Generational Sins (9 page)

He leaned into me slowly, closing the distance, giving me opportunity to deny him, but I could not deny him anything. Every part of me belonged to him now, and I would be whatever he needed. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel is lips against mine. I wanted to know what it was to be loved by this man.

His lips were soft and gentle, just brushing mine lightly. I forced myself to breathe. I had almost forgotten how. He turned his head to the side and gave me more, pushing more firmly, moving his lips. I opened my mouth to him, and he traced the outline of my lips with the tip of his tongue. His breath was warm and sweet, and he tasted like the wine that we had been drinking earlier. I wanted more, to be consumed by that sweet mouth.

He anticipated my need and gave me what I wanted. He moved his hand from the side of my face down over my collarbone and gently cupped my breast. The hand in my hair tightened, pulling me into him as he kissed me deeper and harder. I relaxed into his embrace and let him bring me pleasure.

After a while he stepped back from me, and I nearly cried out in protest. He picked up his pants and pulled a condom out of his pocket. I was finally able to rake my eyes over his incredible body. He was like a work of art. Absolute perfection. I wanted to ask him to turn around slowly for me so that I could ogle him, but I wanted him to come back to me even more.

He slid the condom over his erection and closed his fist around it, pumping his cock a few times. Fuck it would be hot to watch him jack off. There were so many things I wanted to experience with him.

He returned his lips to mine, and I rejoiced at the return of his body heat. He lowered both of his hands to my own which were resting at my sides. Without ceasing his kiss, he put my arms around his neck, forcing me onto my toes. I eagerly followed his lead and pulled him closer, one hand in his hair and the other around his neck. I pressed my breasts into his cool chest and felt my nipples grow impossibly harder.

He lowered his hands down my arms, down my sides, and he cupped my ass with both hands. When he squeezed, the fire that was there from his spanking fanned to life. I moaned loudly into his mouth. His cock twitched between us. He moved his hands a bit lower and lifted me by the backs of my legs, forcing me to wrap my legs around him as he lifted me onto the arm of the couch.

He ground his cock against my pussy. His forehead pressed against mine.

"Tell me you want it, Kat. Tell me you want my cock."

"I want your cock," I repeated. It came out as more of a moan. "Please, fuck me, Sir."

"So fucking hot," he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear, before he positioned his cock and thrust into me hard.

I threw my head back and gave in to my body's natural responses. I didn't even recognize my own voice as I cried out for him. He bit and sucked at my neck and breasts as he pounded into me. He never broke his steady rhythm, only varying the force behind his thrusts to suit his needs.

His cock was long and thick inside of me, and he moved his hips in a way that made me feel as if he was exploring every inch of my pussy with it. He reached my cervix with every third or fourth thrust, and I tightened my fist in his hair each time, fearful that I would completely fall apart around him.

I could feel my orgasm building, and I fought it back. I wanted to stay here on this cliff forever. My whole body was alive and responding to every move that he made. It was incredible.

His hands made their way over my body until they reached my ass, which was rubbing deliciously against the couch, reminding me of every blow that he had given me earlier. I tightened my legs around him, and he cupped my ass firmly with both hands pulling me harder onto his cock. I cried out at the intense sensation of pleasure and pain and gave into him. I came hard, squeezing his cock and shuddering in his arms. He thrust into me four or five more times and then came inside of me with a grunt.

I dropped my head to his shoulder and simply went limp. I felt both drained and elated at the same time. He pulled out and went into the kitchen to dispose of the condom. I fell back onto the couch in a structure less mass. He joined me a few minutes later and scooped me up into his arms. He walked with me upstairs and deposited me under the covers of a queen size bed.

"Is this a guest room?" I asked. It was tastefully decorated in a series of blues, but there was nothing really personal on the walls or shelves. I assumed that he wanted to sleep apart from me, which made sense. If the rumor mill had provided accurate information, he never spent the night. We were already breaking all of his rules.

"No," he answered. "It's my room, when I'm here. I don't really sleep here much."

He slid into the bed beside me and pulled me to his chest. I was surprised but thrilled. It appeared that he was spending the night with me after all.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm wonderful."

"Really? I didn't hurt you?"

"Hurt me? No, David, you didn't hurt me. That was incredible. You are incredible."

"You cried. I thought that I had hurt you. I've never spanked anyone quite like that before – you know? It's always been more of a heat of the moment kind of thing. I kind of got carried away, and I was sure for a minute that you were going to hate me."

"If I thought it was too much, I would have used a safeword," I reminded him.

"Yeah, I was a little surprised that you didn't."

"I'm tougher than I look," I teased. "Actually, I really needed that. A good cry is an awesome way to relieve stress, and I feel a million times better now. Thank you."

He gave me an odd look, considering me for a moment and then snuggled me closer. "Get some sleep, Kat."

Once again I obeyed him. I was asleep within minutes.

The next day I asked Kat what she wanted to do, and I was pleasantly surprised by the answer. She wanted to drive out to my parents’ mountain house to enjoy the fall leaves and lingering summer warmth.

We had spent a lot of time there over the last few years, using it as a refuge from school and life. When we lived in the dorms, we spent nearly every weekend there together. My parents hardly ever used it, and it provided privacy that was essential to our relationship. We had cried and laughed and grown there together.

I wished that I could buy it from my father, but I had long ago accepted the fact that I would never inherit anything of my father's. I was going to take his wife and disappear from existence. That would hardly work if I continued to use his vacation home. Maybe some day I could buy a place like it where Kat and I could form new memories.

Kat packed up our things, and we got in the car, opting for breakfast out along the way. There was a diner that we had stopped at for breakfast several times before. The food was cheap and greasy but it held a certain appeal anyway. Kat was fond of their homemade hash browns, and I was fond of a happy Kat.

She talked joyfully around her breakfast and filled me in on all the latest school news. She was already picking the year's troublemakers out of her class. She was an incredible teacher, and her students loved her almost as much as I did.

I filled her in on my last set of classes and professors. She teased me mercilessly about a female professor that she knew had a crush on me. I'd had to take this particular professor twice and both times she had explained in no uncertain terms an easier way that I could earn my grade. Fortunately for me, I could manage just by studying. She was absolutely nasty, and I already belonged to Kat anyway. It had become a bit of an inside joke, when I told Kat that I would leave her for Dr. Spelic.

We had an incredibly enjoyable time, just the two of us, as husband and wife, eating breakfast and driving through the foothills. We rode with the windows down, and I frequently looked over just to watch her hair blow around in the wind. When we got to the house, Kat got a book and sat on the patio absorbing the last of the sun's rays before it would hide for the winter.

I wanted to go for a jog, so I left her with her book and headed off on one of the many hiking trails. I was working up a good sweat by the time I reached my turnaround point. It felt good to work my muscles like this.

Letting my mind drift, I filtered through thoughts of Kat and our wedding. It had been a perfect, quiet island wedding. Kat wore a thin white sundress that made both my heart and my cock ache. She looked absolutely radiant.

I was planning to ask my mother to plan a new wedding for us, just as I had told my father. She would want the experience, and I felt badly that I had to exclude her from it the first time. I would be done with school by then, so maybe we could give my mother a big wedding before we disappeared from my father's sight. I didn't have a concrete plan for all of this yet, but I was going to need one soon. The time was drawing near.

I pushed my feet harder as I got closer to the house. I wanted to get back and spend some time with Kat. It might be a good night for a bonfire tonight.

As I rounded the corner that brought the house in sight, I heard Kat's voice. Who on earth was she talking to out here? The closest neighbors weren't really that close and most of these houses were only occupied during the ski season anyway. Maybe some late golfers or hikers?

I skidded to a stop when I realized the truth. My father. She was talking to my father. His low voice was unmistakable. I hadn't called them to see if they had weekend plans. I always checked before we came out here to make sure that they wouldn't be here, but this was a last minute decision, and I had forgotten. How could I have forgotten something so important?

My heart caught in my throat. Oh God, I was completely unprepared for this. I had to get to her.

"Dad!" I said as warmly as I could, stepping up onto the stone patio. "What a pleasant surprise."

"You too, son," he replied. "I had no idea that you would bring Kat here. You can imagine my shock when I saw her sunning on the patio."

"Yes, I'm very sorry. I should have called to say that we were coming."

I wondered what they had talked about. Did he ask her if she had been here before? How would she have responded? We were pretending, the other night at dinner, that we had only known each other for a short while, when in reality we'd been together nearly six years. This could get complicated very quickly.

Kat saved me with her quick thinking.

"I was just telling your father how lovely I thought the house was. I'm glad you finally decided to bring me here. It's even prettier than you described."

Thank you Kat! She had told him this was her first time here. That was good.

I looked at my father. He was frowning at Kat. He had a “speak only when spoken to” type of attitude about women, and he thought her addition to the conversation was inappropriate.

"I thought Kat should become better acquainted with our properties," I said directly to my father, ignoring my wife completely. I was telling him in so many words that I had brought Kat here as part of her initiation into our family. I was showing her what would be hers when she became my wife. This was a concept that my father understood. He thought that impressing women with money would bind them more strongly to me. He never did understand relationships.

"Of course," he replied. "I am looking forward to spending more time with you both. Your mother is in the kitchen. Go and say hello to her while I finish my discussion with Kat."

My feet were frozen to the stones below them. I couldn't leave her alone with him. We had to get out of here.

"Why don't we all go together? I'm sure Mother would like to say hello to Kat as well."

My father gave me a stern look that clearly told me that I was not to question his judgment, but I was once again saved, this time by my mother.

"David, darling," she said, stepping out onto the patio. "I thought I heard you come up. Kat said you'd gone for a run."

"Yes. I had a lovely jog up to the overlook."

"Would anyone like some iced tea? I've just made a pitcher."

Kat responded, "I'd love some. I'll come in with you."

She stood and grabbed her jacket from where it was draped over the patio wall. She hid herself from my father's gaze with it and then joined Ellen in the kitchen.

When they were safely out of earshot my father turned back to me. "She has lovely skin," he said. "I'll bet she bruises easily."

She was wearing a light dress, one I had always liked. When it had pulled up behind her as she stood, he’d been able to see the backs of her thighs. He was telling me that he had noticed her lack of bruising. When I had flogged Kat last night I hadn't hit her hard enough to leave marks. He expected her to bear my marks at all times. I didn't have a good answer for him. I needed to think quickly if I was going to get out of this.

"She had to have a physical yesterday," I lied. "The start of the school year they drug test and do a basic health screening on all of the teachers. It would have been unwise to attract attention."

He seemed to buy that excuse. "I hate it when those types of things are necessary. It's no one else’s business what you do in your own home. I'm sure you'll be eager to rectify that situation today. Did you bring her here for the added privacy?"

My father thought that I lived in campus housing. He paid for a dorm-style living arrangement for me that I never used. I kept a few things there for when they would visit me at school, just in case they ever checked, which they never did. He did not know that Kat lived with me off campus. He thought that I had neighbors. He thought that I brought her here so that no one would hear her scream. What a sick fuck. Only he would think of that.