Kate / Katherine

by Jilly Bowling

  Then Kate realised that he had said something, “Sorry, what? I was miles away.”

  “I said, are you coming to have breakfast? We can shower after.”

  “Oh, yes, damn where’s my dress?” Kate replied looking around wildly.

  “It’s around somewhere, but you don’t need it. I prefer your body uncovered, so much more interesting.”

  Kate didn’t know what to say. She was still nervous about angering him.

  Damien smiled and said “If you must cover you beautiful body, there’s a robe in the bathroom.” Then he went into the sitting room.

  Kate leapt out of bed and into the bathroom; after spending a penny, she cleaned her teeth and washed her face and hands. Her hair was wild and out of control so she didn’t try to do anything with it. Putting on a white towelling robe she made her way to the breakfast table.

  Damien was eating eggs benedict, but the table had multiple dishes on it. There was toast and croissants, green figs, melon, mango, pineapple, grapefruit, bananas and grapes. A pot of coffee for Damien and a large pot of tea for Kate, filled the little space remaining. Sitting opposite Damien she helped herself to a plate of different fruits and poured herself a cup of tea. The fruit was delicious and she finished everything on her plate, then she had toast and marmalade, and finally a flaky croissant and a bunch of grapes. Three cups of tea and she was ready to face the day.

  Damien had watched her eating with amusement and when she finally looked up he said, “I’m pleased to see you have such a healthy appetite. Your body shows the benefit of eating healthy food. I insist that my subs looking after themselves. Tell me Kate, what exercise do you take?”

  Kate’s brain said ‘Bloody cheek,’ but her voice said, “One, I have always eaten healthily, two, I run, row, lift weights, swim and go to self defence class. And three, I haven’t agreed to be your sub yet.”

  Damien laughed, “You certainly have learned well at your self defence class. I will be very careful not to piss you off in future. I hope you will agree to a weekend, we are good together.”

  “I need to know what will be required of me on that weekend before I decide.” Kate said quietly.

  “I will ask you to submit completely, to trust that I won’t hurt you. Only then can a dom and sub relationship work. For your first weekend I will talk you through everything before it happens. Over that weekend we can discuss soft and hard limits. In my world I am a highly thought of dom. I help others to become the best dominant they can be, and instruct them how to look after a sub. My sadistic leanings are very well controlled; as I told you I am a dom first and sadist last. Unless you agreed I would never beat you. The whole idea of submission is a beautiful thing between two people.”

  “You kissed me when it was a hard limit!”

  “I thought we’d agreed that one million pounds would get rid of that hard limit.” Damien pointed out.

  “I was joking when I asked for one million.”

  “Where hard limits are concerned you mustn’t joke, if we are to move on you must always be truthful.” Damien said seriously.

  “So you were serious when you agreed to it?” Kate asked.

  “Yes of course, I would never joke about hard limits.”

  “So you owe me one million pounds.”

  “Yes, we’ll sort it out after breakfast,” he replied.

  “I’m finished.” Kate laughed.

  Licking his lips Damien stood and strolled round the table until he was in front of her. “Let’s shower first, then I’ll arrange for the funds to be transferred to your bank account. The thousand for last night will already be there.” Pulling her to her feet he kissed her gently.

  Kate melted in his arms and the nerve endings in and around her sex tingled strongly.

  Belle was right; it wasn’t just money she wanted from this man. Picking her up easily he kissed her once again and carried her to the shower; he pushed his sweats off then loosened the belt on Kate’s robe. Easing it off her shoulders he walked her backwards into the shower.

  Placing her under the shower head he turned it on. Kate squealed as firstly cold water hit her, then laughed at herself as the water turned warm. Pouring shower creme onto his hands Damien circled her soaping her everywhere. As he washed her breasts he rolled her nipples between his fingers making her groan, when they hardened and lengthened he whispered, “These are just made for nipple clamps. You think that this is pleasure? Katherine I can show you pleasure beyond your dreams.”

  Kate shivered at the thought of nipple clamps, but became moist as well.

  Then Damien paid attention to her buttocks, soaping between them and slipping a finger inside her anus.

  “Have you ever had your arse fucked, Katherine?”

  Kate stiffened and said that she hadn’t.

  “You have a beautiful arse I will be delighted to initiate you. But first we will have to introduce you to butt plugs. At the moment I would be too big for you, some pain is pleasurable but that would be too much.”

  While he was speaking his other hand had moved to her sex and his fingers were stroking and pinching her clit. As she concentrated on that a second finger was pushed into her anus, and both entrances were being stimulated at the same time. Overcome, with her senses reeling, Kate groaned not knowing whether it was through pain or pleasure. All she knew was that she didn’t want it to stop; taking control of her body Damien gave pain and pleasure in equal measures.

  When he inserted a third finger, and found the cluster of nerves deep inside her vagina, Kate yelled as orgasm after orgasm flowed through her rendering her helpless. Removing his fingers Damien took more shower creme and continued washing her; Kate was trembling and had to lean against the wall. Once he had finished soaping her, he took the shower head and sprayed it all off. Then he quickly washed himself.

  “Kate do you want to shampoo your hair or shall I do it for you?” he enquired.

  “I’ll do it thanks,” Kate mumbled taking the shampoo.

  “I’ll leave you to it then. Oh by the way, I’ve got an invitation to a polo match this afternoon, would you like to go with me?”

  “Oh, do you want me to?” Kate was surprised.

  “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t. Do you want to go? I ought to show my face, so ...” he trailed off.

  “Yes I’d love to go, but I need to go home for some suitable clothes.” Kate told him.

  “Don’t worry about clothes. I’ll send Turner for something. What size are you? Ten, thirty-four c, I’d say.”

  “I have loads of clothes at home. Don’t waste your money.” she argued.

  “You are annoying me now, just tell me what size you are or I’ll have to spank you.” Damien growled stepping closer to the shower.

  Kate gasped and scooted to the back of the shower, blinking as shampoo got into her eyes.

  “OK, don’t” she stammered, “Size ten, thirty-four c, you’re right.”

  “Good, shoe size?”

  “Five, e fitting.”

  Damien stalked out of the room and picking up his phone gave Turner his instructions.

  Kate was giving herself a good talking to, because when he had threatened to spank her, she had found herself becoming aroused. ‘Get a grip.’ she told herself. Rinsing her hair she then combed conditioner through with her fingers, then rinsing that off she wrapped her head in one towel and wrapped another around her body. Taking the built in hairdryer off the wall she started to dry her hair, going for a sleek look today. By the time she had styled her hair into a sleek pleat, with tendrils escaping over her ears, Turner was back with multiple parcels.

  Damien was on the phone and indicated for him to leave them on a sofa. Once Turner was gone he finished his call and called to Kate. “The clothes are here for you to try, come and try them on.”

 
When she opened the door and walked out he nodded his approval at her hair and makeup, and pointed at the sofa in the sitting room.

  “Gosh, what has he bought?” Kate asked as she investigated the bags.

  “A selection, as I asked.” Damien replied as his phone rang and he answered it.

  Kate took out three different coloured dresses in the same style and three sets of ‘Victoria’s secret’ underwear. There was a virginal white dress, covered in broderie anglaise, an aqua coloured dress, and a pale cream dress covered in tiny rosebuds over the bust. Each outfit came with matching underwear and there was a pair of ballet shoes to match each dress. Kate held each dress up to herself in turn, looking in a large mirror on the wall; she loved them all, but the white one made her feel young and fresh. A different look for her.

  “The white, I think.” Damien said lounging against the bedroom door.

  “Mmm, it’s so pretty.” Kate murmured.

  “Try on the underwear.” Damien ordered.

  “What, here?”

  “Kate, don’t be shy with me. I know every inch of your body, so no false modesty please.” he growled.

  Deciding that he was right, Kate picked up the white bra and French knickers. They fit perfectly and made her body look young and virginal. Damien sucked in a breath as he felt himself harden.

  This amazing girl/woman had to belong to him. Going to her he tilted her chin and kissed her gently. When Kate responded sweetly his eyes glittered and he smiled secretly.

  Pulling away he said “I’d better find something to wear that won’t disgrace you,” and he went into the bedroom to search.

  Kate put on the white dress and the pretty flat shoes, necessary for pushing the divots in, between chukkas. Looking in the mirror she wished that she had a dainty necklace and earrings to wear. The annoying thing was that she had loads of costume jewellery at home. There was a buzz on the hotel phone, so Kate answered it.

  “There is a package here for Mr. Masters, shall I send it up?” asked the receptionist.

  “Oh, yes please.”

  Within minutes there was a knock on the door, and when Kate opened it a porter handed her a flat package. Thanking him Kate carried it through to the bedroom; Damien was standing combing his hair, dressed in slacks, a polo shirt and desert boots. When he saw the package he said “Oh good it’s arrived. Open it Kate.”

  “Me?” Kate asked. “Oh yes, Ok.”

  Taking the brown paper off Kate discovered a jeweller’s box. When she opened it, she gasped. On black satin lay a gold chain with an oval pendant covered in tiny emeralds and diamonds; on either side sat a pair of matching earrings.

  “Do you like them?” Damien asked.

  “They’re beautiful.” Kate gasped.

  “Let me fasten the chain for you.” he said taking it out of the box.

  Once it was round her neck he moved her in front of a mirror. The emeralds were the colour of her eyes and the small pendant nestled neatly between her breasts.

  “Put the earrings in. “ Damien ordered.

  With shaking fingers Kate attached the earrings. “Damien,” she said “These are too much. They’re real aren’t they?”

  “Of course. My dates don’t wear paste,” he replied. “They match your eyes, the jeweller has done very well, and by the way, you look very beautiful, Kate.”

  Pulling her to him he kissed her deeply making her gasp for breath. Letting her go, he took her hand and said “Right, there should be a pashmina in one of those bags. You may need it later.”

  As Kate searched the bags, Damien took a soft cashmere sweater out of the wardrobe. Finding the cashmere pashmina, Kate gasped once again at the softness of it. It would have gone with any of the dresses as the swirling colours in it were pale aqua, pale cream, with tiny flashes of white. It was extremely elegant.

  “Good, you’ve found it.” Damien said as he came through from the bedroom, flinging his sweater round his neck.

  Taking her hand he led her to the lift, as they descended he watched Kate in the mirror. She looked bright eyed and excited, and her hand kept touching her necklace and stroking the pashmina. It pleased him that she appreciated nice things, he wanted her totally willing, and if his money helped then he would use it. She had some pride so he’d have to move slowly.

  As Turner opened the door of the rolls, Damien helped Kate in. As they pulled away he said “I’m going this afternoon as the great park will be a neighbour of mine after Friday. It helps to be seen about when one wants to do business in Britain.”

  “How will you introduce me?” Kate asked quietly.

  “Why as a friend of course. All be it a new friend, don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”

  Kate smiled, thinking, little do you know. ‘I’ve probably fucked, beaten or sucked off a lot of the men there.’

  Still, she did look different today. It was going to be an interesting afternoon!

  As Turner pulled the car to a stop, Kate realised that they were in the reserved section. Damien helped her out of the car and Kate breathed in that heady scent of mown grass, horse, sweat and testosterone, that permeated the air around a polo match. The game hadn’t started yet, the grooms were leading the ponies round to loosen them up and the riders were standing chatting to family and friends.

  As Damien led Kate through the crowd, some people greeted him and smiled at Kate. Taking two glasses of champagne off a waiter he handed one to Kate, then started as he was slapped on a shoulder by a meaty hand.

  “Masters, glad you could make it. Lovely day, what,” said a portly chap in slacks and sports jacket.

  “Hello Caulfield, I wondered if you would be here.” Damien nodded. “May I introduce Katherine, um, a friend of mine.”

  “And a very beautiful one too, if I may say so,” said Caulfield taking Kate’s hand in his sweaty palm.

  Wanting to wipe her hand on his sleeve, Kate nodded and smiled.

  “Tell me Masters, have you given any thought to what we were discussing the other day?”

  Damien frowned “Business belongs in an office not a polo field; I’ll let you know my decision soon. Please excuse us, I see someone I must talk to,” and taking Kate’s arm he led her away.

  Kate could feel that he was annoyed so just went with him, where he led.

  “Slimy little toad.” Damien muttered when they were out of earshot.

  “Mm, his hand was certainly slimy.” Kate said looking at her hand.

  Damien turned to her and poured the remains of his champagne slowly over her hand. Then he took out his handkerchief and dried it. “You’ll never have to touch a slime ball like him ever again.”

  “I don’t touch slimeballs, it’s usually my whip that touches them.” Kate grinned.

  Damien frowned then looked at her and laughed out loud. The way he was laughing attracted attention and some of the players looked over too, quite a few of them recognised Damien and a couple came over to him.

  “Damien my friend, long time since we’ve played against each other.” A well built Argentinian slapped him on his back as the other man stared open mouthed at Kate.

  “Kate” he murmured. “It is you. My god how long has it been since I’ve seen you?” and he crushed her into his arms.

  Damien frowned and looked at Kate in question.

  “Alehandro, don’t crush me. How are you? It must be at least five years.” Kate pulled herself out of his arms.

  Noticing Damien’s glare, Alehandro released Kate and turning to Damien asked. “Kate is here with you, my friend? You are one lucky hombre if she is.”

  “Hello Al, you and Kate are obviously old friends?”

  “Very good old friends,” the Argentinian said raising Kate’s hand to his lips.

  Trying to calm the atmosphere Kate said to Damien, “You
didn’t tell me you played polo.”

  “And you didn’t tell me you were ‘friends’ with polo players,” he growled.

  The older Argentinian who had embraced Damien stepped in to diffuse the situation.

  “Come my friend, join us in the players area, there are lots of your old adversaries there. “ Holding Damien’s arm he led him away.

  Following with Alehandro Kate said “Calm down Andro, Damien is touchy about my past.”

  “Then he is your boyfriend, not a client?” he asked in puzzlement.

  “Yes I gave all that up.” Kate lied.

  “My heart is broken; I was so looking forward to being with you again. You made me into the man I am today; hundreds of women bless you for what you taught me about the female body,” he said dramatically.

  “Hundreds?” Kate raised her eyebrows.

  “So I fall in love easily,” he sighed.

  “And out of love as easily as well.” Kate laughed at him.

  “I’m young.” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

  “How old are you now, Andro?” Kate asked.

  “Twenty three, I was eighteen when you, an older woman, seduced me.” he said chuckling.

  “Yes, all of two years older” Kate pointed out.

  As they reached an open area, Damien paused and waited for them. Seeing them talking and Alehandro chuckling, he scowled and clenched his fists, wanting to knock the smile off the boy’s face. Reaching out for Kate’s hand he drew her to his side, as more players came to say hello to him. He kept her close to him, even when they were heeling in the divots between chukkas, and luckily Al took the hint.

  Towards the end of the afternoon, after tea, Damien found himself in a general discussion with politicians and business leaders. Kate found herself outside the circle, so wandered off to see the ponies. Talking to the grooms she was in her element; she had ridden for years and Alehandro had introduced her to polo. She was a natural but hadn’t had the opportunity to become a professional.

  Damien suddenly realised that she wasn’t beside him, so excusing himself he went in search of her, swearing that if she was with Al he’d knock him down, then take her home and punish her. The players were all together waiting for the cup to be awarded and Kate wasn’t there.