Winning Cait

by Zoe Mullins

She whimpered, but responded with a quiet, “Yes Sir” as he brought the belt down upon her ass. She cried out. Not from pain, he knew, because she was already pushing back, wanting another, but from the pleasure and surprise of it. From this angle above her, he didn’t have the chance to soothe her cheeks between blows.

  He missed that, but he loved her in this position. Totally spread open and at his mercy. He teased her with a few slaps of the belt. They came closer and closer to her pussy, grazing her fingers where they held herself open for him.

  Her ass was pink and she was quietly begging, when he tossed the belt aside and stepped out of his jeans. “Suck me,” he ordered as she hastily returned to her knees and wrapped her lips around his cock. No preamble, no teasing, licking or nibbling.

  Her hands were gripping his thighs as he relentlessly slid his cock in and out of her mouth. He palmed his cock, squeezing its base. He wasn’t going to wait. This orgasm was for him.

  “Sit back, baby, I’m going to come,” he told her when he couldn’t hold off another second. She sat back on her heels, her hands cupping her breasts, presenting them to him. Her eyes remained lowered, but he could see the seductive little smile that lifted the corners of her mouth. She wanted this too.

  His cock erupted and he painted her tits with his release.

  As the orgasm wrung the last drop from him, he slid to his knees in front of her, and gathered her face in his hands and seized her lips in a crushing kiss. Her wet breasts slid against his chest.

  “Wet and nasty,” she whispered biting his lips, trailing tiny kisses across his jaw, pulling his earlobe between her teeth. “Just like I wanted it.”

  He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her back. “That was the preshow. Now we get to the real thing.”

  “If this isn’t the real thing…”Cait wondered aloud as Jackson led her to the bedroom. “I can’t wait to see what you have in mind.”

  Jack watched her as she took in the details of the room, her eyes alighting on the Liberator piece that she had seen previously in his dungeon. She bit her lip and ran her hand over the smooth leather. He knew he was right to bring it upstairs. There were times when he would want to make their play more formal and use the dungeon, but the versatility of this piece gave him a great range of options on a daily basis. Even if his mother or his housekeeper did recognize it as anything but a lounger, they would be too polite to say anything.

  Cait waited for instruction. He told her how he wanted her, and he helped her into position. On her back, her hips raised, her hands over her head. He cuffed her in place so that she was open to anything he wanted to do to her.

  “You comfortable?” he asked gently as he supported her head with an extra pillow on the center wedge.

  “My heart is beating a mile a minute, but yes, comfortable,” she confided.

  “Slow your breath. You know what to do.”

  He watched as she found the rhythm of her breath. Her eyes closed and she breathed deeply through her nose, held it a moment before releasing it. She looked as if she was meditating.

  With a palm beneath her head, he lifted her enough to slide an eye mask on. “I trust you to keep your eyes closed, but now you don’t need to think about it.” His hand stroked down her cheek and over her jaw. She kissed his palm before he stepped away.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to see you spread out like this for me again.”

  “I think I have a good idea how long.” She laughed.

  He slapped the inside of herthigh. “Sir,” he reminded her, but his tone was light.

  “Sir,” she purred as the sting of the paddle spread.

  “You know, I’m not sure you are taking this seriously enough.” His tone had changed, his voice a little lower, gruffer.

  He flicked his wrist so that the sting of the paddle bit the inside of her other thigh.

  She caught her lower lip between her teeth and moaned. The next slap elicited a squeal. He understood the sensations swamping her.

  He repeated the process, slapping her thighs, inside, outside, and then her pussy again, a little harder this time. He said nothing but continued to play her like a drum set and she began to squirm as much as her bonds would allow. Not from pain, he was confident the sting was too mild for that, but because of the lovely heat it was building inside her. She wanted more. “Jackson,” she moaned.

  He snapped the paddle against her mound. “Fuck,” she whispered.

  “What do you call me?”

  She groaned as he lay his palm against with her pussy, cupping her sex. He could feel the heat from the paddle.

  “Sir,” she whispered shakily. “Please, Sir.”

  Mollified, he trailed his fingers up her body. He bent over her, the weight of him pressing lightly against her. He dragged the fine stubble on his chin over her breasts. His whiskers stung abrading her her nipples.

  “I love how dusky your nipples are,” he whispered against her skin. His handssliding up and down along her torso. “How dark they get when I play with them. I want to make them ache. I want you to feel that ache for days.”

  His hands slipped up to cup her breasts, his thumbs sliding over her nipples with unhurried strokes, followed by his tongue, laving first one, then the other. He toyed with the barbell, twisting his tongue around it.

  When he finally took her nipple into his mouth, she sighed.

  He could tell she was holding back. He knew she wanted to beg for more, but she was either too proud, or too confident that he would give her what she needed. He liked to think it was the latter.

  “You’re killing me, Sir,” she whispered.

  He chuckled then clasped his teeth both above and below her nipple. He bit as he sucked. He could tell the intensity of it by the way she fought the sensation beneath him. She started to thrash but she was too well bound to move.

  He pinched her other nipple between his fingers, mimicking the bite, squeezing repeatedly. “Ride it out.” He raised his head, giving her a moment of respite before repeating the process on the opposite side.

  Her body told him when the pain became pleasure, and she started to slip into subspace. She stopped fighting the sensations, her body melting into the leather, pliant beneath his.

  “Pretty,” he said, leaning back from her breasts. “So red already.” He pinched both nipples, twisting them a little harder than he had before, preparing her for the feel of the clamp. Her eyes flared open and she cursed. “Too much?” he checked in, but she shook her head. Not too much for Cait.

  “Do not come,” he ordered, his hand grabbing her jaw, his face over hers. She looked up at him as he licked her lips. “Hold back, baby. I don’t want to have to punish you more.”

  She growled in response, “Sadist.”

  Jack laughed. “Oh, for that, my girl can wait.”

  * * * * *

  He undid her cuffs and helped her to stand. She her legs felt like Jell-O but she let him turn her, bending her so her belly rested against the slick leather, her clamped nipples finding some relief against the cool material. She pressed them deep against the leather as he re-cuffed her hands and her legs. Her ass and pussy a raised target for whatever he had in mind.

  She felt him slide a hand between her legs. She knew he would find her sex wet. She could feel its liquid heat on her thighs. She had loved it when he paddled her pussy.

  “Who do you belong to?” he asked.

  “You, Sir.” She may not remember her own name right now, but she knew that. “Only you.”

  “Fuck.” She heard him curse. “I forgot how beautiful your submission could be.” Before she could react to that, her ass was on fire. The whizz through the air was the only warning before the cane landed. Then she was cursing too. He brought it down two more times.

  She was breathing hard. It hurt, but it she knew it wasn’t causing any damage. He would never do that. He would take care of her, always, and all she had to do was submit. Give herself over to him. The pain morphed into something stronger
. It was a symbol of her acceptance.

  That acceptance was rewarded as cool lube slid down between her ass cheeks. He said he would possess her, body and soul. And he had alwayslovedher ass.

  He told her so now.

  “I can’t wait totake your ass again,” he warned her. “I can’t wait to see it flower open for me. You will be so tight, but you willtake me.”

  She bit her lip as he pressed one then two fingers slowly inside her ass. She loved it but it still stung as he stretched her tender flesh and slid his fingers slowly, too slowly, in and out.

  “I don’t want to hurt you baby,” he whispered and she felt more cool lube against her ass. “So I need to know. Are you used to a cock in your ass?”

  She shook her head. “No. Plug.” She may not be able to see him, but she knew Jack would be smiling at that. Was that his plan too? Would he give her time to adjust to a plug again before he usedher ass for his own pleasure?

  “He would plug this sweet hole while he fucked your pussy?”

  She nodded and she felt tears forming behind the blindfold. If he would just touch her clit, she would come. She needed it so badly.

  She was bereft at the loss of his fingers, until something harder, thicker replaced it. But still, she knew it wasn’t him. It was a good size butt plug though. “Push down, baby,” he encouraged her. “Take it inside you. When you do, I’ll let you come.”

  The thought of reward had her body opening to him, blossoming. She needed that orgasm. The toy pressed deeper until it was clasped inside her. His fingers traced along the flare of the plug then slid lower, squeezing her clit.

  She saw stars behind her eyelids as the massive ache in her belly convulsed into one never-ending wave of pleasure. She was still coming when she felt Jack sliding his cock into her, cursing and praising how tight she was. She clamped down on him, her body desperate to hold his flesh within hers. Then she lost thought of anything at all as the sharp crest of her orgasm crashed into her.

  She felt his fingers tighten on her hips, as he pistoned in and out of her. Over and over, until he arched against her. A primal growl filled the air as he came inside her.

  Tears rolled down her cheeks as her body found perfect peace beneath Jackson’s weight. His hands slid over hers, blanketing her. Cherishing her. In that moment she knew she’d never been cherished more. “I love you.”

  He nuzzled her neck. “I love you too.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Rebecca bounced Hank on her knee. She was beginning to agree with her friends who said she they couldn’t imagine she was a grandmother. On days like today, neither could she. The four-month-old just wouldn’t stop crying. She had fed him, burped him, changed him, rocked him, changed him and rocked him again. Only when she was bouncing him on her lap would he stop crying.

  Johnathon had taken Suzie’s two-year-old, Layla, to the park to play on the swings and hopefully tire her out for nap time. Rebecca had also wanted some time alone with Suzanne.

  She couldn’t deny that her daughter had her worried. Until her daughter had come to her two months ago, asking for their help leaving David, she had thought they had a good marriage.

  Suzie had been a distant and difficult teenager, obsessed with being popular. She had to have the newest fashion and the latest hairstyle. Had to go to the right parties and hang out with the right friends. If she had had two words to say to her parents, it was to ask for something, and usually it was for the keys to the car.

  They had been lucky. Except for some underage drinking at parties, Suzanne at least had never gotten into any serious trouble.

  She had been in university, studying for her Bachelor’s in Education, when Jack moved back to take care of the business. Then in her last year, she had met David. David was a few years older and had a good job at a law firm in the city.

  Suzie changed, and Rebecca thought, for the better.

  David was close to his family and it rubbed off. They heard from her more often. She shared with them what was going on with her students and David’s job. She seemed so happy and truly settled for the first time in her life.

  Of course, when Suzie called them a few months ago asking for help to leave David they were shocked and concerned. She had wanted her own place and time to think, she said, so they had found a nice little furnished cottage to rent for the season but with a toddler and a newborn, she needed extra help.

  Like this morning. Rebecca was supposed to be heading to the Ladies Auxiliary fundraising meeting, when Suzie had shown up with the kids. She had laundry to do and a house to clean and “Couldn’t you just take them until lunch, Mom?”

  It was now nearly four in the afternoon and Suzie wasn’t back yet.

  Rebecca looked down at Hank, who had fallen asleep on her lap. She wasn’t sure she dared to move to his travel crib, but she needed a cup of coffee. Carefully, she lifted him from her lap, mimicking the bouncy movement as she brought him to his crib and tucked him in. She sighed when he stayed sleeping.

  She had just finished brewing a fresh pot of coffee when Suzie came in through the kitchen door.

  She put down a handful of shopping bags. Reitmans. Suzy Shier. La Senza. Rebecca eyed the bags and counted to ten. “Coffee?” she offered her daughter, gesturing her to join her at the table.

  Suzie smiled brightly. “I would love one. I haven’t had anything since lunch.”

  “I’m glad you got so much done today.”

  “Well, you know. I got home and I looked at the laundry and the dishes, and said the hell with it. I needed a meday.” She sipped her coffee. “You know?”

  “We all deserve those days once in a while.”

  “And tomorrow I booked a spa day. Hair, nails, massage—the works.”

  “I’m happy for you. You need something to take you out of yourself,” Rebecca said, and she did believe that. She just didn’t want them to be caught babysitting again. “I can recommend two great sitters who will come to your house and look after Hank and Layla.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean that Nora Ross is a teacher and now sits for a number of families on a regular basis. Her references are impeccable. Or, if you would like someone used to infants and toddlers, there is Denise Cormier, who has a degree in early childhood education. Both will come to your home and look after the kids whenever you want to get out and do something, or if you justneedsomeone to watch them while you catch up on sleep or housework.”

  “You think I can’t take of my kids,” Suzie growled. “You think I need these women to come in and help. I’m not enough of a mother.”

  Rebecca’s eyes widened. “OhSuzie, that’s not at all what I said,” she said, trying to placate her. “It’s just that you have things you want to get out and do, and you should do them. But your father and I have long-standing engagements that we also can’t miss.”

  “Oh, right!” Suzie’s voice grew higher. “Why should I think you would want to spend time with your grandchildren?”

  “Of course we want to spend time with them, but we can’t just change plans at the drop of a hat. We have people counting on us. Obligations.”

  “I thought I could count on you.” Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes. “I hate to be another of your obligations.”

  “That’s not what I said.”

  “It is exactly what you said. You will help others but not your own daughter.”

  “You can’t justexpect us to drop everything at your whim,” Rebecca said firmly. “Your father has appointments and meetings. He’s active with the city council, you know that. Why am I explaining all this to you when you already know it?”

  “No. I guess I was stupid to expect you to put me first.”

  Just then the front door opened and Layla came rushing in with her grandfather close behind. “Nana, we went on the big slide.” Her eyes went wide when she saw her mother, and she ran to her throwing her arms around her legs. “Mama!”

  “Go get your sweater and your bag,La
yla. We have taken up too much of Nana’s precious time today.”

  “What’s going on in here?” Johnathon asked, looking to Rebecca, who gave him a grim look and shook her head. Suzie stormed through the house grabbing Hank’s diaper bag and waking Hank from his nap. He began to wail.

  Layla dragged her little knapsack into the kitchen. “Goodbye Nana and Papa. I love you.”

  “We love you too.” Rebecca bent down and gave her a hug.

  “Come on Layla-monster,” John said, “I’ll get you into your car seat.” He followed behindSuzie and the baby, holding Layla’s hand.

  Rebecca turned her attention to the dishes. She was silently fuming at Suzie, and wondering if she was a horrible mother as Suzie thought.

  “Well,” John came in and kissed Rebecca on the head, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “That was awkward.”

  “Did she say anything to you?”

  “Not a word. We put the kids in their car seats and she was gone.”

  “Oh Jack,” she turned to her husband and buried her face in his chest. “I feel horrible.”

  “Did you do something horrible or did she make you feel horrible?”

  Rebecca looked up. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean that girl always had a knack of turning everything around until you and I felt guilty.”

  “She booked a spa day for tomorrow and I suggested the names of a couple of sitters.”

  “We rented her a house and offered to get her a housekeeper or a nanny. Oh no, she could do it all herself. So we started planning a few mornings a week when we could help her out. You’ve gone there to do laundry and watch the kids so she could sleep. I’ve taken the kids to the park while she went to get groceries or shop,” he reminded her. “She’s the one who showed up this morning and just dropped the kids here.” He shook his head. “Shit, you were already dressed for your meeting.”

  “I know.”

  “No, you don’t.” He took his wife’s face between his palms and looked at her. “Today was not about you. You made a reasonable suggestion. This was about Suzie not getting her own way.”