Waves of delicious warmth lapped over her in time to the rhythm of his tongue. He licked away her cream and prolonged the orgasm. When her clit tried to hide, he pinched it to draw it out of its protective hood. Tremors shook the insides of her thighs as the stimulation reached the point where it was too much.
Just as she opened her mouth to beg, he stopped. Sort of.
Something settled against her clit. It was large and round, squishing against the tip of her nub and extending almost to her vaginal opening. Cold jelly covered it.
Keith appeared near her face. Her juices glistened from his lips and chin, and the scent of her musk permeated the small amount of air between them. He planted a kiss on her cheek.
“A little-known fact, Kitty Kat. A woman’s clit is a larger, ovoid structure. What we think of as the clit is actually the tip. The rest of the muscle stretches down in two strips around the urethra, meeting up again just above the opening of the vagina. The best orgasms come from remembering to stimulate the entire area.”
No wonder he was such a good lover. He knew more about her body than she did. What he said made sense. When she masturbated, she concentrated on the areas that felt good, and she didn’t limit her forays to her clit or her vagina.
“This pretty pink vibrator is the size of a baseball. It’s fitted to a mount that’s welded to the crossbars of the table. It’s not going anywhere, my sweet, sweet Kat. There’s no escape.” The cocky smile accompanying his speech sent a thrill of helplessness down her spine. Every nerve ending prickled to life, and gooseflesh traveled up her neck and down her legs.
He leaned over her. She heard a click, the flick of a switch, and the thing between her legs hummed to life. It pulsed, simulating fucking her differently from the way the TENS pads had. This device came into direct contact with her pussy, and it was mercilessly automated. She whimpered at the intensity as it pummeled her clit, forcing it back into the game.
Keith sat back and watched her, his hungry gaze roaming her body and coming to rest frequently on her face. She realized he planned to watch her climax, so she rested her head back down on the bench and gave herself over to enjoying the sensations her voyeuristic Master wanted her to feel.
The languor of her last orgasm hadn’t quite faded. The gentle whisper of pleasure grew, fed by the special vibrating machine. She wanted to grind against it, to control the buildup and release. At most, she managed to flex the muscles of her inner thighs a few times.
When she had acclimated to the pulse setting, he switched it to a steady vibration strong enough that she felt it in her ass and thighs. That steady upward climb took on a new urgency, and the need to rock against it became almost unbearable. Energy she would have expended that way became trapped in her pussy, and she cried out as another climax broke.
This time, she didn’t labor under the delusion that he would remove the device once it had delivered. He wanted to torture her with orgasms. He wouldn’t free her until she’d had as many as he wanted her to have. She took comfort from the brutal honesty of the pleasure he took in watching her submission.
As the next orgasm loomed on the horizon, he stroked his hand over the bulge in his shorts. “I can’t tell you how many times today I wanted to take you into your bedroom and make you come. Watching you masturbate in the shower this morning was one of the most erotic things I think I’ve ever seen. However, my sweet Kitty Kat, your orgasms belong to me. You will have them at my discretion. Tonight you’ll learn what happens when you fail to secure permission.”
Katrina didn’t know whether his words, his tone, or the steady pass of his hand over his cock drove her need the most. She craved his touch. Not only did he deny it, he taunted her with the velvet of his voice and the sight of his cock, so close yet completely out of reach. She whimpered, begging for it.
He unzipped his shorts and eased them down to draw out his erection. She wanted him to remove his shirt again, but he didn’t seem so inclined. Another denial.
His wonderful hands with their strong, tapered fingers wrapped around his cock, pumping up and down. He lifted his hips, thrusting into his palm, again tormenting her by performing an action she desperately wanted to do.
“Please.” The word creaked forth from her dry lips. “You already punished me for coming without permission.”
Those gorgeous green eyes fell to half-mast, and he lifted one side of his mouth in a sinful grin. “This, my dear, is discipline, not punishment.”
As that tidbit dropped into place, she realized he wasn’t giving her a free pass because the day had been so stressful. In a way, she was grateful that he wasn’t treating her differently from the way he’d intended. She’d asked to be trained, and he was following through with his promise.
He stood, and his shorts fell to the floor. With one graceful motion, he shucked his shirt to stand before her with nothing on his wickedly handsome body. “Beg, Kitty Kat. Tell me what you most desire.”
She wanted so much. How could he possibly take her in every orifice at once? “I want you, Keith. I want to feel you sliding in and out of my pussy, my ass, and my mouth. I want you to take me hard and soft, fast and slow, all at the same time. I want to feel you on every part of me, to know every inch of my body belongs to you.”
When he didn’t immediately reply, not even to laugh at her impossible demands, she craned her neck to look up at him. The shuttered expression he’d adopted more often than not had slipped away. He regarded her with open appreciation and unadulterated reverence.
Another climax loomed. She tried to fight it, but her struggle was deliciously futile. As it pummeled her, the low growl of his tone reached her ears. “You belong to me.”
“Yes.” She repeated the affirmation over and over, a response to his statement and to the bliss suffusing her limbs, making them heavy and useless, not that she could move them anyway.
He reached down, and she felt the hard pinch of his fingers on her nipples. The waves of her orgasm grew, sweeping her up the sheer face of another cliff before she could completely fall from the previous one.
Leaning over her, he reached around and plucked at the other one, subjecting both stiff peaks to the same mercilessness. That invisible connection sprang to life. She tried to squirm, only to be reminded once again of her situation. The ropes on her arms and wrists dug into her skin, another piece in the complicated pain puzzle falling into place.
She screamed. Tears leaked from her eyes, a reaction to the maelstrom inside and the vulnerability inherent in her surrender. The smoothness of the ropes scraping against her skin helped anchor her as the rest of her body drifted away.
For several moments, she felt as if she were outside her body, looking down on the bound and sated woman below. She observed Keith’s satisfied expression and how it morphed into ruthlessness as he rounded the table to stand behind her once more.
He swiped at the juices running in rivers down the insides of her thighs and rubbed the natural lubricant into the tight ring of muscle guarding her ass. Soon he positioned his cockhead at her back entrance. Now she understood the full reason he had tied her at this end of the table. It afforded access to anything he wanted, and she had no say in the matter. Not that she wanted one.
Her body was becoming acclimated to the steady vibrations rocking her most intimate tissues. She would have to concentrate hard to have another orgasm, and the inert pressure of the tip of Keith’s cock at her anus distracted her in a big way. Would he take it slow, tease her by withholding more of what she wanted, or would he ream her like last time?
Just when she thought she might go insane from not knowing, he pressed forward. She exhaled, relaxing those muscles to admit the pleasure he brought.
“Tighten around me, Kitty Kat.”
Though reluctant to hurt him, she did as he asked. As she clenched, it changed the tenor of the vibrating ball curving against the flesh of her pussy. New life breathed into her tired, overstimulated clit, and she felt the stirrings of yet another climax. T
his one she wasn’t sure she wanted to have. She didn’t know what else he had planned, but if he kept this up, she wouldn’t be awake for it. Already her serotonin levels were high, combating the endorphin rush from the flogging.
He set a leisurely pace. She experimented with how tight to hold him, noting when his moans and grunts changed to indicate lessening or increasing enjoyment. She wanted to pleasure him, to show him how much she appreciated what he’d done for her. That meant learning his tells, like how he gripped her hips harder when he lost himself in the bliss or how he went completely silent when he was about to explode.
Sharp tingles rocketed up her spine, and the vibrator seemed to slow down to pulse in time to Keith’s rhythm. Heat, both frozen and liquid, flooded her body, and she lost the ability to control any of her muscles. With another loud cry, she came. The climax went on and on, throbbing and pounding. She lost track of where she was and even who she was. The world shrank, and she only knew the point where she and Keith came together.
She woke up on a massage table. Keith had a cloth pressed between her legs. It was soft and cool, exactly what her overused pussy needed. Bits of orgasm pulsed every now and again, a pleasant reminder of her first time in his dungeon.
The soft lights illuminated enough for her to know they were in a different room. It was small, barely large enough to be a utility room. Other than the massage table, cabinets occupying two corners were the only furniture. Two closed doors told her nothing, but the absence of windows told her they were still in his basement.
A spitting sound let her know he’d squirted something from a bottle. Then his hands were on the abused skin of her ass, anointing the tenderized flesh with something soothing. As he worked his way up her body, the pressure of his caresses increased until he was massaging her muscles. She groaned when he got to her shoulders. After having spent who knew how long in a raised and bent position, her muscles screamed in protest.
“I know, Kitty Kat. The more we do this, the easier it will be to hold those positions for longer and longer periods of time.”
Longer? She’d been stuck that way for at least an hour. She wasn’t complaining—not by a long shot—but she wasn’t looking forward to finding out what he meant by a longer period of time. The massage felt wonderful, though. By the time he’d finished pampering her arms and legs, she felt like jelly. Put her in any container, and she’d assume that shape.
“Thank you, Keith. I’m so glad you changed your mind. I can’t imagine being with anyone else like this.” Not only could she not imagine it, she didn’t want to try.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her to one of the doors. In lieu of a response, he kissed her forehead and bent his knees to reach the doorknob.
EMOTION CHOKED KEITH’S throat, closing it so tightly that he couldn’t utter a single word. He hugged her closer to his body. In all the years he’d been a man, he’d never once taken care of a sub the way he’d just pampered Kat. Sure, he washed them down and put arnica or something similar on their skin to make sure it healed without problems, but it had always been a clinical thing, like cleaning the dishes when he finished eating.
This was different. He’d thoroughly enjoyed every second of aftercare. He loved the soft glide of her skin under his hands, feeling the tightness in her shoulders yield to his ministrations. Those muted sounds of contentment she’d made winnowed a path directly into his core and made him want things he knew better than to want.
He carried her up two flights of stairs and set her gently in his bed. Her olive skin popped against the pale blue sheets. She gazed up at him with no small amount of wonder and adoration in her eyes. At that precise moment, his life changed. He accepted the inevitable. There was no way in hell he would ever let her go. The foreign feelings she generated terrified him, but he no longer wanted to fight them.
Lost to emotion and completely powerless to do anything else, he turned off the lights, crawled into bed, and made love to her. No restraints, no domination or submission, just reverent caresses and quiet, whispered praises.
Chapter Eight
Keith wasn’t there when she woke the next morning. Sunlight peeked around the edges of the blinds, and the digital clock across the room indicated that she’d slept for almost ten hours.
The scene had been incredible. Though she was sore, her skin didn’t chafe or burn the way she thought it might after having been so thoroughly flogged. Keith’s scent suffused the bedding. It was in her pillow, on the sheets, and in the comforter. She indulged herself for a few seconds by burying her face in his pillow and inhaling his purely male scent.
Then she made the bed and headed for the shower. She had to meet her mother, cousin, and aunt for brunch in a little over an hour. She didn’t know where Keith was, but she reasoned that he wouldn’t let her go there alone. For better or worse, he’d taken the job of being her personal bodyguard.
It didn’t escape her notice that he’d dropped the parts of his dominant attitude to which she’d objected. He’d stepped up to embody the man she both liked and admired. This was the man who’d fed her morning shower fantasies for a decade.
Halfway through her shower, while she was rinsing conditioner from her hair, she noted his silhouette on the other side of the beveled glass shower door. Because she knew how much he liked to watch, she slid her hand down her body, over her breasts, and across her stomach, ending between her legs.
The effects of the vibrator hadn’t lasted long after he’d stopped the device. Her pussy wasn’t as sore this morning as she’d thought it would be. He’d been decidedly gentle and loving when he’d taken her in his bed.
He neither moved nor said a word, and she was loath to break the silence. It seemed naughtier to know he was there without acknowledging the fact he was watching her masturbate.
Tendrils of heat coiled, ready to spring loose. It wasn’t close to the caliber of orgasm he gave her, but it was an orgasm, one of those things good at any size. This time she remembered to ask. “May I come, Keith? Please?”
“Yes.” His strong voice carried the assurance that he thoroughly enjoyed witnessing her completion.
She gave in to the delicious release. When she stepped from the shower, she found him waiting with a soft, oversize towel held wide open.
He wrapped it around her and held her in his arms. “Good morning, Kitty Kat.”
Reluctant to lean her wet head against his chest, she settled for planting a kiss on his neck and inhaling his heated scent. He smelled like coffee and fabric softener and something distinctly Keith. She was addicted to that last fragrance. Maybe the first one too. It was awfully strong.
He reached back with one hand and produced a steaming mug. “I brought you coffee, but I didn’t bother with breakfast. Your mother called to make sure you were still coming today. I told her I would have you there on time.”
Katrina lifted her head to regard him with a questioning gaze. “My mother called you to ask about me?”
He nodded stiffly. “I already talked to Malcolm this morning. We’ve analyzed the footage from last night and found nothing suspicious. Mal told your parents what happened. They’re worried. He assured them that neither he nor I will be leaving you unprotected until that bastard is behind bars.”
Now it was her turn to stiffen. It was one thing for them to all know she’d stayed the night with Keith. He had two guest bedrooms, and she’d stayed here before. “Malcolm is here?”
Keith shook his head. “We’re streaming the footage on a secure line.”
“So Malcolm saw me leave with you.” The leaving together part didn’t worry her. The parts where Keith kept a proprietary hand on her lower back did. He wasn’t the kind of person who went out of his way to have physical contact with anyone, which magnified the significance of the gesture. And had his hand strayed down to squeeze her recently disciplined ass?
His mouth tightened. He released her from his hold and stepped back. “He’s not stupid, Kat. He’s going to figure it out
eventually. If he asks, I won’t lie to him.”
A cool breeze, generated by his swift change in demeanor, rushed at her. She didn’t expect him to lie outright, though she fully acknowledged omission as a form of lying. Rubbing the towel over her body, she dried herself with quick efficiency. Then she squeezed excess water from her hair. “I just don’t want to be the cause of him getting mad at you again. He’s spent years warning me away from you.”
Keith chuckled, but it was the unhappy kind. “And he’s forbidden me to date you. I don’t blame him. I have serious reservations about you seeing someone like me.”
Training and dating were two completely different animals. She paused in her drying ritual to look at him. “So now we’re dating?”
His nod was brief and curt. Because she recognized the anxiety behind his stoic mask, she wasn’t offended by his brusqueness. It explained the tenderness of his lovemaking the night before. She was making headway faster than she’d expected.
Knowing he wouldn’t want her to make a big deal out of it, she put on her bra and a sundress before throwing her arms and legs around him. As if he expected her attack, he was ready, and he caught her with ease.
“I always wanted to date you.”
He gazed deep into her eyes, the gravity of his seriousness no match for the brief smile her confession elicited. “I’m not going to hide it, Kat. Your brother might get mad at us both, but I’m not going to pretend you mean nothing to me.”
A stone formed in the pit of her stomach. He might think he could ride out Malcolm’s ire, but Katrina feared her brother would see it as a betrayal. All along, she had thought Keith could and would keep their changed relationship a secret. He tended not to be forthcoming with details about his romantic involvements. It wasn’t that he hid anything, just that he didn’t talk about it.
She appreciated his position on the issue and what it meant. He was in this for the long haul, and she knew he’d never opened himself to anyone like this before. She had to honor that.
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