Kate / Katherine

by Jilly Bowling

  Damien had put the sponge down and his hands were running over her body. As her nipples hardened she pushed back into him causing him to swear.

  “Damn, I invited Paul and Sarah to have supper with us.”

  Kate laughed as she thought ‘that’ll teach him.’

  Digging his fingers into her ribs he growled “Are you laughing at me Katherine?”

  “As if I’d dare. master.” Kate giggled trying to get away from his tickling.

  “Oh you’d dare” he growled again. “Now get dressed and go make my supper.”

  “Yes master.”

  As she went to stand up she, accidentally rubbed her bottom along his cock laughing as he groaned.

  “Our guests will be leaving later slave, and you’ll be at my tender mercy.”

  Laughing and licking her lips Kate skipped out of the bathroom, drying herself as she went.

  Pulling her jeans and tee shirt on she went downstairs to the kitchen. Rose had left out four steaks, a bowl of salad, pasta salad and crusty bread. Putting the salads and bread on the breakfast bar, she laid out cutlery, condiments, salad dressing and butter. Taking the large griddle pan down she put it on the heat to get it red hot.

  Damien sauntered into the kitchen “I’ve told Paul that supper is ready, they’ll be down shortly.”

  Turning back to the stove Kate picked up the steaks, large ribeyes, and slapped them on the griddle. Damien asked if she’d like wine, and when she said yes, searched the wine store for a nice red. As Kate was putting the glasses out, Paul came into the kitchen holding a red faced Sarah, who was keeping her eyes firmly down

  “Come and sit down, Sarah” Kate said patting a bar stool. “Would you like a drink. Damien is sorting out the wine.”

  “Um, can I master?” she asked Paul.

  “Yes of course you can” he replied.

  “Then yes please, um, Katherine.”

  “Oh my friends call me Kate. We don’t stand on formality in my kitchen.”

  “Is that why you called your master Damien?” Sarah asked.

  Damien answered “The kitchen is one of Kate’s safe rooms, where she is allowed to speak freely, as long as she is polite.”

  Paul nodded thoughtfully “Of course, I’d forgotten that you live together. That would make it easier.”

  “Right, the steaks are ready, let’s eat.” Kate said.

  Damien poured out the wine and they all started to help themselves to salad and bread. The steaks were succulent and Paul praised Kat’s cooking. As he roared with laughter Damien said “My domestic goddess.”

  Kate glowered at him and Sarah didn’t know where to look. Taking pity on her Damien told her he was sorry, it was just a private joke. Then turning to Paul he told him that it was alright for Sarah to speak in here if it was alright with him.

  Paul said that he didn’t mind but Sarah was naturally shy and tonight, what with Kate’s punishment, and her own training had been a bit much for her.

  “There’s no need to be embarrassed. Sarah,” Damien said. “The naked body is nothing to be shy about. To be a true submissive is to trust your master enough to do, whatever he asks of you.”

  Sarah looked straight at him for the first time that night, then she said “May I ask a question, sir?”

  “Of course “ he answered smiling at her.

  “You beat Kate with a strap after smacking her for quite a long time. She was screaming in pain, yet here you are laughing and joking as if it was nothing. I don’t understand” Sarah had tears in her eyes and was shaking her head.

  “It wasn’t nothing, Sarah. It was a reaffirmation of my dominance over her, and her gift of submission to me. She needs to be submissive sexually, finds it difficult to be submissive mentally and verbally, and it is my right to remind her that I am her dominant. Also there is a very small line between pleasure and pain, a lot of Katherine’s screams were from sexual pleasure, not just pain. You may ask her if you would like.”

  Sarah looked at Kate but didn’t say anything, so Kate spoke. “What Damien said is correct, I need to be dominated to enjoy sex, but I also have a big mouth. Everything Damien does to me is by my consent. I only have to say my safe word and he would stop doing whatever he was doing, I love the fact that I have a dominant man. He makes me feel sexy and cared for. Also remember that anything that happens between two consenting adults is never wrong.”

  Looking thoughtful Sarah said “Thank you for speaking so frankly, you’ve helped me understand a lot. I want to be with Paul but part of me thought that what he wants to do is wrong. Another part loves it, and I was so mixed up, I nearly backed out of tonight but I’m glad I didn’t, you’ve helped me so much.”

  “Good” was all Damien said.

  Kate had her eyes down thinking ‘This is why he is a mentor. I wonder how many couples he has helped be together?’

  Paul and Sarah turned down coffee pleading tiredness. Kate tidied up the kitchen as Damien saw them out, she’d put the dishes into the dishwasher and was wiping the bar when suddenly she was grabbed from behind, thrown over his shoulder squealing, and he was taking the stairs two at a time, as if she was a child. Flinging her onto the bed he was pulling her jeans off before she could move. Dropping his jeans he landed on top of her seizing her hands as he straddled her. Then he’d ripped her tee shirt over her head and was nibbling and sucking a nipple. Pushing a knee between her legs he pushed them wide apart, his cock seeking her sex of its own volition.

  “Feel like teasing me now, Katherine,” he growled.

  Kate thrust her hips up to him in reply and he laughed as he let her hands go and pushed into her. Gasping as he thrust straight to her core she responded by wrapping her legs around him.

  Easing himself up onto his elbows he gazed into her eyes and Kate took in his beautiful eyes, chiselled jaw, perfect nose and smiled “ Hello master.”

  “Hello slave” he grinned “I love you.”

  Then he spent the rest of the evening riding her to paradise.

  Chapter 23

  Kate woke up on her back as Damien gently entered her. He was leaning on his elbows grinning at her. As she slowly became awake her legs naturally parted wider to allow him greater penetration.

  “That’s my good slave,” he smirked.

  “And that’s my insatiable master,” she laughed.

  “Are you complaining slave?” he growled.

  “Never master.”

  “Good, shut up and let me fuck you.”

  So Kate shut up and enjoyed a gentle sleepy fuck; not as hard a work out as Greg had given them, but good, really good. They were both in a very good mood when they arrived at work, and agreed to have lunch at one thirty, to give Kate plenty of time at Joe’s.

  The meeting with Joe went well. He was amazed at how much Kate intended to put into the club, as well as the gym, boxing ring, showers etc. Kate talked about a computer room, cafe and a couple of rooms for classes in various things. Some of the kids left school barely able to read or write. If she could change that, they had more chance of getting jobs. Some of them also needed to learn about personal hygiene and how to dress for interviews. Once Kate’s team started to plan how the large run down building could be split up into different areas, Joe was completely on board.

  It was nearly one thirty when they got back to the Phoenix, so Kate sent them off to lunch and hurried up to Damien’s office. As the lift doors opened Kate heard shouting, and as she stepped out was almost knocked over by two security guards rushing to Damien’s office. Kate ran after them in time to see them hurtle into the office past his P.a. who was crying and shouting.

  “What is it?” Kate demanded.

  “Adam Cruikshank attacked Mr. Masters, he hit him with a china lamp. I called security when I saw what had happened.”

  Kate
rushed into Damien’s office without thinking. The guards had hold of Adam and Damien was on his knees on the floor, his head covered in blood. As she rushed towards him, Adam broke away from the guards and went to hit her; thrusting out the palm of her hand she punched his nose back and had the satisfaction of hearing it break.

  The guards grabbed him and this time wrestled him to the floor, hands behind his back. The largest guard then knelt on him, while the other told the pa to call the police.

  Reaching Damien, Kate took one look at the cut on his head and dashed into his bathroom to get a towel. Returning to him she wadded the towel and pressed it hard to the wound.

  “Lie down, an ambulance is on its way. You’ve lost a lot of blood, if you try to stand you may faint, for god’s sake do as you’re told.” Kate said angrily pushing him flat.

  “Are you ordering me about Katherine?” he growled ominously.

  “Yes I bloody am, you stubborn bugger.” Kate said holding him down hard. “I’ll sit on you if I have to.”

  Heavy footsteps ran down the corridor and a bevy of policemen rushed into the office. Once they declared it safe, the paramedics entered to attend to Damien. Declaring that he needed stitches they secured the wadded towel in place, told Kate what a good job she had done and loading Damien on a stretcher took him off to hospital, arguing all the way. Kate insisted on going with him and ignored his demands to just be taken home.

  The A and E department of the local hospital was a complete culture shock for Damien, no way would he wait and dispatched his pa, Beryl, to find a doctor to do his stitching privately.

  Eventually the hospital general manager turned up, discovered who Damien was, and arranged a private room for him while a consultant was paged and, leaving his NHS patients, rushed to A and E to stitch the rich and angry, Mr. Master’s, broken head.

  Damien had calmed down when he had been moved to a private room, so made no fuss when it was discovered that he needed six stitches. The lamp had hit him just above his right ear, split the skin and caused heavy bruising, but the thickness of his hair had saved him from a cracked skull. As he had company at home, the doctor allowed him to go home, once he’d had an x-ray. All was good so Kate telephoned Turner to pick them up, and put Beryl into a taxi and sent home, as she had been very shocked, and told not to come into work tomorrow.

  The hospital insisted on a wheelchair for Damien until he was off their premises. Graciously thanking the doctor and general manager, he told them to get in touch for a donation.

  “Don’t forget, anything you want is possible.” he growled at them.

  Kate thanked them, smiling at their shock “He means it, you know. Do get in touch” and she hurried after him before he shouted for her.

  It was after five when they got home and Turner helped Damien upstairs to the shower. He was covered in his blood, which had dried, so Kate took her clothes off and got into the shower with him to rub it off with a soapy sponge. She smiled to herself, realising that he was quite weak as he wasn’t aroused when she washed him all over.

  Once the blood was gone, Kate dried him and helped him into her bed. Mrs. Jones had been told that he had been hurt so stayed on to help Kate, and had made Damien’s favourite lamb casserole, so he was propped up in bed with a soup dish and spoon, to make it easier for him to eat.

  Pleased that he was hungry, Kate thanked Rose and saw her out before getting some for herself and joining Damien in her bed. Putting the news on at six o’clock, they were horrified to discover that Adam’s attack had made a headline story. He’d already been bailed by his wife, who drove him away from the press.

  Kate was careful not to ask why Adam had attacked him, but waited for him to tell her. Once they’d finished eating, Damien lay back against his pillows with a sigh of relief.

  “Are you alright, luv? Do you need any pain killers?” Kate asked him.

  “I’m ok, got a headache and yes, I’d love some pain killers.”

  Kate got out of bed and padded into the bathroom. Returning with a glass of water, she looked at him quizzically. Taking the pills Damien raised his eyebrows and said “I know you’re dying to ask why Adam attacked me. Come here and give me a cuddle and I’ll tell you.”

  So Kate cuddled into him and he told her what had happened. George Cruikshank was happy with Damien’s offer for the factory, but Adam played up and started making stupid demands. His father had tried to control him but to no avail, so Damien had given them an ultimatum, sign by Tuesday morning or the deal was off. George had no idea how much Adam owed and had insisted on signing. When Adam realised that he wouldn’t get enough to clear his debts, and that he was in danger of losing his house and his Porsche, he had stormed into Damien’s office demanding that Damien bail him out. When Damien said no and told him to leave, Adam picked up the heavy lamp and hit him with it. Luckily Beryl had already sent for security, so Adam had only managed to hit him once.

  “What will happen to Adam?” Kate asked.

  Damien shrugged “It’s up to the police, I don’t particularly want him to be charged but I don’t suppose it’s up to me.”

  “He needs to learn that he can’t go around attacking people.”

  “Well, he was pretty well punished by my raging woman. I heard his nose break when you hit him; that’s quite a move.” Damien laughed.

  “He’s lucky it wasn’t his throat. I could have killed him.”

  “But that’s why you have discipline in your sport. So that you don’t accidentally kill someone.”

  “I was so angry when I saw your blood, I wanted to kill him!” Kate snarled.

  Pulling her to him he kissed her “I’m so glad you’re on my side.”

  Kate laughed, then asked “Would you like some ice cream? It’s very good for headaches.”

  “That’s a good excuse for indulging.”

  “No honest, it is good if you feel rotten, I’ll go and get you some,” and Kate got out of bed again and took their dishes down to the kitchen.

  Once they’d had a dish of ice cream each, Damien asked Kate about her morning. When he heard of the plans for the club he laughed and asked why they hadn’t planned for more.

  “Well, you know there’s no point in just keeping the kids off the street. What they really need are jobs and careers.” Kate pointed out heatedly.

  “Whoa, I’m behind you wholeheartedly” he said holding a hand up.

  “I know. It’s just that I feel so strongly about kids getting a break.”

  “We’ll do everything we can.” Damien yawned.

  “Right, loo, clean your teeth, then you need sleep” Kate ordered.

  “Yes mistress,” Damien drawled.

  “I’ve got to be up at six to exercise. And I’ve got a lot to do at work.”

  “Me too.”

  “Oh no, you are not going in tomorrow” Kate put her hands on her hips.”

  “What, are you going to tie me to the bed, Katherine?”

  “If I have to master.”

  Damien groaned as he stood up and Kate immediately went to support him. Suddenly he grabbed her and flung her onto the bed, landing on top of her.

  “It takes more than a few stitches to stop me” he growled.

  “Please be careful master. I couldn’t bear it if you made it worse. I love you so much, be careful for me.”

  Holding her face between his hands he murmured “I love you, everything about you is perfect. Your submission makes me feel like a king and your strength makes me so proud that you chose me.”

  They kissed and progressed to vanilla sex which was so sweet, Kate had tears in her eyes. Finally falling asleep in her lover and master’s arms Kate couldn’t believe how happy she was.

  Chapter 24

  Kate had a good workout with Greg, her body was feeling more flexible already and he w
as pleased with how she was progressing. She’d left Damien sleeping but when she went upstairs after her workout he was up and in his bathroom having a shower and shave. Deciding that there was no point in arguing with him, Kate had her own shower and got ready for work. She was ready before him so went downstairs to put breakfast out.

  Damien entered the kitchen, as she put his coffee on the breakfast bar, looking as smart as he usually did but the side of his face was badly bruised. Sitting at the bar with a cup of tea in her hands Kate shook her head at him.

  “Do you really feel up to going in today?”

  “It’s a bit sore, but I haven’t got a headache so I’m better off working. There’s a lot going on at the moment,” he told her.

  “I know, but promise me that if you do start to feel worse, you’ll come home.” Kate asked.

  “Stop worrying Katherine, I’ve had worse injuries playing polo.”

  “I’m not nagging you, master, I just worry about you.”

  Picking up her hand he kissed her palm “It’s nice to have you worrying about me, nobody has before.”

  The day passed quickly for Kate. The plans for Joe’s club were almost ready for the architects and now that George Cruikshank had finally sold the site to Damien she could start on ideas for the woollen factory.

  When Turner picked them up that evening Damien handed Kate an envelope. Opening it she found an invitation to a fund-raising at the hospital where Damien had been treated. It had been delivered by courier that afternoon.

  “Gosh,” Kate exclaimed “That didn’t take them long.”

  Damien laughed “Well I did tell them to ask.”

  “So you are going?”

  “Yes, we are going. It doesn’t hurt to be seen as a philanthropist when you make lots of money.”

  “Is it a dress up event?” Kate asked.

  “Well it does say black tie, so I expect you’ll need a new dress.”

  “Stop it, you know what I mean.” Kate flapped her hands at him.