Kate / Katherine

by Jilly Bowling

  “Well you must enjoy your work, or why do it?”

  “It’s a very well paid job to do. I’m an actress, I don’t have to enjoy it,” she told him.

  “And yet you enjoyed being a sub with me. You weren’t acting, if you were, you should get an oscar!”

  “You really are a big headed bugger aren’t you?” snapped.

  “No, but I know what I want and at the moment I want you. I have a proposition for you.” Damien said completely in control of his temper.

  “The answer is no, find somebody else to beat.” Then Kate realised that her voice had got louder, and she glanced around.

  The maitre d’ came over and asked Damien if everything was alright.

  “Yes thank you. We are discussing business and I’m afraid that in some areas we disagree.”

  The waiter removed their starter dishes and they sat quietly sipping their wine. Once their main courses were served Damien smiled at Kate. “I don’t want to beat you; I want to fuck you, over and over again.”

  Kate gulped.

  “Listen to what I propose Kate. I’ll give you plenty of time to think about it, and if after reasonable thought, you say no, I’ll never bother you again.”

  Cutting into her duck, with cherry ju, Kate took her time. Eating slowly she looked at Damien, chewing and swallowing, she once again slowly licked her lips.

  He watched her with a gentle smile.

  “Well, are you going to tell me your proposition?” she asked.

  “You want me to tell you what I want, here in public?” Damien queried.

  “Yes, where else?” she snapped.

  Damien frowned and raised an eyebrow, looking straight into Kate’s eyes. Kate’s stomach did a backflip and she swallowed a piece of duck too quickly, she started to choke on the food and Damien got up and went to pat her back. Offering her a napkin and a glass of water he continued to rub her back until she was breathing normally. The maitre d’ came over to help, but Damien told him that Kate had laughed, it was his fault, and she was alright now.

  Drinking the water, Kate gave herself a good talking to. ‘Get a grip. Belle’s right, I’m a professional, use him. Get him out of your system.’

  “Are you alright now Katherine?” Damien asked.

  “Yes, I’m fine thank you. Where do you suggest we discuss your proposition, if not here?”

  “I suppose my hotel is out of the question?” he asked.

  Kate thought about it. It was the sensible place to discuss a sexual proposition. He did have a suite so they wouldn’t be in the bedroom.

  “O.K., your suite. But I have to let Cynthia know. It’s necessary that she knows where I am.” Kate told him.

  “Good, then let’s enjoy this beautifully prepared food, and talk about something else.”

  So Kate asked him what he did for a living and he told her he bought, redeveloped and sold property. Then he said that he was relocating to Britain and had just bought a house in Windsor; the work he was having done was nearly finished and he’d be glad to get out of the hotel, he was a bit of a homebird really.

  ‘Bloody hell.’ Kate thought ‘He’s richer than I thought.’

  He was interested in Kate, her upbringing and education. Didn’t question why she was working as a call girl and was sorry to hear that her mother had died, of cancer, four years before. When he asked about her father she shrugged her shoulders, she saw him rarely but they talked occasionally; he’d married again and had two young children.

  She was surprised how easy he was to talk to, and what good company he was. He was pleased to discover that she had been well educated with a moderate degree in business studies. She was also well mannered and had class, but with a cheeky natural humour and quick repartee. After a delicious main course, Damien chose cheese and fruit and Kate had crème brulee. Finally they had coffee and suddenly Kate realised that the meal was over.

  Handing over his card Damien asked her if she had a wrap; when she said no, he frowned but said nothing. As they walked through the restaurant heads turned to watch them, both male and female. In her high heels Kate stalked ahead of Damien, her luxurious auburn hair was wild and sexy, as was her makeup, but she looked sophisticated and classy with a haughty tilt to her chin.

  Following her, Damien attracted the attention of every woman in the room, old or young. Well over six feet tall, his muscular shoulders showed to perfection under his expensive bespoke jacket. A firm square jaw, clean shaven, with a deep dimple in his chin. Full sensuous, but occasionally cruel looking lips under a perfectly shaped nose, with amber coloured widely spaced eyes. When he was angry his eyes darkened and showed a cold golden glint, and when he laughed they sparkled wickedly. All rounded off with a deep forehead and thick black hair, neatly styled and groomed.

  A perfect couple in their attractiveness.

  As they walked out of the hotel a car pulled up, and Damien ushered her into it. Kate sat demurely smoothing her dress over her legs looking straight ahead. Watching her out of the corner of his eye Damien took in her beautiful face. Wide spaced almond shaped dark green eyes sat either side of a slightly upturned nose. Sweet soft lips above a determined chin, all framed by abundant auburn hair. Her skin was flawless and naturally tanned, and she smelled beautiful, flower fresh mixed with a sultry female odour.

  ‘God he wanted this woman, wanted to possess her completely, bend her to his will, while still enjoying her feisty nature.’

  He realised that he would have to proceed slowly; she needed to be trained to enjoy submitting completely to his desires. The very thought of what he would like to do to and with her, made him harden, and he shifted slightly to free himself. Kate glanced at him, and he turned to her and smiled, “Would you like to phone Cynthia now?”

  “Oh yes, good idea,” and Kate opened her phone.

  “Hi Kate, what’s up?”

  “ I’m just letting you know that I’m with Damien Masters, going to his hotel. I’ll phone Bob when I need picking up.”

  “My god, how did that happen? Are you OK?”

  “I’ll speak to you tomorrow, I’m good. Bye Cynth.” Kate hung up.

  “What is Cynthia, a madam, pimp, what?” Damien frowned.

  “Cynthia is a sixty year old grandmother. She has the phone that myself and seven other girls use for business. Cynthia takes any enquiries and rings whoever she thinks is right for the job.”

  “Your customers pay her. How much does she keep?”

  “You are too nosy. We pay her a wage and that is all she gets. We individually, get whatever we earn.”

  “Your charges are higher than most.” Damien commented.

  Kate smiled at him sweetly “We are la crème de la crème. Nearly all of my business is regular clients.”

  “And yet you agreed to take me on.” Damien raised an eyebrow at her.

  Kate sighed “ Mmm, Cynthia talked me into it. To be honest I was surprised, Doms usually keep their subs on tap. We’ve never been asked for one before.”

  “Ah I see,” was all Damien said.

  They drew up at the hotel and the driver came round and opened the door. Damien took her hand as she got out and held her elbow as they walked into the hotel, he nodded at the receptionist and they entered the lift. As they ascended to his floor, Kate felt herself becoming nervous. The pure sexuality of the man seemed to surround her and she could feel herself getting hot. She was grateful when the lift stopped and he ushered her out, then walked her to his suite. As he opened the door, Kate took a deep breath to calm herself.

  “Would you like a drink?” Damien asked indicating the bar.

  “No thank you, I’m ok.” Kate said feeling self conscious.

  “Let’s sit down and talk.” Damien took his jacket off and loosened his tie.

  Kate perched on the edge
of a chair and looked at him, “You said that you had a proposal?”

  “Are you always so direct?”

  “If it is called for, and after all that is why you have brought me here,” she said looking at him from under her eyelashes.

  Damien licked his lips, then said, “Well then I’ll be direct too, I would like you to be my permanent sub.” As Kate went to speak he held up his hand and continued. “Please let me finish. I suggest that we spend a trial weekend together. For that weekend I will pay you twenty thousand pounds. If it is satisfactory to both of us, I would like to carry it on. You will make yourself available from Friday evening until Sunday evening every weekend. And one or maybe two nights a week to accompany me to functions, the theatre, dinner etc. I will want you to stay over on those nights. You will take no other clients, as I would want bare intercourse with your body, and I don’t take risks. For this agreement I will pay you, say, um, ten thousand pounds a week. We will draw up a proper contract, and of course, I will provide the correct apparel for any special events you accompany me to.”

  When he stopped speaking, Kate looked at him with her mouth open.

  “Would you like that drink now?” Damien asked getting up and going to the bar.

  “Yes please, surprise me.” Kate whispered.

  She heard a pop and Damien carried two glasses of champagne over to her, sipping his as he walked.

  “Well, that took me by surprise. You know I’m not a sub. I’m a domme like you. The other night should have shown you, I’m not up for being beaten; no matter how much you pay.”

  Damien knelt on the floor in front of her, taking her hand in his.

  “Kate, you know we connected the other night. And I know you haven’t had feelings like that for a long time, if ever. I know I haven’t. I know that deep inside, you want to be submissive, but you’ve fought against it for so long it will need time and patience to release you. Being a sub can be beautiful. It doesn’t mean that you have to be submissive in your daily life. Actually it can empower you. If we got it right, I would be your friend lover, protector and it would be so good.”

  Kate found herself looking into his eyes, seeing care, desire and admiration in them. When she didn’t speak Damien say back on his heels and said “Why are you working as a call girl? What do you want out of your life? Give yourself to me completely and you will be able to do whatever you want. We will agree on your hard limits. You enjoy playing and spanking, and I can show you much more.”

  “I am saving up to do a design course. I’d like my own interior design business, that’s why I do the job I do.” Kate muttered, looking down.

  “Then agree to a relationship and you will get your business,” he said as if it was that simple.

  Well she supposed it was simple, to a multi millionaire. Then she remembered what Belle had advised, take him for everything you can.

  “If I agree to the weekend, I can use the safe word at anytime and there will be no straps?” she asked.

  “Safe words are always used and I promise not to hit you with straps,” he said his lips twitching. “I may, with your agreement, use some kind of strap for other things.”

  Kate’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, her stomach flipped and her sex clenched, God she fancied this man!

  ‘Get him out of your system girl’ she heard her friend say again. Twenty thousand for one weekend. That would bump up her savings.

  “How much for tonight?” she asked.

  “I haven’t asked you to stay.”

  “Oh, so it really is just dinner and a talk?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

  Lifting a hand to his lips he kissed it. “Will you stay for vanilla sex for your usual fee?”

  Kate’s lips twitched, “Just vanilla?”

  “Well we could see where it goes.” he quipped.

  “Oh and by the way, I have a current health certificate and haven’t had penetrative sex for years. Have you?”

  Damien laughed out loud “I had a check-up after my last sub left and apart from with you, haven’t had sex since she left.”

  “So we are both safe.” Kate nodded.

  “What about birth control?” Damien asked.

  “On the pill.”

  At that Damien stood up pulling Kate with him, then he growled “Go into the bedroom and take all your clothes off.”

  She pulled a face at him and stalked sexily into the bedroom. Loosening her dress she let it drop, then she kicked her shoes off and finally her thong. Going to the bed she spread herself out, on display to him. The door opened and Damien walked in, he’d changed into his low slung sweats. When he saw her on the bed, his breath caught in his throat, and stepping over her clothes he prowled towards her. As he reached her he trailed his fingers up her leg, over the curve of her hips, over one breast, tweaking her nipple gently, then the next nipple, down to her waist and over the other hip until finally he reached her sex. Slipping a long finger inside her, he circled her clitoris, then taking his finger out he placed it in his mouth.

  “You’re wet for me already, Katherine,” he smirked.

  Kate swallowed and answered “Well, that’s two of us, or do you have a baseball bat in your trousers?”

  Damien laughed and flung off his sweats, then he was between her legs, his tongue swirling and diving inside her. Kate stiffened, her fingers grabbing the bed cover, and she moaned.

  “The feelings you are experiencing now are nothing to what you will feel if you submit to me.” Damien purred.

  Then moving swiftly, he was deep inside her, skin to skin. As he slid in deeply Kate groaned; he filled her completely, so long and thick, she struggled to contain him. As he moved in her he said “See how long you can last before you come. It increases the enjoyment. Oh Katherine we fit together, we’re meant to be together.”

  Moving together they stroked each others bodies until they could control themselves no more, then they let their passion take over and Kate screamed as she had orgasm after orgasm until finally Damien let go and spurted deep into her hot and deep.

  After more champagne they spent the whole night lost in each other’s passion. Damien woke to find Kate sprawled on her stomach across the bed. Sitting up he stroked a hand over her buttocks. She was so beautiful and gave herself over to her sexuality completely. Imagining her handcuffed to the couch in his new playroom, his to do with as he wished, he felt himself harden; he had to have her as his submissive. As he allowed his hand to trace the lines of her bottom he strayed to the crease between her legs, and followed it down to her sex. It was like stroking satin, her skin was a joy to stroke. As he was discovering hidden depths Kate muttered and woke up.

  “Good morning Katherine,” he said continuing his exploration.

  “Hi,” Kate muttered feeling vulnerable.

  “What would you like for breakfast?” he asked.

  “Oh,” she was becoming flustered, “well tea and toast would be nice.

  “What about some fruit as well?” Damien asked.

  “Yes fine,” Kate wanted to move but didn’t want to annoy him.

  Standing up he smacked her bottom, hard enough to make her yelp. He smirked as he went to pick up the phone to call room service. When he’d ordered he sat next to her on the bed. She had rolled onto her back and pulled the sheet over her.

  Putting his finger under her chin he said “You can’t be shy with me, surely Katherine? Not after the night we’ve just experienced.”

  Looking down Kate shrugged her shoulders. Pulling the sheet off her Damien ran his finger down her neck round her breasts and trailed it over her stomach. Her sex clenched and Damien smiled, this one he could train to be all he desired. Raising his hand to her chin he held it as he leaned down to her.

  “How much will it cost me to be able to kiss
your lips as well as your body?”

  Kate shook her head. “That’s the hardest limit.”

  “But hard limits can be changed,” he insisted getting closer to her, “Tell me your price.”

  “A million pounds.” Kate said in jest.

  “Done.” Damien said catching her lips with his and kissing her sensually, his tongue exploring her mouth as it had explored her body.

  Taken completely by surprise, Kate found herself responding. When his hands moved down to her sex, her body responded and her back arched up to welcome them. Letting her mouth go he found a nipple and nipped it, causing her to yelp, then he suckled deeply causing her to groan with desire. Sliding her down the bed he positioned himself over her, teasing her with the thick head of his engorged shaft. Kate moaned and reached for him to pull him inside her, but he was too strong and teased her by entering very slowly. She gasped, once again, at the size of him, and her body spasmed, out of her control. Tears of frustration ran down her face and finally he gave in to her need and thrust deeply into her. Kate wrapped her legs round him and gave her body to him completely. Pushing her to orgasm after orgasm, over and over again, Damien controlled his desire until he felt she could take no more, then he powered into her hard, allowing himself to come. Trapped under his powerful body, Kate felt satiated and unable to move.

  There was a knock on the door and a voice said, “Good morning sir, madam. I have your breakfast.”

  Kate tensed, embarrassed but simply Damien shouted “Come in and lay it on the table. We’ll be there shortly.”

  “Yes sir,” the voice said and there was the sound of dishes being moved.

  Pulling out of her, Damien jumped off the bed and went into the bathroom. Kate lay there limply; he’d agreed to a million pounds, to kiss her, or was it a joke? He flustered her, so she couldn’t think straight. She knew that sex wasn’t always like this, he was insatiable but considerate. He always made sure that she was ready for him. Ready! Gasping for him to fuck her, more like! Just the thought of him made her hot.

  Damien strolled out of the bathroom wearing just his sweats. God, he was hot, and he knew it but wasn’t objectionable with it.