Nine Lives - Book 1

by Kim Knight

  Madeline smiled at her and sighed, ‘Be thankful that you are not further along ... or I would punish you for doing that without permission.’

  Kaitlin was too far gone to fully consider her words. She slipped her fingers into her cunt, rubbing her thumb over her clitoris. The sight of Kaitlin pleasuring herself quickly drew Madeline to the point of no return and both women climaxed noisily.

  The man left a few minutes after and Kaitlin was left to stare silently at the dark ceiling.

  ‘Did you enjoy that?’

  Kaitlin’s eyes flicked to Madeline but before she could answer, she heard her mobile ringing. With a sigh she rolled onto her side and lifted herself up.

  ‘Ignore it,’ Madeline told her.

  ‘I can’t,’ she replied as she climbed to her feet and went to her pile of clothes.

  ‘Why not?’

  Kaitlin glanced at her as she lifted her phone out of her jacket pocket, ‘Have you forgotten what I do for a living?’

  Madeline gave a small shrug and turned away.

  With a sigh, Kaitlin flicked her phone open, ‘Yeah?’

  ‘Your telephone manner has improved then.’

  ‘What’s up, Parker?’

  ‘Pub ... drink ... now ...’

  Kaitlin frowned, ‘What?’

  ‘Damn it, Anderson, where’s your head at?’ Parker laughed, clearly he had already more than one drink, ‘Collins was remanded in custody this morning? The wanker we’ve been after? You remember him, right?’

  She cursed and started to dress even as she answered him, ‘Yeah, sorry, I fell asleep on the sofa.’

  ‘Yeah, well get your arse down here, the DCI is asking after you and wants to buy you a drink.’

  ‘Twenty minutes,’ she told him and closed the phone. When she looked around the room, Madeline was gone. Sighing again, she finished dressing and then left.

  She took her bike to the pub and parked it securely – she would be getting a cab home later.

  Parker waved her towards a quieter table in the crowded pub and let Kaitlin down half of her drink before he started with the questions. ‘At home were you?’

  She eyed him over the glass, ‘Yes, why?’

  He shrugged.

  Sighing, she lowered the glass, ‘Spit it out.’

  The smile threatened to split his face in half, ‘You’ve got a fella.’

  ‘What?’ she spluttered, ‘Who the fuck told you that?’

  ‘It’s obvious,’ he responded and sipped his drink before continuing, ‘I’ve noticed it for a couple of weeks but didn’t say anything. Then a couple of the guys at the station asked me.’

  ‘And on what evidence is this crap based?’

  Parker counted the points off on his fingers, ‘You look happier, you smile occasionally – which makes that more than usual – you even cracked a joke yesterday.’

  ‘So?’ she shrugged nonchalantly even though her heart was racing. She had certainly felt happier since spending time with Madeline – had it really shown that much? She noticed that Parker was studying her carefully and she stared back, ‘You’re barking up the wrong tree.’

  ‘Seriously?’ he laughed but it was clear that he would take her at her word with no further argument. With a small nod he pointed at her glass, ‘Another one?’

  ‘My round,’ she responded and went to the bar.

  There were several variations of ‘back-slapping’, about Collins’ remand, as she got the drinks. Normally she would have enjoyed the praise of her colleagues but Parker’s words had dampened her mood. She was determined not to let it show, knowing that would only re-fuel his suspicions. So she did all she could to get into the spirit of things and shared a cab with Parker later that night.

  She awoke the following morning with a hangover from hell and was thankful for the weekend. She spent most of the day in bed. When she awoke on the Sunday it was with a sense of dread. She showered and dressed, seeing no point in putting off the inevitable. She rode to Madeline’s.

  She rung the doorbell and waited. She was about to ring again when the door opened.

  ‘I called you,’ Madeline announced in greeting as she turned and headed to the ‘playroom’.

  Kaitlin cursed and pulled her phone out of her pocket. She had turned it off at some point during the Friday night and hadn’t switched it back on. ‘I’m sorry, I had it switched off.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Because I didn’t want to be disturbed.’

  Madeline glanced over her shoulder, ‘I’m a disturbance?’

  ‘No, of course not,’ Kaitlin replied quickly, ‘We had a good result at work and I was celebrating on Friday night ... Saturday morning wasn’t so good.’

  Madeline walked to the side of the playroom and returned with a pair of handcuffs that she lifted, ‘Hold out your hands,’

  Kaitlin slipped the phone back into her pocket and cleared her throat, ‘I’m not here for that.’

  ‘Really?’ Madeline laughed, ‘You’re not here to be fucked?’

  Kaitlin swallowed as a rush of heat ran up her inner thighs. She shook her head, ‘I can’t do this anymore.’

  Madeline slowly lowered the cuffs, her expression didn’t show any surprise. ‘Why?’

  ‘My colleagues are becoming suspicious ...’ she stopped herself, knowing that whatever she said would sound ridiculous. Her colleagues had no idea that she was coming here and there was even less chance that they knew what she was doing. But Parker’s words the other night had served to make her realise that she was playing a dangerous game with Madeline – one that she wasn’t willing to play any longer.

  ‘Your colleagues have seen a change in you,’ Madeline announced, ‘a change that you only really noticed when it was mentioned.’

  Kaitlin slowly nodded.

  Madeline sighed, ‘It happens.’

  ‘Really?’

  ‘Oh, yes,’ she turned and walked over to put the cuffs away, ‘I have seen it happen to others. I have lost many ... friends ... when they realised that this ...’ she waved her hands to encompass the playroom, ‘... was all a bit too much to fit into their lives.’

  Kaitlin smiled with relief, ‘It means a lot that you understand.’

  ‘My darling,’ Madeline laughed, ‘if anyone would understand ... it’s me.’ She took Kaitlin’s hands in hers, ‘Just do one last thing for me ... for us ... before you go.’

  ‘If I can.’

  ‘Try a frame ... experience it just once.’

  Kaitlin glanced at an x-shaped frame to her right. She had often studied it. Had wondered, what it would feel like to be held within it. To be so completely trapped ...

  She remembered the bed that Madeline had chained her to and her pussy warmed at the memory. She had only been bound like that once and she knew that the softness of the mattress beneath her had eased her, making her feel less trapped. It was strange and irrational – but so were most of her reactions within this room. They had only used the bed once. Kaitlin had found the feel of handcuffs to be the most arousing and, sensing such, Madeline had used them frequently since.

  She looked at the frame again. How different would it feel? Another memory heated her pussy – a slave spread-eagled within the frame. Already striped and sweating with arousal. How had she felt as the cuffs had closed over her wrists? Had there been a moment of fear or did she trust her Mistress so completely that the pleasure was all the mattered? Kaitlin wasn’t like that, she wasn’t a slave. She had never called Madeline Mistress, despite the other woman’s disapproval – if she allowed herself to be restrained in that frame, was she crossing that line that she had drawn for herself?

  Her eyes found Madeline who was waiting patiently for her response.

  She took a deep breath, ready to say No, but then she saw the lust shining in Madeline’s eyes and knew that it was mirrored in her own. Slowly she nodded, ‘Okay,’

  ‘Excellent,’ Madeline breathed, ‘you won’t regret it.’

  Kaitlin allowed a tin
y smile to play across her lips as she slipped her jacket off her shoulders. As the leather pooled on the floor, Madeline stepped forward, her fingers moving to the buttons of Kaitlin’s shirt. Kaitlin lowered her hands and studied her as she slowly undressed her. When she was naked, she shivered as Madeline circled her, studying every inch of her naked skin. By the time Madeline led her to the frame, Kaitlin was quivering with anticipation.

  The wood of the frame was cold against her skin as she stepped back against it. Madeline lifted her wrists and fastened them tightly in the leather cuffs. Gasping, Kaitlin clenched and unclenched her fists.

  ‘Relax,’ Madeline whispered as she knelt to pull her legs apart and fasten her ankles. She lifted and suddenly her mouth was at Kaitlin’s pussy.

  ‘Oh God!’ Kaitlin cried as her pussy responded instantly to the delicious touch of her tongue. Her body shuddered, the feel of the restraints adding to the burning desire that flooded through her. Madeline continued to work at her pussy lips, flicking her tongue over her clitoris and between her labia. Sucking at the juice that her attentions were causing. ‘Oh God, yes!’ Kaitlin hissed, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes. She groaned with disappointment as Madeline stood.

  ‘You want me to make you come?’

  Kaitlin slowly opened her eyes, ‘Yes,’

  ‘Then you know what to call me,’ her fingers slipped between her labia lips, making Kaitlin groan again, ‘Well?’

  ‘I can’t,’ Kaitlin hissed.

  ‘That’s up to you,’ she responded as her fingers pinched her clitoris and then she withdrew her hand.

  Kaitlin pulled uselessly at the bonds as Madeline turned away. She watched her move to the side of the room and when she turned, a whip in her hand, Kaitlin’s throat instantly dried. She tried to stay calm and stared at Madeline as she returned, the strands of the flogger swinging beside her. When she was standing in front of her, Madeline lifted the whip so that Kaitlin could see it. She pulled at the bonds again, ‘Please, don’t,’

  ‘And that is how you ask me?’

  And so she was trapped. She knew that anger should have been her reaction but too many other emotions flooded through her – any anger that she might have felt was swamped by fear, anxiety, arousal and sheer desire.

  ‘Ask me properly and all that you desire will be yours.’

  Kaitlin swallowed past the dryness in her throat, ‘Please don’t whip me ... Mistress.’

  A flicker pulled at the corners of Madeline’s mouth, ‘And now you would like me to fuck you?’

  ‘Yes ... please ...’ she swallowed again and closed her eyes, ‘... Mistress.’ To hear herself say it was strangely wonderful and she slowly opened her eyes. She gasped as Madeline lifted her hands and deftly fastened a ball-gag around her head. She stared at the Mistress with wide, fearful eyes.

  ‘And now you will learn one of the most important lessons of all,’ Madeline announced as she stepped back and lifted the flogger, ‘your Mistress will do as she pleases.’

  Kaitlin shook her head, mumbling uselessly against the gag as she watched the flogger being lifted. A tiny flick to separate the strands and then those leather strips were flying towards her flesh. The flogger found her breast and Kaitlin jumped within the frame. She stared at Madeline with surprised fear as a strange chill ran up her spine. It was quickly followed by a pleasant burning where the, initially stunned, nerve endings reacted to the blow. Another blow found the same spot and then another. Each one building the heat of the previous one. Blow after blow found her virgin flesh and she gasped behind the gag as the burn became more intense. The speed of the blows picked up, driving Kaitlin from her senses. She screamed against the gag, shaking her head from side to side, desperate for Madeline to stop – not to ease the pain but to ease the terrible throbbing that ticked in her loins. When Madeline did finally lower the whip, Kaitlin gave a small sob and hung her head. She sensed the Mistress move and slowly lifted her head. She shook her head again as the flogger was aimed at her other breast. Building on the fire that already seized her chest, the blows quickly became too intense to handle and Kaitlin screamed over and over, tears rolling down her cheeks.

  She gasped and coughed as the ball-gag was unfastened. ‘Please ...’ she gasped, although she wasn’t sure what she was begging for.

  ‘You can tell me to stop anytime you want,’ Madeline announced, her calm voice in stark contrast to the maelstrom that Kaitlin was feeling.

  The words leapt to Kaitlin’s lips – but there they stayed.

  A knowing smile spread across Madeline’s lips, ‘I promise you, if you can take just five more – your climax will be like nothing you have ever felt before.

  Kaitlin knew that – had known it the moment the flogger had first found her skin. It was that, more than anything that scared her. She feared that if she let it happen, if she crossed the line to experience the ultimate pleasure, would she ever be satisfied again? Would sex ever be enough? The flogger landed across her breasts and she knew that there was no stopping this thrill ride. She had to see it through to the shuddering end. Four more blows fell across her skin and she quivered with the certain knowledge of what was to come as the flogger was cast aside. First, Madeline’s tongue teased her climax to breaking point and held her there, gasping and shuddering, desperate for the release that had been promised her, but equally desperate not to ask for it. Madeline’s tongue moved and was replaced by her fingers. Three digits slid easily into her soaking pussy and she started to climax immediately. But even as she screamed her release, another quickly built and then another – too many to count, too many to bear. She screamed and sobbed as the slender fingers thrust into her. Madeline had been right, it was like nothing she had ever experienced. And at the same time she realised that her fears had been justified – she succumbed to the pleasure and knew that it would not be the last time that shivers of pleasure seared her stinging skin.

  At some point she was released from the frame so that she could pleasure Madeline. She moved with a fervour she had never known but which felt as natural as the sting at her breasts. The sound of Madeline’s pleasure was as arousing as anything she had done that night and as the sound of her climax rolled over them both, she heard Madeline whisper, ‘You are mine now.’

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ she whispered.

  ***

  The cold light of day.

  Kaitlin stared at the closed curtains and the thin sliver of early morning light that slipped through the join between them. Her mind drifted between vague thoughts as her fingers stroked idly at her breast. The barest of smiles played at her lips. Slowly her other hand slipped between her thighs and pressed gently at her bruised pussy. Her Mistress had given her no respite after her own climax and had dragged climax after climax from Kaitlin’s throbbing cunt. She had got home at some point and fallen into a dreamless sleep.

  And now she was awake and fully aware of what had happened, her thoughts unhampered by strange, lustful emotions. And in the cold light of day, she couldn’t wait to see her Mistress again.

  Her fingers stopped and her eyes narrowed as she considered what that meant. Could she do this? Could she truly lead a double life? She thought of everything that had happened before Madeline had come into her life and couldn’t help but wonder ... had she even had a life before then?

  Her fingers slipped easily into her soaking pussy and she arched her back, gasping and closing her eyes. She clamped her thighs together, crushing her hand as she stroked her fingers deep inside her. Her clitoris and pussy lips burned and she gave a small cry, wishing that it was her Mistress’s fingers that penetrated her.

  Chapter Six:

  Time moved on.

  A new case landed on her desk and DS Kaitlin Anderson began the investigation with the usual fervour that had cemented her reputation as one of the best detectives in the Met – a downright hard bitch – but one of the best. She worked long hours, longer than anyone else on the small team. She was DS Anderson – the same as she had bee
n before she had met Madeline.

  And then came the visits to Madeline’s home. As soon as she stepped through the door, DS Anderson was gone. Not just pushed aside, but forgotten. By the time she had stripped her clothes off and waited, naked and quivering with anticipation, for the attentions of her Mistress – DS Anderson had become a stranger to her. Anything that had happened that day was cast from her thoughts as if it had never happened and she was born again as the quiet, submissive creation of her Mistress.

  Tonight, her Mistress had called her with a simple statement, ‘Nine o’ clock.’

  No further instruction had been needed and Kaitlin had responded with equal simplicity, ‘Yes, Mistress.’

  It was ten minutes to nine when she had entered the house but her Mistress had not shown herself until nine o’clock. And now she circled her, the thin crop that she carried resting lightly against her shoulder.

  ‘You pleasured yourself.’

  Kaitlin took a deep breath. How her Mistress knew was a mystery. She had undressed, ready to bathe before leaving to come here and the sheer weight of arousal had weighed painfully upon her. It had only taken a few strokes with her fingers inside her soaking pussy and she was gasping with climax. It had been quick and far from satisfying but it had helped her to take the edge off her arousal. She should have known better. Her Mistress always knew when she did such things and a punishment now surely awaited her. This knowledge had perhaps driven her fingers into her as much as any desire.

  ‘And what makes you think that you have the right to pleasure this body?’ her Mistress asked as she ran the end of the crop over the mound of her buttocks. A sharp snap and Kaitlin took half a step forward, gasping at the sudden sting. She quickly straightened, putting her hands behind her back and presenting her breasts as her Mistress stepped in front of her. Each nipple received several sharp flicks from the crop, each one hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. ‘You haven’t answered my question.’