Generational Sins (6 page)

"Damn it, Kat. I don't want to have sex with you. I want to fuck the shit out of you. I want to tie you to my bed and make you beg for it. I want to spank your beautiful ass and make you suck my cock. Fuck! I want to do so many dirty things to you—things that would make you run from me if you had any idea. But you deserve so much better than that."

Oh God. In my wildest fantasies, I never dreamed that I would hear those words falling from his perfect lips. If he said one more sentence, I was going to orgasm right here on his heated leather seats.

"Kat?" He looked at me. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I promise I will control myself I just, fuck..." He slammed his palm against the steering wheel.

"David?" I tried to bring my breathing under control. "I'm not afraid of you."

"You're a terrible liar, Kat. Your heart rate is increased, along with your breathing. Your pupils are dilated. Your cheeks are flushed. You are scared shitless."

"You are seeing the right physical signs, David, and coming to the wrong conclusion. You know very well that those can be indicators of more than one emotion."

He looked at me, then back at the road. "What are you saying?"

I waited for him to put the pieces together.

"No. No. You can't tell me that you want those things. That is not excitement. You have no idea what you are saying."

"Ask me what kind of sex I like, David."

"No, Kat. You are better than that."

"Better than what? Better than submitting myself to you physically? Why do you think it's so wrong for me? I am not ashamed to admit that the thought of being tied to your bed has me soaking my panties. Lots of people like rough sex, David. There is nothing wrong with that."

When he didn't respond I continued. "Just give me a safeword and we'll go from there. We can figure out the hard limits together."

He looked at me like I was insane. “What’s a safeword?

It was my turn to be surprised. David was a natural Dominant; I was a natural submissive. I knew that going in. What I didn't know was that David had no formal training. Apparently he had picked up his habits from his father, which was disturbing, but he'd never read a book on BSDM, never seen it practiced, never been with an experienced partner. He had no idea what it meant to be in a healthy D/s relationship. He didn't use safewords or even understand them. He would for me though; I wouldn't be with him without one.

We drove for two more hours and talked through all of it. I have never in all of my life had such an eye opening conversation. He expressed deep fears about hurting me. He told me about women he had hurt in the past physically and emotionally. I told him about Cody, my previous Dom, and about my sexual experiences. He laid everything out for me and trusted me to keep his secrets. I laid everything out for him and offered myself up for his pleasure.

By the time we turned onto the long gravel driveway, I was sure that he knew more about me than any other man had ever known. He knew my fantasies. He knew my fears. He knew my history, and what I wanted for my future. All I could do now was wait for him to make a decision. He would have to decide if he was willing to try with me.

This would be new to him, a new way of combining his physical desires with an emotional relationship. He had a lot of physical experience, but this would be completely new ground for him in many ways.

It was new for me too. My previous Dom, Cody, had recognized my submissive nature and had taken the lead with me. It was clear from the beginning with him though that our relationship would be purely physical. Cody had trained my body, but I had not allowed my emotions to be a part of that process. This would be different. I wanted David in many ways, not just physically.

"We're here," he said, bringing the car to a stop.

It was Friday, and also my second day back to teaching school. I'm not sure whose brilliant idea it was to start on a Thursday, but I was glad that the weekend was quickly approaching. My first two days back had been difficult, but the new crop of kids was great. There were always a couple that would push their boundaries the first few days, to see how tough you were, but I could handle them. Being with a strong Dom, like David, had actually taught me quite a few tricks in regards to classroom management. Most of the time it was only a matter of using the right tone of voice with them. The kids were good at heart. They just needed to know where the lines were and how to work within them.

The parents, however, were not quite as likeable. I had three mothers and one father already pestering me about how wonderful their children would be and trying to explain to me why I should never discipline them. They had no idea how spoiled their children were. These kids were going to be incapable of doing anything on their own, and it was completely the parent's fault.

Of course I would have kids on the other end of the scale as well. At least these parents put forth an effort. Some parents I would never see, regardless of how many phone calls I made, or events I held with an open classroom.

David and I had made the decision not to have children. We both liked kids, but in many ways we feared parenting. It was not an easy thing to do well, and neither of us had very good examples modeled for us. David's father was a psychotic deviant, and his mother was the world's biggest doormat. My own mother was a drug addict who had abandoned me early in life and then later died of an accidental drug overdose. The one good parent among them was my dad, whom I had loved very deeply, but by no fault of his own, he'd left me as well.

My dad had done his best with me, but it had not been easy growing up without a mother. I spent a lot of time down at the police station being babysat by the newest rookie on the force. I didn't mind - it was like having a whole array of older brothers - but I didn't get much female companionship. Every now and then a female officer would join the force, but they would often resent hanging out with me because they thought it was too stereotypical for the women to get stuck with the kids. It was an unfortunate case of feminism gone awry.

As a result, David and I both decided that we could teach and mentor and help other people's kids without having our own. We had too much baggage between us to risk burdening a child.

I shut my briefcase and turned out the lights in my classroom. I hoped David's day at school had been productive. I knew he was itching to be done with his degree. This year would bring a lot of changes for us.

I crossed the parking lot to the spot where I had left my truck in the shade of a tree. I slowed my stride and squinted my eyes. Was there something on my truck? A white piece of paper was flapping in the breeze under the windshield wiper. As I neared, I could make out David's elegant script on the outside. Oh God, David wants to play.

The outside of the note simply said Katlyn. The inside was also to the point. Check your glove box.

I opened the door to my truck and laid my briefcase on the passenger seat. I reached over and opened the glove box. A small, red box tumbled out. David must have put it there last night. I hadn't looked in here all day.

I opened the lid and found another note, this one longer.

My Dearest Katlyn,

I hope that your first week back to school was enjoyable. To celebrate the start of your new year, I would like to take you to dinner. Please proceed to the restaurant mentioned below immediately. I am very much looking forward to our evening together.

The Runway Restaurant

12 Airport Drive

With deepest love and affection,

Your Master

P.S. Prior to your arrival, I will expect you to have removed your panties and replaced them with the enclosed gift.

I pushed the tissue paper in the box aside and looked at the other contents. It was a butterfly vibrator. It was supposed to be worn in a manner similar to underwear, but the crotch was open and the front section contained a small vibrator, designed to rest directly on a woman's clitoris. In essence, vibrating, crotchless panties that usually came with a remote. The remote was not in my box, which probably meant that David had it. Fuck me now.

Luckily, I had worn a skirt for both of my first two days, as David knew I would, and so slipping my panties off and putting the butterfly on was not incredibly difficult in the relative privacy of my truck.

I had never been to the restaurant, but I knew where it was. It got its name from its proximity to the local airport. It had once been an airplane hanger, but had been remodeled into an upscale restaurant. The airport was very small and serviced mostly charted flights and pleasure craft, but the restaurant provided some measure of entertainment in providing a view of the runway. Supposedly the food was pretty good, and after a long day back to work, I could use a glass of wine. David had anticipated my needs accurately and made plans to accommodate them. It was no wonder I loved this man; he was the very picture of thoughtfulness and preparation.

I pulled into the restaurant half and hour later and parked beside David's M5. I was surprised to see that he was still in the car. It was a little too early for dinner, and the place was pretty empty, but I would have expected him to get a table anyway.

He got out of the car and walked around to greet me. "Good evening, Katlyn," he said formally.

His use of my full name was indicating that he was in his Dominate persona, and I should respond appropriately as his submissive. "Good evening, Master," I replied.

He brushed his lips across my cheek and then whispered in my ear. "I trust that you've followed my instructions?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl. Come with me."

We walked into the renovated hanger, and I looked around. From what I could see, it appeared to be two floors. The top floor held the restaurant, and the bottom floor held the charter office where you would register for private flights. To my surprise, David did not go upstairs, but instead held open the office door and motioned for me to enter. I knew better than to ask questions. David had made his role as my Dominant for the night quite clear, but my curiosity was certainly peaked.

"David Paulson. I have a reservation for 4:30," David said to the woman behind the desk.

"Of course," she replied, "right through this door."

We followed her out the door and onto a paved parking area where there were several small planes waiting for charters. The woman walked up to a middle-aged man with a good-natured smile and developing potbelly. He was introduced to David and me as our pilot for this evening. Where on earth was David taking me?

We walked as a group to a small white plane that could seat up to four people, plus the pilots, comfortably. It was a beautiful little single-engine aircraft. The pilot opened the door, and David helped me to climb into the backseat. I did not miss the brush of his hand against my bare leg as he assisted me.

I had become more accustomed to David's surprises over time. I did not, as a general rule, like to have people surprise me or spend money on me, but as a submissive it was easier to accept. I was not about to tell my Dom that he wasn't permitted to hire a plane for the night, but I probably would have argued with my husband over it.

He stepped up a moment later and seated himself beside me. The pilot took his seat in front of me and turned to explain the safety rules: wear your seat belt, and don't touch anything mechanical without permission. I thought I could manage that. I had been on a lot of commercial planes, but never one this small. I was trying not to show it, but my inner adventurer was really excited about this. The plane ride was liable to be more entertaining than the destination.

David put his hand on my thigh just below the hemline of my skirt. The pilot started the engine, and we taxied out onto the runway. David reached into his pocket with the hand that was not currently on my leg, and smirked at me. It was then that I remembered what I was wearing, and the remote that he most likely had in his pocket. The propeller in the front of the plane made a lot of noise, and the plane itself made a lot of vibrations. The pilot would never know what David was doing to me, unless of course I lost control and cried out.

The plane started down the runway, gaining speed, and just as the wheels left the ground I felt the first wave of vibrations over my clit. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. Being in a small plane was nothing like my previous flights. This was much more exciting, and my body was tingling from the adrenalin rush. David's hand on my leg was suddenly burning hot. I wanted him to touch me very badly.

As we leveled off at our flying altitude, David backed off the vibrations, and I relaxed beside him.

"I thought we'd take a short flight and enjoy the fall color," he said.

"It's beautiful," I agreed looking down at the trees, which were just reaching the peak of their fall beauty. "Thank you for the lovely surprise."

"You're welcome."

The pilot pointed out various places of interest as we flew. We stayed low to the ground, which made for excellent sight seeing. David intermittently rubbed circles on my thigh with his fingertips and teased me with the vibrator. My body was thrumming with excitement, but I was in control of myself – so far.

After about a 45-minute flight we began to descend. We landed at a runway very similar to the one from which we had taken off, but this one was on the Atlantic Ocean. Leading away from the airport was a dock that went out over the rocky coastline. At the end of the dock appeared to be a restaurant.