We made the forty-five minute trip in just over half an hour. When we had securely shut and locked the door behind us, Kat finally broke down. I cradled her on my lap on our bed as she sobbed into my shirt.
"Shhh," I soothed softly, rocking her back and forth in my arms. "It's okay. It's over. You were fantastic."
Her hands tightened in my shirt, and I slipped the shoes off of her feet. "I am so proud of you, baby," I whispered into her hair. Her only response was to cry, and it broke my heart. I couldn't fix this. I would never forgive myself for allowing this to happen to her. I would never forgive my father for forcing me to be this way. Some day he will pay for what he’s done to my mother and me.
A while later, she sunk her hands into my hair and tugged. She was still crying, but she had moved from tears of fear and frustration to tears of aggression. She was angry, and she wanted to express it. I was more than willing to be her punching bag. I wanted to feel her rage in every way. I wanted her to make me bleed, to punish me in someway for not protecting her like I should have.
Her kiss was aggressive. She might have drawn blood from my bottom lip. I lost myself in it. I turned her in my lap so that she was straddling me, my hands trailed up from her knees under the hem of her dress. The heat from her sex was maddeningly hot against my erection.
She rocked her hips back and forth grinding into me while we kissed. I pulled her closer, my fingers spread wide across her ass. She panted and moaned into my mouth.
"Please, please, please," she whispered over and over as I sunk my teeth into the delicate skin of her neck. I lifted the dress that she wore over her head.
"So beautiful," I murmured, but beautiful didn't begin to describe her. She wore a black corset that laced up the back. I had laced it myself as I dressed her for dinner, but now I cursed its presence. I wanted to feel her skin. I unclasped her stockings from the corset and pushed her away from me.
"Stand," I said. She obeyed.
I moved behind her and asked her to hold her long beautiful hair out of the way. I tugged at the laces for her corset watching it open inch-by-inch getting me closer to her exquisite back. I kissed each revealed inch of her spine as I worked and praised her aloud.
When the infuriating garment finally fell away, I pulled her back against me. I ran my hands over the smooth skin of her stomach, over her rib cage, and under the swell of her breasts. She relaxed against me, and I rejoiced internally. She was submitting her body to me. That was a very good sign. She wouldn't be angry much longer.
I cupped her breasts in my hands and gently pinched her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. She leaned her head back against my chest and let out a soft cry. I increased the pressure.
"Please, David," she begged. "I need you."
Fuck that made me so hard. I could deny her nothing.
"On the bed," I said. I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it over the chair in the corner. Kat watched me with hot eyes as I stripped. She was naked except for her black thigh-high stockings, and she was a sight to behold. She spread her legs for me on the bed and showed me her perfect pussy. She was wet and ready.
"Fuck, baby, tell me what you want. I need to hear you say it."
"I want you to fuck me," she said.
"Again," I commanded, stretching my body over hers. I pinned both of her hands to the bed above her head with one of mine.
"Please fuck me. Please, Master. I need to have you inside of me." I hooked her leg over my hip and settled between her nylon-clad legs.
"Good girl." I thrust into her tight, wet heat.
I set a furious pace, driving into her as she bucked under me. I smothered her cries with my mouth and listened to her body instead. Her hips rose to meet me with every stroke. She fought to get her hands free. She unleashed her anger and aggression against me. She fought hard, but I kept her lithe, little body pinned to the mattress as I fucked her.
Slowly her hips took on more of a rocking motion as she sought more friction. Her cries turned to moans, and she relaxed her arms. I lowered my mouth to her neck. I loved the salt of her sweat, and the way her blood throbbed below her skin at her pulse point. Her heart was beating so fast. She felt so alive beneath me.
"Mine," I breathed.
"Yours," she concurred.
I released her hands, but she left them in place above her head anyway, fisting them into the comforter. She was so obedient, so submissive, so perfect. I hiked her leg up higher on my shoulder. I repositioned her so that I could rub her clit with my fingers as I fucked her.
"That's it, baby," I encouraged. "Let go for me. Let me love you."
She tightened around me. So close. So good. I pinched her sweet spot gently and thrust into her hard.
She bathed my cock with wet heat as she fell apart around me. She whispered my name like a prayer over and over and over.
I continued to pump into her as she came down. My beautiful beautiful Kat.
When I could hold out no longer, I gave myself over to the pleasures of her body and erupted inside of her. She was perfection. The light in my dark. My incredible wife. My forever.
Chapter 4
When the TA gave the assignment that day in our lab I nearly jumped for joy. Finally, I would have an excuse to see David outside of class! I had been looking for a reason to spend time with him for weeks, but he didn't need tutoring (he was just as smart as I was), he never went to any of the school sporting events, he worked in his dorm instead of the library, and he only drank coffee in the mornings and never lingered at the coffee shop. It was impossible to break into his regimented schedule.
I didn't have the guts to simply ask him out. I knew that he would turn me down if I tried the direct approach anyway. From what I'd heard, if David Paulson wanted you, he simply walked up, grabbed you by the hair, and took you. I had yet to find a girl who would have said no. He was brilliant, dedicated, rich, and it seemed like he walked off of the cover of GQ every morning to come to class. He'd had plenty of opportunity to grab me in any way that he wanted, and he'd never taken it, so I assumed that I wasn't his type. I wasn't surprised. The women he dated—well, fucked was probably more accurate—were always beautiful. Apparently he didn't care about their minds; if the legend was true, he never spoke to them again anyway.
I wasn't one to pine for unattainable men, and I'm sure that I would have forgotten about him if it weren’t for that stupid lab. Twice a week I sat beside him and together we fell into a comfortable companionship. He had a fabulous sense of humor when he wasn't totally absorbed in whatever we were doing, and he had a crooked smile that would make any warm-blooded woman turn into a pile of goo. He was so passionate about everything that he did. Nothing was ever half-assed with him. In all my life, I had never seen anyone so driven.
A million days I sat in that class and watched his beautiful hands skillfully fulfill their purpose. A million times I wished that he would touch me. A million days I watched his forehead wrinkle in concentration. A million days I wished that I could read his mind. I wanted to know what made him tick. Where did that fierce determination come from? How did he transform from the hard-working, good-natured classmate that I saw, to the womanizer that everyone said he was?
Were those rumors even true? Part of me wanted to believe that they were lies started by the vicious women whom he'd rejected. It was certainly possible, but part of me knew better. If I was really honest with myself, I knew in my gut that it was no myth. David was driven, incredibly driven, and he would let nothing, including women, come between him and his studies. That was why he cast them aside when he was done with them.
As for what he did when he was with them... well that thought kept me awake at night, writhing in my sheets. If he was half as devoted in the bedroom, as he was in the classroom, then no woman would stand a chance.
They said he was aggressive, dominant, and powerful. I had no doubt that they were correct. The man exuded confidence and strength in his every action. He was only nineteen years old, but he h
ad the presence of a much older man. I wondered if he came from a military family. No one would question his orders, least of all me. The thought of him commanding me, dominating me with his voice, would soak my panties every time.
We decided to work on our project at the local coffee shop. If it was too noisy or too crowded, our backup plan was the library. We both lived in the dorms, which were not known for good, collaborative study spaces. I wondered how David managed to study there at all.
I arrived early and bought myself a cafe mocha. I picked out a table in the corner where I hoped we would not be disturbed. David was right on time, as I knew that he would be. He scanned the small space for me. It was not crowded, but there was another student ahead of him in the line. When his eyes came to rest on me, he smiled, and my heart stopped. I had to remind myself repeatedly that he was only here because he didn't want to ruin his perfect GPA.
He bought a hot drink, but I wasn't close enough to hear what he had ordered. He pulled out the chair across from me and set his mug on the table. Spiced cider. It smelled fantastic.
"Good evening, Kat," he said politely.
"How are you?" I asked.
"I'm well, thank you. Yourself?"
I'm wonderful now that you're here. "I'm good."
He blew a gentle stream of air across the top of his cider to cool it, and I suddenly realized my mistake. There was no possible way that I could get through a study session if he continued to draw attention to his sweet mouth like that. Heat flared between my legs. I imagined his cool breath on my heated skin.
"So we left off with the shoulder muscles, right?"
I shook myself out of my trance. "I'm sorry, what?" For fucks sake, Kat! Pull yourself together!
"Are you all right?" he asked. "You look a little flushed."
"I'm fine," I answered. "I think it's the coffee. I'm just going to get a glass of water."
"I'll get it," he said. I got a fantastic view of his ass when he stood and walked to the counter.
Not now, Kat. Focus on the damn anatomy.
I managed to mostly compose myself before he returned with my water. I took a long drink through the straw and instantly felt better.
"Right," I said "the three Scalene muscles."
The rest of the night went well. I managed to keep my filthy thoughts to myself, and we made progress on our project. There were a couple of times where I could feel David's eyes on me as I studied our text. It was not uncomfortable, but I couldn't keep my body from reacting to him, and I was sure that he knew it.
We fell into a comfortable rhythm of work and witty banter. He was an excellent conversationalist, and I had a really incredible time trying to keep up. After about two hours we decided to pack it in, noting that we could finish the remaining items in class.
David insisted on walking me back to my dorm, as it was almost ten o’clock at night. The walk was awkward for me. Apparently, David was able to ignore the stares and the giggling girls who passed, but I was not. I was quite sure that every person who walked by was wondering what this glorious creature was doing walking beside me. I felt like I should have a sign around my neck that said "I'm just his lab partner."
I reached for the door when we arrived, but David placed his hand under my arm to stop me. "Kat, I just wanted to say thank you for a very enjoyable evening."
"Of course, David," Breathe Kat. "I feel like we accomplished a lot."
He hesitated for a moment and then spoke. "Do you think I could walk you to class tomorrow morning?" he asked. My jaw fell open of its own accord. "I mean, I would like to go over everything that we did tonight on the way. I like to review my class materials before every class." Was he rambling? David Paulson? What just happened to the self-assured man that I knew?
"Sure. I usually leave about ten and stop for coffee on the way. I'll meet you here?"
"Perfect."
He smiled and in an insane moment of stupidity, I almost kissed him. I caught myself halfway when the look of shock on his face registered with my brain. I jerked abruptly away from him and ran into the building.
Before the door closed I heard his melodic laugh. "Goodnight Kat," he called.
Chapter 5
When we were finished, we collapsed in a sweaty pile on the bed, our limbs intertwined. After a while we decided to shower together. David washed my hair and gently soaped my body. I loved the feel of his hands on me and would never tire of his touch.
He hesitated when his hands traveled across the bruises on my ass and thighs.
"I am so sorry..." he started, but I turned as quickly as I could and pushed my finger to his lips.
"No, David," I said. "This is not your fault. You've done nothing wrong. I love you. I consented, and you know that."
He pressed his lips to the top of my head and let the hot water cascade down around us, washing away the fear and the pain.
"I love you so much," he sighed.
"I know."
His eyes told me that he didn't quite believe me. I could forgive him, but it would be much harder for him to forgive himself.
He rubbed me dry with a towel and then pulled me close to his chest. We held each other like that for a long time with the water from my hair dripping onto the floor and the air growing cold around us. Eventually, we fell into bed and drifted to sleep.
I woke once in the night. Shaken by a terrible dream. Richard. David held me tight and kissed away my fears. I needed him again, and he gave me what I needed. We lay spooned together on our sides as he rocked into me. His fingertips traced lazy circles on my thighs and abdomen. I lost myself in his touch when he started to rub my clit in time with his thrusts.
He told me that I was beautiful. He told me that I was everything to him. I believed him. I believed every word that fell from his sensual lips.
When we were spent, I fell asleep in the same position, listening to his gentle breathing.
Morning came too soon. Today was the first day of classes for David, in the fall semester of his final year of med school, almost six years from the day that I first met him. He would finish up and then begin his career as a doctor. He had stayed the course from beginning to end.
I had taken a different path. Two years into my undergraduate degree my father passed away. He was the only family that I had left. My grades had slipped, despite David's efforts to help me. I lost my scholarship. I could not afford to stay without that money. My dad had left me a life insurance policy, but it wasn't much: just enough to pay off his debts and afford a funeral. I owned the house as well now, but I didn't want to live in it. I didn't want to go home to Montana.
David became my rock, my foundation. Without his discipline, I would never have made it through. He encouraged me. He corrected me. He refused to let me waste away as I wanted to do. He was my everything.
I transferred to a cheaper state college with a less demanding scholarship and finished with a degree in Science Education. I got a job teaching eighth graders. My first year had been incredible, and I was looking forward to my second.
David and I had married last spring break. I had no more family, and he had refused to invite his family. We took Cody and his submissive with us to Hawaii. David's father paid the bill for all four of us. David told him that it was just a spring break get away. Those two and the resort Chaplin were the only people in the world who knew that we were married.
I had met his parents for the first time last night, an awkward first dinner if there ever had been. David had sheltered me from them for as long as he could, but I had always known that I would have to face them eventually. He had told me over and over what it would be like, so I was prepared for Richard. What I hadn't been prepared for was the pity in Ellen's eyes. She seemed so afraid, not for herself but for me. She thought I was inheriting the sins of the father. I wished that I could tell her that her son was not her husband, but David said not to tell. She couldn't keep a secret, so I couldn't give her hope.
I had asked a million times why David
didn't just leave, break off from the family. He had investments that were apart from his father's. It wasn't a ton of money, but it would get him through school and into a job. He was smart; I was smart. I worked. We would get by.
"My mother," he had always answered. "He would take it out on my mother. He would blame my mother for raising a rebellious son. She is innocent in this, and I cannot leave her."
"She should have left him years ago," I had argued, but now that I had met her, I understood. Richard had used David for years to keep Ellen by his side, and now Richard was using Ellen to keep David by his side. She was almost hollow, a shell of what she had once been. That evil man had manipulated his family with fear to the point where neither of them could see clearly.
I bided my time. David would finish school in a year. He would do his residency. We would hang on until he was finished, and then we would take his mother and disappear into the night, making a new life for ourselves, a life that the broke the abusive cycle.
We were going to be fine. David would be strong, and I would submit myself to his leadership.
Chapter 6
When I went home for Christmas freshman year, my father asked for a number. I told him twelve. I had fucked the leggy blond twice. She was the only repeat, and I had abstained for midterms and finals.
He wanted details, and I gave them willingly and graphically. In return he gave me a fake ID and added $10,000 to my trust fund. I probably didn't need the ID, but it was a good thing to have. The line of women at the pizza place was getting old. Maybe it was time to upgrade locations.
He told me that he was proud of me. He told me that I was on my way to becoming a real man. I thought about Kat and wondered if he was right. What would she think of our father/son bonding? I did not mention her. Somehow it felt like blasphemy to discuss her in my father's house. She was my darkest secret and my greatest light.
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