Generational Sins (5 page)

"I love your pretty little pussy," I murmured in amazement. "You are so wet for me."

I withdrew my hands and leaned further forward putting my weight on my arms, beside her chest. I lowered my lips to hers gently and then traced the outline of her mouth with the tip of my tongue. She arched up, silently asking for more. I kissed her again, with more pressure, gently exploring her mouth. My body was aligned with hers, but I was just barely touching her skin.

I shifted my hips forward pressing my erection more firmly against her wet heat. She squirmed and pushed back against the soft leather between us. I teased her with my tongue and rubbed against her until she was panting, and I was aching with need.

"Please," she begged. I pinched her right nipple hard as a quick punishment for her infraction. She knew better than to speak when I had instructed her against it. She was asking for punishment, and it made my cock twitch.

"Katlyn, you know that you are not permitted to speak. You know that I will punish you." She writhed on the bed. "But that's what you want isn't it? You want me to pinch your hard little nipples don't you?" I alternated between her breasts, tugging at her nipples as she cried out in a combination of pleasure and pain.

"Answer me," I commanded.

"Yes, Master. I want you to punish me."

I reached for the small vibrator that I had laid aside earlier.

"Do not move."

I slid the vibrator into her wet pussy coating it with her natural lubrication. She held still. I lowered my mouth to her breasts gently licking and suckling her. I turned the vibrator on low and ran it lightly across her clit then down the length of her pussy and back up again. She bucked her hips, and I bit down on her nipple. She cried out, but held her hips still.

I pumped the vibrator in and out of her wet folds a few times and then ran it slowly along the crack of her ass. She moaned in anticipation. She knew what I wanted.

"Relax for me, little one," I said as I gently worked the vibrator into her tight hole. She groaned softly as it slid home, still vibrating gently.

"Good girl," I praised. "You look so very fuckable tied here with your legs spread and your ass filled with that toy."

Needing her desperately, I pulled away from her and unbuttoned my pants, freeing my aching erection. I teased her with the head of my cock, enjoying the sensation created by the vibrations.

I pushed into her one slow inch at a time. It was a delicious torture for me. She was so fucking hot. I returned my hands to her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples as I pumped into her slowly, but forcefully.

"Fuck yes! That toy makes you so tight." She tightened her internal muscles around me. I hissed in pleasure and rewarded her by driving my hips faster. I lowered my hands to her ass, spreading her wider and sinking deeper into her cunt. I worked her nipples with my teeth and relished in her cries as she took every attention I gave her. So good.

I could feel her legs shaking under me, her hands tugging against her restraints. She was close but I was not ready to release her. I withdrew from her, pulling my cock out of her wet heat, and she cried out in protest. I tugged on her hip, rolling her over and pulling her up to her knees with her breasts pressed firmly into the mattress. I ran my hand over the back of her thigh and over the full curve of her ass.

"Fuck, I love seeing your sweet little ass in the air." In one fluid motion I sunk my cock into her again. I pulled back on her hips, riding her hard. "You will not come until I permit you. Your pleasure belongs to me." She met my every thrust, taking me as deep as she could. I raised the speed on the vibrator and gently pumped it in and out of her ass in time with my cock.

Again and again I thrust into her at a hard steady pace. The pressure in my balls grew until it was excruciating, and I delighted in it, holding out as long as I could. I pinched her delicate bundle of nerves between my fingers and felt her tighten around me one last time.

"Come for me," I commanded, and we both fell over the edge.

A moment later I withdrew from her overheated body and removed her blindfold. She smiled at me as I untied her and drew her into my arms.

"I love you so much," I said.

David's blatant rejection stung like a whip. I knew that he wasn't interested in me physically, but when he approached me in that club and put his hands on my hips, I allowed myself, for one brief moment, to fantasize that he might want me. That made it hurt all the worse.

I couldn't watch him while he ground against that blond slut. Knowing that he was doing it was one thing; witnessing it was another. He was the embodiment of sex in his perfectly fit jeans and his t-shirt that was tight enough to display every muscle. He moved so gracefully. Watching him dance brought to life every forgotten fantasy that I had ever harbored.

Molly and Jessica both knew that I had a fascination with David, although this was the first time that they had met him. I felt bad about cutting the night short, but they understood. I gathered up my stuff and headed out into the night, grateful just to have escaped without totally embarrassing myself. The walk back to campus wasn't far, and the trip was well lit and fairly safe. I was not concerned about making it by myself.

I passed by a bookstore/coffee shop on my way back that was open twenty-four hours. It looked dry and comforting inside, so I decided to stop in for a while. Nothing could get me over heartache like a good dose of suspense fiction. I snorted at the thought.

Two hours and three cups of coffee later, I set down the novel and continued my journey home. I didn't want Jessica and Molly to worry if they beat me back to the dorms and found my bed empty.

Coming up along the side of the brick building I saw a familiar mop of black hair, drenched from the rain. He was sitting with his back to the wall, his head in his hands. He looked thoroughly defeated. I hesitated. As his friend, I felt like I should at least offer a shoulder to cry on, but I was still hurt from his earlier rejection, and I wasn't sure I could handle two of them in one night.

I sighed and made my way over. "David?" I asked.

He looked up at me with weary bloodshot eyes. He looked like hell.

"Are you okay?"

He didn't answer.

"I'll leave you alone if you want. I was just heading in for the night, and I… well… I mean… if you would like someone to talk to..."

He just stared at me. "Kat?" He croaked weakly.

Is he high on something?

"David, you're scaring me. Are you okay?"

"I don't deserve you," he muttered.

"What?" I asked. Surely I’d misheard. I sat down in the wet grass beside him.

"You think that I don't want you, Kat. You're wrong. It's not that I don't want you; it's that I don't deserve you."

I was stunned. Exactly how was I supposed to respond to a confession like that? "David, how much did you have to drink?"

He laughed bitterly. "I'm not drunk, Kat."

"Well you're something."

"I'm dangerous."

"I don't believe that."

"I'll ruin you."

"David, we can't sit here in the rain. You are soaked and freezing. Come upstairs with me. I'll get you a dry towel."

"No." He ran his long fingers through his hair, disheveling it even more. "I can't talk to you in there. Come with me?"

"Where?"

"We'll go for a drive. I know a place that’s quiet. Pack an overnight bag. I'll bring you back tomorrow afternoon."

"You want me to go somewhere overnight with you?"

"Yes, Kat. Please? I'll be a gentleman, I promise. I just want to talk to you, need to talk to you, and I can't do it here in your dorm."

He turned his beautiful blue eyes to me, and I knew that I could not deny him.

"Please, Kat. Please come with me."

I didn't really want him driving off in his current state alone. He didn't seem completely stable to me, and I couldn't just abandon him like this. I nodded and then stood to my feet.

"Just let me get my stuff. I'll meet you here in fifteen minutes?"

He stood as well. "Yeah, I'll just run back to my dorm and be right back."

He lifted his hand to my cheek, his face inches from mine. "Thank you," he said softly, "for not hating me." His thumb traced the line of my jaw.

With every last once of strength that I had, I turned away from him and went into the building. My head was spinning. I was high on caffeine and adrenalin. It was late, but I felt incredibly alert. I wondered where David wanted to take me, I wondered what he wanted to talk to me about, I wondered why he was sitting outside my dorm in the pouring rain in the first place, but most of all I wondered what in the hell he meant when he said that it wasn't that he didn't want me. Did that mean that he did want me? There had been times where I thought that might have been true, but then why didn't he just ask me? It was clear from the club that he was not shy. He had no problem approaching women. Was it just me?

I left a note for Jessica telling her that something came up, and I wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. She would probably freak out over it, but I wasn't about to go into detail on a post-it note.

I threw some clothes and my basic necessities into my backpack. I pulled my damp hair up into a ponytail and took a quick glance in the mirror. Molly and Jessica had insisted that I wear makeup and now, thanks to the rain, it was a runny mess. I walked down the hall to the bathroom and washed my face. Thankfully I wasn't too drenched. My clothes were still mostly dry, and I had only been wearing them for about three hours so I opted against changing. My friends had worked really hard to give me this look, and I was going to take full advantage of it. If David had seen something that he liked tonight, I was going to stick with it. I would wear leather pants every day of my life if it got him to notice me.

I picked up my umbrella and headed back down the stairs. A moment later a black BMW pulled up to the dorm and David stepped out. He looked better, more composed than he had been. I thought he was going to be okay. He took my bag and put it in the trunk. "Is this all?"

"Is what all?" I asked.

"Your stuff?" He looked confused. "This is all you want to bring?"

"We're just going one night right?" Had I misunderstood? "We're coming back tomorrow so I only need one change of clothes?"

"Yeah." He still looked bewildered.

"So, what else would I need?"

"I don't know," he said, but then a broad smile crossed his lips. "It's just that every other girl I've ever seen would have packed at least three times this much stuff for an overnight trip. You are an anomaly, Miss Katlyn."

I shrugged. He opened my door and took the umbrella from my hand. A moment later he climbed into the driver's side.

"So where are we going?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," he said.

"I hate surprises."

"All of them?"

"Yes. All of them."

"I'm still not telling you." He smirked at me. Smug bastard.

He took a few back roads and then pulled onto the interstate. He wasn't kidding when he said there would be a drive.

"When I was little," he started, "my mom used to tell me that I would someday meet a girl who would get stuck in my head and wouldn't get out. She told me that this girl's voice would become the voice of my conscience."

I looked at him, not quite understanding.

"You are the voice inside my head, Kat, and I can't deny that any longer." He waited for a response.

"I'm not really sure what you want me to say, David. First you approach me in that club, then you run of with some blond bimbo, then I find you outside my dorm looking like someone ran over your dog, and now you're telling me that you hear voices, specifically my voice, in your head. I'm a bit confused."

He ran his hand through his drying hair. "I know, and I'm sorry. I will try to explain."

He thought for a minute and then began again. "We're friends. Right?" I nodded at him.

"I really enjoy your company, Kat. I love spending time with you. I think we work well together..."

"David, I get that you're not into me physically," I interrupted. I had to cut him off. I couldn't bear to hear the lets be friends speech from him. "I mean you have so many beautiful women to choose from, I..."

"No. Kat, please don't interrupt me. I need to say this. I told you before that you were wrong to think that. I do want you. I want you physically and mentally and in every way that a man can want a woman."

Uh oh, here comes the but… "But..." ...told you so.

"I am not good for you."

"How about you let me decide what's best for me?"

"You don't want a physical relationship with me, Kat."

"Don't tell me what I do and do not want."

"You wouldn't like my brand of sex."

"And what brand exactly is that, David? I am not some naive little schoolgirl. I am capable of making my own decisions regarding sexual activity, and what I find acceptable."