Releasing Kate (13 page)

They were sitting at the kitchen table, finishing breakfast one day when Michael said, “You’ll never enjoy plain vanilla sex again. It simply won’t please or satisfy you. You belong to me. You need to set your mind free so we can fully mate.”

“You keep saying that. What does it mean?”

“I’m not sure you’re ready to accept…everything yet.”

“Do you really think I’ll ever accept if I don’t know what I’m getting into?” Kate asked with a spark of her original defiance.

Michael’s lips curved into a half smile as he answered, “You crave and take the pain to create a channel between us and the rest of the clan. You won’t understand until we complete the process. It’s like trying to explain sex to a virgin. No words can describe the act. Know that the pain has a purpose. I’m not hurting you to simply hurt you. There is a reason and a need.”

“Why can’t we just have sex? What’s the holdup?”

“You are the holdup, honey. I can send you visions as I’ve already demonstrated but you aren’t sending me anything. When the channel is complete, I’ll feel everything you feel. Then we’ll know we are close to bonding.”

“I have no idea of how to send you anything and what difference does it make?”

“The difference is your sanity. Mating is a violent and powerful process. You need to be ready and you aren’t. To send to me, you need to break through all the years of conditioning and social constraints that you’ve accepted because you were raised in the wrong society.”

Kate shook her head, still confused.

“Let’s do something you understand,” Michael said, holding out his hand to her.

Kate took it and let him pull her to her feet. He led her upstairs. Pausing briefly, he opened a closet and pulled out some sheets before continuing to the bedroom.

Michael made Kate stand at the edge of the bed. He spread her legs and roughly inserted a butt plug in her anus. She felt the pressure and didn’t care as she struggled to control her breathing. He looked up at her and smiled. Then he inserted an egg vibrator into her wet vagina, turning it to its highest speed. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” His words caressed her as she fought panic. He gently spread her labia then roughly attached clamps to her clit and labia.

Kate shuddered.

He moved her legs together then he started wrapping her tightly from the hips down. “You won’t have to worry about losing the butt plug,” he stated as he continued wrapping. “The wrappings will hold it in. The wrappings will hold in all the sensations, as well as your arousal.” He smiled up at her again as he finished with her feet.

Kate felt tight, like she would explode as the sensation of total helplessness washed through her. But he wasn’t finished.

He placed vicious clamps on her nipples. Not only did the clamps pinch, they pulled. They were weighted with heavy lead balls that swung with every breath she took. “I can’t take any more,” she moaned.

“Yes you can and you will, you really don’t have a choice,” he said. “We are committed to this.” He paused. “Aren’t we?” he questioned softly.

Kate sobbed as she nodded.

“Then we continue,” he said as he placed a pillow-like device on her abdomen. Then he pushed it in and she gasped as he wrapped it tightly to her. It pushed her abdomen in so she could feel every pulse of the vibrator throughout the entire area. It no longer just vibrated in her vagina. It now vibrated the butt-plug. It vibrated the clamp at her clitoris. It vibrated the clamps on her labia. She vibrated in every part of her lower body.

“I hope you like my additions,” he whispered as he continued to wrap body. Her shoulders and breasts were still free when he stopped.

“Beg me to hurt you,” he commanded.

Kate struggled to look at him. She was afraid. His latest actions were ruthless and hard with no trace of the smile he usually wore.

Chapter Thirteen

He saw the pleading in her eyes and he hardened his heart. How much more could she take? She had to break free.

He worked the bindings over her breasts and nipple clamps in such a way that the weights still swung free. He reached her throat but didn’t stop. The bindings were snug.

Kate could breathe, but she could never forget she was bound. He put cotton in her ears, dulling sound, but not silencing it. He left a little hole for her nose and mouth. He covered her eyes so all she could see was blackness. Then he picked her up and carried her to the bathtub.

“The bindings will absorb water,” he told her as he made sure every part of her was wet. “They’ll shrink as they dry, binding you tighter than I ever could. You might find it difficult to take a deep breath. You might feel faint. You will definitely feel constrained. You know this is what you want. You know this is good,” he said as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He placed a heavy chain around her waist, adding to the pressure in her abdomen. “Don’t want you to roll off,” he said as she sensed him stand back and inspect his handiwork.

“Find yourself, Kate. Find the crack in your mind that will release you.”

Kate groaned, unable to move her mouth enough to reply any other way.

He tweaked a weight and Kate groaned again. She tried to squirm but her attempts were useless. She couldn’t move.

He continued playing with the weights. Her nipples were now on fire from his attentions. He slowed the vibrator. Kate tried to yell but he ignored her attempts. Then he was gone. She felt his absence and started to panic.
He can’t leave me like this
, she thought before she stopped thinking altogether.

She felt her isolation. She felt herself and only that. Nothing else existed in the world. The bindings tightened but she could still breathe.

Kate felt the low-level vibration, the pinch of the clamps and the pressure in her rectum. She felt everything and nothing outside her body existed any longer. It took a long time for the bindings to dry, agonizing millimeter by agonizing millimeter. Every time she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore it didn’t stop and she had no choice but to accept.

She endured. She longed for an orgasm. She couldn’t come though. He’d made sure her arousal wouldn’t go away but wouldn’t be satisfied either. Kate started moaning and couldn’t stop. She needed him. She needed the release only he could give her. Yet still he didn’t return. He always pushed her past what she thought she could handle.

Michael stood in his living room, fingering the jade cock. He couldn’t believe Kate’s strength. Did he dare push harder? For the first time, he doubted his ability to break her reserve. He’d thought the whipping vision would create a crack and it had, but not enough of one. Even the mummy wrappings hadn’t forced it wider. He’d been certain that, if she were needy enough, she’d use her mind to form the link and to call out to him. She hadn’t. He couldn’t seem to force the link to work. For the first time in his life, he hesitated. He’d caused her enough pain to free her. Any more would cross the line, even for him.

His phone rang and he debated whether or not to answer it before sighing and picking up the receiver.

“What’s the problem, Michael?”

“She’s still resisting.”

“Then up the pain.”

“Dad, I’ve already taken her beyond anything I’ve ever done to any other woman—any other clan woman—and you know that’s a lot. Kate’s mind isn’t ready for more.”

“But it’s her mind you have to turn off. You know that. If you can’t do it, bring her to Sanctuary.”

“No. She’s mine. I’ll teach her.”

“Michael, you’re demanding too much of yourself. Let us help.”

“Kate belongs to me. No one else touches her. I’ll finish this myself.”

“Michael, even clan women have their limits. We can feel her.”

“How can you feel her when I can’t?”

“Don’t panic. It’s not a real link, Michael. Just a low-level intensity and it might be coming from you, not her. Some of the women are afraid that she’s near breaking. You want to bend her to your will, not break her mind entirely.”

“I know, Dad. I wish you could help but this is something Kate and I need to work out. We’ll get through this together,” Michael said before ending the call. He wished he were as confident as he’d claimed but he still couldn’t feel more than the barest thread of a link between them.

He could send her visions but the channel was one way. Her thoughts and feelings didn’t echo back the way they should. Was she crippled by her upbringing? Without the link—a strong link—he couldn’t bring her all the way and show her everything she was capable of feeling. He poured himself a drink. He swallowed the fiery liquid in one gulp and then shook his head. He wouldn’t accept defeat. He had a few more tricks he hadn’t tried yet. Kate was in for a busy day tomorrow.

* * * * *

Kate felt every muscle in her body. This time after playing with her and inserting his toys, he’d chained her to the cold dungeon floor. She’d spent a miserable day and she felt every nerve ending. She throbbed. She ached. She wanted more of the wonderful things Michael did to her. She napped, dreaming of orgasm. She was amazed she’d slept at all but Michael was right. Her body seemed able to handle things she’d never thought she’d survive. Not only had she survived, she felt exhilarated by her success in coping with everything Michael had done. She longed for him. She wanted his touch. She needed him. As if her thoughts had conjured him, he came in and sat next to her.

He gently raised her face and said, “I want you to tell me your darkest fantasy, the one you’ve barely admitted to yourself.”

Kate struggled to laugh. She hadn’t had much practice laughing lately. “I’m living it now.”

“No…haven’t you realized yet that there is always more?” He lightly moved a hand over her nipple, which immediately hardened. “I love that,” he said softly as he bent his head to lick the tip. “I love the way your body is out of your control, the way it responds to me.”

Kate shuddered, knowing he was right.

He demanded again, “Tell me your darkest fantasy.”

Kate shook her head.

Then he surprised her by gently unchaining her and removing all her jewelry and dildos and restraints.

“You’re free to go,” he said, waving his hand toward the door.

“No…” Kate whimpered, horrified by the thought of ending her torture, of leaving him.

“Yes,” he stated coldly, his rapidly changing moods always catching her off guard. “Unless you tell me your darkest fantasy, the one that’s haunted you the entire time you’ve been here.”

Kate stared at him, horrified, wondering how he’d known that indeed she did have a dark fantasy, one she’d discovered when she met him. Kate looked at the door, knowing she should leave as he silently waited for her decision. She struggled to her feet—weak. She was not sure she could even make it to the door.

He sat still as he watched and waited.

Kate sobbed, cursing her weakness as she felt her way along the wall. There was no way she could walk across the open floor.

Still he sat waiting.
Looking at her.

She felt his gaze like a hand caressing her body.

She finally made it to the doorway. Then she slumped to the floor, too weak to continue. They stared at each other across the room. Kate sighed. She didn’t want to tell him. She didn’t really want her fantasy to come true, did she?

Still he waited.

Kate’s sobs quieted though tears silently dripped down her face. She wanted his comfort.

But still he sat, across the room, far from her. Not touching her with anything other than his eyes.
Waiting.

“My fantasy would kill me,” she stated softly.

“I won’t let that happen,” he replied. “You know you can count on me. We need to break your barriers without breaking your will, Kate. You have to submit and cooperate for that to happen. I feel our link now but it is a weak and fragile thing.”

Kate shuddered, knowing she was going to give in, but still resisting.

He waited, not threatening her, not encouraging her, not comforting her.

Kate knew she should leave. She should crawl out the doorway if necessary. Hadn’t she been through enough? Why did she want more? Why couldn’t she tell him no? Why was she helping him destroy her? Her body had betrayed her, rejoicing in the mixture of sensations only Michael could create. Now he wanted her mind to do the same.

He waited for her answer, knowing she needed him. She needed his discipline. She needed to submit to him. She needed the training only he could provide.

Kate looked at him helplessly, not wanting to take the final step, yet knowing she must. She told him her dark fantasy.

He rose and came to her. He picked her up and smoothed her hair back. “Tomorrow,” he said, “we’ll start tomorrow, after you’ve had time to think about it more.” He carried her to the table, laid her on the wooden surface and bound her wrists and ankles.

Kate knew it would be a restless night. She was scared. She was aroused. She couldn’t get the image of the next day out of her head.

* * * * *

Kate woke and felt as if she were going to crawl out of her skin. She was aroused to the point of frenzy. Every part of her body was sensitized, waiting for Michael.

Just as she thought she couldn’t stand any more, Michael entered the room.

“Michael,” Kate screamed, “please, I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to do this. It’s too much.”

“Oh Kate, that’s what you don’t understand,” he said, shaking his head. “There is no fantasy too dark between us. That’s what being clan means.” He kissed her.
A deep, erotic kiss, which left no doubt about his possession.

He moved around the table so she could see him. “Are you afraid of more pain?” He waited while Kate struggled to assess herself.

“I need release, please—”

“That is not what I asked,” he said, interrupting her.

His eyes locked with hers and she lost herself in their golden light. Something snapped deep inside. Kate took a breath and stilled her racing heart. “I’m terrified but before you ask, I don’t want to leave.”

He turned and went outside for a moment, returning with a brazier. He remained silent as he carefully arranged the charcoal and lit it. “It will take a few moments to reach the right temperature.” He moved next to Kate and stroked her abdomen.

Kate watched him. Knowing that her fear excited him, she tried to remain calm. Burning was not erotic, she told herself, even as she felt her excitement rise.

Michael’s hand trailed down to her pussy. He stuck a finger inside her. “You’re wet,” he commented and smiled.

“Please…” Kate struggled to frame a plea.

He caressed her face. “Don’t fight your arousal.”

She looked up at him, struggling with breathless excitement. She couldn’t speak.

“My symbol,” he stated simply as he held up a short rod. The end curved into a small butterfly, less than an inch across, the lines delicate and curved, ready to take flight. “It makes a small, very delicate, beautiful mark. I can’t wait to see it on you.”

Kate was horrified by the excitement she felt at the thought of being branded. She wanted it and she could imagine the burn and pain it would cause.

“The pain will be intense but you’ll heal.”

“The brand will be forever though,” Kate replied.

“Of course, that’s the whole point. That’s why you asked for it, isn’t it? The brand will mark you as mine.” He smiled as he continued lightly caressing her body. “A reminder of me, always present on your body reminding you that you belong to me. You should feel honored that I agreed to mark you.”

Juices dripped from her cunt. “Brand me as yours, Michael.”

The coals were now red, glowing hot, and he moved away from her. He carefully embedded the butterfly into the heat.
“A few more moments.
You have time to think about it.” He walked back over to her, holding the magic egg. He placed the device in her vagina and turned it on. “There,” he said, “that should get you in the proper frame of mind.”

The egg vibrated. Not enough for her to climax, just enough to cause her pussy to clench.
Definitely shy of an orgasm.
She writhed. She hoped he’d do more when he returned.

She didn’t hear him come back into the room. Despite his size, he was silent as a cat. She was lost, focused on her arousal, the brand forgotten in her desperate need to come, to be satisfied. Waves of lust passed through her, alternately tightening every muscle in her body, more and more until she felt like one giant cramp just waiting to release.

“Open your eyes,” Michael commanded.

Kate struggled to obey, to come back from her internal journey.

“Are you with me, Kate?”

“Please, I want to come,” Kate begged him, still not able to bring her mind back to the brand.

“Soon,” he promised as he removed the vibrator, careful not cause an orgasm.

Kate could still feel its buzz, even though it was gone.

He pulled his wide belt from his pants and snaked it under her chest. Then he pulled it tight across her nipples, binding her breasts close to her chest, so tight that her breathing became shallow, even as her nipples reveled in the rough feel of the leather. “Left or right,” he murmured as he stroked each side and Kate realized he planned on branding her at the upper curve of a breast.

“No! Not there,” she protested.

“Yes there. It is the perfect place.”

“No!”

“Oh yes, exactly there, so if you dare bed another man, he’ll see my mark on you. You belong to me, I’ll brand you wherever I please,” he stated as he walked over to the brazier and removed the glowing brand from the coals.

Kate sobbed with dread and arousal as he moved toward her.

“If you move, the brand will blur. I don’t want that. You will hold still because if the brand is blurred I will continue branding you until I get a perfect impression. Do you understand?”

Kate nodded, knowing she was helpless and in his hands. Calm descended. She wanted to please him. She wanted a perfect brand too.