Kate / Katherine

by Jilly Bowling

  “Fantastic, I’ll have to go shopping though, for suits and things. Tomorrow! Can I take Mrs. Jones with me?”

  “Mrs. Jones? How come?” Damien frowned.

  “We’ve got on really well today. I like her and she was a sub too, I can talk to her and she understands,” Kate tried to explain. “As she’s going to be looking after me, as well as you, I want to get her on my side. So can I?”

  “Of course. Did you say looking after you? Does that mean you are going to move in with me.”

  “If you still want me to master,” Kate looked at him shyly.

  “Want you? Of course I do, always,” he said pulling her lips down to his.

  As he kissed her Kate’s sex clenched and she felt herself become moist. Sitting on his lap she could tell that he was as aroused as she was. Sighing hard he pulled away from her, adjusting his pants to make himself more comfortable. Grinning at him Kate pulled up his tee shirt and kissed and nibbled her way down his chest, biting each nipple as she passed. As she reached his belly button she swirled her tongue into it and he groaned. Grabbing hold of the waist on his sweats she pulled them down as she slid onto the floor in front of him. As she pulled his sweats over his erection it sprang free, with purple veins standing out from head to base, moving with a will of its own. Kate ran her thumb over the bead of pre-cum sitting on its head, then rubbed her hand down his length marvelling at how velvety it felt.

  Grasping the base and moving her hand smoothly she took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue along his length she sucked hard and he gasped and putting his hands on her head held her captive. As he fucked her mouth Kate continued licking and sucking, occasionally letting her teeth grate along his shaft from top to bottom. Feeling him spasming she relaxed and he rammed hard into her throat. Valiantly fighting her gag reflex, she swallowed as he emptied himself into her throat.

  Groaning Damien let go of her head and pulled her up onto his lap, kissing her passionately and licking himself off her lips.

  “We’ll collect all the things you want on Saturday. You must put your things wherever you want to, except of course in the playroom.”

  “Yes master.”

  Damien’s phone rang and he answered it quickly “Yes?”

  He listened to the voice on the other end, occasionally asking a question then he finally said “Right, go ahead. Let me know when it’s done,” then he hung up.

  Kate looked up at his face dying to ask, but not wanting to be pushy.

  Laughing at the way she was looking at him Damien said “That was about Joe’s club and surrounding buildings; the owner has accepted our offer.”

  “Oh my god, does that mean that Joe can stay?”

  “Yes, that’s why I bought it. I think the work he does is brilliant, he deserves a chance to keep it going. That’s something else to get your teeth into; redesigning the clubhouse and furnishing it with equipment.”

  “I hope I don’t let you down, I’ve never done anything like this before,” Kate said anxiously.

  “That’s why you’ll be working with an extremely efficient team. Put forward your ideas but watch and learn how they are actioned. If you have any problems speak to me, ask all the time. I won’t be angry that you don’t know things as long as you don’t just go along thinking it will work out. I want complete professionalism from you, Kate. If you cock up through not asking and learning, I’ll take you off the projects, probably sack you,” he said sternly.

  “Am I going to get paid for working for you?” she asked with a frown.

  “Of course, why?”

  “Then you must stop paying me to be your sub. I’ll be that willingly. I’d rather not be paid for living and sleeping with you,” she said seriously.

  “It doesn’t matter. It’s nothing.”

  “Damien, it matters to me. Either I’m your live in sub, or I’m a call girl, I can’t be both.”

  Gazing into her eyes he said “I thought you felt safe playing a call girl.”

  “That was before we became lovers and friends, as well as dom and sub,” Kate looked at him anxiously.

  “You think that we are lovers and friends?”

  Before she could stop them Kate’s eyes filled with tears. Angry at herself she asked. “Don’t you?”

  “I’d hoped we were, but you are hard to read,” Damien pulled her back into his arms.

  Kate gulped and snuggled into him, “And I always feel safe with you even when you are punishing me!”

  The door was tapped and when Damien called come in, Mrs. Jones popped her head round the door and told him that dinner was ready, and she was off.

  “Thank you, Mrs. Jones. Would you be happy to go shopping with Kate tomorrow?”

  “Shopping? Well if you don’t mind me having a day off?”

  “I need to get some smart clothes to wear for work, I’m joining Damien’s company,” Kate told her proudly.

  “That’s nice, I’d love to, I haven’t been shopping for ages. I’ll make up the time though.” Rose insisted.

  “No you won’t, tomorrow will be a working day. No argument.” Damien growled.

  “Yes sir. What time do you want me?” Rose asked, she obviously recognised that tone of voice. Kate wondered if Damien had learned it from Patrick.

  “We might as well get a taxi into town, I’ll collect you at ten.” Kate told her.

  “Lovely, well I’ll be off. Your dinner is on a low heat, so no hurry.” Rose closed the door behind her.

  “She’s a sweetie, isn’t she?” Kate commented.

  “Yes she is, honest and faithful.”

  Kate opened her mouth to ask how Patrick kept breaking Rose’s heart but thought better of it. After all he might do the same as Patrick! But he wouldn’t break her heart, she’d make sure of that.

  “We’d better eat, it would be a pity for Mrs. Jones’ food to be spoiled, “she said instead.

  “Yes let’s eat, it might take my mind off what I really want to do!” Damien lifted her off his lap and led the way to the kitchen.

  “Shall we eat in here? It’s cosier than the dining room,” Kate asked.

  “Yes if you’d like to .”

  “It’s one of my safe rooms so I don’t have to worry what I say to you,” Kate laughed.

  “You can say what you like anywhere, as long as you don’t argue, are polite, and call me master,” Damien’s eyebrow went up.

  “I try, honestly.”

  “I know, that’s why you can still sit down,” he smirked at her.

  Kate put cutlery and condiments on the breakfast bar and Damien lifted a delicious smelling lamb hotpot out of the oven.

  “That smells good” Kate commented as she picked up a large spoon and two plates.

  “It’s one of my favourite British foods; tasty and filling,” Damien said plunging his fork into the pile on his plate. They ate companiably, chatting about the factory site and Joe’s club.

  Once they’d cleared away they took a glass of wine through to the sitting room and settled down to discuss Kate’s involvement in the Yorkshire factory and Joe’s club. When Kate suddenly yawned Damien said, “Time for bed, you’ve only got four days before you start work and shopping tomorrow will be tiring.”

  “Mmm. I’m ready for bed.” Kate grinned at him suggestively.

  “You’ll be sleeping alone Kate. Steven lectured me about taking care of you better. I think I’ve pushed you too hard, as I wouldn’t have normally done so much with a new sub, but I thought you could handle it because of the life you’ve lived. You made me forget how tiring this life is for a woman.”

  Kate grimaced “If my period hadn’t been so heavy I would be fine. It’s over now and I feel great. I hate it when we sleep apart, I feel as if I’m in disgrace!”

  Pulling her into his arm
s he cuddled her to him, “You’re not in disgrace, I become prouder of you every day. But I want you to rest tonight and take it easy shopping tomorrow. Just go to Harrods and I’ll call my personal shopper to look after you. If you do as you’re told, we’ll sleep together tomorrow night.”

  Sighing deeply Kate said “Yes master.”

  “Don’t sigh Katherine, I’m right. If I didn’t care about you I definitely wouldn’t let you go to bed alone!”

  Cuddling into him she sighed again, but a contented sigh this time. Picking her up he carried her upstairs and laying her on her bed kissed her thoroughly, then he sighed and said “Goodnight Katherine, have a good day tomorrow. Put everything on my account, I’ll phone my personal shopper and tell her you’ll be in. Ok?”

  “Yes, apart from the fact that I will pay for my clothes. No argument, it’s a hard limit.” Kate told him firmly.

  Smiling at her hard limit comment, he shook his head and left the room.

  Chapter 18

  She woke to find him sitting on the bed with a cup of tea for her. He grinned at the sight of her wild hair and sleep hazy eyes.

  “Good morning my argumentative, stubborn, unsubmissive sub,” he tried to growl, but he was grinning too much to pull it off.

  “Good morning my gorgeous, sexy dom,” Kate laughed, and reached up to pull him down to her.

  Putting the tea down he allowed himself to be pulled on top of her. “I’m all hot and sweaty,” he complained.

  “Licking his neck Kate said “You taste gorgeous, sweat soap and you. My favourite perfume.”

  “Katherine, behave. I’ve got a busy day and so have you, especially if you disobey me and pay for your new clothes yourself; it isn’t a hard limit so be warned. I’m not taking any more disobedience from you.”

  Pouting Kate said “Yes master.”

  Standing up he cupped her chin and growled, “Keep it up Katherine and you’ll learn the reason for your nipple rings!”

  Kate’s sex clenched as she looked into his eyes. He was deadly serious, so wisely she lowered her eyes and said nothing. Smirking to himself Damien turned to leave. At the door he turned and said “I’m looking forward to tonight,” then he left.

  Kate’s devil popped up and said ‘He would love you to disobey him. That’s why he had your nipples pierced!’

  Thinking hard Kate drank her tea then went into the bathroom. She ought to exercise but didn’t feel like it, so instead she had a shower and washed her hair. Wrapping her hair in a towel and wearing a towelling robe, she went into the kitchen to make herself breakfast. Heating up two croissants she prepared a dish of fruit and made another cup of tea.

  Spreading strawberry jam on a croissant she tried to decide what to do about paying for her clothes. If she paid he would punish her, if she didn’t he had lots of reasons to punish her. A small part of her wanted to know how it felt to be held down by her nipples, but a big part was shouting ‘no way.’

  Then her devious mind came up with a plan. She would let him buy her clothes, but would spend an equivalent amount on him. That decided she rang Tony, hoping that he wouldn’t be pissed at her. She needn’t have worried, Damien had spoken to him before he had offered Kate a job. He was pleased for her saying that she had design talent but it would be difficult for her to learn the nitty gritty of decorating.

  When she asked if he was back in Hermione’s good books, he laughed and said that a session in the playroom always brought her round. He hadn’t told Terri about Kate’s new job so she rang her next, after promising to see them soon.

  Terri was disappointed that Kate wouldn’t be involved in doing her house but pleased that she was happy to be overseeing the redesign of the factory and Joe’s club. She was slowly being initiated into being a sub, by James and admitted that her sex life had never made her feel so good, he only had to touch her and she was ready for him. He’d spanked her a couple of times, quickly forgotten when he’d fucked her brains out after, but hadn’t tried any whips etc. yet, and she thought that might never happen.

  Kate told her that she was pleased that it was working out for them, then once again promising to see them soon, hung up.

  ‘See’ her devil said ‘not all doms want to use whips and things, admit it he’s a sadist.’

  Shaking her head she went upstairs to get dressed.

  Wearing designer jeans and tee shirt, she put a cotton summer jacket with them, and wore strappy shoes. Putting her hair up into a messy pleat a little mascara and lipstick and she was ready, looking young and cute. She was ready just in time as the doorbell rang and she left the house to find a taxi waiting for her. Giving him Mrs. Jones address she settled back in the seat.

  When he pulled up outside a tiny cottage with a beautiful garden at the front she hopped out and ran up the path. As she got to the door it opened and Rose came out.

  “You look lovely” Kate told her.

  “Thank you, I don’t have much chance to tart up nowadays,” she said as she climbed into the back of the taxi.

  She was wearing a pretty knee length summer dress with a little short sleeved jacket; all in pastel colours, it made her look younger. Arriving at Harrods they browsed their way through the store, seeing lots of things in ladies fashion that they liked. In the evening gown section Kate spotted a stunning red dress. Backless with a high collared neck, a plunging slash between her breasts to her belly, it was beaded all over, and screamed classy sex goddess. Looking at the label Kate saw that it really was a designer one off and decided that she had to have it, no matter what it cost.

  Finally arriving at personal shopping on the first floor, they were greeted enthusiastically by Kirstie, Damien’s personal shopper.

  “Would you like a glass of champagne or maybe something else?” Kirstie asked as they sat down on comfortable armchairs.

  “A coffee would be nice,” Kate told her, and in minutes two large lattes were sitting in front of them. “Now Miss Jackson, Mr. Masters has left instructions that you are to be shown whatever you want, and for it to be added to his account; so if you’ll just tell me what you require, I’ll set about collecting it.”

  Kate told her that she wanted half a dozen business suits, some tops for work with a sensible cleavage and some sensible but high shoes. She’d decided that Damien could pay for those but he wouldn’t know about the dress. As Kirstie bustled off to collect lots of suits, tops and shoes Rose turned to Kate and said “Gosh, this is the way to shop. no aching feet today Kate!”

  Kirstie was back very quickly with two rails full of clothes. Flicking through them Kate chose a dozen to try on and spent the next hour or two trying them. They were all beautiful but Kate favoured the Armani Collezione, and a couple of jackets from Stella McCartney, as well as some Gina and Valentino shoes. By the time she had made up her mind it was lunchtime, and she’d chosen seven suits, more than a dozen tops and ten sets of underwear. The total was over twelve thousand pounds, which she put on Damien’s account.

  Then she quizzed Kirstie about the kind of things Damien usually bought. Surprisingly although he liked designer clothes he was very conservative. Telling Kirstie that she wanted to buy him something reasonably extravagant, she asked her to think of anything he might like. Thinking hard, Kirstie suddenly remembered that he had liked something, which he hadn’t bought, and hurried off to collect it. Returning she showed Kate a beautiful leather jacket in a pale grey, very soft and luxurious and lined with silk, suitable to wear at any time of the year; Kate loved it immediately. Evidently Damien had tried it on a couple of times but hadn’t been sure, and decided that his old leather jacket would do for him.

  At a price of nine thousand pounds it wasn’t quite what Kate had put on Damien’s account but money wasn’t the point. Arranging for her purchases to be delivered the next day, she took Damien’s jacket with her. Both felt hungry so they went to the r
estaurant; Rose was thrilled with the ambience and thoroughly enjoying herself. They celebrated with a glass of wine with their lunch and tucked into their food hungrily, chatting away like old friends.

  Once they’d finished lunch they headed to ladies fashions to look at the red dress. When the sales assistant told them it was the only one they had, Kate was disappointed, but when she asked what size it was, she was thrilled to discover that it was her size. The assistant was hesitant about taking the dress off display, haughtily telling Kate that it was over five thousand pounds.

  Kate stared at the girl and said acidly, “Yes it’s quite a bargain isn’t it, but what can you expect from ready to wear?”

  The girl’s mouth dropped open and she called for another girl to help her get the dress down. When Kate removed her bra to try it on the girl’s mouth couldn’t get any lower. Slipping the dress over her head Kate shimmied to make it slide down and her nipple rings jiggled. The girl couldn’t help herself, “My god, are they real?”

  “Of course they are.” Kate snapped.

  Wisely the girl shut up and helped Kate smooth the dress over her hips. It fitted like a second skin and when she looked in the mirror Kate gasped with delight. Rose clapped her hands when she walked out of the changing room, to show her, “Kate you look like a movie star.”

  Kate laughed, “Do you think Damien will like it?”

  “Definitely. But looking like that it won’t stay on for long.” Rose said as the assistant became even more bemused.

  “Right, shoes and a handbag now.” Kate decided as she turned back into the fitting room.

  “I can collect them for you if you like,” the girl said seeing her commission rising.

  “No thank you I’ve got a personal shopper,” Kate told her, grinning at her disappointment.

  Once she was dressed, had paid for the dress and arranged for it to be delivered with her suits and things, Kate made her way to the shoe department. Suddenly realising that Rose was lagging behind, Kate turned back to find her looking at some beautifully draped petite size cardigans and evening trousers.