Only You

by Coleen Singer

  And he had often had cause to regret being that lenient – like tonight – such that he was quite likely to rescind the privilege in the near future.

  "I don't hear any tinkling going on," he warned.

  "I can't tinkle with you in the bathroom!" she whined.

  And, intrigued, somehow, he ignored her protests completely. "Do you need me to turn on the water to help you?"

  She looked positively appalled that he hadn't left yet. "No, Riker, but you gotta go because I gotta go!"

  He watched her fidgeting cutely on the toilet but refused to relent, turning the water on, anyway. "I don't think so, little one. I'm going to stay right here with you till you're done."

  "Nooo, please!"

  He didn't bother to answer her, but simply squatted in front of her, taking her hands in his. "I can stay here all night, darlin'. But I bet you can't hold your water that long."

  He was right.

  She couldn't hold it long at all, especially not sitting on the toilet as she was. In fact, it was only a few minutes before she knew that she was going to lose this battle. When she finally had to let go, she cried, and he wiped her tears away gently. Then, to her horror, he refused to let her wipe herself and did it for her, even going so far as to bring her panties up into place for her.

  When they got back to bed, he handed her a large glass of water and an aspirin. "It'll stave off the hangover you're likely going to feel, otherwise. Drink it all down."

  Kyah did as she was told, still trying to recover from the total humiliation of what had gone on between them in the bathroom, only too happy when he finally put her to bed.

  Chapter Seven

  It wasn't long after that, the unthinkable did happen, and she was called to the principal's office and given her pink slip. It was still early in the year, she'd said, and they were just going to combine the two fourth grade classes for the rest of the year.

  She was so numb, she didn't know what to do, packing her stuff up while friends came in to say good bye. She didn't even call Riker – she was too embarrassed. She just drove home and hid in the bedroom.

  Ky had no idea how he'd found out about it, but he was home less than an hour later, when he usually didn't get home until after five at the earliest. "Kyah? Baby girl? Where are you? I just heard and came home as fast as I –"

  Riker walked into their bedroom and saw her there, lying on her side, facing away from him, and he could see her shoulders shaking from where he was standing.

  Without saying another word, he went to her, cuddling her against him, rocking them both slightly, whispering, "I'm so sorry, little one. But you know you have nothing to worry about, don't you? You can take your time finding another job – or not. I don't care. I just want you to be happy."

  But mostly, he simply made himself available to her for support, taking care of her completely, although even at times like this, he didn't neglect disciplining her if he felt she needed it, and, as she flat out refused to eat, she did find herself spending the next few days preferring to stand rather than sit. He took a few days off to devote himself to caring for her totally, and then spent several more days working from her place, which he didn't find very convenient since she didn't have a proper office for him, although it did allow him to keep a close eye on her, still.

  It was this spate of time that finally prompted him to rescind the no bedtime clause, because, since she didn't have anywhere to go, and she was understandably depressed, she was staying up until all hours of the night, being cranky the next morning and getting herself into a lot more trouble because of it.

  Instead, he instituted a "tit for tat" system, such that she had to ask for permission to stay up past eleven on any night. If he allowed her to do so, she had to take a nap the next afternoon that was the same number of hours she stayed up past her bedtime. Even if she ended up not tired, she was required to spend that amount of time in bed, resting quietly, so that she got some semblance of the nine hours of sleep she actually needed every night.

  This did not go over well with her. She felt as if he was treating her like a child, but he remained resolute.

  He was also driven – because of her cramped quarters – the couch and bed in particular – to completely remove her choice about where she lived, requiring her to move in with him. He was totally on board with getting another place if she wanted to, but he just couldn't function any longer – especially not working – from such a small space.

  And, frankly, he thought that a bit of a counter upheaval might be good for her. It would give her something else to think about besides the fact that she was unemployed, and he could – if he wanted to – pretty much give up going into the office, in favor of spending more time with her, an idea that had a lot of merits as far as he was concerned. He could work from home or his company was more than well run enough that he could consider retiring, if his work interfered with his time with her.

  In fact, he was toying with the idea of telling her that he didn't want her to go back to work. He loved spending time with her. They each had their own pursuits. Even on long vacations they had spent at home together, they never became contentious with each other – although the consequences for her doing that were definitely heavier than for him, but they'd never been that kind of people or they wouldn't have been able to maintain their close friendship as long as they had.

  Frankly, he wanted to spend as much time with her as he could, doing anything or nothing. He particularly enjoyed taking care of her – as intimately as possible, as much as possible. His master bathroom had both a big tub where he could bathe her himself, something he adored doing, and a shower that was easily big enough for the two of them.

  And his bedroom had a king-sized bed – no more trying to sleep with his feet hanging off the end of her miniscule one!

  First things first, though – he'd deal with telling her he wanted her home with him full time after they'd gotten her settled into his house.

  As soon as he'd decided that he was no longer going to cram himself into her cramped little place, he told her, fully expecting that she was going to give him what for about it. She loved her home. She had bought it and decorated it, making slow improvements to it as she could afford them, and he expected she was going to put up much more of a fuss than she did. He'd even very carefully explained to her that they didn't have to stay in his house – that she was free to look for another place she preferred, if she wanted to.

  But she seemed surprisingly okay with it, and he wasn't one to look a gift happy woman in the mouth.

  Their first night there – where, for some reason she had rarely been – they just always naturally seemed to end up at her place, unless his was needed for the space to entertain – he led her into the bathroom. There was no need to undress her – she was naked more often than not, nowadays.

  He took her by the hand and helped her into the big tub – not the sunken one but one he'd had installed especially so that he could bathe her. It was huge and looked like the antique, claw-footed kind, except that there were places around it built in where he could sit comfortably and indulge himself with her, which was exactly what he intended to do.

  Somehow, Kyah felt that she should object to how he treated her sometimes, almost as if she was a child, but she did adore how pampered it made her feel, to say nothing of how excited it got her to simply let go and relax and let him do everything for her. He told her how and where to move and when to stand, he even put her on all fours, talking to her the entire time in a calm, soothing manner. And when he washed her in certain, secret places, his tone changed, becoming almost sympathetic as he did that which he was sympathizing with her about anyway, as if he understood the embarrassment she felt about him doing so, but not letting that stop him from doing it.

  Or from using the jet from the hand held showerhead to bring her off, either.

  She wasn't even allowed to dry herself off. He reserved that right for himself, having bought the softest, biggest, most expensi
ve bath towels specifically for her. He wrapped her in one and positioned her beneath the heat lamp that was built into the ceiling, which was also above the warmest point of the radiant heat in the floor so that she was completely comfortable while he dried her thoroughly.

  He guided her to his bed, but he didn't tuck her into it, as she expected. Instead, he positioned her at the end of the bed, on all fours, and then told her to lower her head to the mattress and keep it there.

  She found her hands bound behind her back with a silky, soft scarf, and he laid another in front of her, letting her know that she would soon – once she'd seen what he wanted her to see – be wearing it, plunged into darkness and rendered just that much more dependent on him.

  Riker knelt himself at the end of the bed, spreading legs that were – as she had been trained to present herself to him – already well apart, but he made them even more so, so that she was almost in a split.

  Then he brought a bag of things from under the bed, laying it to one side of her – the one where she could see it, and, as she was a curious little thing, she watched him avidly.

  He took his time removing some of the contents. First, there was a bottle of very slick lotion.

  Ky couldn't understand why he would need that – she was always plenty wet for him.

  Then he brought a few other things out of his bag of tricks, and she realized exactly why that was there.

  The next thing he let her see was a dildo, shaped roughly like a penis, only much thinner, and it was about six inches long. The second thing was a very small plug, and the third was what she recognized as the next size up plug.

  Riker could see that she was already biting her lip.

  They had discussed the fact that he intended to play with her this way, and she had raised no objections. She hadn't sounded all that enthusiastic, either, but he was quite confident that he could bring her over to the dark side rather easily. Someone who was as inherently sexual and sensual as she was wouldn't dislike what he was about to do to her.

  He came around to the side of the bed then, wrapping the second scarf around her eyes, tying it at the back of her head. He was careful not to catch any of her hair in it as he tied it tightly, so that it would not fall off easily later, when she was inevitably going to be thrashing her head about – but not so much so that it was uncomfortable to her.

  She was unprepared, though, for the stark sound of the snapping of the rubber glove around his wrist, and it made her start.

  Ri patted her on the bottom. "There there, baby girl. All of you belongs to me, and I'm just going to inspect and use parts of it I haven't before." He chose that word deliberately, knowing how powerful it was to her. You're just as safe as you've always been with me. As long as you obey me, you'll be fine. Understand?"

  Kyah nodded slowly, and he sensed her hesitance.

  A few good, hard swats to her bottom got her remembering her manners.

  "I understand, Ri."

  "If you behave well and don't cause a fuss, you might find yourself rewarded…somehow."

  That got her motor running. He had been denying her – but certainly not himself – any kind of release for almost the past week. Not as a punishment, but just because he could, and because – as he had explained it to her as he had informed her that he was going to deny her for awhile – he was of the philosophy that it was good to make your sub ache for a good long while sometimes before allowing her to climax. And, now, she knew why.

  With one hand – the one without the glove – cupping the womanhood she had no choice but to display so obscenely to him, he presented the tip of his index finger – which he'd already dipped into the lotion – to her little rose.

  "I want you to try to relax, baby girl," he said in a quiet, encouraging voice. Then his tone became more no-nonsense. "But I also want you to know that this is going to happen, regardless of whether or not you do." She twitched beneath his finger. He knew that she loved it when he was quite firm with her. She responded very well to him being quite strict with her, and he was only too happy to be that way with her.

  As soon as he finished speaking, that finger began to press against her naturally reluctant opening. "Relax," he cautioned, as if she was deliberately being an obstructionist, even though he knew she wasn't.

  He nearly creamed himself when he found himself inside her to the first knuckle. Her whimpers of protestation and her shame-filled pleas for him not to do this to her only adding to his delight, especially as both of those rose in frequency and volume as he achieved the second milestone, now sunk to the middle knuckle within her, wiggling his finger about a bit and making her cry out and moan in embarrassment.

  Then he removed himself from her completely, although he left the tip right there, where she had to know that, seconds later, it was going to find its way inside her again, this time less gently than before, but still only advancing as far as he had, before retreating again.

  He did this to her countless times, until one of those times – that was no different from the others, really – he drove that finger fully into her, until he could go no further. Ky tried to move away from that rude invader, or, to one side of it, either way she was trying to dislodge him from within her.

  And that earned her – while still pegged by that big finger – a long volley of tremendous cracks against a bottom that was – even more so than usual – completely defenseless. She couldn't even move under the onslaught, because doing so moved the invader within her.

  He didn't stop until she was weeping, not so softly, behind her blindfold.

  Then the very hand that had seared her bottom returned to cup her feminine bits.

  And that finger began – with no consideration of how innocent she may or not have been in these parts – to fuck her, to drill its way into her relentlessly, six, seven, eight times.

  And then it was gone.

  But she wasn't allowed to remain empty for very long.

  The next thing she felt nudging up against her, though, didn't seem like a finger. And she was right. The long, penis-shaped dildo was several shades thicker than his finger.

  He made it slick, too, for the express purpose of violating her there – where it would be the most humiliating for her.

  But that was, by far, not the most mortifying thing that he did to her.

  No, he worked that unforgiving, unyielding thing up inside her with much less finesse than he had his finger, allowing her much less time to become accustomed to it before it, too, was withdrawn from her completely, only to be shot back into her.

  All the way out.

  Then all the way back in again.

  A terrible, horrible rhythm was established.

  One that was only aggravated by the way his other hand began to play with her.

  But not until its fingers had sought her own personal lube – just to see if she had any at all, in the face of what he was doing to her, only to discover that she was wetter now than she'd ever been.

  "Mmm. Someone loves to have her bottom taken, doesn't she?"

  Kyah knew by now that when he asked her a question – no matter how embarrassing – he expected her to answer him.

  But there was no way to describe just how much she didn't want to reply to this one – in either way. If she said no, he would know she was lying, and he would punish her. If she said yes, then she would be likely to be subject to many more sessions like this. Since he was quite sensitive to what she enjoyed and thus needed, as far as he was concerned, he tended not to require her to do too many things he knew that she outright disliked.

  "Riker – no!"

  Everything stopped, and then started again, much worse.

  Not only was her bottom being roughly invaded, but he had begun spanking her again, too – her already sore bottom was becoming even more so, as that dildo was plunged into then yanked out of that very same behind.

  "Are you going to tell me, little miss, when my hand was literally drenched by you a second ago, that you don't enjoy
this?"

  "No, Ri – please – I meant yes! I meant yes!" she practically screamed.

  But it didn't stop for a long minute afterwards, during which she found herself both unbearably aroused and unbearably sore.

  And then it stopped, and he removed the dildo.

  "I wasn't going to do this quite yet," he said. "But you took that so easily, and you obviously enjoyed it so much, that I'm going to skip the baby plug and go right to the bigger one."

  "Uh, no – please – Riker – no don't do that to me, please!"

  She might as well not have spoken, but Ky couldn't seem to keep herself from begging, regardless of the humiliation she felt at doing so, and she continued to whimper and beseech him – to no avail, of course – even as she felt the larger nose of the cone being pushed into her bottom.

  He took his time much more with this implement than he had with the last one, because this was probably going to be more of a challenge for her.

  And it was.

  But he thoroughly enjoyed watching every single second of its advance and retreat, sometimes feigning that he was going to take it out for good, then pressing it right back into her. To whatever point it had been when he'd begun taking it out, then a good smidge past that, nearly bursting at the sounds of distress and embarrassment she was making as he did so.

  It didn't take him too long to get it so that she had very nearly accepted the widest part of the plug, her bottom hole nicely – but not grossly – distended, such that he could easily have slipped it the rest of the way in.

  But he didn't. He took it all the way out again, carefully, diligently reapplying lube around that widest point, before nudging it against her considerably loosened opening. "Baby love, I'm going to seat this inside you this time." Her moans grew to a fever pitch, but then he expected that. "I want you to relax and submit to me. This is what I want for you, and this is what you will have."

  With that, he began sliding the cone shaped plug into her. Watching her body expand to take it, he brought it relatively easily to the point he knew was hardest for her to take. Not stopping there, he drove it home within her, while she sobbed and begged him not to, yelping loudly once as he forced her to accept the widest point of the intruder, then quieting some as her body naturally closed around the neck, keeping it forcibly within her until he decided she might be relieved of it.