Generational Sins (17 page)

I grew more and more aroused as he probed me softly with his fingers. He had an absolute mastery of both the razor and my emotions. He pushed two fingers slowly into my sex and pumped them in and out. I resisted the urge to lift my hips. He set the razor down with the other hand and I opened my eyes.

"Good girl," he said. He used a warm washcloth to wipe away the excess shaving cream, and he returned the razor to the cabinet.

He stepped in between my legs and pressed his body against mine. He kissed my lips softly before pulling back. I wanted more. I always wanted more.

"Are you ready for your reward?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Go lay down on my bed."

I slid off the counter and walked to the bedroom. I lay down in the middle of the bed and waited for him to come out of the bathroom. He did so a minute later with a couple of black straps in his hands. I couldn't see it well from my position, but it appeared to be a restraint system.

Waiting patiently, I watched as he made adjustments to the straps and then attached them to the headboard. He bound my wrists together above my head with a short strap. He then took two identical longer loops and pulled them down. He put my foot through the loop and secured it around the bend in my knee effectively forcing me to keep my leg up and bent. He did the same on the other side.

"This is called frog tying," he explained, "because you're legs resemble a frogs when they are up and bent like this. You should have some range of motion, but you should not be able to lower or close your legs. Can you?"

I tried. I could not. "No, Sir."

"Good. Is anything pinching or cutting off circulation?"

"No, Sir," I replied. I appreciated his checking. It was clear that he had never used this system before, and he wanted to make sure that I was safe.

He crawled between my legs and put his hands on the mattress on either side of my waist. The tops of his thighs pressed against my core, and his cock lay against my belly. He lowered himself, holding the bulk of his weight on his arms, and kissed me. His sweet tongue slipped into my mouth, and I sucked on it lightly.

He slowly worked his way down my body using his hands and mouth to set me aflame with desire. He tugged at my nipples with his teeth and blew cool air across my stomach. By the time he reached my pussy I was ready to explode. My nipples ached, and I was straining against my bonds needing to feel more of him.

"You may come as you wish," he instructed before licking the whole length of my slit from my ass all the way up to my clit. I moaned in delight. It felt like his rough tongue was everywhere giving me pleasure like I'd never experienced. He fucked me with his tongue and licked me thoroughly before slipping two fingers into my aching core. I tightened my muscles around his fingers and tried to get him to pump me harder.

He lapped at my clit with his tongue and curled his fingers inside of me. He drove me higher and higher with every stroke. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I fought uselessly to free myself. The restraints bit into my flesh, and I held onto the pain, using it to spike the pleasure.

He added a third finger and fucked me more roughly. Sucking hard on my clit and reaching deep with those long talented fingers.

When his teeth grazed my clit I could hold on no longer. I screamed my release and exploded around his fingers. He lapped at my juices until I stopped shuddering. He released my legs, and they fell uselessly to the bed. When he kissed me sweetly, I licked my own essence from his lips.

"I am very proud of you, Katlyn. Your speech was excellent, and you have exceeded my expectations."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Will you come downstairs and have dinner with me now? There are things we need to discuss." I nodded my agreement, and he released me from the straps.

"Are you more comfortable dressing for dinner?" he asked.

"What ever you prefer, Sir."

"No, I'm asking you as David, not your Dom. I want you to be comfortable for this discussion."

"Oh," I replied, I spotted his button down shirt in a pile on the floor by the bathroom. "Can I wear your shirt?" I smiled at him.

"Sure," he said. He retrieved it and held it up for me to put my arms in. He buttoned a few of the buttons keeping it closed, but I knew that it was hiding little. It smelled just like him, wonderful.

He pulled his jeans back on with no underwear, and we made our way downstairs. I was famished. We'd worked up quite an apatite after all.

Fuck my ass was sore. I rolled over onto my stomach avoiding rubbing my tender backside on the bed. The space beside me was empty. I could hear David moving around in the kitchen. I smacked the alarm clock and got up. Work wouldn’t wait.

I felt better after a shower and some fresh clothes. I was sore, but it wasn't unbearable. Thank God teachers stood for most of the day anyway.

David kissed me good morning and handed me a cup of coffee. I was incredibly grateful.

I drove to work and had a pretty productive day with the kids. I assigned homework, which meant I would have papers to grade this week, but it was a necessary part of the job.

I had a prep period in the afternoons. I usually spent the time going over the next day’s plans or grading previous homework. Today, however, my principal, showed up at my classroom door. Dr. Ross and I had always gotten along fairly well, but we had a rather formal relationship as boss and employee. He was a big help in dealing with unruly students or parents, but we spoke little outside of that and staff meetings. He was a fatherly type and about the same age as my own father would have been, if he were still alive.

"Ms. Lake, may I speak to you for a moment?"

"Of course Dr. Ross, how can I help you?"

"Is it true that you plan to leave us?"

Plan to leave? Why would he think that?

"Um, no, it isn't true, Sir. I'm afraid that I don't know to what you are referring."

"I received a phone call this morning from a Mr. David Paulson. He claimed to be your fiancé, and he was inquiring about the state of your financial affairs, as you would be leaving us in the middle of the school year to plan a wedding. He wanted to make arrangements for your benefits."

"What?" I asked. My mind was going a million miles a minute. It couldn't have been David. It had to have been Richard, trying to stir up trouble. David would never do that without consulting me first.

"Are you engaged to be married, Ms. Lake?"

Fuck. My marriage status was none of his business.

"Um, no Sir, and even if I was, I would not leave my job to plan a wedding. I can assure you that I will be here through the end of the school year. I am very committed to my students and my position."

"I'm sure you are, which is why I came to you right away. You know that this news was quite a shock to me. Do you know this Mr. Paulson?"

"Yes, Sir. I do. I'll have a discussion with him regarding his calling my workplace, but I would appreciate it if you would refuse any future calls from him. My financial affairs and employment are no one's business but my own. Could you just tell him that the school has a privacy policy or something? Should he happen to call back?"

"Of course. The school does have a policy. I couldn’t give him information without your permission anyway. Are you in some kind of trouble, Kat?"

"No. I'm not in any trouble. It must have been a misunderstanding. I'll see that it gets resolved."

He looked at me, considering.

"You know if you ever need anything you can come to me. I know I'm your boss, but you've done an excellent job with your teaching in the short time that you've been here, and I am on your side. I want to keep you here, Kat."

"Thank you. I appreciate that, but everything is fine. I'll let you know if I need further assistance. Thank you for telling me about all of this."

"Of course. Have a good day."

He called down the hallway as an after thought. "If Tom gives you any more trouble send him back down to me. I get the feeling that one detention was not enough for him."

I smiled. Ah yes, Tom.

"I'll do that. Thanks."

What the hell was that? I sat down at my desk and put my head in my hands. He was looking into my benefits? Why would he do that? I hadn't been teaching long enough to have any kind of large retirement account or anything.

I needed to call David. I still had twenty minutes left in my prep. I pulled my cell from my purse and called him. He would be between classes. His Monday course load was pretty light. He had a lot of Tuesday/Thursday classes this semester.

"Kat?" he answered. "Are you okay? Why are you calling me in the middle of the day?"

"David, did you call my school this morning?"

"No. Why?"

"I think your father did."

I relayed the story to him and was met with nothing but silence from the other end.

"Fuck," he finally said. "Fucking Bastard. I'm going to kill him."

"I smoothed it over with my boss. It's okay. We just have to keep him from interfering further."

"Yeah. We'll come up with a plan tonight. I know you need to get back to class."

"Yeah, I just thought you should know."

"I'm glad you called. I love you. I'll see you at home."

"Love you too."

I turned my phone off as my students filled into the classroom for seventh period. I needed to focus on teaching. David and I would work it out later.

I put Kat on one of the tall chairs at the kitchen counter and then set about making dinner. The housekeeper had done a good job. Everything was here that I had requested. I poured us each a glass of red wine and set some water to boil.

"Pasta okay?" I asked.

"Wonderful," she answered.

She was so beautiful sitting there with her knees drawn up to her chest. The sleeves of my shirt came down long past her hands, and she pushed them away only to have them fall back down again and again. I had never seen a woman dressed in my clothes before. I didn't usually stick around long enough for that to happen. It made me feel extremely possessive. She was in my shirt. She was mine.

Maybe not. What if she refuses to see you again after you tell her about your father?

I pushed that thought to the back of my mind. I was nervous, but I had to tell her. She deserved to know what she was getting into with me.

"Kat, I want to talk to you about my father."

I pulled a bunch of stem tomatoes out of the fridge and a knife out of the rack. I kept my eyes focused on the cutting board so that I wouldn't have to look at her.

"I told you before that I had learned many of my sexual habits from him. He is aggressive, like me, sexually, but he and my mother do not have the kind of relationship that you and I have started. They don't use things like safewords."

I snuck a peek at her out of the corner of my eye. She was toying with the stem of her wine glass, rolling it back and forth between her fingers.

"My father has certain… ideas… about women. He doesn't exactly see them as equals the way that I see you. They um... I don't quite know how to say what I mean..."

"Are you trying to tell me that your father is sexually abusing your mother?"

God she was blunt. I looked up at her. Her wide brown eyes were wondering but not accusing. I returned my attention to the tomatoes.

"No, of course not," I said.

Liar. That's exactly what you're trying to say.

"He just thinks about sex differently than most men. He has certain expectations for my mother and me in terms of appropriate behavior."

He's a fucking abusive asshole and you're defending him because you're too fucking scared to admit the truth to the one person who might understand.

"For example," I continued, "he thinks that while I'm in college I should gain a fair amount of experience... with different women. He just wants me to know what's out there so that I can make a wise decision when I choose to settle down more permanently."

I dumped the tomatoes into a pot and began to peel some fresh cloves of garlic. I was grateful for the distraction.

"Your father told you to sleep around?" Her voice was timid, confused.

"In a way."

She would never understand.

"See, he expects me to take life by the horns. I was raised to think that I should go after the things that I wanted. My father has sort of a 'don't take no for an answer' approach to life, and he wants the same of me. He wants me take the women that I want."

"But I thought that you wanted to be exclusive with me?" She sounded close to tears. Fuck. It was not my goal to upset her.

I put down the knife, wiped my hands, and went to her. "I do, Kat. I'm not explaining this very well."

I put my hands on the back of her chair and stood between her legs. I pressed my forehead to hers. I just wanted to be close to her for a moment.

"I want you and you only. I want what we've defined. I want safewords and protection and guidelines. I want your body, your trust, your mind, and your heart. And, I want you to sit in my kitchen in my shirts more often, because you look fucking hot like this. Okay?"