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Authors: Samantha Blair

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"I brought her here for a variety of reasons," I said noncommittally. "Even without my mark, she is well aware to whom she belongs. Some signs are not outward."

A cocky smile spread across my father's face. "Very true, my boy. Very true."

He clapped me on the back, and we walked into the house together. This was going to be a hell of a day, and I wasn't sure that we would survive it.

I needed to find a way to get Kat alone so we could discuss a few things. I knew that my father would not let her out of his sight willingly, but I had to make it happen. The towel that Kat has used to wipe off the patio chair was now lying on the counter, and it gave me an idea.

"I am all sweaty from my run," I announced. "I am just going to shower up real quick." I put my arm suggestively around Kat's waist from behind and pulled her to me. "You will join me, won't you?" I asked her.

"Of course," she said breathlessly. I could feel the tension in her body evaporate. She thought I would leave her alone with him.

My father gave me a knowing smirk. My mother looked sad. I stepped back and swatted Kat on the ass. "Go upstairs and wait for me in the blue bathroom at the end of the hall."

Kat headed upstairs and my father and I both watched her hips sway until she was out of sight. I fucking hated the way that he looked at her.

"Excuse us," I said to my father. "We'll be down shortly."

I grabbed our bag of clothes and towels and followed Kat upstairs. I found her sitting on the edge of the tub with her head cradled in her hands. I sat down beside her and pulled her into my arms.

"I am so sorry, baby. I forgot to call them. I had no idea that they would come here today."

"I know, David. It's okay." She buried her face in my neck. "Let's get in the shower, and I'll tell you everything that happened."

We ran the shower and stood under the warm water together. She told me that they had only shown up a couple of minutes before I came back from my run. She hadn't spoken for very long with my father, which was a very good thing. I told her that I had lied to him about her having a physical to explain the lack of bruising.

We tried to come up with a quick game plan. It would be safest if I simply acted as her Dom, and she my sub, but my father was under the impression that I was still training her, which meant that she needed to make some mistakes. It also meant that safewords were more important that ever. We had established a sort of code before the last time we saw my parents so that she should express her feelings to me. We reviewed it and made sure that we were both still clear on how it all worked.

I told her that my father probably expected me to beat her here in his presence. I wasn't sure that I could do it. It had nearly broken me the last time I had hit her hard enough to leave bruises and with the added stress of him being here, I thought it would be impossible. We needed another plan to keep him appeased.

I could probably manage a spanking, and if she cried, he might believe that I was really being rougher with her than I was. He wouldn't expect to see bruises until the day after anyway. It was a little risky. My father would not be easy to fool, but if I could make it seem like an actual punishment for some mistake on Kat's part we might get away with it.

I hated myself for even thinking like this. I wanted to put Kat in my car and just drive away, but I knew I couldn't do that. We had to play along for a little while longer.

We decided to play it by ear. I would try to get her through the day without having to do anything, but if we needed to escalate things, she would drop a glass on purpose and break it. I would punish her for it. It wasn't a great plan, but it was a plan. I hoped we could make it look spontaneous enough.

I needed to be strong for her. She was trusting me to get her through this, and I could not let her down.

I kissed the top of her head and pulled her close to me. "I love you with everything that I am, Kat. Please remember that."

"I love you too, and I won't forget."

Chapter 14
 

I got up about an hour after Kat fell asleep in my bed. My mind was very restless. I felt like I had a ton of information to process. I quietly closed the bedroom door and crept downstairs. I got a glass of water and sat on the couch staring at the arm were I had fucked her not two hours before.

Had I done the right thing? Would this be insanely awkward in the morning? I had never woken up with a woman before; I had no idea what to expect. I had learned a lot in the last eight hours. Kat was not as breakable as I had once thought that she was. I had this impression of her as an innocent and that impression was inaccurate. She wanted my aggressive nature. She wanted me to treat her roughly. The thought boggled my mind.

Every woman that I had spanked in the past would flinch when I struck her. They all shied away from it. Most of them would not speak up or ask me to stop, but I knew they didn't enjoy it. It was for my pleasure, not theirs. They wanted the experience of having been with me, but I knew that many of them would choose not to repeat the experience after they'd been through it.

When I spanked Kat last night she had reacted differently, she spread herself wider for me, offered me more of herself. I'd never seen anything like it. Even as the tears streamed down her face her body begged for it. I became totally consumed by it, and I wanted more of it, but I still didn't understand it. There was a whole psychology here to which I was ignorant.

Truth was, I was in over my head, and I knew it. If I was going to live up to Kat's expectations I had a lot more to learn, and I wasn't sure that I could get all of the information that I needed from books.

My natural reaction was to go to my father, but I had a feeling that was a very bad idea. First of all, he wouldn't adapt well to Kat's ideas about safewords and playrooms. It gave her far too much power, and he would find that totally unacceptable. Secondly, I was afraid that he would ask to meet her, and I wasn't ready for that.

I was going to need some kind of a mentor though, someone who understood these ideas that she was talking about. Her purse was lying on the kitchen counter. Her cell phone was likely to be in there. I wondered if she had her previous sexual partner's number in it. She told me his name: Cody. She had said that he was her Dom. Whatever that meant.

I crossed the room and looked at her purse. I wasn't usually one for snooping through other people's things, but there was no way that I was going to ask Kat for his number. Admittedly, I wasn't very good about asking for help. I didn't usually need it. I could do most things on my own, but I had a lot of questions, and I wasn't sure that I could ask them of Kat herself. I felt like I was floating in uncharted waters.

I unzipped her purse. Her phone was right on top. I flipped it open and scrolled through her contacts. There it was. She only had one Cody. His last name was not listed. I scribbled down the number and put her phone back in her purse. I would call him when I got back to school.

I went back upstairs and lay down beside Kat. She was sleeping peacefully, and I wondered, not for the first time, how she could be so calm about all of this. She was sleeping in a strange bed after some very rough treatment with a man that she knew pretty well, but had never before had a physical relationship with, and she was sleeping like a baby. If I had been in her position, I wouldn't have fallen asleep at all. I would have been up freaking out about when he might pull me out of bed to start abusing me again or something.

She said that my spanking gave her stress relief. I didn't understand that at all. Her faith in me was amazing, and I was sure that it was completely unfounded.

I drifted into a restless sleep sometime later, but then woke at the crack of dawn. Kat was still sleeping peacefully beside me, amazingly enough. I brushed her hair back from her face and pressed my lips to her temple. The sight of her in my bed made my heart ache. I wanted this more than anything I had ever wanted, and I was positive that I was going to screw it up.

She stirred and opened her eyes. "Good morning," she said softly.

"Morning, beautiful," I replied. "Are you hungry?"

"Mmm, I'm not awake enough to be hungry, but I will be soon."

I needed to kiss her again. I needed to hold her and feel her in my arms. It was such a foreign feeling to me, and I wasn't quite sure what to do with it.

I rolled on top of her, pushing the blankets out of my way so that I could touch her naked skin. She spread her legs and let me settle between them.

"I like waking up with you," I said. I kissed her gently.

"Me too." She arched up from the bed, stretching her sleepy muscles and giving me an incredible view in the process. My cock was instantly hard against her soft thigh.

I lowered my mouth to her breast, licking and sucking her gently. Her hands found my hair, and she raked her nails against my scalp. God that felt good.

I explored her gently feeling her curves with my hands, rocking against her with my hips. I took great pleasure in watching her come to life beneath me. The sleepy movements faded into sensual writhing as I touched her. It was like I could watch her physical reaction to my every action.

I wanted more control. I wanted to know that I alone was responsible for her pleasure.

I pulled her hands from my hair and pinned them to the bed above her head. "Don't touch me," I growled into her neck. She curled her fingers around the bars on my headboard, and I suddenly wanted to see her tied that way. I wanted her to be completely helpless under me.

"Don't let go," I said, removing my hands from hers and tracing the toned muscles in her arms. She giggled and squirmed when I ran my fingertips over her armpits, but she held tight to the headboard.

I squeezed both of her breasts in my hands and bucked my hips against her at the same time. She let out a sexy little moan and pressed her tits further into my hands.

"You have perfect tits," I confessed as I nuzzled the tip of her nipple with my nose. She patiently let me explore her with my hands and mouth. I had never seen so much of a woman before. Usually my experiences involved women who were still half dressed. I didn't really want to see them, I simply wanted to use them, but this was different. I wanted to know every part of Kat intimately.

I mentally noted each physical response that she made. Her breathing increased when I nipped at her skin. She moaned softly when I put pressure against her wet pussy. I was absolutely fascinated by her. Sometimes the reactions were very subtle, but I didn't want to miss them. I wanted to know why she reacted the way that she did, because I wanted to be able to make her do it again.

I slid two fingers into her wet pussy, and she bucked against my hand. I used my other hand to hold down her hips. It was distracting to me when she made too many movements at once. I wanted to isolate her reactions so that I could witness them fully. I was really going to have to find a better way to restrain her.

I rubbed her clit with my thumb, and she bucked harder. The walls of her pussy tightened around my fingers. I pumped my fingers in and out, working her clit at the same time. She moaned louder and rocked against me as much as she could.

"Please," she begged me softly between moans.

"Please what?"

"Please, Sir."

That wasn't what I meant. I wasn't quite used to this Sir stuff yet. I wanted to know what she was asking for.

"What do you want, Kat?" I asked gently.

"I want to come, Sir, if it would please you."

It suddenly clicked in my head. She was withholding her orgasm. She was waiting for me to tell her that she could let go. She was giving me power over her most primal action. Fucking Hell, I had no idea she could do that.

She was panting beneath me, struggling. Why hadn't I seen that before? She wanted my permission. No, she wanted my command. She wanted me to order her to orgasm.

"Come for me, Kat," I said with as much authority as I could manage.

Her response was instantaneous, and it was the most incredible thing that I had ever experienced. She literally exploded around my fingers, her pussy convulsing, her head thrown back, her back arched.

I did that. I made her act like that, on my command.

I was hooked. I wanted to experience the powerful feeling that I had right now, over and over and over. I wanted to watch her do that again. I wanted to deny her orgasms and listen to her beg for them. I wanted to see how many times I could make her come in one day. There would never be enough time to experience every combination of my new fantasies. She had just opened my eyes to a world that I had no idea existed. My God, this was amazing.

"Fuck, Kat," I finally said, "You are... that was... wow."

She laughed, "Are you always this articulate in the morning?"

I swatted at her playfully. "It's not my fault that your pussy renders me practically incapable of speech."

She smiled the warmest, most wonderful smile.

"Let's get you some breakfast," I said.

Chapter 15
 

I literally felt sick to my stomach.

I wasn't worried about the situation in the same way that David was. I could handle some physical pain and bruising. Even Richard wasn't dumb enough to hurt me to a point where I would need medical care outside of what David could give me.

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