I explored her gently feeling her curves with my hands, rocking against her with my hips. I took great pleasure in watching her come to life beneath me. The sleepy movements faded into sensual writhing as I touched her. It was like I could watch her physical reaction to my every action.
I wanted more control. I wanted to know that I alone was responsible for her pleasure.
I pulled her hands from my hair and pinned them to the bed above her head. "Don't touch me," I growled into her neck. She curled her fingers around the bars on my headboard, and I suddenly wanted to see her tied that way. I wanted her to be completely helpless under me.
"Don't let go," I said, removing my hands from hers and tracing the toned muscles in her arms. She giggled and squirmed when I ran my fingertips over her armpits, but she held tight to the headboard.
I squeezed both of her breasts in my hands and bucked my hips against her at the same time. She let out a sexy little moan and pressed her tits further into my hands.
"You have perfect tits," I confessed as I nuzzled the tip of her nipple with my nose. She patiently let me explore her with my hands and mouth. I had never seen so much of a woman before. Usually my experiences involved women who were still half dressed. I didn't really want to see them, I simply wanted to use them, but this was different. I wanted to know every part of Kat intimately.
I mentally noted each physical response that she made. Her breathing increased when I nipped at her skin. She moaned softly when I put pressure against her wet pussy. I was absolutely fascinated by her. Sometimes the reactions were very subtle, but I didn't want to miss them. I wanted to know why she reacted the way that she did, because I wanted to be able to make her do it again.
I slid two fingers into her wet pussy, and she bucked against my hand. I used my other hand to hold down her hips. It was distracting to me when she made too many movements at once. I wanted to isolate her reactions so that I could witness them fully. I was really going to have to find a better way to restrain her.
I rubbed her clit with my thumb, and she bucked harder. The walls of her pussy tightened around my fingers. I pumped my fingers in and out, working her clit at the same time. She moaned louder and rocked against me as much as she could.
"Please," she begged me softly between moans.
"Please what?"
"Please, Sir."
That wasn't what I meant. I wasn't quite used to this Sir stuff yet. I wanted to know what she was asking for.
"What do you want, Kat?" I asked gently.
"I want to come, Sir, if it would please you."
It suddenly clicked in my head. She was withholding her orgasm. She was waiting for me to tell her that she could let go. She was giving me power over her most primal action. Fucking Hell, I had no idea she could do that.
She was panting beneath me, struggling. Why hadn't I seen that before? She wanted my permission. No, she wanted my command. She wanted me to order her to orgasm.
"Come for me, Kat," I said with as much authority as I could manage.
Her response was instantaneous, and it was the most incredible thing that I had ever experienced. She literally exploded around my fingers, her pussy convulsing, her head thrown back, her back arched.
I did that. I made her act like that, on my command.
I was hooked. I wanted to experience the powerful feeling that I had right now, over and over and over. I wanted to watch her do that again. I wanted to deny her orgasms and listen to her beg for them. I wanted to see how many times I could make her come in one day. There would never be enough time to experience every combination of my new fantasies. She had just opened my eyes to a world that I had no idea existed. My God, this was amazing.
"Fuck, Kat," I finally said, "You are... that was... wow."
She laughed, "Are you always this articulate in the morning?"
I swatted at her playfully. "It's not my fault that your pussy renders me practically incapable of speech."
She smiled the warmest, most wonderful smile.
"Let's get you some breakfast," I said.
Chapter 15
I literally felt sick to my stomach.
I wasn't worried about the situation in the same way that David was. I could handle some physical pain and bruising. Even Richard wasn't dumb enough to hurt me to a point where I would need medical care outside of what David could give me.
I was worried about David. His emotional state since the last visit with his father had been shaky at best. He had been far too gentle with me in the last week or so and I knew that he was having trouble regaining his authority over me. He felt like he had betrayed my trust, and he was working slowly to regain it. Truthfully I trusted him more than ever after that day, but he needed more time to recover. We had made some progress last night, but I was sure that this episode would mess up the footing we had regained.
I didn't know what else I could do to show David that I was willing to consent to this. I trusted my husband with every ounce of my being, and I would do whatever was necessary to keep our secrets. He needed to protect his mother. I needed to protect him. We needed to hold on until the end of the semester. If I needed to take a spanking in front of his father then so be it. It wouldn't be pleasant, but it would be a lot easier for me than for David.
We had gone over the possible options hundreds of times over the years:
We could leave now and abandon Ellen, but David couldn't live with that, and now that I had met her, neither could I.
We could leave now with Ellen but struggle to survive. Feeding three of us on my non-tenured teacher's salary, while trying to pay for the rest of David's Ivy League college education would not be easy. Especially because we would have to move, meaning that I would not even have a job and most of his college credits would not transfer. He could forget college all together and get a job, but he really wanted to be a doctor, and it seemed like such a waste, when he was less than a year from finishing. I would have considered this a good option anyway, but I was also concerned that Richard would find us. I didn't think he would give up Ellen without a fight, and his resources would be so much more extensive than ours. It was hard to disappear without money.
David could attempt to stand up to his father, and possibly involve higher authorities, but Richard was an upstanding figure in the community. It was quite possible that no one would believe us. He would undoubtedly have better lawyers as well. In some cases money was above justice.
Or, we could wait it out. In less than a year David would be capable of providing for us, and we would be able to leave this all behind. The way I saw it, this was the best choice. There was a plan and an end in sight. We could survive anything for a couple of months and then we would be free to spend the rest of our lives however we wanted.
David dried me with a towel and whispered sweet words of endearment to me as we dressed. I put my sundress back on, and David pulled on shorts and a t-shirt. We braced ourselves to go back downstairs.
I looked him in the eye. "David, I am okay. I know you are worried about me, but I will be fine. You do what you need to do to get us through this, and I will safeword if I really feel like I am in danger. You know that I am not fragile. Trust me to know my own limits."
He nodded his head but didn't speak. He led me by the hand back down the steps. We rejoined his mother and father in the kitchen where Ellen was just serving lunch. She was plating some kind of grilled sandwiches and what looked like homemade vegetable soup.
"Lunch smells wonderful, Mother," David complimented. She gave him a small smile before setting a plate in front of him.
Lunch was surprisingly uneventful. David and his father discussed a range of topics from sports to medicine while Ellen and I picked at our lunches. I didn't have much of an appetite.
I stood to help Ellen clear the table when lunch was finished, but Richard reached out and put his hand on my knee, keeping me in my chair.
"Ellen can do that, Kat," he said. He had not removed his hand. David's jaw
was tight with stress. I gave him half a smile to show that I was okay.
"I don't mind," I said.
"I do," Richard replied.
"Of course, Sir." I hated calling him Sir, but I thought it was appropriate. I did not respect him, but he needed to think that I did. It shouldn't be too hard with his already overinflated ego.
His hand crept higher on my leg, and I fought the urge to cringe.
"Tell me, Kat. How has my son been treating you?"
What a loaded question. If I said he was treating me well, his father would think he was too soft on me. If I said he was too harsh, he would think that I was complaining which would be completely unacceptable.
"He is teaching me quite a lot, Sir," I answered diplomatically.
"What is he teaching you?"
I made the mistake of looking to David for help. It was a natural reaction. Richard was quick as a snake. He grabbed my chin and turned my face back to him.
"You will look at me when I am speaking to you."
"I'm sorry, Sir," I said.
He kept on hand on my thigh, the other on my face, facing me fully in his chair. "Answer me."
I forced myself to breathe. I could do this.
"He's been teaching me to please him, Sir." I was going to be as vague as I thought I could get away with. "My lessons have included appropriate behavior training for social situations as well as physical training for sexual situations."
"You never answered me the last time I asked. Is he fucking you?"
"Yes, Sir." I swallowed hard. David and I had discussed this answer after the last time. It would be too difficult for us to pretend that we had never been sexually intimate. We had to admit that we were having intercourse.
Richard looked at David. "You didn't save her?"
"I didn't see the need. Now or later, either way I was going to have her."
Richard grunted something about impatience. I didn't quite catch it.
Ellen was awkwardly adding the dishes to the dishwasher well within hearing range. Her body was tense. So was David's, although he was doing a better job of hiding it.
Richard released his grip on my jaw but did not remove his hand from my leg.
"How do you discipline her, David?"
David took a swig of his iced tea. I didn't think he was too keen on answering that one. He rose from his chair and stepped closer to me. He pulled my chair out, with me still in it, and lifted me up bridal style. He sat back down in my chair with me in his lap.
He had accomplished a couple of things with this action. One, he'd forced Richard to let go of my leg. Two, he'd put me in a position where he could comfort me with his body. Three, he'd put me in a position where he could demonstrate for Richard.
"Mostly I spank her," he finally replied. "She responds the best to that, but we've also tried isolation. I locked her in my closet for 48 hours one weekend. You didn't like that. Did you, Katlyn?"
"No, Sir," I replied. I would have hated that, but fortunately it had never happened.
"Sometimes I deprive her of other things. Food mostly, especially if she seems to be forgetting her diet."
He put his hand in my hair and pulled my head back exposing my throat. He bit me gently, right at my pulse point.
"She has become much more malleable. She was incredibly willful the first few weeks, but when she saw that I intended to keep her, she began to bend under my whip." He pushed my legs apart with his hand and ran his palm up the inside of my thigh under my skirt. "Now she is ready for me any time I want her. She still screws up, but she is improving."
I willed myself to relax. This was David. I could do this. Richard grunted noncommittally and watched David stroke my leg.
"Come, David," he said abruptly. "I want to discuss something with you outside." He stood from the table and walked to the backdoor.
David followed him, leaving me standing at the kitchen table. I took a deep breath. That went surprisingly well. With the exception of Richard touching me, which I knew would upset David, that had been pretty easy.
I gathered the empty glasses from the table and joined Ellen at the sink. Her posture had not relaxed, and she did not look up at me.
"Kat," she said very softly. "Kat, I want you to listen to me."
"I'm listening, Ellen," I confirmed.
"You need to leave now, Kat. This family is not good for you. I cannot watch you suffer the same fate as me. When David takes you back, you should get on a bus and go somewhere else. It's not too late for you."
This was treacherous ground. I could not tell her the whole truth, but I would not leave her in fear either. She needed to know that I would not betray her to Richard.
"Ellen, I appreciate what you are telling me, but you need to know that your son is not his father. I can’t tell you more than that, but I will not reveal this conversation to your husband either. You can trust me, Ellen."
Chapter 16
I sat on my bed in my dorm room and stared at the scrap of paper between my fingers. Cody. To call or not to call? I had questions. I needed answers.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. What would I say? "Hi, Cody, you don't know me, but I'm fucking your ex, and I want to know how hard I can hit her before she'll say a safeword. Oh and while I'm at it, what's the best way to tie her up?"
Yeah, that will go over well.
Don't be such a fucking pussy. Just call him.
I dialed the number and hit send before I could change my mind again.
"Hello?"
He sounded like a perfectly normal person. I don't know why I had been expecting something else.
"Hi," I said, "May I speak to Cody, please?"
"Speakin’. Who’s this?"
"Uh, my name is David. I'm a friend of Kat Lake's."
"Katlyn? Is she hurt?"
“No," I assured him, "She's fine. I just… I had some questions for you."
"What kinda’ questions?"
"Well, Kat told me that you um... dated."
"I highly doubt she said that."
"Well, okay maybe dated was the wrong word. Look, I know that you had a relationship of sorts with her, and now I am having a similar relationship with her, and I need some advice."
He chuckled. "You're Katlyn's new Dom, and you called me to ask for advice?"
"Yes?" God, I felt like a moron.
"Does she know that you're callin’ me?"
"No, and I would appreciate it if you didn't tell her." Maybe this was a bad idea. "I just, I thought maybe you could give me an insider idea of what the hell is going on in her head."
"Listen... David, did you say?"
"Yeah."
"I care about that girl a lot, so I am gonna to try to answer your questions, but I have to say that I am really surprised that she sought out an inexperienced Dom. She's one hell of a submissive, but you're gonna have your hands full with her if you don't know what you are doing."
"Yeah, I am kind of figuring that out..."
"And I'm gonna warn you right now. If you hurt her, I'll hunt you down and kick your ass. Do you understand me?"
What the hell? I didn't call to have him lecture me. I tried to reign in my temper.
"I wouldn't have called you if I had any fucking plans to hurt her. I'm calling you because I am trying to figure out how the hell not to hurt her."
He laughed again. I had no idea what was so fucking funny.
"There we go!" he said. "I've been waitin’ for you to display a Dominant trait. I knew there was some aggression in there somewhere."
"I'm glad I amuse you," I said sarcastically.
"Don't take offense, man. We all start somewhere. How long have you known Katlyn?"
"Why do you keep calling her Katlyn?"
"Why not?"
"She prefers Kat," I answered.
"It doesn't matter what she prefers. The sooner you figure that out the better off you'll be. She wants what you want. It's your preference that counts."
"Oh," I said stupidly. "
Um, I've known her for about a year, but we just started this… uh, we started seeing each other this weekend."
"How’d it go?"
"How did what go?"
"Dave, I can't help you if you don't tell me anything. How did your first session go? I am assumin’ you had a session, unless she admitted to you that she was a sub, and you completely didn't respond. In which case you've got some back tracking to do."
"Right. No, we did have a session, I guess. I mean I spanked her, and uh had sex with her."
"Thank you. That’s useful information. Did you give her a safeword?"
"Well, not exactly, she kind of told me what the safewords were going to be."
"Did you tell her that you understood and were accepting them?"
"Um, no. Not really."
"I should spank her myself for that. She knows better than to put herself in a situation where safewords were not clearly discussed ahead of time. You will fix that immediately."
"Okay," I agreed. I bristled a bit at the though of him spanking her. I had to remind myself that he was in her past. I was her present and her future.
"You can pick new words, or you can keep hers, it don't matter, but before you touch her again you will explain what the words are and how she’s to use ‘em. If you ever, ever hear one of those words out of her mouth you are to stop immediately. If you don't, you will lose her trust, and you will earn a serious ass kicking from me and everyone else who cares about her. Do you understand?"
"There is no need to threaten me. I understand." I was really biting my tongue. No one talked to me this way. If I didn't need his help so badly I would never have stood for this.
"Good. Did you use your bare hands?"
"Yes. Should I have used something different?"
"No, that's as good a place to start as any. You can work your way up to other things. How many did you give her?"
"I don't know."
"Whadaya’ mean you don't know?"
"I mean I don't know. I hit her until her ass was red, and I was ready to fuck her. How the hell should I know?"
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