by S. E. Lund
"I know,” she said, smiling. “I felt very cheated. Like false advertising…" She pouted. For a moment, I took her seriously but then I laughed when I realized she was teasing me.
"I better get it together."
She nodded, smiling at me. "I'd like that. Finally get what I paid for."
I grinned. "One of these nights, we could meet at 8th Avenue. You have a key. I'd want you to wait for me," I said, running a finger across the tops of her breasts, making her shiver. "Naked except for your stockings and garters and a blindfold. I want you kneeling on a pillow by the bed, your lips parted. I want you nice and wet for me, waiting."
"When?"
"Shh," I said, holding a finger to her lips. "That's for me to decide. I'll text you and let you know."
I pulled her into my arms and kissed her neck, my lips trailing down her throat to the swell of her breasts. I had to teach her to just submit, and stop asking when and what and how. It was hard for her – like she said, she’d been independent for quite a awhile, and as much as submission appealed to her, she fought it out of fear of what it meant about her. If I let her, she’d keep peppering me with questions and hoping for reassurances. I had to take control and not let her question my decisions and plans.
The best way to silence her was to take over and kiss her, arouse her, stop her talking. So I kissed her, my kiss soft, my fingers in her hair. Her mouth was so inviting, her lips soft and lush and parted willingly when I explored her with my tongue, finding hers, the touch of hers on mine making my cock jump.
I unbuttoned her sweater and ran my tongue along the top of one breast. She shivered, her skin all gooseflesh. I couldn’t get enough of her breasts, and rolled down the fabric of one cup, squeezing it, my thumb and finger tweaking the nipple to a hard point. She inhaled when I covered it with my mouth and sucked, my tongue soft against the hard nub. She groaned, and that sound made me even harder.
I had enough of her clothed and so I pushed her down on the bed and began to undress her, impatient to have her naked beneath me, struggling with her buttons before pulling the sweater off over her head. I pulled down the other cup and sucked on her nipple, and she gasped when I drew my teeth over the hard nub.
I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted to titillate her with the idea that a tiny bit of pain followed by pleasure could heighten the experience. I unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them, pulling them off her hips slowly. Underneath was a matching pair of cream lace bikini panties.
"What are you going to do?" she said.
"Katherine," I replied, frowning for effect. "No questions."
She grimaced. "Sorry. But when we started all this, Lara picked you because you love to teach. I was supposed to be a student…"
"School's out." I kissed her again, silencing her with my mouth, one hand squeezing a breast while the other cradled her head.
I ran my hands over her body, my fingers grazing her erect nipples, my palms sliding over her belly. I slipped one hand under her ass, pulling her up on the bed and I lay on top of her, grinding my erection hungrily against her groin. She whimpered, and thrust her hips up to meet me.
I kissed her again and traced a line from her throat to her shoulder and down to one breast, circling her nipple, before moving lower over her belly. I spread her thighs and slipped my fingers between her folds to the entrance to her body. She groaned and writhed under my touch and her responsiveness aroused me even more. I slid two fingers inside of her body and received a gasp in reward, her body trembling.
I left a trail of kisses and licks on her belly and lower until I was between her spread thighs, her body open to me completely. I kept her like that, enjoying the sight of her pussy spread out for me to see, keeping her open with a hand on each of her knees.
I left the bed and went to my closet and my bondage cupboard, which I had locked. I removed a key from a shelf and opened the lock. Inside the cabinet, I sorted through a selection of leather ties, straps, some thin nylon rope, several dildos and butt plugs and several long spreader bars.
I selected several leather cuffs, some longer straps, a small butt plug, a bottle of lubricant and returned, my hands behind my back.
"Lie with your head at the top of the bed. Close your eyes, Katherine."
She said nothing in reply, closing her eyes, biting her lip.
"Don't be nervous,” I said firmly. “Nothing I do will hurt."
She nodded and took in a deep breath, moving further up on the bed, lying with her hands over her head close to the headboard and her eyes closed.
I climbed onto the bed and straddled her hips. First, I tied a soft cloth blindfold around her head, covering her eyes. I knew she’d be too curious to keep her eyes shut, especially when I used the butt plug, so I had to use the blindfold. It would heighten her anticipation, and focus her so that she paid attention to her body and what she was feeling instead of what things looked like. Next, I attached leather cuffs to each of her wrists before fastening them to the headboard. She pulled on them and was able to move an inch or two, no more.
I left the bed and went to the fridge, wanting to use some ice to introduce her to different sensations, the burn of ice something that would help her get over her fear of new experiences. I returned with a glass of ice and as I sat on the bed, I took an ice cube and pressed it against the skin of her neck. She gasped as I trailed the ice cube from the base of her throat below her collarbone, down between her breasts, circling each one, her skin all goose bumps. I held the ice against one nipple and then the other, each one tightening to hard points. The chill from the ice would be intense, almost bordering on pain. I held it on her nipple as long as I could and covered it with my mouth, my tongue circling it, stimulating it further.
She writhed beneath me as I repeated this on the other nipple, the alternating sensation of cold and warm would intensify her pleasure.
"Oh, God," she groaned. I squeezed her breasts together and pulled each nipple with my teeth, softly, just enough pressure to border on pain. When I sucked them, one after the other, she gasped and arched her back, pressing up against my mouth so I knew she was enjoying the sensations.
I left the remaining chip of ice between her breasts, where it sat and melted into a cold pool of water. I slid another ice cube down her ribs, over one hip and across her belly to the other hip, circling her navel in the process. She squirmed, biting her lip. I slipped the ice between her labia, pressing it against her clit, and was rewarded with a gasp, moving her hips in response.
"Be still," I said, my voice firm.
I kept the ice on her clit until she groaned out loud, and covered her with my mouth, my tongue swirling against the swollen bud. She moaned in response and ground her hips. I slipped the ice just inside her body, following it with my tongue. She clenched around me and so I knew she wanted more. I slid a finger and then two inside as I sucked and stroked her, and she was completely focused on what I was doing. Now was the time to try some anal play so I lubed up one finger on my other hand and press it against her, softly, barely detectable, but she tensed.
I pulled my mouth away. "Relax. I promise if you relax and trust me, you'll enjoy this. Do you trust me, Katherine?"
She nodded, but said nothing. When I pressed my finger inside a bit more, she gasped and clenched instinctively to keep me out.
"Relax, Katherine. Take in a deep breath."
She did, inhaling deeply and my finger slid inside a bit more.
"Good girl."
I continued to stimulate her with my mouth and fingers, my other finger slipping in a little further past her resistance and soon, she was trembling and I knew that despite the anal contact, she was ready.
"I think I…" she said, her voice hoarse.
I stopped licking her and slipped my finger inside her a bit deeper. I continued, waiting for her to come close once more. In this way, I prepared her and when she was coming down from the next peak, I slipped the lubricated plug inside her a bit, past her remaining resistance. I co
vered her once more with my mouth, knowing that the combination of sensations would be even greater, more arousing if she could get past the concept of being anally penetrated.
Soon, her thighs were shaking and she thrust her hips up against my mouth.
"Master, I…"
This time, I didn't stop and continued my motions, my mouth covering her pussy, my tongue stroking incessantly over her clit, my fingers inside her, stroking, and the combined pressure pushed her over. I let her come this time, wanting her to feel the pleasure of orgasm while the plug was inside of her and was rewarded by her body tensing, her flesh clenching around everything.
"Oh, God," she cried out. I didn’t stop, wanting to keep her at the peak as long as possible, my mouth insistent, my fingers stroking.
Finally, I stopped as her orgasm began to wane. I could feel the convulsions against my fingers in the aftermath, and I enjoyed this proof of her pleasure. Finally, I pulled my fingers out and lifted my mouth from her flesh, but I left the plug inside.
"There," I said, as I rose up and loomed over top of her, my hands on either side of her. I kissed her deeply. "One more barrier down."
"Thank you," she said, "for breaking down one of my barriers."
"You were afraid."
"Yes."
"Does this show you that you can trust me to know what will give you more pleasure?"
She nodded. She had to learn to trust me, but that would only come by showing her that nothing I did would hurt her. Everything I did was designed to bring her pleasure. I had more experience than her and knew what a woman could enjoy if she was open to it.
She could let me take her where I wanted her to go, knowing it was all about getting the most pleasure for us both.
I covered her nipple with my mouth and sucked hard, wanting to keep her level of arousal high so she would come once more while I fucked her. I unfastened her cuffs and flipped her over onto her knees, the blindfold still in place. I leaned over her, one hand around her waist so I could play with her clit, while with the other, I cupped a breast, tweaking her nipple, squeezing it.
I wanted to build her up once more so she was ready for me. I slid the head of my cock against her labia, stimulating her with long slides of my shaft against her pussy, before pushing inside her just a bit. I kept up the stimulation on her clit while I slowly pushed inside further and further with each thrust. I wanted her to adjust to the plug and my thickness before thrusting with any real intensity.
Satisfied that she was more than ready, I began to fuck her, thrusting slowly in and out, keeping my fingers on her clit as I leaned over her back.
"Oh, God, I'm going to…" she said, unable to finish her sentence. I didn't stop thrusting, and soon, I felt her body tense beneath me as her orgasm started. She cried out, her small cries of pleasure spurring me on, so that I thrust harder and faster, and soon I came as well, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her tightly against my body with each deep thrust, the pleasure blinding as I ejaculated deep inside of her.
When the pleasure subsided, I leaned over her, collapsing against her, my mouth on her shoulder.
I was pleased that she responded so well to the anal training with the small plug. I knew that she could respond if she let herself and so it would be my goal to slowly show her exactly that.
CHAPTER FIVE
I pulled out slowly, relishing the sight of my semen dripping out of her well-used and pleasured pussy. It was a kink of mine, one that was tied up in some unconscious notion of impregnation, completely male, although I always took measures to ensure my subs were on the pill and could not get pregnant. Still, it was an interesting kink, considering how I was the loner type who was far too busy for emotional entanglements.
I removed the plug and helped Kate lie on her side before going to the bathroom for a washcloth so I could provide her with aftercare.
I washed the plug off and my hands, then returned to the bedroom and washed Kate with a warm washcloth, tending to her needs.
"I think I want to stay here tonight," I said when I was done, my arms around her, my face nestled in the crook of her neck while she sat on my lap. "You should call your father and let him know."
Kate nodded and slipped out of my arms, going to where she’d dropped her bag to retrieve her cell. I watched her from across the room while she dialed her father's number. After a few rings, he answered.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said, her face transforming to a sweet little girl talking to her beloved father. "We're going to stay at Drake's place in Chelsea tonight."
There was a pause while Ethan responded and then she replied. "It's really nice. He's converted the dining room into a music room."
"Just a bit more packing but yes, we're almost ready."
"Good night, Daddy."
She ended the call and quickly checked her messages. I watched from the bed, wondering what kind of mail she received. She sat on the bed beside me and bit her lip as if concerned.
"What is it?" I said, reaching out to squeeze her arm.
"An email from Dawn."
I exhaled heavily. "What trouble is she trying to raise now?"
She shook her head and read silently.
"What is it?" I said, leaning closer, my chin on her shoulder as I looked over it to her cell.
She closed the email program and turned to me, her face a strange mixture of wonder and fear. I lay back on the bed, resting on my elbow, prepared for bad news.
She took in a deep breath. "Tell me about Sunita."
Fuck.
I inhaled deeply. "I knew it," I said, shaking my head. I lay back on the bed and ran my fingers through my hair. What the fuck could I say about Sunita?
"Tell me, Drake. Dawn said I should ask you what happened with her."
I frowned. "What did Dawn tell you about her?"
She shook her head. "She said I should ask you about her. That's all. Nothing else."
I closed my eyes. Of all the subs Kate should learn about, Sunita was the one I did not want to have to talk about. It wasn’t that I was ashamed of our relationship. It was just that Sunita was a problem. A mistake.
"Sunita was one of my first subs. You have to understand," I said, rising up on my elbow. "Lara didn't believe I wasn't into pain. She thought I was being gallant, so she thought Sunita might help bring it out. Sunita was a bit of a painslut. Lara was trying to see if I was into pain."
Kate frowned.
"I tried, Kate," I said, needing to make her understand. "It did nothing for me so I didn't do it with any conviction. Sunita had a bit of a crush on me. She was upset when things didn't work out between us and tried to stir up trouble."
"What did she do?"
"She tried to force me to do what she wanted,” I said. “Lara finally hooked Sunita up with a new Dom, but she's always made me know how she felt. I've seen her a few times at dungeon parties and she's tried to get back with me. I've always refused her politely."
"Then you intentionally hurt her."
"Only as part of my training," I said in protest. "Once I discovered my own hard limits, I never did S&M again. What is it with Dawn?" I said, leaning over to kiss her shoulder. "Why can't she understand?"
"She was traumatized as a young girl. It's her blind spot."
"You're very generous with her." I shook my head. "If she were my friend, I'd have ended it with her by now."
"She's only trying to help. She really believes I'm in danger from you."
I pulled her onto my lap, so that her arms threaded around my neck and her face was level with mine. I needed to look in her eyes to see if she could understand. "I hope you know you're not. I'd never purposely hurt you, Kate. I love you."
"I know," she said, avoiding my eyes.
"Look, if you doubt me, Lara can tell you."
"No, that's all right," she said, her voice sounding apologetic. "I don't need to call her. You've never done anything to make me question you. I've never been afraid of you."
I nodded. "We have
to trust each other for this relationship to work."
"I know. But maybe before we leave, I'll meet with Dawn and have it out. Try to reason with her."
"Why?" I said, frustrated with her that she kept trying to be friends with someone who clearly was unhinged about us. "What do you owe her? She tried to break us up. She tried to harm me professionally."
"She did." She cupped my cheek with a hand. "But she's like family. I've been her friend forever. I owe her one last chance to make her understand. Or at least, accept."
I sighed and pulled her closer, my face in the crook of her neck. "You're too good."
"She's been there for me through so much of my own stuff. When my mother died. Flyboy. Problems with my father. Africa. I can't throw her over without one last try."
I nodded, pushing her hair away from her shoulder, which I bit softly then kissed.
"Sweet, forgiving Kate." I pulled her down on top of me, her head resting on my chest. "If you really want to see her, go ahead, but at some point, you'll have to decide if keeping her as a friend is worth the aggravation.” I slipped out from under her and tucked her into the bed. I bent down to kiss her. “You go to sleep. I have to zip to the hospital and check on a case."
She nodded and watched as I dressed. I left her alone in the apartment and went to the hospital with extreme reluctance, but I’d put it off too long. I hated leaving Kate at that precise moment and knew that while I was gone, her mind would be going over the whole thing with Sunita. Without me there to comfort her, I was afraid she’d make too much of it.
I went to the hospital and checked on my patients, reading over their charts to see how they had been doing post-op and going in to see them personally. I spoke with the nurses who cared for them and was satisfied that everything was going as expected. The cases were complicated and required close observation for the first day after surgery, but so far there were no complications. On my drive back to the apartment, I thought about Sunita and was angry that Dawn had been snooping around looking for dirt on me so she could try to convince Kate that I was dangerous.