I wasn't sure that I could handle knowing that he would continue to fuck other women. It was also possible that he would simply go back to being my lab partner, now that he'd gotten what he wanted from me. I hoped that was not the case, but I was in a very unsure position, and it was making me extremely anxious.
I tried to focus on the professor's words, but it was mostly going in one ear and out the other. We had some kind of an oral presentation coming up. I would have to stand in front of the class, be the center of attention. I hated that.
I was relieved when we were finally dismissed, and David put his hand on my arm.
"Can I buy you lunch?" he asked. "There are a few things that I would like to discuss with you."
"Sure," I said. I didn't have any intention of letting him pay, but I was glad that he wanted to talk.
We decided on the little cafe three blocks from campus. They had a really good soup and salad special on weekdays. When we were settled in a private corner booth, David asked me how I was. I knew it wasn't your average "How are you?" He really wanted to know what I thought of everything now that the weekend was over.
"I'm great," I started. "I had a really incredible time with you this weekend, but I'm glad that you wanted to talk to me. I think that there are some things we need to discuss. Did you want me to start, or did you want to go first?"
"Well," he said, "let me get through a couple of things and then we'll see if I missed anything." I nodded and waited for him to continue. "First off, if I am going to act as your Dom we need to establish some rules."
I agreed wholeheartedly with that.
"Like the safewords, I agree with you that a two word system is good for us: yellow for slowing down or changing tactics, and red for stopping all together. I accept those words, and I will work within that system. Any time that I hear one of those colors from you during a session I will act accordingly. Is that clear?"
I breathed a sigh of relief. Perfect. "Yes, it's clear."
"Good. Secondly, you have a right to know what I want from you, and what I am expecting. You know that I am, in some ways, new to this, so I will do my best to communicate as much as possible to you ahead of time. If you are unclear about something, I would like for you to ask. I may not answer you, but I need to know if I've been unclear."
He looked to me for confirmation. I nodded my agreement.
"If you are to be my submissive, I will expect you to belong to me only. I am a very jealous man, Kat, and I will not share you."
I was glad he said it out loud, but I already belonged to him. I had since the day I met him. He had to know that by now.
"I want for no other," I replied.
He paused for a moment considering me. "You have ruined me for other women, Kat. I want only you. From this day forward we will be exclusive."
My heart jumped for joy at the thought. He was promising me his exclusivity. Mine. He was mine.
He frowned down at his napkin for a moment. "Kat," he said in a softer tone. "There are some things I think you should know..."
I waited for him to continue.
"I want to be both your Dominant and your... boyfriend, for lack of a better word. I want to have a relationship with you, and if I'm not mistaken, you want that as well."
I nodded my agreement. I didn't want to interrupt him.
"And I also need to be your lab partner, and I need to not be distracted from my studies. I am hoping that because we have worked well in the past together, on a professional level, that we will still be able to do so." He looked to me again for confirmation, and I agreed.
"Kat, this is going to get complicated. I want to have a relationship with you on many levels, but I can't tell my family about you. Not now, maybe not ever. I want to announce to the world that you belong to me, but outside of this school, our immediate circle of contacts here, I cannot speak of this. I know that sounds odd, and you have to believe me when I say it's not by my choice."
He looked me in the eye, asking me to believe him, to listen to him.
"My father is a dangerous man and associating with me could be incredibly dangerous for you. To keep you safe, I need to keep this secret."
I didn't understand, not really. He told me that he learned his sexual habits from his father, but I didn't see how that could prove dangerous to me. This wasn't going to be easy for either of us, but I had a feeling that I was going to need to know more.
"I think you're going to need to tell me more about him, David."
"I will," he replied, "but not here, not right now. For now, I need you to trust me and to know that if I lie to someone about our relationship, it may not be what it appears. I will do what I need to do to protect you. I am proud of our relationship, and I want this with you, but I may not always be able to act like it. Can you understand that?"
I took a deep breath. There was just so much I didn't know.
"I understand, and I am willing to trust you, but I am going to need for you to explain this further sometime soon."
"This weekend I want to go back out to my parent's place. I want to leave Friday after your last class and I'll bring you back Sunday evening. We can spend some time on Saturday studying, but I would like to spend most of the weekend without our books, if you can manage to take the time off. I will explain things further to you then. I want you to be able to make an intelligent decision about what kind of a relationship you want with me."
"Yes," I agreed. "I will try to finish up as much work as possible during the week. I would love to spend the weekend with you."
"Good," he said, closing the subject. "Now I need for you to tell me about Cody."
I blinked in surprise. That had come out of left field.
"What would you like to know?" I asked.
"How did you meet?"
"I worked in a tack and feed store my last two years of high school. It was just a part-time thing to help keep gas in my truck and give me some extra college money. After graduation, I continued to work there for the summer. One day, it was only about a week after graduation, I was joking around with Mike and Jamie. Mike's parent's owned the store and Jamie was his girlfriend," I explained.
"We somehow got on the subject of sex, oral sex actually, and the two of them basically called me a prude. Well in an effort to prove how un-prudish I was, I made a rather blatant sexual comment. I was not a virgin, but I'd only had one previous boyfriend, Jake. Jake was a sweet kid, but that was a lot of the problem, he was too sweet. I needed someone far more dominant than Jake. I just didn't know it."
I looked at David, making sure he was still following me. He motioned for me to continue.
"The comment I made was something along the lines of 'I wish he would have just fucked my mouth instead of making me do all the work.' It shocked the hell out of Jamie and she went from calling me a prude to calling me a pervert. Her comments stung; I was still uncomfortable with my sexuality in a lot of ways, and I thought I was some kind of a freak because a small minded, small town girl told me that I was."
David took my hand across the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"Cody," I continued, "was a regular customer at the store. He's a rancher with a horse farm that borders the town. I had seen him around a lot, because he was always picking up new things for the ranch. I had always been attracted to him, but I was too shy to have ever approached him. He happened to be one aisle away in the store, and he heard the whole conversation. He waited until Mike and Jamie left and then he approached me at the counter to check out. He saw the tears in my eyes and knew immediately what I was feeling. He recognized me for what I was before I even knew such a thing existed."
I took a deep breath and looked up at David.
"He looked right at me and told me very clearly that I was not a freak. He told me that I was beautiful and sexy, and he said that he wanted to prove it to me. He was eight years older than me so I was a little intimidated, but something in his voice made me want to understand what he was talking abou
t. He invited me to a campfire party that they were having out at the ranch that night, and I went. The rest is kinda’ history. He was my Dom until I left for school, and then we called it quits. He collared another sub and now I have you."
David looked at me for a minute processing everything I had told him.
"Was he only your Dom or did you have an emotional relationship with him as well?"
"It was purely physical. He made it very clear to me from the start, that our relationship would be one of teacher and student. He showed me what my body needed, and I gave him physical pleasure. We never kissed and we very rarely talked unless we were discussing a session."
"You say he collared another sub. Did he collar you?"
"No, we realized that our arrangement had a time limit. He trained me, but I did not belong to him in the way that I wish to belong to you."
David's lips curved up into a smile. "Thank you for explaining that to me, Kat."
"You're welcome." I glanced at my watch. I needed to get going, I had another class soon and I needed to get back to my dorm to get my books.
"One more thing before you go," he said.
"Yes?"
"I have an assignment for you." A playful smile crossed his lips, and I knew that I was in trouble.
"Am I to understand that you are giving me this assignment as my Dom?" I asked.
"Yes, Katlyn."
He called me Katlyn. I was instantly aroused. Cody's voice echoed in my head, different from David's but using my full name in the same context. My body understood the connection. Fuck. me. now.
I swallowed hard and lowered my eyes to the table. "How may I please you, Sir?"
"You recall the oral assignment we reviewed today in class, yes?" I nodded. "The presentations are due Friday, before we leave for the weekend."
He was correct. That was the Monday, Wednesday, Friday morning class that we shared. I hated oral presentations. He knew that. This could be difficult.
"The minimum required length of the presentation is five minutes. If I know you as well as I think I do, your presentation will be as close to five minutes as you can possibly manage."
He was right. I would say as little as I could and sit my ass back down.
"I want you to speak for seven minutes. The maximum length is eight, and I do not want you to go over, but I want you to use a full seven minutes. We both know that you have plenty to say, you simply choose not to remain in the spotlight any longer than you have to. You will endure the discomfort of public speaking for me."
I looked at the table. He made it sound so damn simple, but I really freaking hated being in front of a class.
"If you succeed," he continued. He leaned closer to me across the table and lowered his voice. "It will please me, and I will lick your pretty little cunt until you come all over my face."
I could feel the increase in my heart rate. God, the things he could do to me with just his voice.
"If you fail, you will scrub my mother's kitchen floor, naked, on your hands and knees."
He looked at me, his eyes stating a challenge. I thought about how it might feel to have his tongue on me. Was it worth an extra two minutes in front of a crowd to know what it was like? I was sure it was.
His punishment was creative. I had to give him that. To be honest though, it wasn't much of a punishment. That kitchen floor was incredibly clean anyway, so it was really a question of being naked and soapy on the floor under David's gaze. It was really quite erotic, and could be quite pleasurable if he wanted it to be.
I knew what he was trying to accomplish. I never scored as well on my verbal work as I did on my written work because my professors thought I should be able to do better, longer presentations. I took the lower grades without complaint because I still did fairly well, and I really didn't like verbal work.
David wanted to improve my score. This also meant that he probably wanted to lick my pussy, and he probably wanted to watch me wash the floor naked. This would work out well for him no matter what. I tried to keep my expression neutral, but I was sure I failed. I wanted to grin from ear to ear.
He was going to make an excellent Dom.
Chapter 19
We spent the rest of the weekend and the whole next week tiptoeing around each other. No one wanted to be the first to mention the elephant in the room. Its name was Richard, and it was one hell of an elephant.
David was adorably sweet to me, cooking meals, making my favorites, touching me gently, kissing me, and speaking words of affirmation and endearment in hushed tones. It was great, but it was painfully obvious that it was a result of our encounter with David's parents. He suddenly believed that I was made of glass, and he was handling me with extreme care.
I let it go for a week because I knew that he was not yet on stable ground. We didn't usually play in the middle of the week anyway because we were busy with work and school. Friday and Saturday, our usual days to vet our D/s relationship, came and went, but David never approached me as my Dom. When Sunday evening rolled around, I couldn't take it any more. I would not let that terrible man ruin my marriage, or my sex life. I wanted my husband back, and I wanted my Dom to come with him.
With the exception of the ten wimpy strokes he had given me last Friday, David hadn't spanked me in weeks. I was going positively mad. He was a fucking fabulous Dominant and he was allowing himself to atrophy because he was afraid of becoming his father. He was denying so many good things about himself because of his fear. Talk about throwing the baby out with the bath water.
I was going to have to do something. I just wasn't sure what.
I needed something that would flare his temper. Not enough to really piss him off, but something that was blatantly obvious. There were only a handful of things I could think of that really bugged him. He didn't like it when I interfered with his homework. He positively hated it when he thought I was being too flirtatious with another man. He couldn't stand to be called Dave. None of those things really seemed like good ideas right now though.
I paced around the house and considered my options. I stopped abruptly at the front door when I saw my answer lying on the welcome mat. I had a terrible habit of leaving my shoes all over the house, and it bugged the crap out of him. He was constantly complaining about tripping over them. I had gotten better about it because I knew it irritated him, but it was just what I needed right now.
He was in the living room watching the tail end of the Patriots game. There were a couple of minutes left - just enough time. I ran into the bedroom and pulled as many pairs of shoes out of the closet as I could find.
I really didn't have very many, at least not compared to some women, but it was enough for what I needed. I started by the door to the playroom and placed a shoe every four or five feet down the hallway. David was facing away from me, watching the game, so I crept as stealthily along behind him as I could. Knowing my clumsiness, I was sure to knock something over and ruin all of my efforts. I ended the shoe trail right beside the couch. There was no way he could miss this hint.
I made my way back up my shoe path to the bedrooms. I dropped my clothes in our room and pulled my hair up quickly into a messy ponytail. I put on a pair of fishnet thigh-high stockings and stepped into the only pair of shoes that I had not placed on the floor. They were my highest heels, a strappy pair that I had worn for New Years Eve last year. They drove David positively wild, or at least they had in the past.
I made my way into the playroom just as the game was ending. I put my hands above my head on the silver bar that we had mounted on one wall and waited. David would sometimes strap me to this bar to flog me standing up. He could do it this way or make me move. Either way, I couldn't send a clearer picture of what I wanted. I wanted him to punish me. Hard.
A moment later the tv shut off and the house was quiet. A moment after that, David swore. I felt a little guilty. I hadn't actually meant for him to hurt himself on my shoes. I hoped whichever one he tripped over was not a sharp heel.
> "Kat?" I heard from down the hall. He had clearly found my breadcrumbs.
The house was quiet for a moment and then his beautiful laugh rang out. I didn't turn to look, but I knew he was standing in the doorway to the playroom laughing. I hadn't heard him laugh quiet so hard in a long time and it was absolutely infectious. I gave in and laughed with him as I turned to face him.
His laughter wasn't exactly the reaction that I had hoped for, but at least it was a reaction. He had to acknowledge now that we were missing something from our relationship. When his laughter finally subsided he looked up at me gasping and brushing the tears from his eyes.
"Oh God, Kat," he said, still clutching his stomach from his fit. His eyes raked over my body, naked except for the shoes and stockings. "Fuck, sweetheart. You couldn't have just asked me to spank you?"
I blushed and shrugged my shoulders. I hadn't really thought of that.
"Come here." I crossed the room to him. He pulled me out into the hall and kissed me gently on the lips.
"Oh, Kat, what am I to do with you?" he teased.
Tears stung my eyes. I felt a combination of embarrassment, fear, and relief. I didn't quite know how to process it all.
"I miss you," I said. "I need my husband and my Dominant. Please don't let him do this to us. Don't reject me." I clung to his soft cotton shirt and hid my face in his neck. I was so afraid that I was losing him, losing everything we'd built together.
"I know, baby," he whispered into my hair. "I'm here. I'll always be here. No one is going to take you away from me. I wasn't rejecting you. I just wanted to give you time before I placed unnecessary expectations on you. I can see how that was a mistake. You need a hard session don't you?"
I nodded my head and clung to him. His words brought such relief to me mentally, but physically I was a ball of nerves. I didn't know what to do, how to behave. I was horny and frustrated, and I was depending on him to lead me.
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