by Skylar West
The anger I felt turned into fury, and I lashed out, "Is that right? I have three seconds, do I? Well, fuck you, Kingsley, I don't have to answer anything, and I won't, so there."
His eyes grew wide, shocked no doubt by my sudden outburst. Then his eyes grew dark, and I was suddenly worried about what I'd done. My fury evaporated as fast as it had risen. Now what?
Kingsley stood up and held out his hand. He wanted me to put mine in his, and I knew if I did, he would pull me into a compromising position. My lady parts clenched at the thought of being taken in hand by him again in less than twelve hours, but another part of me wanted to fight it, to rage against him and his remarks.
If I fought my temptation now, he would give in, eventually, and go away, and I could go back to being messed up Kate. "I hate you," I said suddenly and broke out in tears.
"Katarina."
"Don't Katarina me, you bastard. Why should I give myself to you without even challenging you, when this is nothing but another training session to you? I get it, I'm uncontrolled Kate, and being with you will teach me control and who I am. Then you'll set me loose, and we'll be done. Well, no, thank you!"
I honestly thought I had him there. I spoke a partial truth, but what I was really doing was trying to deflect from the punishment I knew he was going to dole out. Either my words would strike him in the heart and his look would be guilty, or he would laugh at my antics and give me my spanking.
I held my breath. His eyes, that had been black moments ago, lightened to a chocolate brown and held merriment. "Nice try, Ms. Kate, but you're getting your spanking, and over lunch, after you've had some time to consider your words, we will discuss our future. Now stand up and walk to me."
I stood up, walked meekly to him, and stood in front of him with my head down. He placed his foot on a seat and lifted me over his knee, so my ballet slipper-clad feet hung in mid-air. Oh, oh, this was a genuinely vulnerable position.
He pulled up the volumes of skirt that hung almost to my ankles. I immediately felt the change in temperature as the air conditioning blew on my naked ass. My innards clenched. I wanted this, I suddenly realized. I liked how it felt, the surrender and the subsequent sensations that followed.
I felt the air whoosh from my body as his hand came down hard on my sit spots. "Yikes!" I yelled. But before I could get out any other words, his hand came down fast and furious on my already reddened backside.
I had no purchase, my arms and feet dangling. I was stuck as he rained down the blows on my steamy backside. I lost count of how many I received, but at some point, I let go and stopped fighting. When he decided that I'd had enough, he ran one of his fingers along my moist slit, and I groaned loudly. It felt so good.
He stood me up and pressed me down over the arm of the seat. I heard him undo his belt, and his slacks fall to the floor. Then suddenly, he slammed into my dripping pussy, and I screamed with the intensity of it. Quickly getting over my shock, I held on tightly to the arm and arched my back, taking his thick cock as deep as I could. He felt so good, and I wanted to come so badly.
"Kingsley, may I come?"
"No," he said, thrusting hard. "I will take you how I want to, and you will not come, as part of your punishment."
I wanted to cry in frustration. How could I not release? I focused on my mind, on not letting go, and held on for dear life as he fucked me deep and hard from behind. I heard his breath hitch as he worked toward his own release. And then I felt him explode inside of me, hot spurts of cum filling my insides.
Tears of frustration slid down my cheeks, but I didn't complain or arch or ask for my own release. I stayed as I was. Kingsley pulled out, and I heard him pull his pants back up and do up his belt.
"Good girl, Katarina. Stay contrite, and I will allow you to come later. Now, stand up." I stood up and wondered if the humiliation I felt was written all over my face.
"Do you see that corner? Go and stand there with your skirt up until I tell you to sit down."
My face went red with embarrassment. How could he treat me this way? I was a sad sight huddled in the corner, skirt up, tears of shame pouring down my face. I heard him pour himself a drink and sit down. What felt like hours passed, but it was probably more like minutes, until he told me to sit down and put my seat belt on.
I made my way over to my seat, and on it was coarse sandpaper. "That's right, Katarina, your ass will be a reminder of your bad behavior until we disembark. No talking, be quiet, and think of your actions and words today."
I was in shock; I couldn't believe how he was treating me. If this was how he managed his other women, I was surprised they would willingly sign up to be treated like crap. And then it hit me; that was precisely what he was doing, treating me like those other women, instead of how he'd been treating me from the first, with integrity.
Now I knew what it was like to be trained by Kingsley instead of being in a relationship, and I hated it. Without love and reward, there was nothing but living in a constant state of action/reaction.
I sat on my sandpaper and cried my eyes out. Kingsley stayed in his seat, reading something on his phone, completely ignoring me.
When we landed, I was wrung out and in no mood to go for lunch or discuss anything. I wanted to go home to my condo and hide under the blankets for a week. When we exited the plane, Kingsley was back to his charming self, like nothing had happened.
A car was there to pick us up at the Palese Airport and drive us to Polignano. I was withdrawn on the car ride. Kingsley held my ice-cold hand in his, but neither of us spoke. I was still reeling from the treatment I'd received in the plane, and thankfully, the scenery provided me with a much-needed distraction.
Chapter 9
Kingsley
I held Kate's icy hand in mine. Her body held no warmth, despite it being a sunny, warm day. I wanted to show her the difference between who I was when I was training someone and who I was when I was courting someone.
I knew I had said something in my little diatribe that had set her off, but what? For the life of me, I couldn't think what it was. Her explosive reaction had taken me by surprise.
On the one hand, I was so impressed with her ability to clearly state what she was feeling, and on the other hand, I was horrified by what she'd said on the plane. I didn't know how to deal with the frontal attack that I'd been processing in the privacy of my head.
Being the alpha I was, I immediately resorted to my old way of handling things, my dark mode, and in the past, with women I was training, it had worked wonderfully, the perfect thing to do. I would punish, they would become contrite and beg for forgiveness. I would give them that, and round and round it went, until I grew bored, and then it was over.
This was entirely different. I wanted to help Kate, to bring up her self-esteem in more ways than I had ever done with a woman before. I wanted her to see just how amazing she truly was.
But I'd given her a big dose of alpha King, and she'd been shattered. As I looked at her, her lifelessness was killing me. I knew she wasn't playing the victim; this was a reaction to my going into training mode with her, something I had not intended to do.
I knew who she was. Wasn't I the one who had chased after her? She wasn't to blame here; I was. I was responsible for her utter sadness, and I would fix it, and maybe, in the process, I would learn her better, learn how to administer chastisement without breaking her. Because this broken thing before me was killing me.
"Katarina," I whispered, "please, tell me what I said that made you so angry."
She said nothing, did not even acknowledge I had spoken to her. I tried again, "Katarina, I treated you like you were being trained because that is what you accused me of. I gave you exactly what you assumed you were getting. But that is not what I want with you. I told you before, I know what you are. I don't have to train you, just guide you in being able to set yourself free of guilt and condemnation."
Her large eyes slowly swung my way; they were red and heavy with the grief she was feeling. My gut clenched
, and I chastised myself silently for doing this to her.
"I know."
"You know, what?"
She sighed and leaned her head back as if it weighed too much for her to hold up any longer. "I know that is how you treated the others, and not how you've been treating me. It doesn't make it hurt any less, though. Kingsley, if that is what being a submissive is, then we must part ways. I can never go through that again. You gutted me and left me bleeding and didn't even blink. You're right; you are dark, but I understand that you are a self-sustaining person. You don't need anyone, Kingsley; you never have. But I do. I need someone on Team Kate, as I've been alone from the start and just trying to get through life. You woke up something inside of me, and now that I know it's there, I will never be the same. That is the sadness you see before you, that you have already changed me and there is no going back. But if there is no forward or backward for me, then the only other option is to let go of life. I will find a way to end the suffering."
She fell silent as I processed the enormity of what she'd shared. Her gaze moved back to the scenery flying by her window. Now, what? Where did I go from here? All the way, with the walk down the aisle, forsaking all other women and bachelorhood? Could I do it. Did I want to?
"Katarina," I said, moving forward in my seat so I could make eye contact with her. "I am so sorry for resorting to treating you as a trainee. To be frank, your violent reaction to my words took me by surprise. I also reacted and resorted to doing what I do well. I felt, in doing so, I would fulfill two things. One, give you time to calm down and see the difference between what I was doing and what you accused me of, and two, give myself a chance to reflect on what you said so I could figure out where I went wrong. Katarina, I apologize and want you to know that every moment I spend with you is like magic. You make my heart beat faster. Just looking at you makes me hard. I want you in my life and in my bed. I don't have an expiration date in mind. I hope that as we get to know each other and our relationship grows, you will want the same thing. If I made you think any differently, then again, I apologize, as it was not my intent."
She stared into my eyes, searching for the truth of my words. A small smile appeared on her pale face. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay, I'm game for that. And… I'm sorry. I think I'm still trying to outmaneuver myself from getting what I truly want and need. It's a bad habit, and one that has managed to keep at bay anyone who tries to get close."
We had arrived at our destination. I was relieved that we'd made some headway and a little light was beginning to shine forth from her otherwise bleak persona. The driver opened my door and then hers. I helped her from the car. She smoothed her dress and then took my arm. I noticed as we walked around the side of the mountain, making our way to the stairs, that she walked rather stiffly.
"Are you sore, Katarina?"
"Are you kidding? My ass is throbbing and feels swollen and scratchy; that was really mean to make me sit on that afterward."
I smiled, forgiving myself enough to make light of what happened on the plane.
"Well, if you were a sub in training, do you think it would have been effective?"
She smiled. "Very effective," she admitted. "Horrifyingly so; I don't know why anyone could or would want to endure that."
Now I was curious. What had been so wrong? Really, all that had happened was that she was spanked and made to stand in the corner and not allowed to come. "Katarina, what part was so bad? You were never in danger. You were spanked and put in the corner, where bad girls belong, and you weren't allowed to come. Why is that so bad to you?"
She sighed, a small wistful smile alighting her still drawn features. "Because, Kingsley, it lacked humanity; it lacked you, your touch, your love, the way you make me feel. I was bereft and entirely forsaken. Without you in the equation, it's just mechanical, and, yes, it would give the receiver the desired effect. My question was why would they want that, instead of the entire package?"
It was my turn to look wistful.
"Because, darling, the entire package had never been offered; instead, they took what they could."
Her eyes widened at my words, but she remained silent, no doubt processing her unique position in my life. We had spiraled down to the landing and were escorted to our table, which overhung the ocean below us. The view was spectacular and a singularly exclusive dining experience. I was happy I'd chosen this for our second day.
Kate took off her hat and let the breeze move her hair. She moaned with pleasure, the sun warming her. The alcove that jutted over the water was private, as all my reservations were, and it was time for me to make up for earlier.
When the waiter appeared with our first pairing, I spoke in Italian, asking for a half an hour of privacy before our next round of pairings. He nodded and winked as he glanced at Kate. His eyes momentarily admired what he saw, and it was all I could do not to stand up and punch him in the face.
He bowed my way and left.
Kate and I enjoyed seabass in a chicory and pistachio sauce, paired with Santa Margherita Pino Grigio. The bass melted like butter in our mouths, and I mentally made a note of having a similar pairing on our menu at Ceilo's.
Afterward, I requested Kate to come and sit on my lap. She looked restored by her glass of wine and the ambiance. She acquiesced and sauntered over to me, to stand politely in front of me with her hands loosely interlaced before her like she was praying.
"Turn around, Katarina, I want to see your lovely behind."
She turned around, and I lifted her voluminous skirts above her waist. Her ass was cherry red and swollen, with little spots of irritated flesh from the sandpaper. I kissed both cheeks and put her skirt back down. I turned her around and had her lift her skirts up above her waist.
"Place your foot on the edge of my chair." She did, and then I lifted the front of her skirt. I reached forward, parting her labia with my fingers.
Her head dropped back, and she moaned. She was swollen from being turned on earlier. I licked her moist slit and then placed my mouth over her bud and sucked hard.
Her head snapped up, and she gasped. I continued to suck, and her breathing grew into a heavy pant.
"Oh my God, Kingsley, please, oh God, please, please release me."
I pulled my mouth away and said, "Come." And as she did, I rubbed her clit with my thumb pad and drove my index finger inside of her.
She didn't just come one time; she orgasmed like a roller coaster cresting and descending at a rapid pace. When I finally stopped, I grabbed my cloth napkin and wiped up the extra juices that were flowing down her inner thighs.
When I was done with cleaning her, I sat her down on my lap, cuddling and kissing her. She sighed with pleasure, leaning back into my arms, her face tilted to the sun. I turned her face toward me and tilted her chin up so I could press my tongue into her mouth.
"See how good you taste, Katarina; your nectar is like honey from the gods."
I continued to assault her mouth until our next course arrived. I sent her back to her seat, her skirt slightly rumpled and her lips puffy with the attention I'd given them. She looked thoroughly fucked, and it was a beautiful look on her.
Our next course was lobster, oyster caviar paired with Muller-Scharzhof Riesling. Again, Kate looked as if she would have a food orgasm as she ate. I really needed to video her eating; she made eating look like an art. I added another mental note regarding a new dish at Ceilo's.
When it was time to leave and head to our destination for the night, she seemed to be back to herself, and I was glad for it. She sidled up to me in the limo on the way to Covo Dei Saraceni, another hotel overlooking turquoise water and offering a lot of privacy—key on this trip.
I had meant to leak information about a business deal in the making to the public after London, but as we had not been spotted, I let it lie. Once back in the States, it would be a paparazzi gong show and probably a better time to share that a plan was in the works.
We entered our
room to find champagne chilling and a bowl of fresh, ripe strawberries set on the table with two champagne flutes. Adjacent to our suite was a private deck where I could fuck her all night long.
"This is beautiful, Kingsley; maybe we could just hide here for the rest of our lives. What do you think?" She had meant it to be a comment, but we both seemed to catch 'rest of our lives', and it hung between us, ripe and inviting in such a romantic environment.
"Maybe, but I'm too young to retire, and you most certainly are too beautiful to hide for the rest of your life."
She giggled and sashayed out to the balcony. I checked our bedroom closet. The items I'd ordered had been delivered and were hanging in the closet.
"Kingsley," she called from the balcony. "Look at the water. Can we go do something, snorkel, or I don't know, anything, it's so beautiful?"
I grinned. I would love to see her in the bikini I'd picked out, but I didn't want anyone seeing her ass. I walked out to the deck and joined her. I lifted up her skirts and pressed my cock against her naked backside.
"Mmm," a low guttural moan escaped her moist lips. "You make me feel like a wanton whore, you know that?"
I chuckled. "I do know that; now, how about I make up for earlier? Tell me what you want, Katarina."
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against my chest. "I would love to swim in the Azure Sea and have a sea god sneak up on me and take me from behind. Can you arrange it?" She laughed.
I thought for a minute. "If you can wear shorts over the top of the bikini bottoms I have in the closet for you, then, yes. I don't want anyone seeing your ass. I might get thrown in jail."
She laughed. "Oh, please, don't be ridiculous. Over here, they would send you to Montecristo and forget about you."
"Yes, well, despite its beautiful surroundings, that's not what I want in my future. Now, you, chained to a bed, would be a nice prison. What do you say, Katarina, can I chain you up and make you come until you beg me for a reprieve?"
Her eyes grew large, and she moistened her lips.
