by Skylar West
We went up to the second level, which had five ensuite bedrooms, the largest being his, which included an office. The last room, he unlocked with a key, and when the door opened, so did my mouth as my jaw dropped in shock.
Chapter 5
Kingsley
It was all I could do not to laugh out loud when I unlocked the door to the dungeon, and Katarina's jaw dropped in shock. She stood on the threshold of my dungeon room, her eyes as big as saucers. Most of what it contained would be a mystery to her, but her imagination would be soaring with the trinkets I had used as decorations. I had devices of torture on display as well, which were very old and completely unusable. But to a virgin mind like hers, it was all part of one big, intimidating unknown.
I watched as her curiosity overcame intimidation and she entered the room. Kate took her time, stopping to examine items that piqued her interest. She reached a variety of floggers that were hanging in a row and rubbed the different ends between her fingers, feeling the texture and no doubt wondering what they would feel like on her skin.
Occasionally, when she wished to ask a question, she would turn to me with raised eyes and I would tell her the name and use of a particular implement. Sometimes, she would pick up an item and place it back after studying it, with no questions asked. As I watched her innocently explore, I was stiff with anticipation.
This room represented my dark side, what I had learned about myself a long time ago, that this is my kink. I created this room as a play den to help with my stress, and as my submissive partners increased, I wanted a designated play space that didn't involve the rest of my personal life, like my bedroom. No woman had ever slept there.
I brought Katarina here to see what her reaction would be. If she'd run screaming from the room and had shown zero interest, then my answer would be this is not the woman for me. My instincts were proving correct about her so far; she was entranced. Not a word had been uttered from her beautiful mouth yet.
If my little Katie had a kink, this would be a safe place to discover it. Almost half an hour had gone by, and still, she had said nothing, continuing to look and touch occasionally. When she stopped at a spanking bench, she gazed up at me quizzically.
I had no interest in playing BDSM games with her, at least not in the way I had with other submissives in training. Katarina was a natural submissive; she wouldn't need anything from this room. All she needed was for me to guide her, but if she wanted to play, I was letting her know I basically did it all.
"It's a spanking bench, Katarina. You see, your wrists go inside the shackles and your ankles at the other end, your torso would lie along the bench part. The spanker would have full access to your ass and its precious virgin button, as well as your pussy."
She licked her lips, then, as she peered up at me, she finally spoke. "Then, what? What happens once a person is so vulnerably placed?"
"Then I begin to give them pleasure, well, unless they've misbehaved, then it's not pleasure. It's more of a lesson."
Her eyes went wide. "So, people, I mean women, they want you to do things to them, and you do?"
"I did, but not for a year now. I fear I've grown quite bored with women who think they know what they want." She seemed to think about my words.
"Well, what about women who don't know what they want, Kingsley, what do you do with them?"
This was the crux of Katarina; she was bold yet fearful, alive yet withheld, desirous yet untrusting. I decided to answer truthfully, "I don't know; I have never spent time with one before."
She gasped, "Never?"
"Well," I amended, "I did date one in college. It was a disaster, so I haven't repeated it. That is, until now."
She gulped, her breath becoming light and fast, her pupils dilated. "I don't know you, and I don't know what I want. Why would you bring me here?"
"Because I told you not to wear underwear for dinner."
"And I didn't," she insisted.
"That's exactly right, Katarina, you didn't; you listened to a man you barely know. You are a natural submissive. You just don't know it yet." She seemed shocked as she processed my words.
"The reason you don't know that you are is because every time a dominant like myself has gotten close to you, you have run away. And who can blame you, with your father being, by far, the worst example of a dominant male? But I must add here that he is not an alpha Dom, like myself. He is a bully, and there is a big difference."
She was thinking hard about what I was saying. I would have given her all night to consider my words, but I wasn't negotiating a contract here. She was not a submissive I would be training or helping, she was a woman whom I wanted desperately, and I hadn't felt that in way too long.
I stepped closer to her, tilted her chin upward, and planted a soft but adamant kiss on her lips. Hers were soft and pliant, opening to me with no resistance. A small moan escaped her lips as she literally melted in my arms. I wrapped my other arm around her body and pulled her close, my hard-on pressing into her belly.
"I want you, Katarina. Will you come to bed with me?" It wasn't a real question, as her body was telling me everything I needed to know.
"Yes," she hissed softly into my ear.
I scooped her up, leaving the dungeon for more delicate surfaces. I deposited her on my bed and pulled off her shoes, then her stockings. I stood her up and removed her dress, undid her bra, then I laid her back and told her not to move.
She complied as I stood before her and stripped, removing my tie and shirt. Her eyes enlarged when she finally saw all the muscle I had hiding under my clothing. She licked her lips again. I could see that she wanted me to take her, and she wanted it badly.
I stepped out of my shoes and pulled off my socks and trousers. When I straightened, my rather large cock sprung out in front of me. Kate gaped, her eyes growing wide and then narrowing with desire.
I knelt on the bed and gave her ankles a tug toward me. She gasped when she found herself suddenly beneath me. I stood, never letting go of her, and tugged her to the edge of the bed. I pulled her into the air and hooked her knees over my shoulders.
Next, I attacked her wet folds with my tongue. She was so startled by the assault on her most sensitive area, she let out a small scream. Then she adjusted to my onslaught and moaned with each lick of my tongue along her labia. Each time I delved in and sucked on her clitoris, she said my name, her hips writhing and lifting toward my mouth.
I pulled away from my ministrations. "Tell me what you want, Katarina; tell me how you want me to take you." I knew exactly how I was going to take her, but I wanted her to start asking for what she wanted.
"I want you," she panted, "I want it all."
I quickly unhooked her knees from my shoulders. She whined about losing my mouth, and I sat down and pulled her over my lap then began to tap her ass lightly and rub the pink prints I left behind. At first, she struggled, kicking her legs, but the longer it went on, the more she liked it.
"Oh, yes, Kingsley," she mewled. I landed my hand spanks harder and then ran my fingers down her sopping slit. She was arching into my hand now, wanting more. I gave her ten hard spanks in succession and felt her body shaking with the need for release. She was close to orgasming. I slammed three of my digits into her soft wet folds, and she clenched with the intensity of it and exploded all over my fingers.
"Ahh, Kingsley! Oh, my God!"
I grinned as orgasm after orgasm tore through her. I wanted her on her hands and knees, then I thought better of it. I needed to see her face to better determine how to proceed with her. She was precious, and I wanted to honor what she was sharing with me, her vulnerability, her innermost quiet self that no one got to see, except, now, me.
I helped her off my lap and onto the bed. I slid up between her knees and hovered at her entrance. "Tell me again, Katarina, what do you want?" She hesitated for the briefest of seconds, "You, Kingsley. I want you to take me, to fuck me until I can't stand."
"As you wish." I plunged into her,
and she screamed with the sudden invasion. Slowly, she began to grind her hips upward, meeting my thrusts. "Katarina, relax, and feel every stroke. I am fucking you, not the other way around."
She suddenly stopped and just gently responded to my ministrations instead of trying to take more than I offered. I began to slow down my thrusts somewhat and, instead, worked on the slow friction, building her up to another series of orgasms.
Her nails dug into my back, her legs were lifted and wrapped around me. Her eyes were closed, and her head tossed gently from side to side as she moaned her pleasure. She was lost in the sensations I was creating, her body slick with sweat.
As I took her closer to her climax, her cute little mewls became more intense. I picked up the pace a little, and she screamed my name as she clenched around my shaft. I felt her warm juices coat my cock. I slowed down again, adjusting my pace, but within moments, she was cresting, riding the wave to another climax.
"Kingsley, oh my God, oh my God, this is incredible, don't stop… don't. Ahh!"
I felt her hard convulsion around my cock and allowed myself to also tip over the edge and plummet into the abyss of ecstasy. My cock was pumping, pouring hot spurts of cum into her womanhood, which spasmed in response. I felt like it went on forever, certainly longer than any experience I'd ever had before.
I leaned on my elbows over her as our panting slowed down, and then I pulled out of her, rolling onto my side and pulling her in to face me. We lay in each other's arms, gazing into each other's eyes. Our experience was intimate and our attraction for each other so uncontrolled. I gloried in her openness, her ability to let go and trust.
Minutes went by, with neither of us saying anything until, slowly, her eyes began to close. Moments later, she was asleep. I watched her for a few minutes longer. She looked even younger while she slept than when awake.
I rolled off the bed and went to clean up, came back and gently wiped Kate clean while she slept and then pulled the covers over her. I felt restless and something else I couldn't put my finger on. I went downstairs and poured myself a scotch and gazed out to the dark garden, allowing my mind to be free, a form of meditation I learned while earning my scars in Muay Thai boxing. Once set free through meditation, I could make space to relax and what I was finding elusive would show up. I slowly closed my eyes, and my breath shallowed. I saw images of women from my past, none of whom had evoked any feeling, until I saw my mother. I loved her, but I disliked her immensely and had determined, early on, that getting close to any female would be like handing over a sword and saying, "Cut me."
My mother was untrustworthy and still looked for ways to scheme to get me back into the family fold. But that would never happen. And then it hit me. I was afraid of Kate, fearful of what wanting her may do to me. Would loving her make me weak or put me at risk of losing control?
That was the crux of it. I wanted what I feared, and the intimacy of our cuddling had left me unsettled. I knew I could fall hard and fast for this woman. Was I ready? If I rejected her now, she might never open up again, too much for her heart to risk. I couldn't do that to her.
I decided to swim in the deep end and see if I drowned or found a rescue boat. Failing was better than running from my fear of hurting her. Once I'd decided on my course of action, I downed my glass and headed back upstairs. Katarina was not in bed, but I saw the light from the bathroom shining under the closed door. When she came out, naked, she stopped in her tracks, a blush spreading across her face and neck.
"What a wonderful color on your cheeks, Katarina."
Her blush deepened, but she walked toward me, her beautiful ivory skin glowing in the moonlight that peeked through the arched windows. She stood in front of me, this time, her breasts level with my face. I leaned forward, grabbing both ass cheeks, and she gasped as I pulled her closer to my face and roughly took her nipple in my mouth.
She gasped again with shock then squirmed, trying to lessen the intensity. I wouldn't let go and increased the pressure until she let out a little yelp. Then I let go, and as I gazed up at her, said, "To know your limits and communicate when it is too much with words, instead of trying to run away, is very important in a healthy relationship."
She seemed to process that and asked, "What do I say?"
"Let's do a color system; if things are getting to be too much, say yellow, red is stop. I will stop immediately if you use that word, unless."
"Yes?"
"Unless I am teaching you a lesson, then you're at my mercy, Katarina. Do you agree?"
She was silent for a moment then asked, "What is a lesson that I would have no choice but to endure?"
"If I tell you something, and you directly disobey me, then there will be consequences." This was not how I wanted our relationship to go, but I found myself falling back on my alpha male tendencies. "Do what I say, or you get punished." If she said no, then what would I do?
She considered and then asked, "Like the underwear? If I had worn it, you would have followed through with your threat?"
"No, if you had worn underwear, we would not be here right now. But, by consenting to my request, you have set this in motion. To continue, you will abide by my rules. Understand that, yes, I am an alpha male, dominant and possessive, but I am not making this proposition to you because of just my needs. You want and need to learn control, and I will help you. You wish to allow yourself to be natural, and I will help you. This is to bring us both to a place that will enable us to be our better selves. And, yes, I will punish you, not just for disobeying me, which you will in the beginning as you learn accountability instead of running, but also because I want to."
She looked at me in confusion. "I love your ass, Katarina, I want to spank it and take it, do you understand?"
Her eyes grew wide at my words, but she nodded her head.
"I understand, Kingsley, but I don't know if I'm ready for this type of commitment; it seems really intense."
It was time for me to bargain. I didn't want to lose this opportunity for myself or for her. "What would make you feel confident in this being the basis of our relationship?"
She seemed to consider. "I want to be respected. If I make a choice that is not in keeping with what you think, I need to be heard and what I say taken into consideration always. I do not want to be punished unless I intentionally put myself in a dangerous situation, then I guess it is acceptable. I want to be a partner, and speaking of which, were you for real about what you said to my father at dinner, about us doing a business project together?"
"Of course, I always mean what I say."
"Okay, then how would that work? Are you my boyfriend/boss? I don't understand these guidelines, Kingsley. I don't know how they work in real life. Maybe I want what you are offering. I don't know. Maybe we could just take this one day at a time?"
Perfect, that, I could do. "Yes, Katarina, we can take this one day at a time. But we are exclusive. I want that, and I hope you do, too?"
She smiled. "Oh, yes, I want to be exclusive and learn the ways of the alpha force," she said with a giggle.
I laughed and, suddenly, all the intensity from our conversation dissipated. I squeezed her ass cheeks and again drew her in, this time, nibbling and sucking her nipples. She moaned, her head lolling back on her neck.
I kneaded her flesh with my hands while I went back and forth from one nipple to the next, slowly increasing the intensity until I was beyond what I had been doing to her earlier that had provoked our conversation about limits. But with the warm-up I'd given her, she was good with the level of intensity I was using. More than that, she was incredibly turned on.
I let go of her ass and started lightly spanking with my right hand while my left found the cleft between her silky thighs. She was wet with desire. I gently ran my thumb pad over her clit, and she thrust forward toward me. I rubbed back and forth, creating friction and felt her little nub growing hard. I stopped spanking her and began working one finger into her anus.
She tried to wiggle
free. I let go of her nipple and pulled her over my lap, spanking her hard enough to make my point. She squealed and kicked her legs, but I didn't let her up until I wanted to, when she stood between my legs again. I looked at her and said, "Words."
She blushed, embarrassed that she'd been caught, already being disobedient.
"Um, it didn't hurt, just felt uncomfortable."
"Good girl, Katarina, are you willing to try again?"
"One finger?" I nodded. "Yes, I am willing to try again."
"Yes?"
"Sir?"
"Good girl. Now be calm and relax; I will go slowly."
I grabbed both of her ass cheeks, and she gasped when I did. Her cheeks were hot to the touch, but I knew that working the flesh would turn into an inferno in her nether region, making her yield to my putting a finger in her ass.
I took her nipple back in my mouth and again moved back and forth while I kneaded her backside. It wasn't long until her little mewls and groans began. I placed my index finger at her entrance and slowly began to slide it in. I felt her resist and then relax, allowing me to go entirely inside.
With one finger in her ass, I now used my other hand and put two digits in her soaking wet folds. All three areas were now being gently coaxed, and she loved it. Her juices were coating my fingers and running down her inner thighs while I continued to give her back and front end all the attention they wanted.
I felt the pulse building in her core and knew she was close to orgasming. "Come for me, Katarina."
"Ohh, yes, yes, Sir," she cried as she exploded over my fingers. I kept stroking her nub while she came, and she worked herself up into another orgasm. Her knees bent, and she almost fell with the intensity. I pulled her over my lap where I had better access to both holes and continued to work them until she literally collapsed.
"I could hear her sobbing and brought her back to sitting and held her while she cried.