Generational Sins (32 page)

Kat was quieting in my arms. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and she tilted her tear stained face up to meet my lips. I kissed her gently.

"You okay, love?"

"Better than okay." She smiled at me. "Thank you, for everything—for bringing Cody, and for staying here with me."

"I would do anything for you, Kat. We'll get through this, I promise. Just don't give up on me."

"I would never give up on you." She kissed the sweet spot under my ear on the side of my neck, and I groaned involuntarily.

"You'll be the death of me, woman."

"What a way to die," she responded mischievously.

I stood up and tossed her over my shoulder hauling her off to the bedroom like a sack of potatoes. She giggled and squealed the whole way.

David threw me over his shoulder playfully and carried me to our bedroom. I felt fantastic. I knew that we weren't out of the woods yet, but I felt like we were moving in the right direction.

Eventually, David would be able to punish me, and then everything would be all right between us again. My disobedience had lead to my rape, and eventually to Richard's death. If David could punish me for my disobedience, then he could forgive me. I needed his forgiveness.

Having David beside me, telling me how he wanted to fuck me, while Cody had spanked me was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. If either one of them had touched me while I was tied to that table, I would have simply exploded. I was still wet and throbbing between my legs, and I hoped that David was about to ravish me.

He tossed me on the bed and smiled that beautiful crooked smile that I loved so much. He stripped slowly, letting me watch him, as he revealed his sculpted body to me.

"Scoot to the edge of the bed," he said.

I did as he asked, lying on my back, putting my ass right on the edge of the bed with my knees drawn up. He was going to stand beside the bed and fuck me. I loved this position. It was harder for him to reach his peak while standing so I got to enjoy his cock for a long time.

"Are you ready to be fucked, Katlyn?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good," he said before he thrust into me hard. I groaned and curled my fingers around the edge of the mattress.

He drove into me at a frenzied pace, and I could do nothing but hold on. "I want you to come as many times as you can," he panted between thrusts. Fuck yes. I liked those orders.

"Play with your clit," he ordered. I did as he asked, reaching down between us as he pounded into me hard. It took me less than a minute to achieve my first orgasm. He held his cock deep inside of me while I shuddered around him.

He pushed me back, into the middle of the bed and climbed up after me, his cock never leaving my throbbing sex. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and resumed his rhythmic onslaught.

His cock was thick and hard inside of me, reaching my cervix with every thrust, bringing a small amount of pain, like a reassuring check at the end of each stroke. I felt completely helpless under him, unable to move with his full weight on me and my legs forced wide apart. He added to the feeling by pinning my hands above my head with one of his own. Fucking heaven.

I relaxed and submitted myself completely to him. He drove my body to unbelievable heights. When I orgasmed the second time, he didn't even slow his pace, simply growling in my ear, which made me come even harder.

He shifted my legs and hips periodically, changing the angle and finding new sweet spots within me. After what seemed like an eternity of constant bliss, he finally let himself go, coming hard with his cock buried deep inside me.

We lay gasping for air, tangled up in each other for a long time before he finally found the strength to curl up beside me. I fell asleep almost instantly and did not dream.

David woke early and went for a jog. I showered, and got ready for the day. David had set out a dress for me to wear. Well… it was sort of a dress. It was cobalt blue, made of lace and silk. The thin straps led to a plunging V-neck neckline. It was gathered right under my breasts and then flared gently over my hips. It only reached to mid-thigh. He would never let me out of the house in a dress like this, but he loved it when I dressed in this way for his eyes only. He also left thigh-high stockings out. They were a personal favorite of his.

I noticed that he very deliberately did not leave me any undergarments, and I took that to mean that I was not to wear any. I pulled my hair up into a loose bun. Usually, he preferred that I keep my hair up when we were planning to play. Long hair could be dangerous if it got caught in ropes or somehow tangled in something else.

I started a big breakfast for him and Cody. I mixed batter for waffles, cut up fruit, and started some omelets. David came home about 8:45 and went immediately to the shower. He was just finishing up when Cody knocked on the door.

When I let him in, Cody raked his eyes over my form, obviously pleased by my appearance. David joined us in the kitchen a moment later, and we sat down to eat. Cody got to business right away, asking how David and I had fared the night before. I blushed all the way to my roots and said that it had been a good night. Luckily, he didn't push for details.

Today we would continue the process of building David's self-confidence back up. We were going to try to use the playroom instead of the living room. The goal was to have David be able to spank me over the whipping bench by the end of the weekend. I couldn't wait for that. I was anxious to get started.

I stayed in the kitchen and did the breakfast dishes while the boys went back to set up the playroom. The anticipation was killing me. I was already on edge, and it was just barely ten in the morning.

When I had finished the dishes, I went to the bathroom and then sat quietly in the living room, waiting for further instructions. A few minutes later, David called me back. I stood at the playroom door and waited to be invited in.

"Kneel," David said.

I dropped to my knees with my head bowed.

"Come."

I crawled into the room, rolling my shoulders seductively because I knew they were watching. I loved performing for David and having Cody here just made it better.

"Look at me." I looked up into David's stunning blue eyes. He had regained some of his usual commanding posture. When David was in full Dom mode, he was a force to be reckoned with; no one would question his authority. This David wasn't as intimidating, but it was a lot closer than the man who had crawled to me two days ago in this room, sobbing and shaking.

He put his hands in my hair and gently petted me. When he cherished me like this, his presence felt like physical warmth. I felt like the most important thing in his life. I never wanted to feel any other way.

He had taken his shirt off and was standing over me in only a pair of black jeans. The shape of his erection was clear through the material.

"I want you to suck my cock," he said gently. I was happy to comply.

"No, David," Cody spoke up, "Make it a command. You're askin’ her. You need to be tellin’ her."

David took a deep breath. It concerned me that he hadn't gotten angry. David wasn't fond of having other people tell him what to do. The fact that he wasn't arguing with Cody displayed his discomfort. He was more nervous than he looked.

He tugged on my hair, forcing my head back slightly. He tried again and managed to put more force behind it this time. "I'm going to fuck your mouth. Unzip me."

I did as he asked, taking his hard length from his jeans.

"Lick me," he said. His voice was rough with desire, but still commanding. I leaned forward and took a long lick from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip. David grunted and his hips pushed forward. I started a pattern of licking and kissing each ridge of his cock. I wanted him fully in my mouth. I wanted to look up into his eyes as he used me. I wanted to please him.

He tugged on my hair again and then pressed the head of his cock to my lips. "Open."

I took him into my mouth and sucked hard. He shifted his hips forward, fucking my mouth with slow strokes. I hummed around him and worked him with my tongue.

"Good girl," he praised. "I love fucking your sweet little mouth."

He increased his pace and pushed himself deeper into my mouth. I relaxed and tried to breathe through my nose, letting him use me. I could tell that he was close. I chanced a peek at him from under my lashes. His eyes were closed, head thrown back. Fucking glorious.

"Fuck," he grunted as he tightened his hold on my hair and released into my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could, licking the remainder of his seed from his softening shaft.

"Well done, Katlyn," Cody said. "Now come here."

I saw anger flash in David’s eyes. It was only there for a moment, but I knew that I had seen it. He was jealous. That was good. That was more like my Dom.

I crawled to Cody as I had been commanded, David zipping his pants behind us.

"Stand up and take that pretty little dress off."

I stood and pulled the dress over my head. David took in a sharp breath behind me. I assumed he was looking at the faint red lines that were left from the strokes that I had taken yesterday. They would fade in another day, but I knew that it was a big deal to him. He had never liked seeing me marked, but it was sort of an unavoidable hazard. It bothered him much more than it bothered me.

"Give me your wrists," Cody said, ignoring David's obvious discomfort. I held my wrists out. He attached a leather cuff to each wrist and then tied them together with a length of nylon rope. Cody had always been big on rope play. I think it appealed to the cowboy in him.

"David," he said holding my bound wrists out to him, "string her up."

Yeah, David. String her up.

Fuck me.

I knew that Cody was here for my benefit. I asked him to come here. I needed him. And yesterday I had felt incredibly dependent on him, but my self-confidence was growing (which was the goal) and it was becoming harder and harder for me to accept his presence.

That was probably a good sign. On a normal day, I would never accept having another Dom, male or female, in my playroom with my Kat. I was an only child; I didn't share.

However, I needed to get a hold of myself, because decking him when he was helping me probably wasn't wise. I was going to have to gain some self-discipline with my self-confidence.

Circling Kat's wrists with my hands, I forced myself to play along. Cody and I had already discussed the order for this session. I had already approved and agreed to every action. I could do this.

I lead her to the middle of the room, where we had lowered a rope. The last time I'd used the suspension system was the night that Kat had left her shoes all over the house. I shook my head slightly at the thought. What a night that was.

I had placed a square shower mat under the rope. She was still wearing her stockings, and I didn't want her feet to slip. Being suspended by the arms always ran a risk of dislocated shoulders. Safety first, especially with my clumsy little Kat. She stood on the mat while I tied her wrist cuffs to the rope and then checked to make sure everything was knotted correctly. Cody had moved over to the wall where the other side of the rope came down. If he pulled down, it would raise her arms. I nodded at him, and he lifted her slowly. He stopped on my say so: when her arms were just shy of being fully extended above her head.

"Color?"

"Green, Master."

"Good girl."

I thought through my mental checklist. What was next? Blindfold. Cody could have blindfolded her while I tied her, but I thought that he was intentionally giving me time and making me do as much as possible on my own. I felt a little guilty for my earlier feelings. He really was doing everything he could to be helpful.

I pulled a black blindfold from the drawer and tied it around her eyes. I gave her breasts a gentle squeeze as a reward for her obedient behavior. She sighed under my touch. We had discussed gagging her, as I was honestly afraid to hear her scream. I was sure that her scream would haunt me for years to come. But, it was my usual preference to hear her, so she wasn't particularly well adapted to being gagged, and I wanted this to be as normal as possible for both of us.

I had also considered a spreader for her legs, but it would be more work for her if she had to keep them spread on her own. Plus, I didn't want to risk putting a runner in her sexy-as-fuck stockings.

I walked back over to Cody who was waiting patiently with a long flogger in his hand. The plan was for him to give her five strokes, and then I was going to stimulate her sexually without letting her come. He would give her five more, and it would continue until we thought she'd had enough. We planned for fifteen or twenty.

We hoped to accomplish a couple of things with this. One, I was going to be actively involved in her session in a way that I thought I could handle. Two, without her sight, she would have no way of knowing who was doing what. We hoped that it would make the experience better for her. Three, I was going to try to watch. Last night, when he used the strap on her, I had been concentrating on Kat's face. I never looked at her ass. I was going to have to get over that, if I was ever going to be able to punish her again.