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by Lund, S. E.


  "I'd like to hear you some day, or is that also off-limits for your subs?"

  He said nothing for a moment, watching the ocean as we stood in an embrace.

  "You may not like our music."

  "Retro-psychedelic rock?" I said, forcing a smile, feeling a bit hurt that he'd have to think about it. "British Invasion? I heard you talking to my dad at the concert. I like some of it. I've heard my father play it before on those Oldie Goldie satellite radio stations. I don't have to hear you play, if it makes you uncomfortable."

  He said nothing for a moment, but I could feel a change in him. The mood shifted entirely.

  "I tend to keep things separated. The different parts of my life don't intermingle, Kate."

  "I know. I'm sorry. I won't expect anything."

  We started walking again, but I felt incredibly sad that he wanted to keep me separate from other parts of his life. He told me that early on. I knew that from Lara. It was just hard to accept.

  I felt a bit emotional all of a sudden, a tinge of regret.

  As if he felt it, he stopped before we got back to the hotel.

  "Lovely Katherine," he said, stroking my cheek. "I've already gone off my usual routine with you, broken my own rules. Let's play things by ear, OK?"

  I looked up into his face, but couldn't really see much detail because it was almost completely dark.

  "OK. You're the one in charge."

  He stroked my cheek.

  "Thank you for understanding."

  We went back inside and I went to my father's suite to say goodnight. They weren't there, so I assumed they were out dancing or something. When I got into my room, I checked my cell and sure enough, they were down at the lounge and were going to do some touristy thing and said goodnight.

  I was surprised my father was so unconcerned that I was alone with Drake. Did he think we would sleep together? It felt weird. It felt good, as if he truly saw me as an adult now. I thought he'd disapprove of me being sexual with anyone, but he really must like Drake if he just left me alone with him.

  Back at my hotel room, I felt a bit of anticipatory excitement about what would happen next. Drake said that he was going to use my body tonight and I felt myself warm to that thought, my flesh throbbing in response to the very idea of him using me that way, just taking his pleasure in me. It surprised me. I couldn’t explain why it thrilled me but it did. Maybe it was the thought that he needed me, wanted me, wanted to just get his pleasure in my body that did it. I didn't know why and hadn't really thought about it before.

  But it aroused me completely.

  I wanted to watch him fuck me and come. I wanted to watch his face and body as he did.

  While he checked his own email, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, feeling a need to freshen up.

  "I'm just going to zip to my own room for a moment," Drake said. "I have to get a few things, but I'll be right back."

  I nodded from the bathroom door. I finished washing my face and put on my little black nightie before he returned.

  When he saw me, he raised his eyebrows.

  "You look lovely," he said and ran his fingers over the tops of my breasts. "Come with me. I want us to talk about the agreement."

  I followed him into the living room. He had a briefcase and an overnight bag. Out of the briefcase, he removed a document. It was the agreement he'd sent to me the previous week.

  "Come here and sit on my lap," he said, patting his lap.

  I complied sitting across his lap as I had before, his body firm and warm beneath me, my hands on his shoulders. He held the agreement in his hand and then pointed to it, once I was comfortable.

  "I want to talk about what upset you when you read it the first time."

  I took the document in my hand and read it over. "Do you have a pen?"

  "Yes, but before you sign, you have to tell me what you want removed. How you feel about the limits I've listed."

  "Where's your pen?" I said again. I looked in the pocket of his shirt and there was one inside. A beautiful ornate fountain pen with a polished burled-wood barrel, expensive looking with a gold nib.

  "This is beautiful."

  "That was my father's pen. He was so old fashioned about some things. Felt that disposable pens were bad environmentally."

  "You're so sentimental, Drake."

  He smiled. "I guess. So," he said and pulled me closer. "Tell me about what parts of my limits bothered you when you first read it. We can negotiate. I want you to feel completely secure when you sign."

  I nodded. Then I stood up, extracting myself from his arms. I went to the desk against the wall and opened the two-page document to the second page where the signature lines were located.

  "Is this where I sign?"

  He came to me and stopped me, his hand on mine.

  "Kate, you haven't answered my questions. You can't sign until we've gone through each item."

  "I've already read this. I've thought about it ever since I received it." I signed my name.

  "Kate," Drake said, his head tilted. "I know you were concerned about something. Tell me. I won't sign until you do."

  "I trust you, Drake," I said, turning back to him and handing him the pen. "You won't hurt me. I'm OK with the agreement the way it is."

  "What about this?" he said, pointing to the mention of anal sex. "And this?" He pointed to the reference to vaginal fisting.

  "I trust you, Drake," I said again. "I know you'll keep me safe and only go as far as I can handle."

  He just stared at me, shaking his head slightly as if he was surprised. Then, he took the pen from my hand and signed in the appropriate spot. He put the lid back on the pen and turned back to me, pulling me against his body, his arms around me, pressing my head against his shoulder.

  "Oh, sweet Katherine," he said softly. "You surprise me. But you've made me very happy."

  I looked up at him, into his eyes. "I want to make you happy."

  He leaned down and kissed me, softly. It was so tender, it sent a surge of something through my body. I expected him to go all Dom on me and take me roughly as he said he would, but he didn’t.

  He pulled me into the bathroom and took off my nightgown, staring at me as I stood naked before him.

  "Your burn is getting worse." He went to his bag on the floor by the desk and pulled out a shaving kit. He came back to where I stood on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. "Here," he said and removed a razor and some shaving cream. "I'm going to shave you and then I'm going to eat you and fuck you. Are you ready?"

  "Yes," I said, my voice a bit quivery from excitement.

  "Yes, what?" he said, looking at me, his expression a bit dark but I could tell he was forcing the look, and didn’t really mean it.

  "Yes, whatever it is you want me to say."

  "You signed the contract," he said, his eyes hooded. "What does it say?"

  "Yes, Sir," I said, smiling just a bit.

  "Don’t you smile when you call me Sir, or you'll ruin the whole effect. When we're together, I want you to consider us in scene. I'll call you either Katherine or slave, depending on how I feel. When you call me Sir, make sure it has a capital 'S'. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Sir," I said, fighting to keep a straight face but failing. "Why Katherine, if I may ask?"

  "It's what I first knew you as – Katherine. It's more formal and will keep me in proper Dom headspace. I'll give you a bit of leeway at first with proper forms of address," he said and I could tell he was fighting a grin as well, "but if you continue to be saucy, I'll have to spank your delicious little ass. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Sir," I said. I kept my face solemn. But in truth, the idea of him spanking me didn't scare me anymore. In fact, I wanted him to, just so I could try it out, see if I responded and how I responded. "What if I said I wanted you to spank me, just so I could know what it felt like?"

  He shook his head, his brow furrowed. "I'll be spanking you soon enough, Katherine. There's no way with that mischievo
us look in your eyes that you won't need one. But first, I'm going to fuck you the way I want." Then, he ran a bath while I stood there and examined the bottle of aloe gel on the counter.

  "Come and sit in the bath. We need to soften up your pubic hair before I shave you."

  I complied, sitting in the warm water. While I sat, he arranged his implements on the vanity. A razor, some shaving cream in a bottle, and an electric wet/dry shaver. He ran hot water in the sink and threw in a couple of washcloths.

  "Stand up," he said, sitting on the toilet beside the bathtub. I did, the water dripping off me. He turned on the shaver and he proceeded to shave my pussy and inner thighs. "Spread your legs wide," he said, his voice a firm command.

  I did, and rested my hands on his shoulders while he shaved me.

  "Put one leg on the side of the tub," he said, pointing to me. I did and that exposed me to him, my cheeks hot with embarrassment and arousal that he was so close, touching me and examining me like that. Then he added more shaving cream and used the razor to get the rest of the hair, between my thighs. Soon, I was naked, my skin smooth.

  "Perfect," he said, running a washcloth over the area, then his fingers. He glanced up in my eyes. "Nice and smooth. I can see everything now." He stood and took my hand. "It makes me hard as rock."

  A thrill went through me as I imagined what he would do next.

  "Now, I'm going to eat you the way I wanted since I first met you, when you were on the bed with your garters and nylons showing. Before I do, I have to apply some of this," he said and pulled out a small bottle of green-looking gel.

  "What's that?"

  He glanced at me, his brows raised.

  "I'm sorry," I said, realizing I hadn't called him Sir. "What's that, Sir?"

  "It's aloe vera. It's for your burn. Can't be fucking you roughly if your burns are hurting."

  He then proceeded to rub the aloe over my burned skin, my cheeks, my shoulders, the tops of my breasts, the front and back of my arms, my belly, and the tops of my thighs.

  "Are you being Doctor or Dom now, Sir?"

  "Doctor Dom," he said, cracking a bit of a grin. "Now, stop being so cheeky, Katherine, or I'll have to put you over my knee and teach you about punishment."

  I covered my mouth with my hand to hide my huge grin.

  "Oh, you," he said and pulled me into an embrace. He kissed the top of my head. "I can see I'm going to get nowhere with you tonight, Ms. Bennet. If you were any other sub…"

  "If I were any other sub what?" I said. "Sir, I mean."

  "If you were any other sub, I wouldn't be smiling."

  "Smiling is good, Sir. I read that it releases good brain chemicals."

  "That it does. Now, Katherine," he said and pulled away, his face changing from amused to stern. "No more talking. Time to submit and become my slave as you agreed in the contract."

  He took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. We stood beside the bed, him behind me, his lips on my neck and shoulder.

  "Close your eyes," he said as he touched me, his voice soft and low, almost a whisper. He pulled my hair away and over to one side, his lips at my ear. "Just give yourself over to me."

  I did, trying to relax completely, not thinking any longer, only feeling. His hands were warm on my skin, his lips and tongue soft against my shoulder as he bit me gently. His hands stroked down my arms to my hands, which he took in his, our fingers briefly entwining as he continued to kiss my shoulder and neck. Then, he searched my body with his hands, his fingers sliding down over my hips and across my body, his fingers grazing my naked pussy, just barely touching me. One hand covered my mound completely while the other slid up and over my belly, sending jolts of lust through me, making my breath come faster.

  With one hand, he cupped one of my breasts, tweaking my nipple softly. The other hand remained covering my pussy, as if claiming it for his own. An ache began to build in my groin from his touch, and the sound of his voice in my ear, so calm but firm, his tongue sliding up and down my neck to my ear, his breath on my cheek.

  After sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled me between his thighs so that his face was at the level of my neck and he just held me for a moment. His hands moved over my naked skin and his touch sent waves of lust through me, my pulse increasing, my stomach full of butterflies. His breath was warm on the skin of my neck, his hands kneading my buttocks, then slipping around and cupping my breasts, tweaking my nipples, pulling them into hard points.

  He was just touching me all over, his face in the crook of my neck and I was getting so aroused just from his light touch. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to him, letting him do whatever he wanted, not expecting anything, not feeling any pressure to do anything but respond.

  "I told you I was going to use your body for my own pleasure, Katherine, and I'm going to. You're not allowed to come, do you understand?"

  "What if I can't help it?" I said, my eyes closed as he sucked one nipple, a jolt of lust rushing through me as his teeth grazed the puckered areola. "Sir," I quickly added.

  "A simple yes or no is all that's required."

  "Yes," I said, my voice husky. "Sir."

  "You have to learn that you're only allowed to come when I want you to. I know when you're ready and when you deserve an orgasm. If you feel like you're going to come, you must tell me immediately."

  My eyes almost rolled back into my head when his fingers slipped between my labia to find my clit.

  "I don't want you to come this time, Katherine. I want you to just feel well-used. I want you to get used to being an object for my pleasure."

  "Then why are you arousing me, Sir?"

  "Shh," he said, a finger on my lips. I could feel his cheek raise in a smile against my skin. "No talking. I want you to feel how I felt the other night when you came so quickly and we were rudely interrupted. You have to yield up every bit of power to me, Katherine, when we're together. I decide everything. What we do, how we do it, if and when you come, and how you come." His fingers continued to stroke my clit, then slipped a bit deeper, teasing the entrance to my body.

  "You've probably spent most of your life trying to keep quiet when you have an orgasm, Katherine. I want you to be loud. I want your eyes open and staring into mine."

  I gasped when his fingers stroked inside of me, his thumb on my clit, my body clenching in pleasure around his fingers.

  "You're so nice and wet, Katherine. You're almost ready for me."

  I kept my eyes closed as he continued to stimulate me, and in truth, I felt as if I could come just from his fingers alone.

  Then he pulled his fingers out abruptly and pushed me down onto the bed so I lay on my back.

  "Crawl up farther," he said as he removed his shirt and shorts, so that he was standing in his boxer briefs. I did, pulling myself back on the bed.

  "Are you going to tie me up?" I said, breathless, excited about the prospect.

  He frowned.

  "Sir, I mean."

  "Katherine, a slave doesn't ask her Master what he plans. She merely submits happily."

  "But you said…"

  "Shh," he said and took my hands and placed them above my head. "Keep your hands together like that. Imagine that they're restrained and tied to the bed frame. Don't let go no matter what."

  "Why aren't you going to restrain me for real?"

  "Kate," he said, his voice a bit frustrated. "You have to let me decide these things."

  I complied, holding my hands, my arms stretched above me.

  "Now, close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them. I don’t want you distracted by anything besides how your body feels."

  I nodded.

  He spread my thighs and lay between them, his mouth at my neck and then my breasts, sucking each nipple, squeezing my breasts as he did. My face was hot, my heart pounding, my groin aching. I knew he was going to eat me, as he said he would, and the anticipation was killing me, sending waves of desire through my body.

  He moved
down to my groin, to my shaved pussy, and licked it all over, the external labia, and around my inner thighs and it almost drove me crazy. When he finally licked my inner lips and clit, I groaned out loud, then inhaled sharply as he sucked them into his mouth.

  "Remember," he said, pulling off me. "You can't come this time. You have to tell me if you feel like you will."

  I said nothing, my eyes closed, my body so ready. He slipped his fingers into me and placed his mouth over me again, sucking me, licking me and soon, I felt that sweetness that always came before an orgasm.

  "I…" I gasped, my hands in his hair. "I'm going to…"

  He pulled off and removed his fingers, and I just lay there panting, so close. Without any stimulation, my impending orgasm waned and I panted, swallowing, my mouth dry.

  "Good girl," he said. "Keep your eyes closed."

  He stood up and pulled me back to the edge of the bed, my legs spread, my feet on the edge. "Put your hands above your head again. Now, I'm going to fuck you until I come inside of you. You're not allowed to come this time."

  I nodded, licking my lips, my brain fuzzy from lust.

  He then proceeded to stroke my clit with the head of his cock, repeating what he did to me that first night at my apartment, teasing me with it, poking the head into me just a bit before withdrawing and stroking my labia and clit slowly. He was deliberately arousing me again, building me back up to an orgasm, and when he entered me part of the way, I felt it start again.

  "I'm going…" I said, gasping as he pulled out, my thighs quaking. Again, he just waited. I felt hot all over, my body tense. After a moment, when my breathing slowed, he started once more, stroking his length over my pussy, then pushing in an inch, maybe two.

  I gasped. It felt so good, I thought I was going to pass out. He stopped moving and leaned over me, his cock still inside of me. His face was just above mine.

  "Open your eyes," he said, his voice firm. I did, staring into his. "I'm teaching you patience, Katherine. You have to get used to obeying me. You have to turn your body and mind over to me completely. Just feel."

  I nodded.

  "Now close your eyes again."

  I did. He started to thrust inside of me, slowly, agonizingly slowly, entering me a bit more with each thrust. He didn’t touch my clit, just fucked me, until his entire length was in me. It felt so good as he withdrew completely and then entered me again, slowly, over and over again. Then, he stroked my clit softly, lightly, and that additional stimulation was enough and I knew I'd come if he didn’t stop.

 

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