She was caught off guard as waves of contractions ripped through her body, as she came. He held onto her, trying to keep up the rhythm in spite of her movements.
Suddenly it was too much.
“Oh, stop, please!” she begged, grabbing for his arm.
He quickly began to rub her bottom, holding her as she slumped in his arms, the room swirling around them.
Slowly she realized they were breathing together, and his face was close to hers, his eyes closed as he held her tightly.
“I think I came,” she murmured.
“Yes, you did.” He kissed her forehead, and held her as if he didn’t want to let go.
She relaxed, realizing that she could trust him. He wasn’t going to hurt her.
While she was still flushed and tingling, he pushed her back on the bed and opened her legs to take her. For a moment, he leaned over her, his cock jutting towards her. She was spread out under him, still panting and her pussy wet from his spanking. She no longer wanted to hide herself. He could see every part of her. And he accepted every part of her.
As he drove his cock deep into her, she gave herself up to him again.
Chapter 14
Only moments into their first spanking scene, Hunter knew he was right. She loved it!
The morning after the spanking, he caught her looking at the mottled marks on her buttocks in the mirror. He had gone on for longer than he had intended to, but she had taken to it so well that he couldn’t stop himself. And then she had climaxed, surprising them both.
It was the breakthrough he had been waiting for.
But he didn’t want to push her too hard. After that night, he kept using his hands mostly, and rope. She liked bondage, and he liked making her squirm. He was learning her body, learning that she needed a long warm up in order to be able to enjoy the intenser sensations. The one time he tried a quick hard push, twisting and pulling on her nipples, she had told him that it ruined her sexy mood. So he went back to slow and steady at the start, gradually building up from there.
And she was serving him, though she probably wouldn’t have called it that. Now he could get her to call him Sir with just an inflection in his tone. She fetched him his coffee and sat by his feet every morning, even if it was only for a few moments. In the shower, she always washed his hair and scrubbed his back, and he had plans to teach her how to shave him.
She even went to the salon that friends of his used because of their relatively painless Brazilian. He made the appointment for her, and went with her. She had squirmed the entire time, hating to expose herself to the technician. But she did it for him.
Hunter was on top of the world! The SunTech job was nearly done and there had been no serious hitches. Next week the bronze pieces of the sundial would arrive and the workmen would bolt them into place. Then his vision would be realized.
By Thursday, the workmen had completed the flagstones and no more work could be done until the sculpture arrived. So on Friday, he slipped away to a leather store in the West Village.
He wanted to get a collar for Kali. There was a big party at his friend’s loft on Saturday that he wanted to take her to, and he thought it would be fun to collar her for the evening.
The smell of leather hit him as he opened the glass door of the shop. The cute leatherboy in short black shorts and bare chest with only a narrow leather harness gave Hunter a smile and a frankly appraising once-over. Hunter knew he could get a blow-job in the changing room with a snap of his fingers. This boy didn’t need a lot of wooing or talking to get it going.
But Hunter liked the pursuit, not the end game. So as pretty as the guy was, it left him cold.
Come to think of it, he had never told Kali that he had topped other men and gotten his dick sucked a few times. He wasn’t exactly bisexual, more pansexual. Hopefully Kali wouldn’t have a problem with it. It was part of the sexual exploration that he wanted to encourage in her, opening the doors to see why they were closed. He had found out a lot of interesting things about himself that way.
“I’m looking for a collar for my girlfriend,” he told the leatherboy.
The leatherboy took him back to the wall-rack that held dozens of different collars. Hunter waved him away when he started to show off the different styles and features. He didn’t need anyone to explain collars to him.
The first collar he picked off the rack was made of wide black leather with large silver O-rings. It looked exactly like the first collar he ever bought for a girl. He had given it to Mandy, a submissive who he topped for nearly four years while she attended NYU. She had money, the classic little rich girl who wasn’t smart enough to go to Columbia, living in the dorms on Washington Square the whole time they dated. He was in Williamsburg at the time, in a loft on Kent St, right next to a warehouse that stored barrels of chemicals, with a view of the vacant Domino Sugar factory on the river.
Those were wild times, and Mandy had been a wild girl. She had flunked out of college, so self-destructive that he could barely slow her downward spiral. She liked drugs too much for her own good. She had run away to Las Vegas and he lost touch with her.
He used to love to lock Mandy in the collar and snap her wrist cuffs to the O-rings so she had to stand with her arms folded and hands useless at her neck. She was so rambunctious that he needed to ride her hard with a curb bit.
Not so with Kali. He put the collar back on the wall. He couldn’t imagine putting something that crude and functional on Kali.
He searched through the circles of leather and silver, gravitating toward the more delicate offerings. Some had studs, others had small spikes or were plated with silver discs. He remembered buying Minx her collar—he’d gone to a Pet Smart and picked out a fluorescent green dog collar. She loved the color, while he liked the fact that it made her look like a cheap toy.
Kali would look cute in a pink dog collar, wearing nothing else, kneeling on the floor with her knees apart.
But not for her first collar. None of these collars would work. He wanted to do more than create a scene. He was starting to think a collar with Kali meant that he wanted to seal their bond.
Hunter took a taxi up to Chelsea to Purple Passion. Two long glass cabinets at the front protected jewelry. There were nipple rings, belly chains, collars and bracelets. He immediately narrowed in on a silver chainmail ribbon with pale pink crystals threaded through it. A heart-shaped padlock linked the choker together at the base of the throat. The padlock was faced with pave diamonds. It sparkled when the girl pulled it out for him.
He could imagine it sparkling on Kali as she breathed.
“I’ll take it,” he said.
He couldn’t wait to give it to her.
***
Hunter was hanging out with Kali on Saturday morning, watching her cook for him, when he got a text from Minx. It was annoying because now he would have to ruin the nice mood and tell Kali.
“It’s from Minx.” He looked down at his phone. “She’s asking if she can crash at my place tonight. She’s broken up with her girlfriend.”
Kali’s lips tightened, but she turned away to deal with the frying pan without a word.
Hunter texted Minx back: Sorry, can’t. Then he told Kali, “I told her no.”
After a few moments of silence, Kali asked, “Would you usually let her stay at your place?”
“If you didn’t mind, yes. I’m going to be here tonight anyway.”
“Does she have a key?”
“No. I’d have to go let her in.”
“Do you think it’s serious?” Kali asked. “The breakup?”
“Not likely. They’ve been fighting and making up for four years, maybe more now.”
“So maybe she’s just trying to see you,” Kali said thoughtfully.
“Maybe.”
Kali didn’t say anything else about it after that, and Hunter was glad. He wouldn’t put it past Minx to have manufactured the whole thing in order to see him. And it was nice that Kali didn’t overreact about it.
He went home to do some things and Kali also had some errands to run. They had been spending so much time together when they weren’t working that everything else was going by the wayside. His loft was a dusty mess without anyone to clean it. Kali had said something yesterday about them always staying at her place, so he spent a few hours polishing everything up in case she wanted to come back to his studio over the weekend.
As a precaution, he also leaned some of his paintings against the wall cabinets along the front. They held the erotic kinky sculptures he sold through Hunting Art. He didn’t want her to see those until after the launch. He didn’t like hiding his erotic art business from her, but he didn’t want to put Kali in a bad position at work. He had barely managed to distract Selina enough with their constant sparring to keep her from noticing the rapport he had with Kali.
When he arrived back at Kali’s place, he was carrying the collar in its box and another gift he had bought for her in his bag. He didn’t say anything about either of them as they went for a causal dinner at the vegan diner on Bedford.
“I have some surprises for you,” he said on the way back to her place.
“You do?” Her expression lit up.
He knew she liked surprises. She had told him that her dad was good at giving her little gifts or taking her someplace special. They had a lot of private rituals, as did Kali and her mom.
He wanted to create some rituals with Kali, too. He was committing himself to her, to making this work for both of them. The collar was a symbol of his commitment.
But first, there was his other gift. As soon as they got in the door, he told her, “Take off your clothes.”
“What?” She blinked at him.
“If you don’t get naked, you won’t get your surprises.”
She made a funny face at that, and looked around the living room. “Here?”
“Sure, why not?”
Making sure the blinds were pulled down completely, she reluctantly stripped down to nothing. He loved her like this the best, when he was pulling her into a scene, feeling her fight his control.
He pulled the black PVC corset dress from his bag. It was a shiny tube, structured with heavy seams to hold its shape. There was a long lace that closed the back from top to bottom. In front there was a zipper.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, hands to her mouth. “Is that for me?”
“Yes,” he laughed.
“It’s awfully tiny. And short. I’m not sure you know my size.”
He laughed again. “I know your size exactly. It will fit like a glove, just wait and see.”
Hunter loosened the laces to spread the back panels further apart, then unzipped the dress. She held it around herself as he zipped it up. Then he turned her to tighten the corset laces in the back. Pulling on the loops at her waist, it tightened the top and bottom at the same time.
“Ah…,” she murmured as she wiggled and the dress conformed to her curves. He pulled it tight at her waist. Not as tight as he would have liked, but enough so that she turned slightly under his hands.
“That’s to remind you that I’ve bound you,” he said, as he tied the laces in a square bow knot, letting the loops drape nicely down to her ass.
Her hands smoothed her own curves. “I want to see it.”
“Do you have any stilettos?”
She giggled. “It’s like a perverted Pretty Woman! My mom would die.”
She took him to her closet and he found only one choice—a pair of silver high heels with a platform toe that had obviously never been worn. Sitting in the midst of her sensible shoes and pumps, they looked as out of place as a pair of peacocks.
“Where’d you get these?” He held them up.
She grimaced. “I bought them in college. It was a seduction attempt. I wore a little baby doll nightie and matching g-string.”
“How did it turn out?”
“You know, I don’t even remember the sex. I just remember the look on his face when I appeared in the door, like he didn’t know what to do with himself.”
“Don’t worry, Kitty-cat, I know exactly what to do with you. Lift up,” he ordered, raising her foot. He strapped on the stilettos, taking his time and stroking her feet. Then she headed towards her full length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. The tight dress made her take little steps, as did the shoes.
She admired herself with bright eyes. “Wow, this dress does amazing things for my figure.”
“Your figure does amazing things for that dress,” he told her.
She was deep in submissive mode now from his handling of her. She was breathing faster, her bare shoulders and chest flushed. Her breasts were pushed up perfectly by the tight dress, and her waist nipped in to emphasize her high, round butt.
“I have something else for you.” He stood behind her looking at her in the mirror. “Something very important.”
She met his eyes. “What is it?”
He held up his hand, letting the silver collar hang in front of her. “It’s a collar.”
He unlocked the tiny padlock with the silver key and draped the choker around her neck. Then he relocked the padlock and tucked the key into his front pocket, so it could rest over his heart.
“That looks beautiful on you,” he assured her. “It’s a symbol of our commitment to each other.”
***
A shiver of foreboding went down Kali’s spine as the lock clicked shut. She watched his hand as he put the key in his pocket.
I don’t like it, was her first thought. Oh, it was very pretty with the silver mesh and just enough crystal sparkles to catch the eye. As jewelry, she would have loved it.
But he had locked it around her throat.
Her fingers went to it, tugging slightly, without really thinking about it. She felt a sense of claustrophobia rising in her. It wasn’t too tight, but it was tight enough and heavy enough that she felt it.
She forced her mind away from the fact that it was locked. She had to try. He was so happy and excited, she couldn’t be a kill-joy. So many things that he proposed that she thought would be awful—like spanking—turned out to be completely different than she imagined. This would probably be the same.
Still, she really hoped he wouldn’t pull out a leash next, or she would have to say Stop. It felt wrong for her. She remembered how that bald man led the heavy-set woman around on a leash at the Paddles. They had seemed perfectly happy but she couldn’t imagine letting Hunter do that to her.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, realizing she hadn’t said a word. “I love the pink crystals. Thank you, Hunter. You’re so sweet to surprise me with your presents.”
“I have another surprise.”
“Oh?”
“There’s a party we can go to tonight. A private party in a penthouse loft. Everyone there will be kinky so there will be scenes happening.”
Suddenly she looked at herself in the mirror with new eyes. “You want me to go out wearing this?”
“You can put something over it to get there. But there will be lots of people at the party dressed like this. Or even less.”
Her pleasant dreams of a seductive night at home disappeared. One woman will never be enough for him, Minx had said. He was inviting her into his world, which was a lot more exhibitionistic than she really wanted. But she had to admit, their scene at the Paddles had been incredibly hot.
She couldn’t keep shutting out things because she was scared.
“Okay, let’s do it,” she said.
Kali put on more makeup than usual to go with the sex-bomb dress, and fluffed her hair out like she had just rolled out of bed. Hunter loved it and kept hugging her and kissing her, interrupting her as she tried to get ready. The collar did look really pretty.
They took a cab into the city, and she wore a light coat over her corset dress. It was kind of cool, like she was sneaking around and getting away with it.
To get to his friend’s apartment, they had to go through a door surrounded by ornamental sto
nework into a drab linoleum hallway. It was in an old building near Union Square, so the elevator was tiny and seven people could hardly fit inside. It chugged to the top, all twelve floors, with agonizing slowness. Kali leaned back against Hunter as the people chatted. He knew the couple, and the other three had come together.
The elevator opened at the top and they filed through the anteroom into someone’s apartment. It had very high ceilings with three massive arched windows marching down the wall. Even though it was a big room, it was comfortably full of people. The lighting was dim, but one glance was enough to show that most of the women were as scantily-clad as Kali. Some of the men, as well.
She parted with her coat, not without an inward tremor. But she was being brave, and Hunter kissed her hand as if he could sense her inward struggle. Hand-in-hand, he led her around and introduced her to people. Several of them asked her what her FetLife name was, and one woman finally explained that FetLife was the social website where you could join online groups and talk about what sort of play you were interested in. Kali decided she would sign up. She had so many questions and it would help if she could ask online without having to look someone in the face while she did it.
Some people were playing—including a paddling scene on one of the terraces. There were repeated loud smacking sounds, but the view was blocked from the surrounding buildings by strategically-placed trellises with vines growing on them.
Mostly people were talking. When Kali and Hunter returned to the living room and sat down near another couple, Catherine said, “That’s a pretty collar.”
Catherine’s husband Robert was a lean man in his fifties, fit as if he worked out every day. Catherine was an elegant woman at least twenty years younger.
“Hunter gave it to me tonight.” Kali touched it at her throat. The padlock was warm now against her skin, not cold like it had been at first.
“Collaring someone is an old tradition in the leather community,” Robert said. “It meant you were dedicated to serving another, and your master to taking care of you.”
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