting persisted for a few minutes.
“No, you do not give the orders here. I do. This is your discipline for taking an early release. Now you will endure my thrusts until I give in to my orgasm, which could take some time. I’m sure you will come again because I will insist upon it.”
He flipped them both onto their sides and flung her top leg over his. His hands wrapped around her breasts and he pinched the nipples unmercifully while he continued thrusting into her. Once again, her juices flowed in response to his teasing her sensitive nipples. The soft glide of his cock at this angle was quite different from the rear-end stroke. In this position, he was able to massage her clit while pumping inside her.
Kaitlin sighed. She had insisted that she could not wait for him, so she accepted her fate. Not that it was one she could not endure. He certainly had a way with her body, making it sing for him in every possible position he could devise. She knew no more delightful torture. The feel of his strong body pressing against her back made her feel comfortable and protected. His delight in making her come first and then taking his own release gave her a sense of satisfaction that she had never attained with another man.
Sir Damien’s movements slowed as he once again flipped her into a new position. They were only momentarily parted as he rearranged himself. He now hovered over her, resting his hands next to her head so he could look down between them and watch what he was doing. She marveled at the Trainer’s strength and resilience as every muscle in his body tensed and moved with fluid motion when he dipped into her and pulled out. He was incredible to watch and she loved the piercing look he gave her as he intently continued his assault on her body. She lifted her hips to meet his every thrust.
“I want to watch you suck your nipples,” he said.
Kat had never tried it, but there was a first time for everything. Lifting the heavy weight of her breast, she bent her head forward and flicked the tip of it with her tongue. He moaned as he watched her. Leaning her head forward even more, she grasped her nipple into her mouth and sucked. Her inner muscles flexed against him and he smiled down at her.
“That’s it. Good girl. Now suck the other one.”
She picked up both breasts, sucking on one then the other as directed. His groaning became louder and she realized that he had become further aroused observing her. His thrusts had also become harder and shorter and his breathing became labored. Droplets of sweat fell on her chest from his forehead. He was using immense control to drag out the amount of time he spent within her.
Suddenly, his movements became quicker and he changed positions once again. He grabbed her legs and held them straight in the air, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ankles. Her muscles contracted around him, massaging his every move. She could feel the excitement building inside her.
“Come, now!” he ordered as he thrust deep with hard, jerking movements. His eyes darkened with passion that bore into hers with an intensity that matched every stroke of his cock.
She needed no prodding to comply with his request. Together, they exploded against one another. He came and came, each time shoving deep inside her. She felt as though reality was slipping away while she watched his beautiful body taking her higher and higher. When his movements finally slowed, she felt little tremors as his cock shrank and he slid out. Collapsing on the bed beside her, he pulled her down against his chest and wrapped his arms and legs around her in a captive, yet protective grip. He leaned over and kissed her neck.
“That felt so good. I needed that. How about you?”
“Yes, I agree, Sir.”
His sticky cock rested against her buttocks. It began to itch. She raised her hand tentatively.
“Yes?”
“Sir, may I go to the restroom for a moment?”
He released his grip on her. “Of course.”
She came back with a hot, moist washcloth and rinsed off his cock then dried it with a fluffy hand towel. Then she wiped herself off and lay back down against him.
“That’s a good little subbie. You’ve learned your lesson well.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I’m just going to rest my eyes for a few moments, then we’ll resume,” he said, drowsiness lacing his words. He pulled her close against him, tucking her head into the crook of his arm. She could feel the steady beat of his heart against her back. What more could a girl want?
She closed her eyes just for a moment and fell into a deep sleep.
The alarm went off at six a.m. and she jumped up, startled. She reached over through the curtain to shut it off. When she turned back to look at Sir Damien, he had just awakened. Streams of sunlight bathed the room in a pink glow. Morning had arrived.
“Oh goodness, Sir!” she cried, trying to fight her way out of the curtains on the bed. “I need to get back to my room before Corinne arrives!”
“Easy, girl. Remember, we rearranged the schedule. No one will be up this early because Doc isn’t arriving until nine. You’ll be fine. I certainly didn’t plan on passing out on you last night. I had so many other things in mind. Before you go, however, I wanted to discuss what will be happening today with the doctor.”
“Sir, Corinne already told me about that. I have no problem, although this will be my first time with a woman, Sir.”
“Very well. There is one other thing I’d like to have her do to you. You marked ‘play piercing’ on your D/s list, but since it’s the same procedure as piercing, why don’t you consider allowing us to put jewelry on you, similar to Gabrielle’s? It would please me very much.”
Kaitlin remembered her first impression of Gabrielle and how the pierced nipples and clit turned her on. If it was going to be the same and it would make Sir happy, why not?
“That’s fine, Sir.”
“Good. Then I’ll see you downstairs at eleven thirty. But right now, you better get going before someone catches you in my room.” He smacked her on the rear.
“Sir, thank you. Goodbye, Sir.”
With her heart pounding in her ears, she eased the door open and peeked out. The coast was clear and she ducked into the hallway and rushed down the stairs. Tiptoeing to her bedroom, she was pleased to note that none of the others had stirred. Safe once more. But she wondered how long her luck would hold out.
* * * * *
Damien heard the knocker banging on the front door at exactly a quarter to nine. Dr. Marie Fischer had arrived early for her appointment, as usual. He sent Gabrielle to greet her and to show her to the living room where he waited. He stood and shook her hand.
“Morning, Marie. Come in and have a seat. Your breakfast will be here very soon.”
“Thank you, Damien,” she said, sitting on the couch with the grace and poise of a refined lady. Though she wore the typical doctor’s white coat with only one button secured, underneath she had on a tight-fitting pink dress that showed off her svelte body. She crossed her curvaceous legs, exposing her best feature to her friend. “So, who am I seeing today?”
“You’re doing a follow-up on Abigail, Melissa, Stephanie and Gabrielle and meeting Kaitlin for the first time.”
“Good. I always love my monthly visits to you. You know how I adore playing with your girls.” She smiled and nodded her head of naturally curly light brown hair at Melissa, who arrived with a silver tray laden with food.
“And we have enjoyed playing w
ith you these past three years.” Damien marveled at the lesbian Domme’s natural beauty. At age forty, her skin was still flawless and her honey brown eyes shone with happiness. She looked ten years younger than many of her peers.
Melissa set out a silver pot of steaming water, a cup of fine china, a teabag, an English muffin with peanut butter and several strawberries with whipped cream on the side. She then served Sir Damien a cup of coffee and a bran muffin.
“Ma’am, can I get you anything else?” Melissa asked the doctor.
“No thank you, dear. Not right at the moment.”
When Melissa turned to Damien, he shook his head. “We’ll call you when we’re ready. You’re dismissed.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said, bowing, then twirled on her tiptoes and walked away.
Dr. Fischer’s eyes followed the girl’s naked backside as the sub left the room. “She’s absolutely delightful and so well behaved for such a young girl. You’ve done a marvelous job with her.”
Damien nodded in agreement. “Thank you. She’s going to auction in a couple of weeks with Stephanie, Gabrielle, Kaitlin and Abigail. She’s already got a Dom who’s very interested in her. Do you remember Sir Timothy?”
“Oh yes, that young Dom you’ve taken under your wing to train. He’s such a nice young man. They’ll make a lovely couple. But, Damien, I simply don’t know how you do it all.”
“Well, I give a lot of credit to my crew here. They really keep it all together. You know the old saying ‘behind every good man is a good woman’.”
Doc Fischer laughed and nodded her head. “And under him too!”
Damien laughed. He enjoyed her great sense of humor. When they finished eating, he stood and offered his hand to assist her in standing.
“Shall we go to the dungeon now?”
“As you wish.”
Abigail, Stephanie, Melissa and Gabrielle’s exams each took one half hour and all passed with flying colors. Doc renewed their birth control prescriptions.
Kaitlin arrived on schedule, passing Melissa in the stairwell. Damien was delighted that his newest addition did not need a reprimand for being late upon her first meeting with the Domme. She kept her eyes lowered and knelt in the rectangle as she had been trained. Damien walked over with the doctor for the greeting. He stood in front of her with his arms crossed and Marie stood to her left.
