Generational Sins (2 page)

She was already seated when I entered.

"Hi," I said, sitting down next to her. She jumped slightly, as if I had startled her.

"I'm David Paulson," I said extending my hand to her.

"Kat Lake," she said briefly placing her delicate hand in mine.

"What's your major?" I asked politely. I didn't really care, but some measure of common curtsy was necessary for a working relationship.

"Biology. Pre-med," she answered. "Yours?"

"The same," I said flatly. It was a large school, but even so, if she stuck with the program, we were likely to have other classes together in future semesters.

The class began, and this time we were forced to work together. She never missed an answer. She was very intelligent. Of course, I hadn't missed any either. We were surprisingly well matched. I left immediately at the bell once again and pushed her out of my head until the following Tuesday. So far so good, I could handle this.

That weekend I allowed myself the pleasure of a night out. Saturday I went for pizza with some of the guys on my floor. I had one roommate who thankfully wasn't around much. He had a girlfriend who lived off campus, and he spent most of his time there, which was fine with me. I wasn't here to socialize, but I realized that too much dedication was often counterproductive. The mind needed a break every five to seven days to function properly.

About halfway through my night out a group of older college girls, who were clearly looking to get laid, stumbled into the pizza place. They were already pretty drunk and were truthfully unappealing, but one girl with hair like Kat's caught my attention, and I was instantly hard. I fucked her roughly in her apartment less than an hour later.

She screamed as I pulled her hair and slammed into her from behind. Her ass was a lovely shade of red from the spanking that I had given her, and it was enjoyable to watch my cock sink into her pink folds over and over.

After her second orgasm, I began to realize that she would never be able to get me off like this. She was just too coarse and disgusting. She was too easy. I closed my eyes and pictured instead my beautiful lab partner. I snapped my hips forward sharply, plowing into the wet cunt before me wondering how it would feel to have Kat like this. I wanted to hear her sweet voice calling out my name. I wanted to make her beg for it. I wanted to look into her wide brown eyes as she fell apart beneath me.

I thrust forward one last time and spilled into the condom. Thank God for STD protection. Who knew what kind of shit these girls might have.

I left her apartment less than ten minutes later with her number programmed into my phone. I deleted it on the walk back to my dorm. I hadn't wanted it in the first place.

Things went on like that for a while. I would work platonically with Kat in class, and then fantasize about her as I fucked a different skank every weekend. I would have simply jacked off to thoughts of Kat and skipped the whores altogether, but my father would be sure to ask about the women that I was screwing, and I hated to lie to him. He was a man of great expectations, and I would not disappoint him.

The problems started when we finally got an anatomy project that we weren't able to finish during class time. Kat and I were going to have to see each other outside of the lab.

After my father finished with her, my mother left to join my wife in the kitchen. I wondered how Kat was holding up. I knew that this would be degrading for her, despite my efforts to prepare her. Kat was a strong woman, too strong for her own good sometimes. If we could make it through the next hour without incident, I thought that we would be all right.

"You made a good choice, son," Richard said. "That girl is hotter than sin."

"Thank you, father," I said. I tried to make it sound enthusiastic. I reached deep for my most animalistic nature.

"Do you think you'll keep her?" he asked. What he meant was, "are you going to marry her?" but his need to objectify women required that he refer to her as property, not as a person who could perform an action. The truth was, I had already married her. He simply didn't know that. My mother didn't know either, and there were no immediate plans to tell her. My mother was not terribly good with secrets.

I wondered if Kat was speaking to my mother now, in the kitchen. What would they say to each other after such an event?

"Yes," I replied. "She has performed well for me. She has a ways to go in her training, but I will enjoy breaking her in. If she is acceptable to you, I will ask mother to plan a wedding for next spring."

A wicked smile crossed his face, and I choked back the urge to vomit. "Congratulations, my boy! I'm sure your mother will be delighted."

The women returned, carrying several plates of food. Kat appeared calm and collected. Good girl.

My father and I sat down, he at the head of the table with me to his right. After they had finished serving us, my mother sat on his left and Kat sat to my right. I put my hand on her knee under the table. It was both a gesture of reassurance for Kat and a display of possession for my father.

Kat kept quiet throughout the meal and barely picked at her food. My mother did the same. My father and I discussed his position at the hospital and the potential residencies that would be available following my graduation. I was expected to follow in his line of work: heart surgery.

No further mention was made of our pre-dinner activities, but it was all that consumed my mind. Kat's heart rate and breathing were steady and normal beside me. It seemed like she was stable, but I was itching to leave this place regardless.

As soon as it was polite to do so, I made my excuses and kissed my mother goodbye. My father shook my hand and slapped my back on our way out. He hugged Kat in a manner that was less than fatherly, and I bit my tongue to keep from rebuking him. It nearly killed me to watch him put his filthy hands on my beautiful wife. She took it well though and said a polite goodbye to my mother.

The beginning of the car ride home was tense and suffocating. I needed to put as much distance between that house and our car as possible. I floored the gas pedal in my M5 and merged onto the highway that would take us back to Cambridge.

"Kat?" I questioned when I finally felt far enough away to breathe again. She turned sideways in her seat to look at me, drawing her sculpted legs up under her. "Do you want to go straight home or did you want to get something to eat on the way?"

I was avoiding the elephant in the car, and we both knew it.

"I want to go home. I can get something there if I feel more like eating."

I nodded my head. I was glad. I wanted to be at home where I could take her in my arms. I knew better than most people how important it was to decompress after a traumatic experience before jumping back into real life.

We made the forty-five minute trip in just over half an hour. When we had securely shut and locked the door behind us, Kat finally broke down. I cradled her on my lap on our bed as she sobbed into my shirt.

"Shhh," I soothed softly, rocking her back and forth in my arms. "It's okay. It's over. You were fantastic."

Her hands tightened in my shirt, and I slipped the shoes off of her feet. "I am so proud of you, baby," I whispered into her hair. Her only response was to cry, and it broke my heart. I couldn't fix this. I would never forgive myself for allowing this to happen to her. I would never forgive my father for forcing me to be this way. Some day he will pay for what he’s done to my mother and me.

A while later, she sunk her hands into my hair and tugged. She was still crying, but she had moved from tears of fear and frustration to tears of aggression. She was angry, and she wanted to express it. I was more than willing to be her punching bag. I wanted to feel her rage in every way. I wanted her to make me bleed, to punish me in someway for not protecting her like I should have.

Her kiss was aggressive. She might have drawn blood from my bottom lip. I lost myself in it. I turned her in my lap so that she was straddling me, my hands trailed up from her knees under the hem of her dress. The heat from her sex was maddeningly hot against my erection.

She rocked her hips back and forth grinding into me while we kissed. I pulled her closer, my fingers spread wide across her ass. She panted and moaned into my mouth.

"Please, please, please," she whispered over and over as I sunk my teeth into the delicate skin of her neck. I lifted the dress that she wore over her head.

"So beautiful," I murmured, but beautiful didn't begin to describe her. She wore a black corset that laced up the back. I had laced it myself as I dressed her for dinner, but now I cursed its presence. I wanted to feel her skin. I unclasped her stockings from the corset and pushed her away from me.

"Stand," I said. She obeyed.

I moved behind her and asked her to hold her long beautiful hair out of the way. I tugged at the laces for her corset watching it open inch-by-inch getting me closer to her exquisite back. I kissed each revealed inch of her spine as I worked and praised her aloud.

When the infuriating garment finally fell away, I pulled her back against me. I ran my hands over the smooth skin of her stomach, over her rib cage, and under the swell of her breasts. She relaxed against me, and I rejoiced internally. She was submitting her body to me. That was a very good sign. She wouldn't be angry much longer.

I cupped her breasts in my hands and gently pinched her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. She leaned her head back against my chest and let out a soft cry. I increased the pressure.

"Please, David," she begged. "I need you."

Fuck that made me so hard. I could deny her nothing.

"On the bed," I said. I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it over the chair in the corner. Kat watched me with hot eyes as I stripped. She was naked except for her black thigh-high stockings, and she was a sight to behold. She spread her legs for me on the bed and showed me her perfect pussy. She was wet and ready.

"Fuck, baby, tell me what you want. I need to hear you say it."

"I want you to fuck me," she said.

"Again," I commanded, stretching my body over hers. I pinned both of her hands to the bed above her head with one of mine.

"Please fuck me. Please, Master. I need to have you inside of me." I hooked her leg over my hip and settled between her nylon-clad legs.

"Good girl." I thrust into her tight, wet heat.

I set a furious pace, driving into her as she bucked under me. I smothered her cries with my mouth and listened to her body instead. Her hips rose to meet me with every stroke. She fought to get her hands free. She unleashed her anger and aggression against me. She fought hard, but I kept her lithe, little body pinned to the mattress as I fucked her.

Slowly her hips took on more of a rocking motion as she sought more friction. Her cries turned to moans, and she relaxed her arms. I lowered my mouth to her neck. I loved the salt of her sweat, and the way her blood throbbed below her skin at her pulse point. Her heart was beating so fast. She felt so alive beneath me.

"Mine," I breathed.

"Yours," she concurred.

I released her hands, but she left them in place above her head anyway, fisting them into the comforter. She was so obedient, so submissive, so perfect. I hiked her leg up higher on my shoulder. I repositioned her so that I could rub her clit with my fingers as I fucked her.

"That's it, baby," I encouraged. "Let go for me. Let me love you."

She tightened around me. So close. So good. I pinched her sweet spot gently and thrust into her hard.

She bathed my cock with wet heat as she fell apart around me. She whispered my name like a prayer over and over and over.

I continued to pump into her as she came down. My beautiful beautiful Kat.

When I could hold out no longer, I gave myself over to the pleasures of her body and erupted inside of her. She was perfection. The light in my dark. My incredible wife. My forever.

When the TA gave the assignment that day in our lab I nearly jumped for joy. Finally, I would have an excuse to see David outside of class! I had been looking for a reason to spend time with him for weeks, but he didn't need tutoring (he was just as smart as I was), he never went to any of the school sporting events, he worked in his dorm instead of the library, and he only drank coffee in the mornings and never lingered at the coffee shop. It was impossible to break into his regimented schedule.

I didn't have the guts to simply ask him out. I knew that he would turn me down if I tried the direct approach anyway. From what I'd heard, if David Paulson wanted you, he simply walked up, grabbed you by the hair, and took you. I had yet to find a girl who would have said no. He was brilliant, dedicated, rich, and it seemed like he walked off of the cover of GQ every morning to come to class. He'd had plenty of opportunity to grab me in any way that he wanted, and he'd never taken it, so I assumed that I wasn't his type. I wasn't surprised. The women he dated—well, fucked was probably more accurate—were always beautiful. Apparently he didn't care about their minds; if the legend was true, he never spoke to them again anyway.

I wasn't one to pine for unattainable men, and I'm sure that I would have forgotten about him if it weren’t for that stupid lab. Twice a week I sat beside him and together we fell into a comfortable companionship. He had a fabulous sense of humor when he wasn't totally absorbed in whatever we were doing, and he had a crooked smile that would make any warm-blooded woman turn into a pile of goo. He was so passionate about everything that he did. Nothing was ever half-assed with him. In all my life, I had never seen anyone so driven.