“No not tonight Katherine.”
“Are you still angry with me Master?”
“No, not angry.”
“Then what’s the matter? Please tell me, I’m being honest with you.”
Damien frowned “Are you? Or are you saying what you think I want to hear?”
“No honestly. I’ve told you everything I feel and think with absolute honesty.”
“Well then, why did you frown when I suggested that Terri might feel safer if others were in the playroom? Yet you say Saturday night was good for you. What do I believe?”
“Oh I see. Well I frowned because I don’t like the idea of you making another woman feel like you make me feel.” Kate said blushing slightly.
Damien smiled “And yet it’s alright for another man to make you feel pleasure?”
“But he didn’t. If you hadn’t been there I wouldn’t have enjoyed it. I had sex with Alehandro and Edward but didn’t feel anything near what I feel when you just touch me.”
Damien leaned over and pulled the plug out of the bath, then he wrapped a large fluffy towel round her and lifted her out. Sitting on the closed toilet seat he held her in his arms and gently dried her.
Carrying her through to the bed he laid her face down and taking a tube of pain relief gel gently massage her bottom. Once he was satisfied that there were no marks on her skin he let her get into bed, insisting that she take a couple of paracetamol tablets with a glass of milk. Climbing into bed he took her in his arms and cuddled her tightly. Kate sighed with pleasure and within minutes was fast asleep.
Chapter 32
On Tuesday morning Damien asked Kate if she minded him accompanying her when she took the plans to Joe. Pleased to have his company she told him that she was meeting Joe at eleven and they arranged to travel there together. Kate was taking Beverley and Trevor with her so told them to make their own way there as the boss was taking her.
At ten thirty Damien picked Kate up in her office and they took the executive lift to the ground floor. Turner was waiting with the car and quickly carried them to the run down area where the club was situated. Kate was pleased to see that the old buildings were now a building site; the roofs were being replaced or repaired and men and machinery were busy all around the old brick warehouse. The roof above Joe’s club was fully repaired and the frontage was covered in tarpaulin.
As they got out of the car a building supervisor handed them hard hats. The manager and architect were waiting to speak to Damien so Kate went to find Joe by herself. He was sitting in the corner of the gym with a couple of the older lads and a couple of girls; when he saw Kate he got up and came to meet her.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night, Joe?” she asked.
“Yes, the curry was good and, guess what, we won the quiz. A hundred pounds to share between the four of us.”
“You’re in a team then?”
“Yes, me and Rose, Charles and Alison, nice couple.” Joe said offhandedly.
Knowing that he was too much of an old fashioned gentleman to talk about Rose, Kate changed the subject, and took the plans out of their tubes, ready to show him.
“I’ve asked the members to appoint four of them to be on the planning committee, and these are the four they elected” Joe said pointing to the girls and boys. “Sharon, Chelsea, Danny and Joey.”
Kate solemnly shook hands with them, to show that she took them seriously and spread all three plans out on a large table; at that moment Beverley and Trevor arrived and they all got down to work.
By the time Damien joined them they had settled on the plan that gave them everything they wanted the club to be. He approved of the plan they had chosen and gave the builders the go ahead. He’d already been given planning permission, as the local council had a very good working relationship with him.
Back in the car Damien said “We’re going to lunch for a change; I thought Italian would be nice for a change and I’ve booked a table at Giovanni’s .”
“That’s nice, do you take many of your executives out for lunch, Sir?” Kate grinned.
“No, only the ones who please me.”
“In what way sir.” Kate asked coyly.
“Maybe a demonstration is called for,” he smirked, closing the screen between them and turned. “Go by the scenic route,” he ordered as the screen rolled down.
Then he pulled down his zip and his cock sprang free. Kate smiled and licked her lips.
“Pleasure your master, Katherine,” he ordered.
Kate knelt in front of him and slowly licked around the head of his large shaft. Sucking him into her mouth she grazed her teeth along his length causing him to suck in his breath. Taking him deeper, right to the back of her throat she sucked him hard while moulding his heavy sack in her hands. Picking up a bead of precum she twirled it around his sensitive tip, pushing her tongue into the hole in the head, tantalising him until he took her head in his hands, wrapped her hair around his fingers and fucked her mouth hard. He came so hard that his creamy flow hit the back of her throat and she had to swallow hard to stop herself from gagging.
Rubbing her tongue all over his velvet rod she cleaned him gently. As she sat up he took her face between his hands and kissed her thoroughly, tasting himself on her lips.
Zipping himself up he grinned at her “Now that’s what I call an executive position.”
“Do you think I might get a bonus?”
“Mmm, I can probably give you a hundred percent later !”
“Well, I can’t ask for more than that can I?”
They enjoyed a leisurely lunch, did very little work and spent the evening talking about what had been decided for the club. Damien gave her more than a hundred percent and she was very quickly asleep, exhausted in his arms.
On Wednesday they were up early, exercised with Greg, and were on the jet by nine o’clock. Kate was taking Beverley with her to take notes and Damien had Beryl with him. It didn’t take long for them to reach the airport in Yorkshire, where cars were waiting for them and whisked them away to the factory site.
All the wild vegetation had been scythed down and was being shredded. Work was underway on the stable block, and the building where the new factory was going to be was a hive of industry. Matthew was waiting for them looking happy at the changes to his family heritage. The builder whose company had won the contract for the work was a down to earth Yorkshire man and Kate liked him immediately; they spent three very useful hours making sure that everyone was happy with the plans.
The woollen samples that the main factory had been told to make, were absolutely stunning and Kate was excited when she touched them. Some of the men who had worked there for years had left and taken jobs elsewhere, so most of the workers left would be needed in the new factory. Kate and her team had worked out that they needed to lose another twenty workers and had decided initially to offer voluntary redundancy. Hopefully the older workers would volunteer as they had been with the company longest, so would get more redundancy pay.
Damien didn’t have to take into account the worker’s length of service, as he was basically forming a new company, and had signed no agreement forcing him to honour the Cruikshanks agreement with their employees. But he liked to start in a new place without negative feelings towards his business. Kate went into the old factory and spoke to everyone who worked there, finding out any problems or grievances, and by the time she left there was a happy feeling among her workers. Watching her Damien felt immense pride in the way she dealt with everything; she was polite but firm, listened to everyone without interrupting, but it was obvious that she was the boss.
Blessing the day he had been bored and without a sub, he decided that the best thing he had ever done was telephone Cynthia for a call girl. Kate was everything he wanted from a woman, beautiful, clever, feisty, brave and totally submissive to h
im. The thought of her in his playroom made him harden immediately and he had to move to cover himself. Leaving Kate with Matthew he went across to the stable block and was pleased with what he saw.
Finally they took their leave, Matthew was taking up his position on the following Monday, so the work could be left in his capable hands. Sandwiches, tea and coffee had been taken on board the plane so they ate as they discussed the items they’d had their PA’s take notes on. Back in London, Damien sent Beryl and Beverley home in a taxi and Turner drove them back to Windsor.
Kate went straight upstairs to get out of her suit and heels and was in the shower when the door opened and Damien joined her. Taking the sponge out of her hands he covered it in shower gel and started to wash her gently. Kissing the back of her neck he said “I was so proud of you today, Katherine. The way you handle people is so natural, you look as if you’ve been making business decisions for years.”
Kate nestled back into him “Thank you master. It’s you who gives me the confidence to deal with anything.”
Damien caressed her sex, gently tweaking and pinching her clit and sinking his fingers inside her to find the cluster of nerves that caused her to tighten round them. She sighed as she turned round to face him.
“Katherine, are you sore?”
“No, no master, I’m just so happy that I’m frightened.”
Pulling her into his arms he asked “Of what?”
“Everything! I worry, in case you get tired of me, in case I’m not good enough at work, in case anything happens to you” she whispered.
Turning the shower off, Damien grabbed a towel and wrapped it round her, gently drying her. Sitting her on the vanity unit he quickly dried himself, then picking her up he carried her through to the bed. Sitting down he held her on his lap and cuddled her to him.
“Kate, I’ll never tire of you, I love you. And you are superb at work. I can’t promise that nothing will happen to me, but I’ll do my damndest to avoid it.”
Kate’s eyes had filled with tears and she buried her head in his chest so he couldn’t see. Taking her chin in his hand he pulled her face round so he could see her eyes.
“Don’t worry about having tears in your eyes if they are tears of happiness,” he said kissing her eyes and licking the tears off her cheeks.
“I love you Damien.”
“I know, you show me how much every day. Now put some sweats on and I’ll order a takeaway, Cantonese or Indian?”
“Cantonese please,” she said blowing her nose as she pulled her sweats out of a drawer.
Damien ordered all their favourite things and when the food arrived they sat together and fed each other tasty bits.
They were watching a comedy on the television when Damien’s phone rang. He went to move away but Kate turned off the tele and asked him to stay. Damien listened, asked a couple of questions, then thanked the caller telling him to send in his bill. When he put the phone down, Kate waited for him to tell her what the call had been about.
“That was John. You know Adam Cruikshank had his house and Porsche repossessed. His wife left him and took his two children to live with her parents. I didn’t think he had suffered enough, but now he has. He’s just been arrested on child pornography charges. Evidently the police got a tip off that he had the worst hardcore child porn on his computer. They confiscated it the other day, and although he’d tried to hide what he had watched, the police’s techs found it. It’s so bad John reckons that he could get as much as ten years, but whatever he gets his life is over. A soft man like him will have a hellish life in prison; he’ll end up as some thugs bum boy!”
Kate stared at Damien “His poor Mum and Dad must be so disappointed in him. He had everything anybody could want until he took you on.”
“His father has wiped his hands of him and refuses to pay for a solicitor, so he’ll have to depend on a public defender. Luckily his wife’s family is well off so she and the kids will be ok.”
“I wonder how Matthew is taking it?”
“He’s not very fond of his brother. After the way George was with his sons, lauding Adam and being disappointed in Matthew. Now it’s all turned around.” Damien said with satisfaction.
“So John sorted it all out?” Kate asked.
Damien frowned “Can’t hide much from you, can I?”
“No, I know you too well, but don’t think I don’t like what’s happened. You could have trusted me, you know.”
“I know, but I wasn’t sure whether John could pull it off, I didn’t want to raise your hopes.” Damien grinned at her.
“I hope that little bastard spends the next years of his life walking bandy.”
“Remind me not to get on your bad side.”
Kate cuddled up to him and purred “You’ll never be on my bad side.”
Damien pulled her onto his lap and kissed her deeply. As the kiss became more passionate he pushed his hands up under her sweat top and caressed her breasts. When she straddled his hips he pushed her trousers down and stroked her sex; as usual her body responded by becoming moist and ready for him.
Rubbing herself against his hard cock she slipped her hands inside the waist of his sweat pants and eased them down slowly. As he lifted up to allow her to slip them down his legs, his large erection slipped straight inside her. Kate gasped as she felt him and then moved to allow him full access. Once he was deep inside her he took hold of her hips and levered her up and down firmly.
Each time she sank down right to his root a gasp was forced out of her throat as he hit her core. Very quickly he took her to orgasm, holding hard onto his self control. Working her hard he built her back up to another screaming orgasm and then allowed himself to spurt hard into her.
Collapsing into his arms Kate gave herself up to the feelings that were flowing through her. Damien kissed the sensitive parts of her neck and murmured “God I love you so much.”
Kate purred “And I love you more.”
Chapter 33
The next few months went by very smoothly, Joe’s club was almost finished, the painters and decorators were in and Kate was delighted with all the designs. The old dry dock was now a sunken garden, planted with shrubs and roses, there were comfortable benches to sit on and paved paths meandered through.
The outside of the flats was finished and all the partition walls, breaking up the inside into liveable rooms were in place. Kitchens and bathrooms were being fitted, as well as fitted wardrobes and in some units walk in wardrobes.
The small factory in Yorkshire was now up and running. The allotments and play areas were in the process of being made, and the stable block was nearly finished. Eight starter homes had attracted a lot of attention and all had been sold off plan. Work had started on the main building and should be finished in a year.
Matthew was doing an excellent job as manager and Cruikshanks fine Yorkshire woollens were being sold in most designer outlets. Damien and Kate had decided on the name to the delight of Matthew, and his mum and dad.
Adam had been sent to prison for ten years, and had already been in the hospital twice. On one occasion a broom shank was talked about, and it looked as if he would need to be kept in solitary confinement permanently for his own safety; if he survived until his release he’d be advised to keep a low profile .
One of the things that had pleased Kate most was the small beauty parlour between Joe’s club and the flats. Belle had been given a lease, and Kate had lent her the money for the fixtures and fittings. She had wanted to make it a gift but Belle wanted to pay her own way. Kate was planning on purchasing one of the two bedroom flats and renting it to Belle. She intended to make sure that her god daughter had a good life. If the business worked well then maybe Belle would be able to buy it off her.
Life was very good, Kate and Damien’s relationship went from strength to strength, they wor
ked hard and played hard. Played some polo and went to an occasional party. John remained a very good friend, although he still hadn’t found a permanent sub. He said that he kept comparing them to Kate, to their detriment; he lived in hope.
Damien had raised the question of marriage with Kate, but she was happy as they were and she didn’t want to change things. Life tended to change things anyway.
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