Generational Sins (16 page)

"Honestly?" I asked. She nodded. "Last weekend with you. Waking up with you." That was far too honest. I needed to break the silence that suddenly filled the car. “Of course, I have every intention of making a new one tonight."

Kat fell asleep while I was still working on her aftercare. I was almost positive that she would bruise, although not badly. The lotion that I used came from the hospital. It was specifically designed to reduce swelling and bruising. It also took some of the sting out.

When I was done, I pulled her into my arms and held her as she slept. The physical exertion of crying had exhausted her. When she woke, she was likely to be horny as hell. That was her usual pattern. I would stay here in the playroom with her and let her rest for a while. When she woke I would finish the session.

I tried to relax. I knew I hadn't really hurt her. She had asked for this. I smiled when I thought about the shoes. She really was brilliant. With one single action she spoke volumes. She told me that I wasn't upholding my end of the bargain.

Kat had needs, and I had taken on the responsibility to meet them when I became her Dom. Sometimes that meant more than just fucking her. Sometimes that meant punishing her so that she could atone for whatever sin she thought she had committed. Kat lived with a lot of guilt. She felt responsible for things that were beyond her control. She felt guilty over the death of her father. She felt guilty about lying to my mother. She felt like she wasn't good enough for me. It was all ridiculous, of course, but she felt the need to pay for those things anyway, and if paddling her backside was the cure, then so be it. I would provide her cure even if it destroyed me.

She was peaceful in her sleep. I hugged her tighter and prayed to whatever God might be out there that he would protect her if I ever couldn't. I was worried. My father was becoming far too hands-on in our relationship. I knew it was bound to get darker before the light at the end of this tunnel.

I ran my hand down Kat's spine and over her hips. I brushed her thigh with my fingertips, tracing the lace at the top of her stockings. I remembered my father's hands on her soft skin. I should have punched him. I should have knocked that stupid, evil grin right off of his fucking face. No one touched her but me, least of all that hateful, abusive man.

I willed myself to calm down. It was over, and rehashing it now would only drive a further wedge between Kat and me. I stroked her hair gently and thought over my plan in my head. I would graduate, have a fake wedding with Kat, and then disappear with her and my mother and as much of my father's money as possible. He owed us all at least that much.

Kat stirred in my arms. She blinked her eyes and looked up at me. "Good morning, Katlyn."

She blushed sheepishly, "I guess I fell asleep?"

I nodded. "How do you feel?" I smoothed my hand over her ass. The redness was mostly gone.

"Better, thank you," she said. She rubbed her legs together and shifted her position.

"Are you ready to thank me properly?" I asked, lowering my voice to a more arousing level.

"Yes, Sir," she answered. "How may I please you?"

I would never tire of hearing that. I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor. My pants soon followed. Typically I didn't undress when I was acting as Kat's Dom, but I wanted to feel her silky stockings and fuck me heels. Thank God for whoever invented thigh-highs. Hottest fucking thing ever.

I propped myself up against some pillows as she sat patiently and waited for my instructions.

"Come," I commanded. "I want you to ride me."

She scrambled to comply, putting her knees on either side of my hips.

"Kiss me."

She leaned into me and pressed her lips to mine. Her nipples hardened against my chest. I put my hands on her hips and held her away from my cock. I wasn't ready for that yet.

I held her still and teased her with my tongue and lips. She tugged on my hair and tried to pull me closer. I growled at her, which only seemed to make her hotter. She rubbed her tits against my chest and rocked her hips on my thighs. I moved my hands from her hips to her breasts. I pinched gently on her nipples and tugged at them. She moaned into my mouth and swiped her tongue across my bottom lip. Fuck she tasted so good. Part of me just wanted to keep her here, kissing her and teasing her for hours, but my cock disagreed.

I lowered my hands to her sweet ass and gently cupped her sore flesh. She took my lead and lifted herself onto my waiting erection. We both groaned as she took me in. The velvet walls of her sweet cunt were like heaven, and I told her so as she ground herself on me. I licked and sucked at her nipples while she bounced up and down on my length.

I needed more. I wanted to drive into her and feel her struggle under the weight of my body as I pinned her to the mattress. Without losing contact, I sat forward and rolled over her so that her head was close to the foot of the bed. I increased the pace and the pressure, fucking her hard. I held her down with one hand on her hip and the other on the opposite shoulder keeping her stationary and forcing her to take every inch of me.

She wrapped those sexy legs around me, and I thought I would lose it when her heels dug into my ass. I fucking loved those shoes. I removed my hand from her hip long enough to tuck it under her knee and lift her leg over my shoulder. She squealed as her ass came in contact with my thighs, but I only drove her harder. I licked her graceful anklebone and then nuzzled her calf. Her legs were definitely one of my favorite parts.

I let the power and eroticism of the moment take me over. I relished in her sexy cries as she bucked and writhed beneath me. Her pussy was so fucking perfect. So good. I leaned forward putting more of my weight on her and changing the angle of my hips. I gave into the frenzy and let go of my self-control fucking her with wild abandon.

I fucked her closer and closer to the edge of the bed until her head was hanging off the end, and she was fisting her hands in the comforter to hold on. She was begging now. Pleading with me to grant her orgasm. I ignored her and used her body for my own pleasure. I bit down hard on the spot where her neck met her shoulder, and she cried out. The desperation in her cry was too much for me, and I barely choked out an order for her to come before I allowed myself the release that I so desperately craved, falling over the edge in ecstasy.

She contracted and shook around me as I softened inside her. I pulled away from her slowly and collapsed in a sweaty pile beside her. She was right. I had been too easy on her recently. I had forgotten how fulfilling a good hard fuck was.

After a few minutes, when I had caught my breath, I lifted her from the bed and carried her into the bathroom. I cleaned us both up with a warm wet towel and then took her to our bedroom. As I cradled her in my arms and drifted to sleep, I wondered how I could have been so blessed as to find her.

I almost wished that the car ride had been longer. I would never grow tired of talking with David. He asked the most insightful questions in the subtlest of ways, and he had such a playful air about him as he answered my questions.

I was so glad that he wanted to try to have a dating relationship and a D/s relationship because I knew that I was falling hard for him. There was no way that I could keep my emotions out of this for long.

When we arrived, David again checked to see if I was hungry, but I wasn't. I was far too excited to be concerned with something so trivial as food. So instead, he led me upstairs to the bedroom where we had spent the night the previous weekend.

"Shower with me?" he asked. It was not a command, but it didn't need to be. I could think of nothing better than a naked, wet David Paulson. He grabbed a couple of fluffy towels from the linen closet and turned on the water.

"Don't move," he said gently. I held still as requested.

The bathroom filled with steam as he undressed me. It took a painstakingly long time. His fingers brushed along my skin leaving trails of fire everywhere. When I was finally naked, he stripped himself in front of me. I studied his body carefully as he revealed it to me. How many times had I dreamed of this? He caught me working over his body with my hungry eyes and smirked at me.

"See something you like?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Get in." He held the shower curtain back for me. I stepped under the warm stream of water. Perfect temperature.

He followed after me and brought his hands to my hips, pulling me in close and wetting his body. He handed me a bar of soap and a washcloth and told me to wash him. I did as commanded starting with his chiseled chest.

I ran my hands over his strong arms, and well defined shoulders. I resisted the urge to run my tongue along the muscle lines in his abs. Fuck he was perfect. He had a sexy little happy trail of hair that led the way to his thick manhood. I ignored his erection momentarily and knelt down to wash his feet.

He lifted each leg so that I could wash his feet and up his calves. He had strong, muscled legs. I wondered if he ran. He obviously did something to stay in shape. His body was beautifully muscled without being overly bulky. He had graceful lines, like a ballerina, but firm, well defined, and unmistakably masculine.

When I had washed up his thighs, he put his hands in my hair. His beautiful cock was inches from my lips, and I yearned to suck him, pleasure him. I could imagine how his hard length would feel between my lips. My tongue darted out involuntarily to wet them.

"Do you want to suck me, Katlyn?"

"Yes, Sir." My voice sounded weak to my own ears. I was already lost in his spell.

He kept one hand in my hair and used the other to press the head of his cock against my lips. A drop of pre-cum appeared there, and I darted out my tongue to catch it. He hissed in pleasure and tightened his grip on my tresses.

"Lick me," he ordered. I did as he asked. Laving every inch of his cock with my tongue.

I began to stroke his legs with my hands, but he stopped me. "Hands behind your back."

I laced my fingers together behind me and offered him my body to be used in anyway he wished. He pushed the head of his cock into my waiting mouth, and I closed my lips around him, sucking him greedily.

"Good," he said. He rocked his hips, slowly fucking my mouth while I hummed around him and used my tongue to stimulate the sensitive underside. His hard length felt wonderful in my mouth and grew more and more exited with each noise that he made. I loved the reactions that I got from him and basked in his praise. He steadily increased his pace.

I knew that he was close when he pushed even deeper into my throat and grunted. I redoubled my efforts trying to bring him the pleasure that he sought.

"Fuck, sweetheart. Such a good little slut. Swallow for me." I took one last breath through my nose, and he filled my mouth with his hot cum. I sucked him dry and then released him from my mouth.

He stepped back and rested his head against the shower wall. "Fuck girl," he said with his eyes closed. "You've got one hell of a talented mouth."

His words were like warm sunshine pouring through the window of my soul.

"Stand."

I stood up and he picked up the washcloth that I'd long forgotten about. He washed me quickly, but thoroughly, in a manner that wasn't really sensual but left my body humming with pleasure anyway. He could do no wrong with those hands. He rinsed both of us efficiently and turned off the flow. He dried me slowly and wrapped a towel around my long, dripping hair. When I was taken care of, he wrapped his own towel around his waist.

He spread another towel on the long granite counter top and then patted it with his hand. "Up on the counter," he said.

I was a little confused. When I didn't comply he gave me a stern look.

"Sit on the towel, Katlyn."

Oh. Why?

I didn't have time to figure it out. I lifted myself onto the ledge and scooted back on the towel. He repositioned me, so that I was half-facing the sink. He spread my legs and gently fingered my pussy.

"I prefer," he said reaching for something in the vanity, "to have you bare. I don't care what you do on the week days, but on the weekends that we plan to come here, I will expect you to shave or wax."

I swallowed hard. Was he going to shave me? I tried to control my breathing. I was mostly shaved anyway, but I kept a light landing strip of hair, feeling too exposed when completely smooth. I was terrified and aroused at the same time. I trusted him, but still the thought of a sharp razor in someone else's hands was unnerving.

He produced a can of shaving cream and straight razor.

"Keep your legs spread wide and don't move." He pulled the towel, and I came forward with it to the edge of the counter. He positioned me so that he had full access to my pussy.

He talked to me as he lathered me up telling me how beautiful I was and how he was proud of my behavior. I relaxed and focused on the feel of his gentle hands and the sound of his voice.

"You may close your eyes if you prefer," he said.

I did prefer. It was too intimidating to watch.

"Thank you, Sir."

I closed my eyes and focused on holding still. He started at the top gently removing the hair one stroke at a time. He handled the razor with such calculated precision. It was obvious that he must shave himself this way as well. I controlled my breathing and listened to the soft scraping of the razor as he lifted it and then rinsed the shaving cream down the sink. His fingers parted my folds as he worked his way lower. The keen edge of his blade worked from the outside in.