Kat stirred in my arms. She blinked her eyes and looked up at me. "Good morning, Katlyn."
She blushed sheepishly, "I guess I fell asleep?"
I nodded. "How do you feel?" I smoothed my hand over her ass. The redness was mostly gone.
"Better, thank you," she said. She rubbed her legs together and shifted her position.
"Are you ready to thank me properly?" I asked, lowering my voice to a more arousing level.
"Yes, Sir," she answered. "How may I please you?"
I would never tire of hearing that. I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor. My pants soon followed. Typically I didn't undress when I was acting as Kat's Dom, but I wanted to feel her silky stockings and fuck me heels. Thank God for whoever invented thigh-highs. Hottest fucking thing ever.
I propped myself up against some pillows as she sat patiently and waited for my instructions.
"Come," I commanded. "I want you to ride me."
She scrambled to comply, putting her knees on either side of my hips.
"Kiss me."
She leaned into me and pressed her lips to mine. Her nipples hardened against my chest. I put my hands on her hips and held her away from my cock. I wasn't ready for that yet.
I held her still and teased her with my tongue and lips. She tugged on my hair and tried to pull me closer. I growled at her, which only seemed to make her hotter. She rubbed her tits against my chest and rocked her hips on my thighs. I moved my hands from her hips to her breasts. I pinched gently on her nipples and tugged at them. She moaned into my mouth and swiped her tongue across my bottom lip. Fuck she tasted so good. Part of me just wanted to keep her here, kissing her and teasing her for hours, but my cock disagreed.
I lowered my hands to her sweet ass and gently cupped her sore flesh. She took my lead and lifted herself onto my waiting erection. We both groaned as she took me in. The velvet walls of her sweet cunt were like heaven, and I told her so as she ground herself on me. I licked and sucked at her nipples while she bounced up and down on my length.
I needed more. I wanted to drive into her and feel her struggle under the weight of my body as I pinned her to the mattress. Without losing contact, I sat forward and rolled over her so that her head was close to the foot of the bed. I increased the pace and the pressure, fucking her hard. I held her down with one hand on her hip and the other on the opposite shoulder keeping her stationary and forcing her to take every inch of me.
She wrapped those sexy legs around me, and I thought I would lose it when her heels dug into my ass. I fucking loved those shoes. I removed my hand from her hip long enough to tuck it under her knee and lift her leg over my shoulder. She squealed as her ass came in contact with my thighs, but I only drove her harder. I licked her graceful anklebone and then nuzzled her calf. Her legs were definitely one of my favorite parts.
I let the power and eroticism of the moment take me over. I relished in her sexy cries as she bucked and writhed beneath me. Her pussy was so fucking perfect. So good. I leaned forward putting more of my weight on her and changing the angle of my hips. I gave into the frenzy and let go of my self-control fucking her with wild abandon.
I fucked her closer and closer to the edge of the bed until her head was hanging off the end, and she was fisting her hands in the comforter to hold on. She was begging now. Pleading with me to grant her orgasm. I ignored her and used her body for my own pleasure. I bit down hard on the spot where her neck met her shoulder, and she cried out. The desperation in her cry was too much for me, and I barely choked out an order for her to come before I allowed myself the release that I so desperately craved, falling over the edge in ecstasy.
She contracted and shook around me as I softened inside her. I pulled away from her slowly and collapsed in a sweaty pile beside her. She was right. I had been too easy on her recently. I had forgotten how fulfilling a good hard fuck was.
After a few minutes, when I had caught my breath, I lifted her from the bed and carried her into the bathroom. I cleaned us both up with a warm wet towel and then took her to our bedroom. As I cradled her in my arms and drifted to sleep, I wondered how I could have been so blessed as to find her.
Chapter 22
I almost wished that the car ride had been longer. I would never grow tired of talking with David. He asked the most insightful questions in the subtlest of ways, and he had such a playful air about him as he answered my questions.
I was so glad that he wanted to try to have a dating relationship and a D/s relationship because I knew that I was falling hard for him. There was no way that I could keep my emotions out of this for long.
When we arrived, David again checked to see if I was hungry, but I wasn't. I was far too excited to be concerned with something so trivial as food. So instead, he led me upstairs to the bedroom where we had spent the night the previous weekend.
"Shower with me?" he asked. It was not a command, but it didn't need to be. I could think of nothing better than a naked, wet David Paulson. He grabbed a couple of fluffy towels from the linen closet and turned on the water.
"Don't move," he said gently. I held still as requested.
The bathroom filled with steam as he undressed me. It took a painstakingly long time. His fingers brushed along my skin leaving trails of fire everywhere. When I was finally naked, he stripped himself in front of me. I studied his body carefully as he revealed it to me. How many times had I dreamed of this? He caught me working over his body with my hungry eyes and smirked at me.
"See something you like?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Get in." He held the shower curtain back for me. I stepped under the warm stream of water. Perfect temperature.
He followed after me and brought his hands to my hips, pulling me in close and wetting his body. He handed me a bar of soap and a washcloth and told me to wash him. I did as commanded starting with his chiseled chest.
I ran my hands over his strong arms, and well defined shoulders. I resisted the urge to run my tongue along the muscle lines in his abs. Fuck he was perfect. He had a sexy little happy trail of hair that led the way to his thick manhood. I ignored his erection momentarily and knelt down to wash his feet.
He lifted each leg so that I could wash his feet and up his calves. He had strong, muscled legs. I wondered if he ran. He obviously did something to stay in shape. His body was beautifully muscled without being overly bulky. He had graceful lines, like a ballerina, but firm, well defined, and unmistakably masculine.
When I had washed up his thighs, he put his hands in my hair. His beautiful cock was inches from my lips, and I yearned to suck him, pleasure him. I could imagine how his hard length would feel between my lips. My tongue darted out involuntarily to wet them.
"Do you want to suck me, Katlyn?"
"Yes, Sir." My voice sounded weak to my own ears. I was already lost in his spell.
He kept one hand in my hair and used the other to press the head of his cock against my lips. A drop of pre-cum appeared there, and I darted out my tongue to catch it. He hissed in pleasure and tightened his grip on my tresses.
"Lick me," he ordered. I did as he asked. Laving every inch of his cock with my tongue.
I began to stroke his legs with my hands, but he stopped me. "Hands behind your back."
I laced my fingers together behind me and offered him my body to be used in anyway he wished. He pushed the head of his cock into my waiting mouth, and I closed my lips around him, sucking him greedily.
"Good," he said. He rocked his hips, slowly fucking my mouth while I hummed around him and used my tongue to stimulate the sensitive underside. His hard length felt wonderful in my mouth and grew more and more exited with each noise that he made. I loved the reactions that I got from him and basked in his praise. He steadily increased his pace.
I knew that he was close when he pushed even deeper into my throat and grunted. I redoubled my efforts trying to bring him the pleasure that he sought.
"Fuck, sweetheart. Such a good litt
le slut. Swallow for me." I took one last breath through my nose, and he filled my mouth with his hot cum. I sucked him dry and then released him from my mouth.
He stepped back and rested his head against the shower wall. "Fuck girl," he said with his eyes closed. "You've got one hell of a talented mouth."
His words were like warm sunshine pouring through the window of my soul.
"Stand."
I stood up and he picked up the washcloth that I'd long forgotten about. He washed me quickly, but thoroughly, in a manner that wasn't really sensual but left my body humming with pleasure anyway. He could do no wrong with those hands. He rinsed both of us efficiently and turned off the flow. He dried me slowly and wrapped a towel around my long, dripping hair. When I was taken care of, he wrapped his own towel around his waist.
He spread another towel on the long granite counter top and then patted it with his hand. "Up on the counter," he said.
I was a little confused. When I didn't comply he gave me a stern look.
"Sit on the towel, Katlyn."
Oh. Why?
I didn't have time to figure it out. I lifted myself onto the ledge and scooted back on the towel. He repositioned me, so that I was half-facing the sink. He spread my legs and gently fingered my pussy.
"I prefer," he said reaching for something in the vanity, "to have you bare. I don't care what you do on the week days, but on the weekends that we plan to come here, I will expect you to shave or wax."
I swallowed hard. Was he going to shave me? I tried to control my breathing. I was mostly shaved anyway, but I kept a light landing strip of hair, feeling too exposed when completely smooth. I was terrified and aroused at the same time. I trusted him, but still the thought of a sharp razor in someone else's hands was unnerving.
He produced a can of shaving cream and straight razor.
"Keep your legs spread wide and don't move." He pulled the towel, and I came forward with it to the edge of the counter. He positioned me so that he had full access to my pussy.
He talked to me as he lathered me up telling me how beautiful I was and how he was proud of my behavior. I relaxed and focused on the feel of his gentle hands and the sound of his voice.
"You may close your eyes if you prefer," he said.
I did prefer. It was too intimidating to watch.
"Thank you, Sir."
I closed my eyes and focused on holding still. He started at the top gently removing the hair one stroke at a time. He handled the razor with such calculated precision. It was obvious that he must shave himself this way as well. I controlled my breathing and listened to the soft scraping of the razor as he lifted it and then rinsed the shaving cream down the sink. His fingers parted my folds as he worked his way lower. The keen edge of his blade worked from the outside in.
I grew more and more aroused as he probed me softly with his fingers. He had an absolute mastery of both the razor and my emotions. He pushed two fingers slowly into my sex and pumped them in and out. I resisted the urge to lift my hips. He set the razor down with the other hand and I opened my eyes.
"Good girl," he said. He used a warm washcloth to wipe away the excess shaving cream, and he returned the razor to the cabinet.
He stepped in between my legs and pressed his body against mine. He kissed my lips softly before pulling back. I wanted more. I always wanted more.
"Are you ready for your reward?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Go lay down on my bed."
I slid off the counter and walked to the bedroom. I lay down in the middle of the bed and waited for him to come out of the bathroom. He did so a minute later with a couple of black straps in his hands. I couldn't see it well from my position, but it appeared to be a restraint system.
Waiting patiently, I watched as he made adjustments to the straps and then attached them to the headboard. He bound my wrists together above my head with a short strap. He then took two identical longer loops and pulled them down. He put my foot through the loop and secured it around the bend in my knee effectively forcing me to keep my leg up and bent. He did the same on the other side.
"This is called frog tying," he explained, "because you're legs resemble a frogs when they are up and bent like this. You should have some range of motion, but you should not be able to lower or close your legs. Can you?"
I tried. I could not. "No, Sir."
"Good. Is anything pinching or cutting off circulation?"
"No, Sir," I replied. I appreciated his checking. It was clear that he had never used this system before, and he wanted to make sure that I was safe.
He crawled between my legs and put his hands on the mattress on either side of my waist. The tops of his thighs pressed against my core, and his cock lay against my belly. He lowered himself, holding the bulk of his weight on his arms, and kissed me. His sweet tongue slipped into my mouth, and I sucked on it lightly.
He slowly worked his way down my body using his hands and mouth to set me aflame with desire. He tugged at my nipples with his teeth and blew cool air across my stomach. By the time he reached my pussy I was ready to explode. My nipples ached, and I was straining against my bonds needing to feel more of him.
"You may come as you wish," he instructed before licking the whole length of my slit from my ass all the way up to my clit. I moaned in delight. It felt like his rough tongue was everywhere giving me pleasure like I'd never experienced. He fucked me with his tongue and licked me thoroughly before slipping two fingers into my aching core. I tightened my muscles around his fingers and tried to get him to pump me harder.
He lapped at my clit with his tongue and curled his fingers inside of me. He drove me higher and higher with every stroke. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I fought uselessly to free myself. The restraints bit into my flesh, and I held onto the pain, using it to spike the pleasure.
He added a third finger and fucked me more roughly. Sucking hard on my clit and reaching deep with those long talented fingers.
When his teeth grazed my clit I could hold on no longer. I screamed my release and exploded around his fingers. He lapped at my juices until I stopped shuddering. He released my legs, and they fell uselessly to the bed. When he kissed me sweetly, I licked my own essence from his lips.
"I am very proud of you, Katlyn. Your speech was excellent, and you have exceeded my expectations."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Will you come downstairs and have dinner with me now? There are things we need to discuss." I nodded my agreement, and he released me from the straps.
"Are you more comfortable dressing for dinner?" he asked.
"What ever you prefer, Sir."
"No, I'm asking you as David, not your Dom. I want you to be comfortable for this discussion."
"Oh," I replied, I spotted his button down shirt in a pile on the floor by the bathroom. "Can I wear your shirt?" I smiled at him.
"Sure," he said. He retrieved it and held it up for me to put my arms in. He buttoned a few of the buttons keeping it closed, but I knew that it was hiding little. It smelled just like him, wonderful.
He pulled his jeans back on with no underwear, and we made our way downstairs. I was famished. We'd worked up quite an apatite after all.
Chapter 23
Fuck my ass was sore. I rolled over onto my stomach avoiding rubbing my tender backside on the bed. The space beside me was empty. I could hear David moving around in the kitchen. I smacked the alarm clock and got up. Work wouldn’t wait.
I felt better after a shower and some fresh clothes. I was sore, but it wasn't unbearable. Thank God teachers stood for most of the day anyway.
David kissed me good morning and handed me a cup of coffee. I was incredibly grateful.
I drove to work and had a pretty productive day with the kids. I assigned homework, which meant I would have papers to grade this week, but it was a necessary part of the job.
I had a prep period in the afternoons. I usually spent the time going over the next day’s plans or g
rading previous homework. Today, however, my principal, showed up at my classroom door. Dr. Ross and I had always gotten along fairly well, but we had a rather formal relationship as boss and employee. He was a big help in dealing with unruly students or parents, but we spoke little outside of that and staff meetings. He was a fatherly type and about the same age as my own father would have been, if he were still alive.
"Ms. Lake, may I speak to you for a moment?"
"Of course Dr. Ross, how can I help you?"
"Is it true that you plan to leave us?"
Plan to leave? Why would he think that?
"Um, no, it isn't true, Sir. I'm afraid that I don't know to what you are referring."
"I received a phone call this morning from a Mr. David Paulson. He claimed to be your fiancé, and he was inquiring about the state of your financial affairs, as you would be leaving us in the middle of the school year to plan a wedding. He wanted to make arrangements for your benefits."
"What?" I asked. My mind was going a million miles a minute. It couldn't have been David. It had to have been Richard, trying to stir up trouble. David would never do that without consulting me first.
"Are you engaged to be married, Ms. Lake?"
Fuck. My marriage status was none of his business.
"Um, no Sir, and even if I was, I would not leave my job to plan a wedding. I can assure you that I will be here through the end of the school year. I am very committed to my students and my position."
"I'm sure you are, which is why I came to you right away. You know that this news was quite a shock to me. Do you know this Mr. Paulson?"
"Yes, Sir. I do. I'll have a discussion with him regarding his calling my workplace, but I would appreciate it if you would refuse any future calls from him. My financial affairs and employment are no one's business but my own. Could you just tell him that the school has a privacy policy or something? Should he happen to call back?"
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