Releasing Kate (9 page)

“Untie me,” she said.

“Kate, we’re just getting started.” He gently massaged her breasts and kissed her abdomen.

Kate struggled to free her hands but the silk was a rigid master. Hours later, he still hadn’t entered her. He hadn’t come and she wondered how long he could go without satisfaction so during one brief respite, she finally asked.

He smiled, dimples deepening, eyes alive with pleasure and said, “Seeing you like this, helpless before my onslaught, is very satisfying.
Far more satisfying than one quick release.”
Then he paused and looked at her, cocking his head, he asked, “Do you like what I’m doing to you?”

Kate struggled to think. How could she answer him? She settled for a partial truth. “I liked the orgasm.”

“Do you think the orgasms would be as intense if you weren’t tied up?”

“I don’t know, let’s try.”

He held her gaze until she moaned, knowing what he wanted. “No,” she said slowly, “I don’t think my release would be so intense.”

“Ah, that brave admission deserves a reward,” he murmured as he brought her to yet another orgasm.

By the time morning came, Kate was well sated and weak. The intensity of what he’d done frightened her. He challenged everything she believed but she still thought she had the ability to say no to pain. Though he’d shaken her, she wasn’t worried.

Michael untied her and helped her to the bathroom. She could have walked but she appreciated his concern.

After breakfast, Michael said, “Let’s go shopping.”

Kate looked at him, surprised by the suggestion.

He shrugged. “I owe you an outfit.”

After buying a new outfit, he took her hand and led her to another store. They entered and walked through the front room to another doorway. Kate stopped, just staring. The room he’d led her to contained whips, dildos, vibrators and things she’d never seen before. She tried to back up but Michael stood close behind her. His arm snaked around her waist and he whispered in her ear, “Do you remember the movies we watched last night?”

Kate leaned back against his chest and nodded. His strength enveloped her and she couldn’t remember why it might be dangerous to play with this man. She longed to feel his cock deep inside and if this scene aroused him, she could live with it.

“Why don’t you pick out a toy to play with this afternoon? I guarantee you’ll enjoy it.”

Kate’s face flamed and she shook her head. The hard lump in her throat wouldn’t go away, no matter how many times she swallowed.

“You have my word I won’t do anything you don’t want. I would think, after last night, that you’d trust me a little more.”

He sounded disappointed and she wanted to please him. Kate shuddered as his arms tightened.

“Be brave,” he whispered. “Pick a toy.” He released her with a swat on her ass. He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. There was no trace of his dimples and his eyes were flat.

What would happen if she didn’t pick a toy? What if she walked out of the store and out of his life instead? That would be the rational thing to do. Instead, Kate slowly entered the room and looked around. She discarded the idea of a whip immediately. That left the vibrators and dildos as the only familiar toys. She cringed inside, embarrassed by the thought of Michael using either on her. It was one thing to use them while alone. The idea of a man using them made her hesitate. Embarrassment warred with arousal. Kate turned to Michael. “I don’t know how to pick.”

“I told you I wouldn’t do anything you don’t want. You have to pick the toy. I can’t do it for you,” he said.

Kate debated saying no. The right to pick a toy included the right to say no to any toy. Sensations from the previous night flashed through her body. She stumbled as her control slipped. She forgot about saying no and thought about the movies. She thought of what had aroused her most. She ignored the fact that Michael had controlled her arousal during the movies.

She hesitated over a small display of butt plugs. She didn’t like the idea but she couldn’t deny that the sight of the plugs aroused her. She was curious. What did anal sex feel like?

Michael noticed her hesitation—not surprising since he’d been watching so closely. He moved in behind her and whispered, “Anal sex is very intense. It can be painful and I don’t think you’re ready for it, though you liked my finger moving deep inside you, didn’t you?”

His warning and his reminder merely inflamed Kate’s desire and her certainty. She focused on the fact he’d allowed her to choose the toy they would use. She ignored the fact that once they were back at his house control of the toy passed to him.

Oblivious to the fact she was about to agree to the pain she usually so adamantly resisted, she shuddered and pointed to a small butt plug.

“Are you certain?”

Kate nodded.

* * * * *

She wondered when Michael would use the purchase. They had been back at his house for a while. He made her wait.

During lunch, Michael asked her again about the butt plug. “Are you sure you want to try it? I promised not to do anything you don’t want.”

Her cunt was sopping wet at the idea. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Even though it might be a little painful?” he said, continuing the interrogation.

“How painful?”
Kate began to question her decision.

“I’ll be very careful. You’ll be aroused before I insert it. I’ll lubricate it well. But still, you’re virginal there and the sensation of having your rectum filled is…quite intense.”

“It’s almost like you don’t want to do it.”

“Believe me. I want nothing more than to fill every one of your holes. I simply don’t want you claiming later that I did anything you didn’t want. I want your absolute permission and consent before I do anything you might later regret.”

“I want to try.”

“You agree to let me control the situation?”

Kate hesitated.

“I know what I’m doing,” he said, reassuring Kate, and she mistakenly thought that would lessen the discomfort.

Kate nodded.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“You control the situation.”

“Good,” he smiled and held out a hand. He pulled Kate into his arms and gently brushed her lips. “You do know I’ll have to tie you up again?”

Kate tried to pull back to look at him but he held her tight. “Why?” she demanded. “I didn’t agree to that.”

He sighed. “You just agreed to let me control the situation. You need to be tied because if you move too much while I’m trying to insert the plug it will be too painful. If you’re tied up, I’ll be able to make it more pleasant for you. Don’t fight me on this or we won’t use a plug.”

So once again, Kate agreed.

Michael led her upstairs to the bedroom.

Her stomach sank as Michael tied her arms again. Part of her was aroused to the point of madness and part of her was terrified by what was happening. Whenever Michael gave her time to think, she cringed and wanted out of the situation. He must have known that because he didn’t give her much time to think.

Instead, he ran his hands over her body, proving to her that human touch can be erotic anywhere on the body. Once again, he ignored her breasts, her clit and her vagina until she was squirming, desperate for release. Kate had never thought she was capable of arousal that would shut off all rational thought. But Michael proved different.

She didn’t think. She just responded and didn’t care that he was teaching her the pleasure of giving in, being submissive to his desires.

Kate was begging by the time he held up a butt plug. Not the butt plug they’d purchased. That had been a small thing, barely bigger than her thumb. This one was two inches in width. Kate gasped. “That’s not what I agreed to.”

“Actually, you did. I choose and decide everything. Remember?”

“No, I can’t take that thing. It’s too big. It will hurt too much.”

He locked eyes with her. “Yes it will hurt. That’s the whole point. Pain mixing with pleasure will take you places you’ve never been.”

Kate shook her head, all arousal fleeing in the face of that monster.

Michael sighed. “Very well,” he said as he stood and went to the door.

“Where are you going? Don’t leave me like this!” Kate screamed as he opened the door.

He paused and looked back at her.

“You gave me control. Now you want to take it back. Think about that. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Kate was too angry and scared to think clearly. Instead, she struggled against the silken ties.

Michael returned with a jar of oil.

“Let me go!”

He ignored her demand as he poured some oil on his hands and started to massage her. The oil was warm. He worked his hands underneath her neck, around her shoulders and gently caressed her tenseness away. “Relax, let me help you relax,” he murmured as the heated oil seeped into her skin and her muscles liquefied under his gentle touch. He didn’t stop with her shoulders but continued down the rest of her body until the flames of arousal started again.

She moaned.

He smiled and continued to work on her. By the time he’d come to the apex of Kate’s legs she writhed as much as her ties allowed. He gently spread her labia and continued massaging around her clitoris. Kate thought she’d explode but he was careful to prevent an orgasm. As if from a long distance, she heard him softly ask, “Am I still in control?”

“Yes! Oh yes! Please let me come.”

He slid an oiled finger into her rectum. She exploded. But he didn’t give her time to rest and recover. He used one hand to massage her vagina and her clitoris as he worked a second finger into her rectum.

Kate felt pressure as his fingers spread her, pleasuring her, as she built to another climax. Her anus expanded until it felt uncomfortable, the sensations overwhelming, leaving her gasping for air. Still he didn’t stop.

There was no discomfort yet, only fullness, pressure, as if she had to defecate and she knew it would feel so good to do so. Her abdominal muscles contracted, the sensations in her rectum directly connected to her vagina. She wanted to come again. She felt him spread his two fingers, expanding her hole until she felt a twinge of pain. Kate struggled to move as he withdrew his other fingers from her vagina and moved them to her abdomen, stilling any possible motion. Then he took his fingers out of her bottom and Kate groaned, unsatisfied by the emptiness. He crawled up her body, pressing his full length against her. He placed his hands on her face and forced her gaze to his.

“Are you willing to let me use the plug now?”

“You bastard!”

“Are you willing to let me use the plug now?” he asked again, gently kissing the corner of her mouth.

“Yes!” Kate screamed, uncaring about anything but her need for satisfaction.

He kissed her lips with a hard, quick motion before releasing her head and moving back down her body.

Chapter Nine

Michael worked a pillow under her hips, opening her up to his ministrations. He poured more oil on her anus. Then she felt the cold tip at her entrance. He looked up, locking their gazes. He slowly pressed the plug against her. “Keep breathing,” he said.

Her attention focused on his actions as the plug widened her and the pain started.

“Deep breaths, relax.”

The pain increased.

“Please stop,” Kate begged as she felt a sharp bite.

He withdrew the plug a little and massaged her abdomen. He rocked the plug in and out, never going deeper than it had already gone. “That’s it,” he encouraged, “just take deep breaths.”

Kate started to relax, to sink into the incredible sensations that were ripping through her body. He pushed the plug a little deeper. The throbbing discomfort returned and she moaned. His hand moved to her clit, massaging her, the plug motionless until once more she was thoughtless with arousal. The plug pushed a little deeper. Pain and arousal mixed until she wasn’t sure which she preferred.

Kate couldn’t hold still. Her head moved restlessly. She struggled against her bonds. She tried to move. She wasn’t sure which direction—toward the pleasure, toward the pain?

“Halfway.”

“I can’t take any more,” Kate moaned.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he demanded.

“I feel full. I feel empty.” Kate was overwhelmed by sensation. The pressure increased. “No,” she begged. “Please, Michael, it hurts too much.”

“But you are aroused, aren’t you?” he replied as he pushed the plug deeper and her butt felt like it was on fire. He bent his head and licked her clitoris. When he blew on it Kate screamed as an orgasm raged through her.

She was vaguely aware that Michael had seated the plug during her explosive climax. But she no longer cared about the pain, only the pleasure that accompanied it.

Kate came down slowly. As awareness returned she realized her throbbing hot anus was still stretched by the unfamiliar width. She looked at Michael, horrified that the plug was still deep inside. “Please take it out,” she whispered and tried to squirm.

Michael lay beside her, one hand caressing her face. “Not yet. Don’t you remember the shape of the plug?” he asked. Without waiting for her reply he continued, “The largest width lies within you now, it will hurt coming out too. Let’s just leave it for a while.” He kissed her and said, “You did very well, you know.”

Kate just stared at him, not sure how to respond. Part of her reveled in the things he was teaching her about her body and part of her was horrified that she’d given him so much power over her. He waited, letting her think for the first time since this session had started.

Kate finally realized he’d made her ask for pain. She finally realized he’d known all along what he could get her to agree to and how he’d get her to agree.

“Game’s over,” she said, angry about her surrender.

“No,” he said. “We’re in the middle of the game. Stopping now will leave you wondering what could have been…won’t it?” He held her face while he kissed her. He moved a hand to her nipple, gently circling it, never quite touching the tip.

She couldn’t stop her moan. He knew her body. He knew what she wanted but still he didn’t touch the tip. “Please…” Kate finally begged. She couldn’t stop the plea.

“Please what?” he murmured against her ear.

“Please touch me,” Kate moaned. “Please no more teasing.”

“Will you take a larger plug?” he countered.

Kate stared at him, horrified. “No.” She struggled to fight him.

“If I can’t use a bigger plug, what will you give me instead?” he whispered.

Kate felt helpless in the face of his demand. She wasn’t certain what he wanted. “Please touch me,” she begged again.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Open your eyes and say it. It must be clearly stated. You know that.”

Kate moaned as he started to massage her breast. “You’re in control,” she whispered.

“And…” he prompted.

Kate cried as she told him he could use a bigger plug. He rewarded her with a twist of her nipple and a kiss on her cheek.

He was right, the plug hurt coming out too, but Kate barely felt it as he timed its removal to another orgasm. Her abdominal muscles felt like rubber. She ached all over her body. She’d never experienced such intense sensations.

The second plug was larger. He played with it more.
Shoving a little before withdrawing, just as it bordered on unbearable.
Teasing her, making her realize that he controlled her pain.
He controlled her.

At one point, she thrashed so hard that he stopped and told her they needed more ropes. He looped a special belt around her waist. It tied to rings set into the bed. Rings she hadn’t noticed before. Then he pulled out a strange device.

He removed the pillow under her butt and fit the device under her. Kate’s thighs went over two raised, spread arms. By the time he was done, she couldn’t move at all. Her ass was elevated and spread wide open.

Then he went back to the plug. Only this time, he didn’t withdraw when it hurt her. Instead, each time she felt pain, he’d stroke her clit and push the plug a little farther. Kate couldn’t stop him. She was at his mercy.

The pleasure and pain mixed until she couldn’t separate them. Did the pleasure make her forget the pain or did the pain intensify her pleasure? Finally, he seated the plug deep inside her, spreading her wide.

Only then did he go back to stimulating her vagina. Her burning anus became a counterpoint to the pleasure she felt in her cunt. The low-level discomfort merely made the pleasure all the greater. Every once in a while Michael would rotate the butt plug so she didn’t forget it. He spent hours playing with her. No man had ever spent so much time exploring her body. She loved every painful moment.

It was late evening by the time Michael removed the plug and untied her. She lay there, boneless, unable to summon the energy to move. She was vaguely aware he went into the bathroom. Then he came back and carried her to the waiting bath he’d run. The hot water on her butt caused a gasp but he held her tightly while she adjusted to it. She’d never been washed by a man before. She’d never felt so cared for, so cherished as she did in that bath. Kate knew Michael was happy with her.

After her bath, Michael carried Kate back to the bedroom.
Petite, light in his arms, her skin softer than satin.
She’d fallen asleep. He desperately wanted to fuck her.
To ram his cock deep inside and feel her clench tight around him.

The fact that Michael had to initiate her slowly was driving him crazy. His strength meant he could do anything to her and she had no chance of refusal. She wasn’t quite ready yet though. He had to wait, to force his instincts to submit to his intellect. Soon she’d be screaming with arousal. Not yet though.

Her white skin gleamed in the dim light of the bedroom. He wanted to see thin red streaks painting it. He longed for the yellow purple bruises he’d cause her, knowing he’d feel every one of them just as she did. But for now, her white, unpainted canvas called to him. The curve of her hips and breasts called to him.
So tiny and vulnerable, completely unaware of the dark thoughts moving through his mind.

He exulted in the fact that he was going to initiate her and teach her things about her body. By the time he was done, she’d crave pain as well as pleasure. She’d admit that it was integral to her satisfaction. She promised to be one of the better partners he’d had. Other clan women knew how the game was played. Kate didn’t. Her fight made her a pleasure to seduce. She’d never win. Her biology wouldn’t let her and he had too much experience. He was too strong.

From the first moment he’d seen her back off the
drunk
patient, he’d known she’d belong to him. She had no hope against him.

His cock demanded that he just take her and force her to do his bidding. He knew that physical domination was too easy. He had to engage Kate’s mind, to seduce her into asking for pain. Only that level of trust would allow them to link. With other clan women that process typically took a day. Kate still wasn’t there.

He was amazed by her strength. He’d take his time. One step at a time until she admitted her need of the things he could do.
Until she begged for pain.
Until she was wholly his.
He longed to hear her beg for release. He longed to introduce her to the toys in his dungeon. But he could wait. She was too good to risk losing.

Michael stared down at Kate, spread-eagled on the bed. Even in repose, her breasts remained taut. Her hair tousled, her eyelashes resting softly on her flushed cheeks. Head to the side, she looked exhausted. He’d done that to her. He’d brought her to orgasm over and over until she couldn’t come anymore. She’d exceeded all his expectations. She’d been worth the wait.

Kate’s determination to remain in control of her body and feelings fascinated him. He wondered just how far he could push her. He knew he wasn’t ready for their session to end. He wanted to keep Kate tied and bound. There were many aspects of her sexuality that remained unexplored. He hadn’t whipped or chained her yet. She didn’t know about the dungeon in his basement and he couldn’t wait to have her bound to his custom table. He ached to drag her downstairs by her hair but he held back. He knew if he pushed too hard or too fast, he’d lose her. He wanted her consent for each step.

Tracing her abdominal muscles with a fingertip, Michael marveled at the definition. She was so tiny, such a spitfire. He could span her waist with his hands.

Michael’s cock pulsed, reminding him that he still hadn’t taken his satisfaction. He briefly debated waking Kate and demanding that she satisfy him but to do so would rush the process and destroy the mating rite. Patience was his strength. His satisfaction could wait.

Kate awoke on Sunday morning feeling sore and painful. Her butt ached—no, every muscle in her body ached. She looked around the room but Michael wasn’t there. At least the ropes were gone.

She inched up, leaning to one side to avoid putting pressure on her tender backside. She gradually eased off the bed, instinctively knowing that sudden movement would hurt. She could feel aches and tenderness in many places and she knew pain lurked beneath the surface, ready to grab her if she moved too fast. She’d never felt this way before—sensitized, aware of every inch of her body. She felt like a walking nerve ending. He’d called the mind the largest sex organ in a body. Her pelvis filled with warmth as she remembered how she’d begged for more.

She hobbled to the bathroom. Michael came in while she was on the toilet. Her face flamed. Despite the fact he’d seen everything yesterday, she was still embarrassed.

“How do you feel?”

“Sore.”

“Sated?”

“No way,” she replied before thinking. She hadn’t realized until he asked that she was ready for more of the pleasure that only he could provide. She couldn’t be horny again, could she?

Michael
laughed,
a full-throated expression of enjoyment.

She frowned at him. “How can I want more? I’m too sore to be aroused.”

He held out his hand and she took it.
“Obviously not.
Your ancestry is appearing. Don’t worry, we’ll go easy today,” he promised as he helped her up. “But…it is time for my orgasm.”

Kate knew she couldn’t refuse him. How many men would have waited all weekend as he had?

He led her back into the bedroom. “Undress me.”

Kate stood in front of him, suddenly frightened. He just stood, patiently waiting. She mentally shook herself and reached for the buttons on his shirt.

Kate undid one, then another. She paused for a moment, using a finger to trace a line from his neck down his chest to the next button. She looked up to meet his eyes.

“You’re doing fine,” he murmured. “Keep going.”

Kate finished unbuttoning his shirt and eased it over his broad shoulders, pressing her breasts into his chest as she did so. She let the shirt fall to the floor and ran her palms down his chest—his perfect chest, with just enough hair to be masculine. She moved to touch his nipples but he grabbed her wrists and held them tightly.

“You don’t want me too aroused, too quickly.” He placed her hands on his belt and released her.

Kate unthreaded his belt, moving it slowly from each loop. Her fingers grazed his abdomen as she unzipped his pants. She leaned in close and worked them down over his buttocks before backing off and easing down the front. He wore no underwear so his penis snapped free. She gasped at its size.

He was large—not only long, but thick as well. “I’m not sure I can take you,” Kate whispered, fighting the uncertainty and excitement that left her shaking.

Michael raised his hands to Kate’s shoulders and bent down to kiss her softly. “You’ll do fine,” he said, kicking off his pants and shoes before moving her toward the bed.

He didn’t start by asking permission to tie her. Instead, he suckled one breast and used a hand on the other. He used gentle strokes, not the hard touch of the previous day. Need rippled through her and started building again. She tried to touch him but he gently pulled her hands away.

“Not yet,” he said. He moved down her and began to swirl his tongue around her clitoris. Kate moved—she couldn’t help herself. He waited until she was ready to come before asking, “I want to tie you up. May I?”

Kate moaned. “No, not this time…please, I need to touch you.”

Michael stopped moving and raised his head. He stared at Kate.

She groaned. She knew he wouldn’t continue until she surrendered. “Please…”

“You know what I want.” He waited.

Kate came down a little, just off the peak, still needy but not wanting to say anything. Her eyes pleaded with him but his stare was implacable. He waited.

“Just take me!” Kate cried.

Still he waited.

“Damn you!” She shouted. She closed her eyes, feeling her arousal slip away. Michael moved off the bed.

“Surrender or get dressed and I’ll take you home,” he said as he dressed and left the room.