Generational Sins (8 page)

I walked around her slowly, binding each limb as I went, restraining her and teasing at the same time. When she was immobile and helpless before me, I crossed the room and pulled the flogger I had promised her from the wall.

I dragged the long tails over her shoulder and across her back as I moved behind her. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, and she still wore the butterfly vibrator, but her ass cheeks and thighs were bare. I stepped back from her and widened my stance.

"Count, Katlyn," I commanded as I brought the whip down hard on the perfect curve of her ass.

She counted breathlessly as I strategically stuck her, covering her ass and thighs evenly with the blows. Ten strokes was not a lot for her, and I did not use full force on all of them, but I was hesitant to give her more. This was the first time that I had flogged her since the night before we visited my parents. I was rebuilding the trust that I had compromised by allowing her to be in that situation. I'm sure those ten strokes were a lot harder for me than they were for her.

I placed the last one right at the top of her legs where it would come closest to her wet cunt. Her count of ten was more of a moan than an actual number, and I knew that she had been close to coming under my flogger. If I had given her one more stroke between her legs, she probably would have. She was breathing heavily and struggling futilely against her restraints. So incredible.

I moved behind her, out of her line of sight, and stripped off my clothes. My cock was hard and ready for her. I bent down and pulled the remote control from my pocket. I was quiet sure that Kat had forgotten all about the butterfly, and I intended to use that to my advantage. I set the remote down quietly on a table within reaching distance.

"Very good," I praised, running my hands over her reddened ass, soothing and caressing the burning flesh. "You have pleased me, Katlyn. You may come as you wish."

I put my hands firmly on her hips and thrust into her hard and without warning. The cry that she made as I filled her shot heat straight to my groin. She convulsed around me, her orgasm strong and sudden.

"Fuck," I swore as she took every inch of my cock. I dug my fingers harder into her hips and thrust into her again and again. "Fuck yes. Take my cock you sweet little slut."

She was so wonderfully helpless beneath me. I relaxed and enjoyed the feel of her. Each time I drove forward, the head of my cock slamming against her cervix, she would cry out. I knew that the friction from the sawhorse between her legs would be enough to get her off while I fucked her, but I wanted to push her harder. I needed to feel her coming around me again and again.

I lifted the remote from the table and turned it on high. She had very little play room in these restraints, but she bucked wildly against them anyway and convulsed around me.

"That's right, sweetheart. Keep coming for me."

I kept a steady rhythm with my hips, and forced myself to count the tiny imperfections in the wall in front of us. I knew that I would lose it if I focused, even for a second, on the exquisite feel of her pussy.

Her clit had to be very sensitive, and the vibrator was probably bordering on painful for her at this point, but I selfishly wanted her to give me one more orgasm. I needed to feel her squeeze my cock as I filled her.

I leaned further forward over her, changing the angle, but continuing to drive into her. I fisted one hand in her hair and pinched her nipple through her bra with the other. She was sounding more and more hoarse as she screamed.

"Fuck, Katlyn," I said. I knew that my voice was a huge turn on for her, and I threw the full weight of it at her. "Such a sweet cunt you have. You like it when I fuck you hard. Don't you? I want you to come again for me. Give me one more, and I'll spill inside you."

I could feel her trying to force her hypersensitive body to relax and give into me.

"That's right, submit to me. Let me work your sweet little body."

She let out a whimper and relaxed further allowing me to push her closer to the edge. I bit down on her shoulder and pinched her nipples hard. She exploded around me one last time, and I followed her into oblivion.

The feeling was incredible, all of my stress melted away as I gave into the sensation. I rested my head on her back and breathed in the organic smell of her sweat.

I stopped the vibrator and reluctantly pulled out of her. I was pleasantly tired, but I knew that she was exhausted. Releasing her, I rubbed her skin gently, stimulating her circulation as I untied each limb. She slid off of the sawhorse, and I carried her bridal style to our bedroom. I tucked her under the covers and then slid in beside her.

"Good night, my love."

I knelt topless on the stone patio, letting the pain in my knees keep me grounded.

"Stop, Kat," he choked out. Why did he continue to deny himself? I hated pushing him like this, but I couldn't bear to see him in this kind of pain. I wanted to ease his pain, give him everything that he desired. Why couldn't he see that?

"Please, Sir." I pleaded. Please accept what you are. Please accept me for what I am. Please accept my submission and my consent.

He looked so broken.

Didn't he realize that he was everything I had dreamed of? He'd had my heart and my head for months. Now, it was time for him to stake his claim over my body. It had always been rightfully his.

He said that he was afraid of hurting me, but he simply didn't realize that the only thing hurting me was his rejection. I wanted to be his only, his everything, his outlet for every need, but for that to happen he needed to accept my submission. I couldn't help him if he wouldn't let me in. He needed to accept me. He needed to accept his role in this new relationship.

He sat his empty glass down on the table.

I crawled to him and waited for his judgment. He tilted my head and looked into my eyes. I held my breath.

"I want you naked and bent over the couch in the living room in five minutes."

Oh thank God. He wanted me.

He had said it in so many ways over the course of the night, but there was a strong possibility that he would allow his fear to keep him from what he wanted. He didn't know how to have a relationship, so he was trusting me to teach him. The faith that he had just displayed was enormous to me. I would not disappoint him.

This was going to be an interesting night. At this point, I had no idea what to expect. The uncertainty and anticipation had my body humming with electricity. I wanted whatever he wanted. I wanted to please him, but that was easier said than done, as I didn't have any knowledge of his preferences outside of the schoolroom gossip I'd heard.

I knew there were some risks involved from my side. An inexperienced Dom could cause some real physical damage if he got carried away. The safewords were one way to help prevent that, but I didn't want to use them. I wanted to build his confidence, not confuse him, so I hoped that it wouldn't come to that. He hadn't argued with me about the safewords, but he hadn't exactly agreed with me either. I was giving him more trust than I should by simply assuming that he understood. I had taken a fair amount of physical pain the past, so I wasn't too worried about anything he could do with his own body, but if he happened to have any of the more hardcore toys lying around, I would have to speak up. If he did actually hurt me, it would destroy every step of progress that we had made.

I stood and went into the house as he’d instructed. I would simply do what I did best: take one order at a time. It was his job to determine the order of the evening, and I would not get ahead of myself. For now, I was going to find the living room couch and do as I had been told.

Passing a bathroom on the way, I stopped to use it. You never knew how long a session with a Dom could be, and holding your bladder was not fun. I took a look in the mirror and attempted to smooth my hair. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and folded them. I placed them in a pile next to my purse on the kitchen counter.

The living room was adjoining the kitchen. There was a cream colored loveseat in front of me, and the matching couch was to my left. The back of the couch was very high, too high for this purpose, so I went with the arm instead. I spread my feet shoulder width apart and leaned forward over the arm of the couch. I rested my head on the cushions and tucked my arms in under me. Now, I would wait.

I didn't wait long. I heard him breathing hard as he walked into the room. He stood behind me for a long time, not moving. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his presence. I was sure that he was looking at me.

After what felt like an eternity, he crossed the room. He stood directly behind me and ran his hand over the curve of my ass. I tried not to jump at his touch, but he effortlessly brought every nerve ending in my body to life. It was impossible to stay still.

When he finally spoke, his voice was shaky and unsure. "My God," he breathed. "You are so fucking beautiful."

He explored my body gently touching me with only his fingertips. His skilled hands ran over my back, down my hips and over my thighs before circling back up. It was absolutely maddening.

His hand came out of nowhere, suddenly striking me hard on the right ass cheek. I yelped in surprise. I prepared myself for another, but it didn't come. Instead he smoothed the flesh with his fingertips again like he was apologizing. I didn't know what to do, but it was like he was waiting for instruction or approval. I thought if I encouraged him to continue spanking me, maybe he would relax. It was obvious that we were going to need to learn to communicate with each other.

"Please, Sir," I whispered quietly.

He jumped back a bit like a startled colt. It was almost like he'd forgotten that I was there.

"Please what, Kat? What do you want from me?"

"I want to please you, Sir."

He laughed bitterly. "You want to please me?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, "But I don't know what you want. Would you like to spank me?"

He took a step closer to me and pressed his jean-clad hips against mine. I could feel his erection against my pussy. His breathing was labored, and I could tell that he was waging some kind of an internal war.

"Yes, Kat," he finally answered. "I want to spank you, and then I want to fuck you."

He pushed two of his long fingers into my wet pussy, and I moaned out loud.

"You are so wet. Does that turn you on, Kat? Do you want me to spank you?"

"Yes, please. Please spank me, Sir."

He removed his fingers and used his wet hand to strike my ass on the opposite side. I bit down on the cushion to keep from crying out.

"No. I want to hear you. Scream for me."

He hit me again, on the right, alternating, and I did as he asked, venting all of my fears and frustrations in my screams. It had been too long. His hands felt incredible. I opened myself up to him and let him give me the release that I needed. Everything that I had been stressing about faded into the background, and I focused solely on the physical feelings that he was giving me. He did not hold back his blows, and soon I had tears streaming down my face. I did not count how many times he brought his hand down on my backside, but when he was done my ass was on fire, and I felt boneless.

He ran his hand gently over my burning flesh as I calmed.

"Thank you, Sir," I sobbed into the couch.

"Turn over," he said. "I want to fuck you now."

He didn't need to ask me twice. I lifted myself from the couch and faced him. He brushed my hair from my face gently and kissed away my tears. I noticed that his hands were shaking, and it was then that I realized how hard this had been for him. I was so confused. I thought that he was with women in this way all the time. Why was this so different for him?

I wanted to ask him if he was all right, but it wasn't my place. He would work out his own issues. For now, I would comfort him in the only way that I knew how.

"May I undress you, Sir?"

He nodded, and I brought my hands to the hem of his shirt. He lifted his arms and allowed me to remove it.

"You're so fucking hot," he murmured. "You look so good with my hand prints all over your ass. God you're incredible."

I smiled at his praise. I was on top of the world knowing how he wanted me.

I dusted my fingertips down over his shoulders, across his incredible abdominal muscles, barely touching him as he had done with me. I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down over his hips. He wore black silk boxers, which were hugely tented from his erection. I looked to him for confirmation before pulling them down as well and freeing his hard length. I knelt in front of him and helped him to step out of his pants and shorts. He had removed his shoes some time before he came into the room. They were not in sight.

When he was naked he sunk his hand into my hair encouraged me to stand. He stepped into me, pushing me back against the arm of the couch. His cock was hard and insistent against my belly. I wished that I could see more of him. His body was everything that I had ever imagined it to be.

He tilted my face towards his and cupped my chin gently in his hand. My breath caught in my throat when I realized what he was about to do. He was going to kiss me. Really kiss me. I was terrified. My previous Dom, Cody, had never kissed me. It was far too intimate for the type of relationship that we had. This was much more personal, much harder for me, than anything that we had done so far.