Desire's Awakening

by Gail DeYoung

  “I haven’t been like this with anyone for the past three years. Ever since Sara died, I locked away my heart, my soul and my body. Something inside me died that day with her. I haven’t felt the desire to hold another woman in my arms, or to make love to another woman. I’ve been numb.

  Then you arrived and changed everything. You made me realize that I am still a young man with desires that need to be satisfied. I am not desecrating her memory by doing this. Somehow I know she understands and I’m at peace with it. I can let her go now. Being with you makes me feel alive again. I can’t tell you how much that means to me. Thank you for bringing me back.”

  She stroked his face and looked deeply into his eyes.

  “Permission to speak, Sir?”

  “Yes, now you may respond.”

  “Sir, you are the most wonderful man I have ever met. I am so happy that I helped you. You deserve the best. My only desire is to please you, Sir.”

  “And that you do, girl.”

  She rose up on an elbow and drew a fingernail down his chest. As she got close to his cock, it jumped at her.

  “Oh!” She giggled.

  “Natural reaction,” he said, smiling.

  “I believe it’s time you pleasured me.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pushed her head in the direction of his cock. “Suck.”

  Kat decided to try something else she had learned from all her recent studying. Her fingers found a pressure spot on both legs where his thighs met his abs. With her fingertips, she pushed up simultaneously on both spots, hitting the arteries, which forced extra blood into his cock. She saw the surprise on his face when he realized that she knew about the very points where he was most vulnerable.

  His hands balled into fists at his side and he pounded the bed as she took his cock deep into her throat and sucked on it, imitating the motion of her insides grasping it. A groan escaped his lips. She sensed he was trying to hold back an orgasm to prolong her sensuous assault. Purposely, she licked under the crown with the tip of her tongue and drew her palm down the front of his cock along the bulging vein.

  He moaned. “You’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”

  “Do you wish me to stop, Sir?” She looked up momentarily at him.

  “No talking. Suck! I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.” He smacked her butt again. When she lowered her mouth down on him again, he groaned, grasping the satin sheet in his hands. His head was thrown back against the pillow and his face was skewed in pleasurable agony.

  She noticed that the tip was stretched taut and so very, very red. The gaping hole glistened with a drop of his come. She licked it off gently, remembering not to dip her tongue in there, and tasted the sweet saltiness of him.

  “You taste so good, Sir.”

  “Grrrrr!” he growled as he succumbed to a strong orgasm. She lowered her breasts so he could come on her.

  He shivered as the last of his come gushed forth and dribbled down the head of his cock. Taking a deep breath, she saw him look over at her.

  “You have trouble obeying orders tonight. I continually had to remind you not to speak. I know we’re in my room, but this is still a training session and I expect you to follow the rules we established early on. Your spanking tomorrow morning will be discipline for this infraction.”

  She hung her head and nodded, accepting his reprimand. She wanted to tell him how amazing he was, but now she was afraid to speak.

  “Now, get a warm cloth and clean my cock.”

  She bounded off the bed into the bathroom and rinsed the come off her chest. Then, she soaked a washcloth in hot water and carried it back to him with a dry towel slung over her forearm.

  He watched her closely from the moment she returned to bed. With the cloth, she gently washed off the head of his cock then cleaned his balls, stomach and the rest of his cock. She used the towel to pat him dry. He smiled.

  “Come here.”

  She tossed the cloths on the floor and climbed into bed with him, snuggling into his open arms.

  “Mmmm, you feel good right here.”

  She tried to stifle a yawn, but it was too overpowering. He laughed.

  “You’re tired. It’s been a long day.”

  “Sorry, Sir. Oh, I did it again.”

  “It’s all right. Apology accepted.”

  He sat up and took her hands in his hands, his eyes boring deep into hers. “You will sleep with me tonight. Here, in my bed.”

  Shocked, she placed her hand across her mouth. It was her wildest hope and her most dreaded nightmare. Her heart beat wildly and she felt dizzy.

  She couldn’t say no, though in the back of her mind she knew there might be repercussions from taking such a risk.

  “Permission to speak, Sir?”

  “Granted.”

  “I would like that very much, Sir.”

  “Good.”

  He got out of bed and walked around the room, blowing out the candles one by one. The room became shrouded in darkness with the exception of the final candle. He crawled in bed beside her and extinguished the solitary flame.

  “Come.”

  Lying on his side, he pulled her into him until they lay in the spooning position. His chest moved against her back as he inhaled her scent. “Rest. I will not require you to service me any more tonight. We’re going to have a busy day tomorrow preparing for Saturday’s party. You have done enough.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “One more thing. A sub’s spot is at the bottom of her Dominant’s bed. When I fall asleep, you will move into your proper position. I just want to hold you for a while. Good night.”

  She lay quietly and started to drift off to sleep, content in the arms of the man she loved. Her eyes popped open suddenly at the thought. Did the word “love” go through my mind? Damn! I can’t give him my heart. Tears spilled down her cheeks onto the pillow.

  Regardless of how she felt about him, it would be over in a few weeks when she was taken to the auction. Her training package would be sold to someone new and she would have to learn to love another man. Regardless of how she wished she could pursue her blossoming feelings for the Trainer, she reminded herself that she had to stop the feeling. She hoped it wasn’t too late.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kaitlin awoke at nine Friday morning and looked at the empty pillow where Damien had slept. She had moved to the end of the bed as instructed and vaguely recalled him waking her briefly to say that she could stay for a while before going to her room.

  A knock at the door frightened her and she pulled the sheet up to her chest, praying it was not Corinne.

  “Yes?” She cringed as the door swung open.

  Melissa, dressed in her French maid’s outfit, entered the bedroom bearing a tray of food. Kaitlin sighed in relief.

  “For you from Sir Damien,” the young submissive said, placing the food on the little table in front of a large leather chair. Kat was shocked that Melissa spoke to her and even more surprised that Damien had sent her breakfast.

  Kat wrapped the sheet around her body and padded over to the easy chair. Her favorite meal of hot oatmeal, strawberries and herbal tea lay before her. A red rose in a bud vase decorated the setting. How thoughtful Sir is, but he’s making it even more difficult to have to leave him soon.

  “Thank you.”

  The girl bowed and turned on her heel to leave the room. She closed the door softly behind her.

  Kaitlin ate in silence while surveying the room. Wilting rose petals lay scattered all over the floor and black rings smudged the tops of the crystal candle holders. The bittersweet reminders of last night made it even more important for her to protect her heart. She wondered whether last night’s lesson was part of every sub’s training or whether the Trainer had treated her special. She decided to ask Dolly about that when she spoke to her about her chores for the day.

  She stood and walked to the French doors where she saw it was another sunny day. Kat sighed. It was going to be hard to le
ave this all behind. But she had no choice.

  Finished with her meal, she loaded the dishes onto the tray and took it downstairs to the kitchen. While placing her plate into the dishwasher, she noted that someone had left dirty dishes in the sink.

  As Kat reached for a large, sharp knife to load into the dishwasher, another hand grabbed it. Before Kat had time to look at the female who had taken the knife, an arm wrapped around her waist and she was dragged roughly into the utility closet. Shock registered before she had time to scream and then she was afraid to do so. The knife was aimed at her jugular vein just above her collar. She tried to lean away from the imposing weapon, but her attacker pressed it closer. The sharp point pricked her skin and she felt a drop of blood trickle down her neck.

  “Did you really think I would stop bothering you just because Sir Damien told me to?” Corinne’s menacing tone echoed in her ear. “I could kill you right here and he couldn’t stop me. The Trainer is not around to save you now, because he’s training. I used to help him with that task, but thanks to you, I no longer have a job around here. My training package will be sold at the next auction and I’m going to make sure your sorry ass is there too. If I’m leaving, you’re leaving with me so don’t make any plans to stick around here because it’s not going to happen.”

  “What do you want from me?” Kat could barely get the strangled words out.

  “I want you to stay away from Sir Damien, or even better, tell him you wish to leave the program. I’ve been here a lot longer, so I have seniority. Once you’re out of the picture, he’ll realize he needs me again and I won’t have to leave.” She shook Kaitlin roughly and pushed the knife in a little harder against her neck. “Do you get my point? If you don’t, I’ll be more than happy to show you. You know, there’s something called ‘blood play’ in the S&M scene. It’s where a very sharp knife is used to make many superficial slashes on your neck and wrist. When the air hits the raw wounds, it causes some real nasty pain. If you’d like, I can give you a little example right now.”

  Kaitlin’s breaths came hard and fast. She felt her blood singing in her veins and knew she needed to remain calm. A droplet of sweat trickled down her face. She gambled that Corinne wouldn’t kill her. She just wanted to give her a good scare. Kat knew that Corinne had no more power, so she was trying a different tactic, hoping that Kat would fall for it. But Kat wasn’t swayed that easily. Eyeing the knife against her throat, she figured she had one chance to throw her opponent off guard.

  “Stop it, bitch! I’m not leaving. You can’t make me. You need to let go of your jealousy and get a life. He’s not yours and never will be!”

  “Ugh!” Corinne screamed and tossed Kat roughly against the mop and bucket. Kat lost her balance and tumbled to the floor, lying against the scattered cleaning apparatus.

  “All right, whore. If that’s the way you want it. You think I don’t know what you two were doing in his room last night? Well, think again. If it’s war you want, it is war you’ll get. And let me warn you, I don’t fight fair!” She slammed the closet door behind her.

  Kaitlin stood on wobbly legs and felt her neck. Luckily, the knife had only made a tiny hole just above her collar. No one would even notice it. She touched the spot and saw a drop of blood on her fingers. She shook her head. Why did Corinne have to make this so hard? She’d have to keep up her guard from now on, not knowing what her nemesis might have in store for her.

  She found Dolly in the laundry room.

  “Good morning.”

  Dolly looked up from folding some towels and her smile turned into a frown.

  “Good grief! Look at you! If you don’t look like you just saw a ghost. Are you all right? Come here, honey, and give me a hug!”

  Kaitlin was surprised at the offer, but happy to have a pleasant bonding with another female in the house. She readily accepted the offer, hugging back with equal fervor.

  “So, tell me what’s going on?”

  Kat could tell Dolly was genuinely concerned about her appearance. She wished she had checked a mirror before finding her so she could have waited until her color returned. She didn’t want her new mentor involved in her squabble with Corinne. It was personal between her and the jealous Switch. She shook her head.

  “It’s nothing. Really.”

  Dolly’s eyes narrowed. “All right. If you say so, but if you ever want to talk, I’m here for you.”

  Kat sighed in relief. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

  Dolly grinned. “So, are you gonna keep me in suspense or are you gonna share all the juicy details from last night?” Dolly’s enthusiasm was contagious and her smile brightened Kat’s mood.

  Kaitlin blushed. Dolly was more like a sister than anything else. She loved it.

  “Well, I’m not going to kiss and tell everything, but let’s just say I learned what fisting was all about last night.”

  Dolly squealed in delight. “Ain’t that just the most amazing orgasm you ever had? I tell you, the first time my Master tried that on me, I was scared. But he made me relax and took it real nice and slow and before I knew it, I was going absolutely wild. Of course, you can’t do that every night, it’s more like a treat every so often, but damn, girl! What a treat!”

  “Yes, that’s exactly how I felt. There is one thing that bothers me, however. And I know it’s really none of my business, but do you think he does that with every sub?”

  Dolly narrowed her eyes. “I get a feeling you aren’t spilling all the beans here, girl. Is there something going on between the two of you?”

  “Oh I…I’m not sure. It’s just that, well, he made the setting very romantic last night with soft music, candles, roses and champagne and I was just wondering if that’s the usual way of introducing a sub to fisting.”

  “Oh hell no! It’s usually done in the dungeon, not in the Master’s bed.”

  “He had me sleep with him last night also.”

  “Good Lord! He apparently ain’t giving a damn about the rules.”

  “Oh I see…” Kat bit her nail. Dolly seemed very interested in her contemplation.

  “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but be careful. I can tell you’re falling for that man. That’s really not very wise. If I were you, I would protect my heart. Remember, you’re going to auction soon.”

  Kat turned away. She didn’t want Dolly to know how sensitive a subject leaving this house had become to her.

  “Aww, honey, don’t worry. I’m sure someone you like will pay for your training package. But I’m telling you. This one will forget you and move on to the next sub who tickles his fancy after you’re gone.”

  Kaitlin thought about Damien’s comment last night, thanking her for bringing him back to life. She realized that Dolly’s statement was probably true. He had a lot of catching up to do…three year’s worth, to be exact. Kaitlin nodded sadly.

  “I guess you’re right. Thanks, Dolly.”

  She decided to find a way to distance her heart from Sir Damien. It certainly didn’t help to spend the night in his bed lying wrapped in his arms, for that gave her a false sense of security and made her feel loved. She realized the folly of that kind of thinking, for she was neither. The auction was only a couple weeks away. She had to hold out until then. One benefit from taking on a new attitude about the Trainer would be that it would keep the heat from Corinne’s glares down to a slow melt.

  “Sweetie, I know it’s hard to let go when you love a man, but under these circumstances, it’ll be worth it in the long run.”

  Kat shook her head. Dolly wrapped an arm around Kat’s shoulder as they walked into the kitchen.

  “Come on, enough of that depressing talk. Tomorrow night is the party and we’ve got lots to do. The other girls will clean the house, but I think Miss Tiffany could use some help preparing the hors d’oeuvres and desserts. Would you like to help her? She’ll be here in about fifteen minutes.”

  “I’d love to help Miss Tiffany.”

  “Okay, y’all have
a good day then. Bye!”

  * * * * *

  Sir Victor rang Damien’s doorbell at eleven Friday morning. Corinne’s call had intrigued him and he didn’t want to pass up an opportunity to meet a potential new sub. The door swung open to reveal a lovely young sub dressed in a black corset and stiletto heels. He licked his thick lips as he surveyed her charms displayed by her lovely outfit. She bowed her head in deference to him as he entered the household. He lifted a nipple by the gold ring and tugged roughly on it. She gasped.

  “Very nice. Tell Sir Damien that Sir Victor is here.” He smacked her hard on the rear as she turned on tip-toe to do his bidding.

  “Oh!”

  He laughed at her surprised response and took a seat in the waiting room. Impatiently, he flipped through the pages of a current men’s magazine, running a finger between the blonde centerfold’s legs. “I’d twist and yank on those lips until you scream,” he told the naked model in the magazine.

  Damien arrived five minutes later, looking rather disturbed at the intrusion.

  “Victor, what brings you here today?” The annoyance in his voice was evident.

  “What? An old friend can’t just drop by without an appointment?”

  “You never drop by without an appointment. And I think the term ‘friend’ is misleading.”

  “Oh well, I thought we got past that,” Victor said flippantly. He dropped the magazine and stood next to his ex-friend. Though a bitter disagreement over a sub had broken their friendship many years ago, he still remained a good customer. Their relationship had cooled to a respectful disrespect for one another. Business was business and there weren’t a lot of choices in Damien’s profession. With an impeccable reputation, Damien was the best there was and his subs were known for their high quality. The unfortunate transaction last month did not prevent him from coming back for another try. After all, Damien always kept his word.

  “I was in the area and thought I’d drop by and check on your crop of subbies in training. Never know when I might just find my next…er, playmate. Besides, you owe me one.”