During the whole performance, Katherine's attention had been focused on the submissive and her reactions to the needles, because she knew Alec was going to ask her to experience it, since it was one of his favorite fetishes. Even so, she was aware of Alec's body, feeling how the tension he had experienced was slowly going away, and he relaxed, watching the show.
The submissive obviously felt pain, but it was also obvious that the pain was an instrument of her pleasure. The bliss written on her face was so clear, you could almost envy its deepness.
Lady Deviant exposed the submissive's pussy to the audience, just to show how aroused the woman was. She then grabbed a Hitachi wand and pressed it to the throbbing clitoris and it only took her seconds to come wildly.
Lady Deviant claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss before she proceeded to remove the needles.
Katherine was concentrating on looking at the scene when she felt Alec's hand sliding underneath her skirt and panties, chuckling when he discovered her drenched pussy.
"Did you like what you saw, girl?" he whispered in her ear, kissing and nibbling it.
"I'm invoking the Fifth Amendment, Master, there's no way I'm answering that question," she answered, avoiding his eyes, struggling to ignore his fingers running around her pussy.
"I'm afraid that doesn’t work with me, girl. I own you, I own that precious body of yours, your mind, even your soul." His answered was accompanied with a very arrogant smile.
"Oh, Master, don’t you think that's being a bit greedy? My soul belongs to God and no one else," she replied, obviously teasing him.
In response to her words, his fingers found her clit and pinched it hard, ripping a loud moan from her lips.
"Answer my question, girl." The order was unmistakable, and she felt compelled to answer.
"Yes, Master, for some weird reason I find that extremely arousing. But I'm not sure I could go through with it." Her answer was honest and showed her doubts about something so extreme, that she had never even considered trying it, until she met him.
"I understand that, and I'm just asking you to try. We'll go slowly, a step at a time. Do you think you can do that?" his eyes were locked on hers and his fingers never left her pussy.
Katherine moaned and squirmed in his lap.
"Oh, that's so unfair, Master, I can't think straight like that."
He laughed rubbing his nose on her neck.
"I never said I was fair." He kissed and nibbled her earlobe. "So tell me, are you willing to try it?"
Katherine sighed, but she knew she wasn’t going to say no. She really wanted to please him, and her curiosity and desire to experience it grew with every time she learned more about it.
"Yes, Master, I'm willing to try," she acquiesced.
"Do you want your first experience to be with me or would you prefer to have it at the hands of Lady Deviant? She is far more experienced than me," he said, his other hand grabbing one of her breasts.
She gave it some thought, but actually, she had no doubts. "With you, Master, I have no desire to experience anything with anyone else."
He kissed her deeply, happy with her answer, his fingers pushing her harder to the edge, rubbing, pinching her knob and her nipple.
"Master…" she begged, gasping for air, feeling the orgasm building inside her.
"Come for me, girl." He whispered in her ear, pressing harder, pushing her more and more. And she came hard, furiously, all over his fingers, not aware of anything else other than him and the pleasure he was giving her and he muffled her moans by kissing her.
When calm returned to her body, he finally took his fingers out of her, presenting them to her, coated in her juices.
"Clean them up for me," he demanded, and she looked at him and at his fingers, doubting. She had never tasted her own juices, but he wasn’t giving her any choice, so she opened her mouth and let him put them inside, licking them, and tasting its bitter sweetness, until she had them cleaned.
He finally took his fingers out of her mouth and kissed her once more.
"Let's do it." He helped her up, and got up.
"What? Now… Master?" she looked at him, horrified. She wasn’t ready for that.
"There's no better moment than the present, girl."
"I'm not ready, Master," she protested.
"You will never be ready, girl." She knew he was right, but even so…
He didn’t let her say another word. He dragged her behind him, directly to the thematic rooms, and in no time, they were standing in front of the one labeled as Doctor's Office. He opened the door and let her in.
The place looked pretty much like a real doctor's office, with its white tiles, and its sterilized looks, an examination table, and even a gynecologist’s table, with cabinets filled with medical instruments.
"You're very realistic with the decors, Master." She admired the room.
"We do our best." He guided her to the gynecologist's table and after taking all her clothes out, he helped her up. "Since this is your first time, I'm going to restrain you on the table, because I can't trust you to stay still. Keep in mind that you will always be able to call RED, if you find it more than you can take. Just don’t act out of cowardice."
"I've never been a coward and I won't become one now… Master," she retorted, and he chuckled.
"Good." He made her lie on the table, set her buttocks on its edge and started to restrain her with the leather straps and the cuffs added to the table, and soon she wasn’t able to move more than her fingers and her head.
He kissed her gently on her lips. "Since it's your first time, I'll use small, thin needles on you, and only four in each breast," he told her, while his hands kneaded her breasts and his fingers twisted and pinched her nipples getting them really hard.
Her breath was getting heavier and her heart was hammering hard in her chest.
"Yes, Master."
He picked up one of the needles and she closed her eyes, but a second later, she opened them again. She had to see it.
Alec smiled, approving of her courage, and teased her right nipple before he pushed the needle into her breast at the base of the nipple.
She let out a small cry when she felt it go in, the shot of pain rushing through her body. She was still panting from the first one when he inserted the second one, and the third and the fourth, forming an 'X' around the nipple.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, brushing the tip of his finger over the nipple, and she gasped for air, as swirls of pain and pleasure irradiated to all her breast.
"Don't ask me questions I can't answer, Master," She huffed between harsh intakes of air, feeling the sting of the needles each time she breathed.
"Are you giving me orders, girl?" he asked with a touch of fun.
"No, Master, I'm begging," she answered quickly. "I can't think."
He kissed her hard, his finger still playing with her nipple.
He finally let her breath and walked around the table to get to her other nipple.
Knowing what was coming, she whimpered, tiny beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. He repeated the process, and although the sting had to feel the same, somehow she felt it more. Not more pain, it was as if her body was more sensitive to everything, and sensations were multiplied a thousand times.
Shudders rippled through her body, and she sobbed.
He was done, and he took a step back to admire his work. She looked so beautiful. With her eyes closed, her lips tight, the expression on her face was beyond words. He took his cell phone out and took a few pictures of her. He was sure she would love to see them.
Laying the phone aside, he returned next to her, between her spread legs, kissing her belly gently, making her open wide her eyes.
"You look so beautiful, girl." His kisses drew a fire trail up to her aching nipples. He lingered over it with his tongue out for a few seconds, before he finally licked it, circling the nipple just above the needles, and then pressing the hard tip down, relishing on her sobs and her
pleas. He slid his hand between her legs, reaching her dripping pussy and finding her engorged knob, slightly rubbing it a couple of times.
Katherine was dizzy. Feelings and emotions raged through her and she wasn’t able to distinguish what she was feeling. Pain, pleasure and everything in between mingled inside her, and she felt on the verge of something she couldn’t even recognize.
When she felt Alec kissing her, escalating his way up to her breasts and licking her nipple, she almost lost it. But when she felt his fingers over her aching clit, she was overtaken by a powerful orgasm, pleasure and pain ripping through her body in perfect harmony.
He didn’t wait for her to come down; unzipping his pants, he released his hard cock and thrust it deep inside her, plunging it in and out hard, fast and deep, his mouth still playing with her sore nipples, dragging her along with him in the untamed waves of another orgasm.
When he was able to get air into his lungs again, he slowly pulled out of her, cleaned himself up, and zipped his pants back up.
Picking up an antiseptic solution, he withdrew the needles with quick, clean movements, and applied the solution, hearing her whimpers. As always, there was little blood, but he cleaned the area thoroughly.
He removed the restraints and carried her to a couch in one of the corners of the room and just held her there, in his arms, cuddling her.
Katherine was drained. Physically and emotionally. She hadn’t expected it to be so intense, so powerful, so mind-blowing.
She just wanted to cuddle in his arms forever and close her eyes until her body and mind reached their balance again.
"Do you want to go home, girl?" he asked, whispering in her ear.
She forced her brain to work for a few seconds. Home meant going to an empty room, sleeping alone in a huge bed. No, she didn’t want to go home, not yet. She needed his presence; she needed to feel him close.
"No, Master, I just need a couple more minutes. Then I'll be alright," she whispered, trying to keep him from knowing just how deep was her need for him.
"Very well, girl." And he stayed there, caressing her, cuddling her until she felt strong enough to get up.
They went back to the main room of the club and she accompanied him during his rounds through the club and during his visit to the administrator's office, Miss Mary, as he introduced her.
Dawn was making its way up in the horizon when they finally left the club to go back home. She wanted to beg him to stay with her that night, but she wasn’t able to say a word. Tonight she wasn’t strong enough to bear a negative, so she just walked straight to her room and dropped her exhausted body over the covers, not even bothering with going under them, her eyes closing with a sad sigh, as she surrendered to sleep.
Chapter Twenty one
When she opened her eyes again, she was under the covers, and she could swear the pillow next to her had been used, but she dismissed the whole idea, determined not to get her hopes up.
She got up and picked her phone. It was Sunday, so she would better call her mother before she tried to call her. She had no intention to tell her she had moved in with a man she barely knew. Her parents would never approve that.
At mid-afternoon, while she was working a little in her studio, she had a call from Lucy.
"Hi Lucy, how's everything?" she asked, pleased to hear from her friend.
"Fine, just great. What about you? How's everything going in your new house?"
"Fine, too. We're slowly getting to know each other, and building our relationship."
"Have you told your parents about it?" Lucy asked, her tone indicating she already knew the answer.
"No, and I won't, not yet, you know that."
"Because you know they won't like it at all."
"I know, I just need a bit more time, then I'll tell them." Or so she hoped. Telling her parents meant that they would want to meet Alec, and somehow she couldn’t see him agreeing to that.
"Are you coming over to Thanksgiving, as always? That would be a good opportunity for me to meet him." Lucy asked.
"Oh, right, it's next week… I had lost track of time. I haven’t talked about it with him but I will and I'll let you know." She frowned, not sure what he would think of the idea. So far, their social life had been limited to the club. He hadn’t introduced her to any friends or business acquaintances outside the club.
"Nice, you know I'm counting with your pumpkin pie." Lucy remembered her.
"I know, don’t worry."
She chatted a few more minutes with her before she ended the call.
Putting the cell phone back in her skirt's pocket, she decided to go looking for him.
He was watching a football game in the huge plasma TV. Unsure if to interrupt him, or not she stayed at the door, a few moments looking at him.
"Don’t stand there, girl. Join me." He ordered, sensing her presence.
She walked towards him kneeling beside him on the floor. He caressed her hair, before he pulled her up to sit over his lap.
"Are you done working for today?" he asked, holding her close to him.
"Yes Master."
"Good, maybe we could go out for a walk." He suggested, rubbing his nose in her neck, inhaling her scent.
"That would be great, Master." She answered, gathering courage to ask him about Lucy's invitation. She still had trouble defining how she should or shouldn’t act in moments like this one. "Can I ask you something, Master?"
"Yes, you can speak freely, unless told otherwise." He clarified.
"Thank you Master. My best friend Lucy called me. Next week is Thanks Giving, and I usually spend the night with her and her family." She explained, cautiously. "As usual, she called me to invite me and added you to the invitation, Master." She continued.
Underneath her she felt his body stiffen, just before he put her on the couch and got up. He walk to the window and looked out the window. "I don’t celebrate any holidays." He finally said, in a cold tone, before turning to look at her. "If you want to go and celebrate with your friends, I'll allow you to go, but don’t count with me."
"Even if you don’t celebrate holidays, I believe it would be a good time for you to meet some of my friends, Master." She tried once more.
"There's no need for me to meet your friends." He replied, his face turning into the usual mask.
"But, they feel the need to meet you, Master." She got up from the couch, unable to stay still, feeling the hard squeeze of disappointment over her heart.
"I'm sure you'll think of something to erase that need, since I don’t have any intention of doing that." His tone was harsh and the cold shine of his eyes told her she wasn’t going anywhere with this, so she decided to drop it.
"As you wish, Master. Even so, I would love to go. It's an important thing for me." She asked, determined to not allow him to keep her apart from her friends.
"Very well, you can go then. I'm sure you'll have a good time." He accepted, closing the distance between them, claiming a hard kiss from her lips. "Go get a warm sweater and put on some pants. It's cold outside."
"Yes, Master." She left the room to go change clothes. She wanted to argue with him about his decision, but she decided to leave that battle for when she had to convince him to meet her parents. If before she had doubts about his reaction, now she knew with would be an almost impossible battle to win.
She joined him at the hall and they went for a walk. She loved those walks, since he always gave her his arm for support and they would stroll just like any other couple.
The morning of Thanksgiving, after he left for work, Katherine dedicated some time to bake a couple of pumpkin pies; she wanted to leave him one, and the other one was for Lucy. Her friend hadn’t been very happy when she told her Alec wasn’t going. It made her suspicious of him, and Katherine had trouble convincing her it was alright.
Around lunch time, she was working in her studio when someone opened the door, startling her. She raised her head and looked with surprise at him standing at the
door. It was the first time he came home at this hour.
She got up and walked to him, kneeling next to him, assuming the waiting position. "Hello, Master, I didn’t expect you this early."
"I thought that since you'll deprive me of your presence tonight I might as well take pleasure in it this afternoon." He said, caressing her head, his tone sarcastic, letting know it didn’t please him she went to the dinner.
"I'm glad, Master." She answered him, ignoring his claim. Not going to the dinner to stay with him would only make Lucy more disgruntled with the situation and she loved her friend way too much to create problems with her.
He helped her up, and without uttering another word he took her to the dungeon, on the basement.
She could sense he was in a strange mood, so she tried not to make it worst. She didn’t want a fight over some stupid detail or something similar.
Once inside the dungeon, he quickly helped her out of her clothes and took her to the cross, cuffing her to it, facing the cross.
He ran his hands through her body, before he stopped behind her, and whispered in her ear. "I want to use the belt on you today. I want you to remember me tonight every time you move, every time you take a seat." There was a raw need in every one of his words. A need to mark her as his, to make sure she remembered all the time to whom she belonged to, and she understood it, and she accepted it.
"Yes Master."
He unbuckled his belt and took it off his pants, and she prepared herself for it. So far he hadn’t used the belt on her, but he had used other things as hard as a belt. She knew she could use the safe word if she found it more than she could take, but so far he always seemed to know just how far he could go, and he always stopped before. She always ended up experiencing powerful orgasms after those sessions.
The first blow landed in her buttocks and she bit her lips trying to muffle the cry. It hurt, the shot of pain rushed through her body, but she could take it. She wanted to.
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