Desire's Awakening

by Gail DeYoung

  Damien’s gaze flew from David to her and back again. Her heart pounded heavily. She realized she was holding her breath waiting for the Trainer’s answer.

  Damien dropped his hands to his sides and balled them into fists. She saw his jaw working back and forth and his face grow red.

  “All right then, one date. Bring her home promptly the next morning.”

  Sir David visibly relaxed. He smiled.

  “Yes, yes, of course. That will not be a problem. Thank you.”

  “Fine.” Damien turned and left them alone once more.

  David reached down and grabbed Kat’s hand, noticeably excited about spending time with her. “So, do you have plans for tonight?”

  * * * * *

  Miss Tiffany felt better and told Kat not to worry about helping with dinner as she had to get ready for her date. Kat passed the staircase on the way to her bedroom and saw Sir Damien descending the stairs. He stopped to let her pass but did not say a word to her. The look on his face was one of disappointment mixed with disgust. She lowered her head and kept walking. She wanted to tell him that she was going to refuse Sir David’s offer, but after Sir Damien gave him the okay, she felt obliged to accept.

  Sir David would be back to pick her up at six p.m. With only two hours before his arrival, she showered and straightened her hair, which hung long and sleek down to the middle of her back. Because they were going to “vanilla” establishments, she was allowed to wear normal clothing. Pulling out a short, black skirt, a slinky top and black heels from her suitcase, she sighed. Though it had only been a few weeks, she was accustomed to the “less is best” clothing requirements of the home. It felt strange to wear clothing again.

  Sir David was punctual for his date. He wore an expensive pale blue silk shirt and dark blue pants. Watching his approach to the front door through the side pane of glass, Kat glanced in the hallway mirror and quickly applied a last coat of lipstick. She answered promptly when she heard his knock on the door. He smiled warmly at her and offered her his arm.

  “Shall we?”

  Kat felt uncomfortable taking his arm. She remembered the last time she walked through this door with a Dom, a leash attached to her collar. Going out with Sir David was a completely different experience and she wondered if he would be the kind of Dom she was looking for.

  Sir David walked her to his black Mercedes and opened the passenger door. She slid in and watched as he closed the door and went around to the driver’s side. He buckled his seat belt and nodded to her to do the same.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Oh, there’s one thing I want to do before we begin.”

  He reached over and removed the collar from her neck, placing it in the glove compartment. The cool air from the air conditioning hitting bare flesh made her keenly aware of her naked neck.

  “Tonight, we’re not Dom and sub. We’re just normal people. I want you to call me David and skip the formality of calling me ‘Sir’. Deal?”

  “Yes Sir. Oh I’m sorry, I mean David.”

  He laughed. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it by the end of the evening. So what’s your pleasure? Would you like dinner then a movie or the other way around?”

  Kat wasn’t used to being asked what she wanted. It had been a long time since she had to make a decision. It was usually up to the Dom to determine what they would do.

  “I haven’t eaten in hours, so I am hungry. Dinner first would be wonderful.”

  “Do you like Japanese food?”

  “Yes, that would be fine.”

  A half hour later, they pulled up to an oriental-style restaurant situated on the intracoastal waterway. As they walked up the stairs to the front entrance, Kat admired the bonsai trees decorating the path. She was surprised when she heard Sir David tell the maitre d’ that he had a reservation. Apparently, he anticipated her agreeing to eat there.

  They were seated at a rectangular table with three other couples. A pretty, young Japanese girl in a kimono handed them a menu and steaming hot hand towels, then took their orders. Kat looked around the crowded room. She smiled at seeing oriental chefs standing in the center of the u-shaped tables tossing food in the air. The food smelled wonderful. The patrons laughed, clapped and yelled comments to the cook.

  “You like?” David leaned close so she could hear him in the noisy room.

  “Yes, it’s great. I’ve never been to this type of restaurant before.”

  “Then I’m sure you’ll enjoy the show.”

  At that moment, a young Japanese man greeted them. He was dressed in a white chef’s coat and hat and wore a red sash around his waist. He moved to the back of the table and set uncooked meat, fish, vegetables and rice on the top of the cooking surface, which was in the middle of their table.

  “Welcome to our restaurant. Have you all been here before?” Kat loved his thick Japanese accent. Everyone else at the table indicated they had eaten there prior to that night, which made Kat the only “newbie”. David smiled at her.

  The chef read off each individual order, ensuring they would get the proper meal. Then he turned on the heat and cooked their food. Kat was amazed at how quickly and expertly he sliced the shrimp, cutting off the tails and opening the vein on the back. He popped one into the air and it landed in the center of his chef’s hat. She laughed and clapped. The chef bowed.

  Kat couldn’t believe how full she got after eating a bowl of rice, shrimp, filet mignon and a variety of cooked vegetables. David had ordered the salmon and raved about how delicious it was.

  After dinner, they walked outside and waited for the valet to bring the car around.

  “Happy?”

  “Yes, I am. Thank you.”

  “Good. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now we can either go back to my place and pop in a video or go to a theater. Your choice.”

  “I’ll leave that decision up to you, if you don’t mind.” He had already spent a tidy sum on dinner and she didn’t want to cause him additional expense on their first “date”.

  He took her hand in his and kissed the palm.

  “Okay, then we’ll go to my place.”

  Smiling, she got into the car.

  David pulled into the parking lot of a marina in front of a forty-two-foot yacht. “Welcome to my home,” he said, pointing to the sleek, modern boat.

  Kaitlin’s mouth dropped open. She had never been on a yacht before. She was impressed.

  “You might want to take off those heels because I don’t want you killing yourself when you come aboard.” David pointed to Kat’s shoes.

  She did as directed and followed his lead. The water was a little choppy and the boat bobbed up and down next to the dock. Sir David went first and lent his hand to assist her in getting onto the yacht. When she landed, he kept his hand on her elbow to steady her. She could tell he was an experienced seaman, as he kept both feet squarely on the vessel despite the rocking motion.

  “See what I mean?”

  “Yes,” she giggled nervously. She heard the slap of water against the sides of the yacht and the fiberglass rubbing against the wooden dock.

  “Come, let’s go downstairs.”

  He led the way. The interior of the yacht was decorated in varying hues of beige and brown. Although she was very impressed with the modern appliances and decor, she missed the lifestyle touches that Damien’s house had. Because the yacht was compact, she knew there would be no room for a dungeon. But she didn’t want to hurt Sir David’s feelings. She smiled as she looked around.

  “Nice boat. Is this one of the yachts your company sells?”

  “Yes, it is. If you like it, I can get you one for about a million dollars.”

  She laughed. “That’s okay. I’ll just enjoy yours.”

  “It’s a little crowded. Not like a regular home, of course. But it comes with all the amenities. The restroom’s behind the kitchen, just past the refrigerator, in case you need it.” David pointed to the back room.

  “
Yes, I could definitely use the restroom after all the tea I drank.”

  “I have a TV in my bedroom. I’ll find a movie to watch.”

  “All right. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

  “Take your time.” He smiled and left her.

  She visited the restroom and returned five minutes later, having removed her panties. She had to wear them out as she couldn’t risk having the chains and weights dangling between her legs from the bottom of her short skirt at the restaurant. But now that they were in private, she felt comfortable taking them off.

  David was spread out on the bed with his shirt and shoes off. His pale skin was red as if he had tried to get a suntan quickly and ended up with a burn instead. He had a nice shape, but nothing to brag about. Apparently he did not have time or the inclination to work out as much as Sir Damien. She warned herself to stop the comparison as she knew she would be terribly disappointed. She would accept David for what he was.

  “Do you want something to drink before the movie begins?”

  “No, I’m fine, thank you.”

  He patted the bed and she crawled in next to him. Wrapping an arm around her, David pulled her snugly against him and pushed the remote button. The TV screen flashed a disc shape on a blue background and she wondered what movie he had chosen to entertain them. The Notebook started and she knew she was in trouble. He was subtly telling her he was in an amorous mood.

  Her nose twitched. Sitting so close to him, she realized he must have also dabbed on more cologne while she was in the restroom and the odor was overpowering. He was trying very hard to impress her, but it was actually turning her off. She put her hand up to her nose to block the offensive smell.

  After a half hour, she felt his hand upon her thigh. It slowly worked up to the top of her leg. Though he seemed to be watching the movie, he whispered in her ear.

  “Open for me.”

  She acquiesced and his fingers pursued her sweet spot. She felt him sliding a digit over her lips, aided by her juices.

  “Mmmm, you’re wet.”

  Then he stuck two fingers inside her and she arched upward. He wiggled them, locating her G-spot, and she squirted.

  “Very nice. You get easily turned-on.”

  He shifted on the bed, sliding his pants down his legs to expose his limp cock.

  “Here, help me.”

  She leaned over and discovered he had an uncircumcised cock. That was a first for her. It looked strange, as if it was a missile. At first, she wasn’t sure how to deal with it. When she wrapped her hand around it and moved up and down, she found the skin retracted from the head. Ah, so that’s where it is.

  It took a long time to stimulate his cock into a semi-upright position. She worried that she was not doing something right. Perhaps the television was a distraction and he wasn’t concentrating enough on her efforts. Damien never had this problem, she remembered. All it took was one look at her and the man’s cock was at attention. Oops, she realized she was comparing the two men again. She stifled her thoughts from drifting in that direction.

  “That’s right. Keep stroking right there. Lick it.”

  David’s hand came down to hold the base of his cock while her tongue danced around the tip. Finally, she achieved the erection for which she had worked so hard.

  “Lie on your back,” he ordered and she gratefully complied. It had taken so long to get him up that her mouth hurt.

  He pulled up her skirt around her waist and positioned himself over her with one hand. She spread her legs wide to give him a good view of where he was headed. He kept stroking his cock with one hand and directed it to the entrance of her core. Once situated, he let go and braced himself with both hands. Then he tried to shove it in. She felt his cock bending as he entered her and knew he had not been able to maintain the erection. But he had a determined look on his face that told her he was going to try anyway.

  Kat arched up into him as he attempted valiantly to slide into her. The entrance was slick with her juices and she thought she could feet him shriveling. He tried to pump the limp member into her for a few minutes, but he couldn’t get in. She could see the frustration building on his face. Sweat beaded on his brow.

  “Hmmm, you must be too wet. Let me get it back up and we’ll try it from another angle.”

  Kat felt sorry for him as he stroked his cock in front of her. It got bigger, but not hard enough to penetrate her.

  “Perhaps you could just suck me off.”

  “Sure.”

  She leaned over and once again wrapped her lips around his cock. She did everything she could and tried all the tricks that worked on Damien, but to no avail. Forty minutes later, she stopped when her mouth became numb.

  “I’m sorry. I really tried.”

  “No, don’t be. It’s me. I got into this lifestyle hoping it would help my problem. I felt my cock jumping that night at the club when Damien whipped you. The only problem is, I don’t have a whip here and I don’t know how to handle one. But that would probably work. I’ll have to get one.”

  “Yes, most likely,” she said, doubt lacing her words.

  They watched the rest of the movie in silence. He didn’t attempt any further moves on her, for which she was grateful. Though he did not express it, she sensed he was embarrassed at his lack of performance and she didn’t want to make him feel any more uncomfortable. When the end of the movie scrolled across the screen, he turned to her.

  “If you’d like, I can take you home tonight.”

  “I think that might be best,” she said, getting off the bed to straighten her clothing. He stood behind her and dressed.

  She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him quickly on the lips.

  “I had a lovely time tonight. Thank you so much for dinner.”

  He rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

  “You’re quite welcome, my dear. Would you do a favor for me, please, and not mention my problem to anyone? I’d appreciate your keeping it confidential.”

  “Of course, you have my word on it, Sir.” Though Kat didn’t know anyone his age who took the little blue pill, she had heard about it on television ads. She wondered why he wasn’t taking it.

  “I don’t mean to pry, Sir, but why don’t you try Viagra?”

  “I wish I could,” he replied sadly. “I can’t take it, though, because I’m on medicine for high blood pressure.”

  “Oh I see.” Kat realized it was a tender subject for him and decided not to pursue that line of discussion any further. The ride home was punctuated by momentary comments, but easy dialogue between them had dried up. She really didn’t know what to say. And apparently, he didn’t either.

  He pulled into the driveway and let her get out on her own.

  “Well, good night,” she said before closing the door.

  “Night.”

  She watched as he drove away, her thoughts focused on how sad it was that he was having sexual problems. The front door light sprang to life once she crossed the sensor. Not having a key, she had to knock, hoping someone would still be awake to open the door for her.

  Mrs. Swenson answered the door and glared at her exposed neck. Her eyes narrowed and she put her hands on her hips.

  “You come home without your collar and want me to let you in? Why should I?”

  Kat’s hand flew to her neck and she realized that she forgot to take her collar out of Sir David’s glove compartment.

  “Oh no!”

  Her eyes grew wide with fear. She looked to see if David’s car was still in the neighborhood. There was no trace of his car and she knew she was in a shitload of trouble.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Kat nervously came out of her bedroom at ten Thursday morning. The house was alive with activity. The smell of coffee and fresh-baked blueberry muffins drew her to the kitchen. She skirted one of the girls scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees and saw another wiping down the sliding glass doors leading out to the patio. The sound of the vacuum came from the recreat
ion center.

  Miss Tiffany stood at the kitchen counter and turned at her approach to offer her a cup of coffee. “Here, it looks like you could use this.”

  “Is it that bad?” She accepted the cup of coffee and winced at her friend.

  Miss Tiffany raised her head and looked behind Kaitlin.

  “Actually…it’s worse.”

  Kaitlin swung around to see Sir Damien standing in front of his office door with his arms crossed over his chest. His scowl could have wilted a bouquet of fresh flowers. And she knew she was responsible for putting that unpleasant expression on his handsome face. She swallowed hard.

  “Kat, come to my office.”

  “Yes Sir.” She took a swig of coffee to enhance her fortitude and returned the cup to Miss Tiffany. “Well, here I go. Wish me luck.”

  “Yep. You’re gonna need it.” Miss Tiffany shook her head.

  Kat squared her shoulders and walked into his office. Sir Damien was seated behind his desk wearing a gray turtleneck sweater and a look that told her not to play with him right now. At a moment like this, she shouldn’t be thinking about stripping him naked and licking him all over. But she couldn’t help the lascivious thought from crossing her mind. Focus, she scolded herself. Not now.

  “Sit.”

  She obeyed his command and bowed her head after taking a seat in front of his desk. Though Kat was prepared for an in-depth inquisition, she hadn’t expected his first question.

  “Did you do him?”

  Kat swallowed hard and her eyes snapped up to meet his burning gaze. Her reply came out as a squeak. “Excuse me, Sir?”

  “Don’t make me ask you twice. You heard the question.”

  Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her jittery nerves.

  “Sir, well, it’s rather complicated and I’m not sure Sir David wishes me to discuss this with you.” She wrung her hands in her lap. It was another one of those awkward moments in her life where she just wanted to crawl under the furniture and disappear.

  He slammed his fist down hard on the desk and she jumped in her seat from the shock of hearing him so angry with her.