Calder (3 page)

“I
know
. I will give it to you.”

Katarina’s own fingers calmed her, muscles relaxing as she touched herself.

“You can run if you want,” he said. “I will find you and catch you, but you can always
try
to get away.”
“Run?” She glanced at the dark walls that shut her in. “Run where?”

“Away from me.”

“I’m not running anywhere. Especially not without my clothes.”

Calder laughed again, the sound low and soft. “Put on the garments you found in the wardrobe. I had them made for you.”

Katarina turned back to the closet and took out the red leather dress. It was soft and supple. And tiny. The kind of dress she’d never dream of wearing, even in private.

Feeling suddenly daring, she slipped it over her head. She wondered how to fasten it, but as soon as it settled on her torso, a mechanism kicked in that tightened it to every curve of her body.

There she stood, covered from her nipples to just below her buttocks in tight red leather. Far from confining, the small dress felt surprisingly comfortable.

She sat down on the platform with the boots, well aware that Calder watched. She knew he could see between her legs where the dress parted, could see her nipples press against the tight leather.

Katarina awkwardly drew the boots onto her feet and up her thighs then she stood, trying to get her balance in the impossibly high heels. “I have got to see what I look like in this.”

Calder didn’t answer. Silence reigned as she tottered to the copper fountain and observed herself in the reflective sheet.

The copper was polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting her even with the water running down it. Katarina peered at herself and laughed.

She certainly did look different. The leather dress bared most of her body and the boots reached halfway up her thighs. Her honey brown hair was mussed from removing her veils, and the brown eyes that looked back at her held both anxiety and curiosity.
The boot heels made her legs long and shapely and the dress complemented her body, building up her chest while slimming her waist. She’d always considered herself a shade too plump, but this dress made her look curvy and sexy. Bold. She smiled in wonder.

The dim lights suddenly went out, leaving nothing but the flickering of the few candles. The tiny, distant flames reflected on the copper sheet and thin stream of water like wavering fireflies.

“Don’t turn from the fountain.”

His voice came out of the darkness, in the room now, not over a speaker. Katarina tried to peer into the reflection and find him, but the darkness hid him.

“Where are you? I want to see you.”

“Put your hands on the copper and leave them there.” The voice was not as smooth as it had been over the speaker—he must have a program that took off the rough edges.

Katarina thought she liked it better without the smoothness.

She leaned forward, balancing carefully on the stilt heels, and touched her palms to the copper wall. The thin sheet of water slid gently around her fingers.

A prickling between her shoulder blades told her Calder still watched, but she didn’t know from where. Did she hear soft footfalls right behind her, or were they across the room?

Then he was there, his body curving over hers. “Don’t turn around,” he whispered.

His chest touched her back as he leaned over her and rested his fist on the copper—and a large bulge of cock pressed against her buttocks.

His breath burned her bare neck, then came the feeling of velvet on her skin—a glove? Then lips, just as soft but smooth and firm, on her neck.

Hot sensations flowed through Katarina’s body, along with a need she’d never experienced. A trickle of liquid touched her thighs.

“Please let me see you,” she begged.
Teeth nipped her ear. “Do not speak until I allow it.”

“Yes, but— Ow!”

The nip turned to a sharp bite. “
Not
until I allow it.”

Katarina focused her attention on the wall. She could see herself in the copper but he was only a shadow, dressed all in black, hooded, his face hidden behind a mask.

His hand moved on her thigh, the feeling of velvet again. His fingers slid under the hem of the dress, tantalizingly brushing the crease between thigh and torso.

Calder moved his hand to her breast. She saw it in the mirror, black and large, cupping her in the red leather. Her cleavage made a satisfactory picture and he nipped her neck, seeming to like what he saw.

The hand now slid to her abdomen, kneading her stomach, his touch warm and soothing.

“You will kneel when I tell you to,” he said.

Katarina nodded. Anything, as long as he continued to make her feel like this.

“Why not resist?” he whispered. He glided his hand, velvet warm, up to her throat, over her chin and face. She closed her eyes, drinking in the feeling.

“I don’t want to resist.”

“You are not afraid?”

“Did you drug me?” That was the only explanation for this acceptance of his intimate touch.

“What you feel, you are doing to yourself. I am only a catalyst.”

“Your Shareem pheromones,” she said, understanding. “I read about them.”

His breath scalded her ear. “I will offer again to let you run if you want to. But I will catch you in the end, remember that.”

Katarina’s heart beat faster as she imagined fleeing through the dark with him behind her, hearing him close the distance, knowing she couldn’t outrun him. When he
caught her… She could imagine his large hands closing around her, his weight bearing her to the ground, his fingers jerking open her clothes.

She swallowed. “I couldn’t possibly run anywhere in these heels.”

“Then I am your captor. You were brought here to be my slave.”

His touch calmed her shaking, and she felt warm and loose. “I thought I’d come to treat someone. They tricked me.”

His mouth found her neck again, biting harder, the pain making her wet. “Kneel for me now, Katarina.”

She tried but her knees locked as she lost her balance on the heels. She clutched at the wet copper, trying not to fall.

Calder’s hands moved to her upper arms, grip impossibly strong. He eased her down until she was on her knees on the floor, his huge body towering over her.

“I will have to punish you, Katarina, for not obeying right away.”

A shiver pulsed through her. “I couldn’t figure out how to.”

“And again, for answering when I did not allow it.”

She drew a breath, ready to argue, then stopped. Perhaps she’d better find out what these “punishments” were before she earned more.

“You learn quickly.” He knelt, the leather stretching over his thighs as he put his knees on either side of her. “I might go easy with you.”

His big hands stroked her again, running over her abdomen and breasts. She closed her eyes, enjoying it.

When his gloved hand pressed her clit, she gasped. The velvet felt odd, but good.

“Choose,” he said. He moved his fingers slowly, first teasing the lips of her opening then brushing her clit, now wet and swollen. “Which punishment would you like first?”

Katarina’s breath caught. “What are my choices?”
“You can have the lash.” Calder’s voice caressed the word, and Katarina envisioned herself naked on hands and knees while the shadow of him stood over her. She could already feel the sting of leather on her backside as he whipped her.

“Or?”

“My bare hand, spanking your ass until it’s red. Or you can play with a toy I have devised. You bring yourself off with it while I watch, but you cannot stop until I’m satisfied.”

Katarina wondered very much what this toy was and what it did. “I think I’d prefer the spanking,” she said in a rush.

“Make sure.” His fingers moved on her. “I will be harder on you as we go along. If you have the lash now, it won’t be so bad as it will later.”

There wouldn’t be a later because she’d find a way to make him understand that she’d been duped, that she’d never filled out his consent form, whatever that was. That it was all a mistake.

And then this beautiful dream would be over.

“I want the spanking,” she repeated.

He bit her ear, gently this time. “Say, ‘Please spank me.’”

“Um…please spank me.”

“Say, ‘Please, Calder, discipline me. I deserve it.’”

His fingers moved faster, and she gasped. “Please, Calder, discipline me. I deserve it.”

His fingers moved again, smearing her own cream all over her, her clit hot and aching. She felt herself winding toward climax, wanting it, reaching for it…

Calder withdrew his hand and the sensation died. She whimpered. “Could you do that a little longer?”
“No.” He stripped off the glove. The hand he bared was huge, bronze-colored flesh tight against sinew. Katarina realized too late that a spanking with that powerful hand would be no less painful than one with a lash.

“Pull up your dress,” he said. “Bare your ass for me.”

Hands shaking, Katarina caught the hem that hugged her buttocks and jerked it upward. She felt his hands, one bare, one velvet-covered, both stroking her gently.

“You have a fine ass. So beautiful. Did you know that, Katarina?”

Katarina closed her eyes. “No one’s ever said such a thing to me.”

“What I’m going to do with this beautiful ass is spank it until it’s cherry red. Then I’m going to put my tongue inside it.”

Katarina drew a sharp breath. She imagined his warm, wet tongue delving into her, something she’d never felt in her life. Heat squeezed her body.

“Later,” he went on, “it will take my cock.”

She thought of the huge, hard thing that had rubbed her backside, and she gulped.

“I’ve never done that before.”

“Mmm.” He brushed her buttocks, soft velvet contrasting with calloused fingers. “I might be sweet to you and show you how, slowly.” He put his lips to her ear. “But you have to be very, very good.”

“I will be,” she babbled.

“I don’t believe you. But we’ll see.” He moved from her, taking away his beautiful touch. “Bend over my knee, Katarina.”

She glanced behind her. He was waiting, still on the floor, one knee bent, his bare hand pale in the shadows. His thighs were large and strong in tight leather, his face completely hidden behind a black hood.

Suddenly what the people at her clinic thought of her didn’t matter. So what if the medics had sent her here to play a joke on her? She no longer cared. What she cared about was how this man made her feel.
Sexy. Beautiful. Wanted.

Taking a deep breath, Katarina turned around and lowered herself facedown across his thigh.
Chapter Three

The leather of Calder’s leggings was cool on Katarina’s half-bared chest. She felt the warm power of his thigh beneath the fabric, smelled leather and his sharp musk.

He circled his palm over her ass, smoothing her skin.

Then he spanked her once.

Katarina yelped. She was right, he was strong. But the instant she felt the sting, he placed his gloved palm on her skin and the sting turned to a tingle of vast pleasure. She groaned.

“Remain quiet until I say.”

Katarina sucked in her breath. Another swat on her ass, another caress, the pain segueing to pleasure in an instant. She wriggled, wanting more.

He gave it to her. He spanked her thoroughly, his hands practiced, and yet what might have hurt only gave her deepest pleasure. He had her squealing and laughing, despite his command to keep quiet.

Calder made a circular motion with his gloved hand on her skin and leaned over her. “Do you need to come?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “I think so. Yes.”

“I might let you…in time.”

“Oh no, please,” she begged. “Now. Please.”

His voice turned thoughtful. “Is that why you are here today?”

“What? No. I didn’t mean to be here at all.”

“Get on your knees, Katarina.”

He didn’t believe her. She was too out of breath to tell him the whole story, and she knew she didn’t want to anymore.
She eased off his leg, down to her knees, her butt tingling as the leather dress slithered over it again.

Calder unfolded his big body and stood, planting his feet on either side of her.

Katarina found herself looking straight at the front of his leather leggings.

The fabric molded to the incredible bulge of his cock, outlining it from base to tip. It was huge, at least twelve inches in length, rigid and wide.

He brushed a hand over it. “Do you want this, Katarina?”

“Yes.” Katarina touched it with hesitant fingers. “You’re big. Would it hurt me?”

“It will only hurt if you want it to. It can be all sweet pleasure or it can hurt.

Whichever you want.”

“Why?” Katarina looked up at his face swathed in black. “Why only what I want?”

He shifted slightly as though her question surprised him. “I am Shareem.” It was a flat statement.

“What has that to do with anything?”

Again his muscles contracted the tiniest bit. “I decide the games in this room, not you.”

“Games?”

He returned to his knees next to her, leaning back to sit on his heels. “Bend over.”

“What?”

“Now.”

The harsh word made her squeak. He caught the back of her neck and leaned her over his thighs. He spanked her, not softly this time. His bare hand stung her a dozen times and only then did he use his gloved hand to soothe her skin.

“Do you understand now?” he asked.

“Not really.”

Calder let her up. Katarina surreptitiously rubbed her backside while Calder positioned himself on his feet in front of her again.
“You asked what I want,” he said in a grating voice. “I will tell you. I want to feel your face pressed against my cock. I want you exploring it, learning it.”

Katarina touched the cock in front of her, the leather so tight she could feel every inch, including the bump of the flange and the round tip of its head.

She knew what a penis looked like, having studied them in detail during her medical training. It was an appendage jutting from the male body, small when flaccid, extended and hard when engorged and ready to penetrate a woman. Most Bor Nargan men got injections to keep their penises soft, to not be distracted by the inconvenience of hormonal lust.