Bound to Me Page 12

  Kat slunk out of the car and went into the house and straight upstairs. She passed Connie on the way up the flight of stairs, dropping her head as he passed on his way down to the ground floor. Jack had said no talking.

  Jack gave her a few minutes to get in the house. It gave him time to cool off. She had him so worked up he couldn’t think straight. Coming into the house, he saw Connie puttering in the kitchen. “I just passed a sad little sub in the hallway.”

  “That woman is driving me insane, Connie. I lost it with her, completely and totally lost it. I could have hurt her. She’s tiny, so fucking tiny and I snapped and lost my head. All that Dom training went right out the window. I was wild, man, lost to feeling. I could have hurt her.”

  “She didn’t look hurt, Jack, she looked sad with a side of pissed off.”

  “She disobeyed me. She’s earned a punishment.”

  Connie chuckled. “Well, that explains the side of pissed off. She’s got a temper on her.” Seeing that Jack was still beating himself up, Connie sighed loudly. “Jack, she’s fine, you didn’t hurt her. It’s good for you to lose control occasionally, Hell, that makes you a little more human in my eyes. She’s yours, Jack. You are going to feel more strongly with her. I’m sure your dad could tell you stories about him and your mom…”

  “Stop right there, Connie, I don’t even want to think about my mother and father in a Dom/sub relationship, it’s too much.”

  “I’m just saying, Jack, I know you, you’d never hurt that girl. Ease up on yourself. It’s awful quiet up there you better make sure she hasn’t started burning the place down.”

  Jack made his way up the stairs, wondering what he’d find, a contrite little sub or the hellion who’d made herself come twelve inches from her Dom after being told not to. He couldn’t help the smile that flitted across his face. She was going to keep him on his toes. It seemed the days of compliant, well-behaved subs were a thing of the past. Walking through the doorway, he was greeted with the prettiest sight. His little sub naked, head bowed, knees spread wide, and pussy glistening. She’d followed his directions perfectly.

  Closing the door behind him, he walked past her into the closet removing his jacket and tie. When he came back out she hadn’t moved a muscle. What a good girl she was being, too bad this was only the first part of her punishment.

  Kat listened to Jack walk around the room, completely ignoring her. She’d been so angry coming in here… Okay, angry and sad. Angry that he was treating her like a child, angry that he cared so little for her he’d make her sit naked in front of his door. Anyone could have walked by and seen her like this. She was sad that Jack wasn’t pleased with her. He’d asked so little from her, don’t come, and she’d just had to do it. It wasn’t like the man hadn’t given her a zillion orgasms in three days. She knew in her heart of hearts he’d take care of her, but she’d just had to push him. Why did she push him though? He’d proved himself again and again. She even knew deep down he’d never have made her sit here naked at anyone’s mercy. Connie was a Dom, he knew when she’d come up the stairs she was in trouble. Jack had known they’d have privacy. He’d just needed her to acknowledge, to trust him to keep her safe. To know what she needed.

  “Katherine, you are beyond words, so naturally submissive, spread wide and waiting. Did you think about your punishment?”

  Kat shook her head, then gave a surprised hiss as Jack tunneled a hand into her hair, pulling hard enough to sting. It had to be wrong her core pulsed at the feeling.

  “Katherine, did you think about your punishment?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Jack said nothing, staring into her eyes until she dropped her eyes from his gaze.

  “I wanted to push you.” Kat whispered the words, almost ashamed of herself.

  “Why would you do that, Katherine?”

  Sighing in defeat, she told him the entire sad truth. “I wanted to make you angry, angry enough you’d show your true colors. I wanted you to think I wasn’t worth the trouble and just got ahead and break our agreement… before I fall for you anymore than I already have.”

  Jack almost dropped to his knees then and there and crushed her to him at that admission, but he couldn’t let her try to top from the bottom.

  “Did I react as you expected?”

  “Yes, oh God, yes. That’s why I’m so scared, you’re too good to be true, Sir.” Kat looked up from the floor and found Jack staring down at her without emotion. Damn him for being so in control. She felt like her world was tilting on its axis and he looked as if he was discussing the weather.

  “Poor, little sub. You will learn to trust your Dom… without question. I told you from the beginning I had every intention of keeping you, you are mine. I gave you the week because you needed that illusion to assuage whatever guilt you harbored over your need for kink.” Walking over to the bedside table Jack removed an anal plug, bigger than the last one he’d used, a tube of lubricant, and clitoris stimulator. Then he positioned himself at the end of the bed. “Katherine I want you to get up, walk to me, and drape yourself over my lap so that we may dispense with the second part of your punishment.”

  Kat’s head flew up at his instructions. Second part? Looking over she saw the items next to him on the bed. Oh, shit. “That’s ten for your hesitation, Katherine. Don’t make me add more.” Jack just stopped himself from chuckling aloud as she practically flew across the room and over his lap.

  “I’m going to plug you again, Katherine. This one is larger. Almost the size of my cock. You will take it all without fighting me, do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Jack slowly removed the small plug and rubbed her ass in soothing movements. “Beautiful.”

  Kat relaxed over Jack’s lap, allowing herself to trust in Jack to take care of her. Once again he tilted her ass slightly so she was open for him. “What’s your safe word, Katherine?”

  “Root beer, Sir.”

  “Good, use it if you need it. We’ll stop and talk about what is causing your anxiety and try to work through it if it’s just a fear or stop all together if you are in pain.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Kat sucked in a breath when she felt his fingers skimming along her pussy. She was in a constant state of wetness since he’d come into her world. Today was no different. She jerked when she felt a hard plastic object enter her there. “Stop moving, Katherine. This is a clit stimulator, feel that tiny little protrusion rubbing your clit. When I turn on the vibration it’ll hum across that sweet little button continuously. It’s going to feel so good, but you are not going to orgasm until I give you permission. This is the second part of your punishment.”

  Kat dropped her head. Oh, this was so not going to be good.

  Jack lubed up the plug with a cooling lubricant that should help her take it easier. “Relax your back, Katherine, don’t fight it. Come on, breathe with me.” Jack slowly worked the large plug up her rectum. Until it was past that tight wall of muscle and seated fully in her back hole. Working the “handle” of the plug he gave her a few little thrusts and twists loving the sounds she made. His sub did like her ass filled. Grabbing the remote for the stimulator he sat it on a nice medium speed and watched as the little hummingbird stimulated her clit to almost unbearable levels.

  “You earned ten swats, Katherine. Count them out.”

  “Oh my God, Sir, it’s too much!” Kat wailed before he’d landed the first strike.

  “You will take it, Katherine.”

  She could do this, she could give him this. “Yes, Sir.”

  The first swat landed on her left ass cheek with a fiery sting. “One.”

  The second landed on her right ass cheek. “Two.”

  The third he put on her swollen slit. “Three.”

  The fourth on her thigh. “Four.” Kat felt the swats, but the sting had left and now the heat radiated across her buttocks into her slit causing it to pulse in time with her heartbeat. She felt light as a feather on Jack’s la
p. “Nine.” As if at any moment she could lift off and fly into the ether. “Ten.”

  “You are so beautiful, Katherine. Your skin is rosy from my hand, your ass is plugged for my pleasure and that sweet hot pussy is dripping an invitation.”

  Kat vaguely heard Jack speaking. The stimulator was working her clit relentlessly, and her whole body wanted to fly away.

  Jack knew she was seconds away from subspace. Pressing the control on the stimulator he changed it pulsing vibrate. “Katherine, come for me.”

  Kat heard those magical words and felt herself float off Jack’s lap and into the nice deep cushion of air somewhere high above the world.

  Jack could probably drill holes with his dick at this point. She’d been magnificent. The moment her body had stopped twitching from the aftershocks, he’d removed the stimulator and cleaned her. She’d not moved a muscle, still firmly in that special place little subbies went when you hit all their buttons. He had her resting on his chest, her head tucked into his neck, covered in a blanket, a bottle of water waiting when she came back to him.

  Kat was aware she was no longer over Jack’s lap, and she could smell his unique scent and feel that slight beard stubble he got at the end of the day. Her mind felt like cotton, mushy and useless. She felt his hard chest under her hands and his much harder erection pressing against her buttocks. Yummy, hopefully she’d get to take care of that for him.

  “Welcome back, sunshine. Here, drink this. I don’t want you dehydrated. Are you warm enough? Sore?”

  Kat hid her smile behind the water bottle. Big Bad Dom was in full on aftercare mode, it was the sweetest thing ever. She’d read about this in some of her books, but thought maybe it was exaggerated by the authors to make BDSM sound more appealing. Who wouldn’t want a hot guy pampering them after a hot interlude? “Thank you, Sir, I feel wonderful.” Kat handed him back the water bottle, he frowned when he saw she’d only taken a few sips. She snuggled into his hard body, enjoying the feel of him wrapped around her. “May I take care of this, sir?” Kat gave a little wiggle over his erection.

  Jack smiled at his sub. “Oh, you will, Katherine. In time.”

  Kat couldn’t help the squeal that escaped when he somehow flipped her onto her stomach and out of the blanket cocoon. “Pull yourself up to your knees, Katherine. Spread your arms wide, and rest your chest on the bed.”

  Kat gave him what he asked for, dropping her chest to the mattress, which tilted her ass higher in the air and spread her cheeks slightly. “You're stunning, Katherine. My plug in your ass and a sopping wet pussy presented so beautifully. Looking at this lush bounty has made me suddenly ravenous.”

  Jack grabbed both ass cheeks to hold her steady and laved her pussy in one long stroke of that wicked tongue. She jerked in reaction and was met with a smart slap to her ass. “Stop. If you make me hurt you with all that jerking I’ll tie your arms and hands to the bed and strap the stimulator to your clit until you’re a quivering mess.” Licking and sucking and biting, he was relentless. She tried her best to stay perfectly still but the more he licked the more she undulated.

  Feeling her getting close, Jack began moving her hips giving her more friction, fucking her with his tongue and letting her ride it. With a keening wail she went over and Jack greedily licked every drop of from her slit. “Cinnamon and vanilla spice, yum.”

  A week ago if you’d told her she’d be on her hands and knees letting a wickedly handsome man lick her pussy she’d have laughed herself silly. Kat Robertson was not that kind of woman.

  Kat felt him get to his knees behind her and grasp the plug. For a few minutes she’d forgotten the big thing was shoved up her butt. Slowly he began to twist and stroke the walls of her channel. It felt so good, each drag ran across nerve endings she didn’t know she had. He slowly worked it out, her ass felt so empty now. “Look at that little grasping hole, it wants to be filled, baby.” Jumping from the feel of cold lube she relaxed when Jack placed a hand on the small of her back. “This is going to be so good, Katherine. You’ll want me here all the time.”

  Feeling the head of his cock start to breach her, she tensed. Jack again placed a hand on her back, urging her to relax and let him in. He fed it into her slowly, loving the tight slide of this forbidden little hole. He would be her first here, her only. By the time he was fully seated, sweat coated his body. Reaching down to their joined bodies, he ran a finger over swollen and drenched pussy folds. Oh, she was still with him. “I knew you’d love this, Katherine.”

  “You fill me up, Jack. It’s so full, I ache again. Please, I think I need you to move, make the ache go away, Sir. Please!”

  Jack moved slowly at first watching her body greedily eat him up. She was moaning with each glide out and in. He wasn’t going to last, she felt too good. Reaching between them, he thrust two fingers into her core and started shuttling hard into her ass. She broke almost instantly pulsing on his fingers causing tremors along the thin barrier that separated him from her pussy. He continued to pound into her ass in heavy thrusts. Feeling his balls draw tight, his hands tightened their grip on her hips, no doubt leaving marks. One final thrust and he shot his seed into the tip of the condom. Fuck, never like this, he’d fucked his share of women but those memories had been erased by this small little woman shuddering in his arms.

  Pulling out carefully, he made his way to the bathroom and disposed of the rubber. Grabbing a washcloth, he ran it under cool water. Opening up the drawer under the sink he found the cream that should help with any soreness Kat might have. After that session, she was going to be sore.

  Kat slapped at the hand holding the cold wet towel as it ran over her ass. She hated cold anything and being startled from her semi-sleeping state with a weird wet willy was not fun. “Katherine, I will bind your hands if you don’t stop.”

  “Jack, what are you doing?”

  “You’re going to be sore. You slept through me cleaning you. This and the cream will help with that stretched feeling until I can get your bath drawn.”

  Now that he’d mentioned it Kat was starting to feel aches and tenderness. She allowed him to place the cloth in between her legs and sighed when the slight tingling sensations subsided. “Good girl. Leave it there until I come get you.”

  Watching his muscular ass move into the bathroom, she couldn’t help the smile crossing her face. Ruth was right. He was all hubba, hubba. She’d never had a man care for her, at least not like that. Sure Mark, her ex, had helped around the house and if she were sick, he’d made sure she was ok. It wasn’t that he’d been uncaring. He just hadn’t been that involved. They’d gotten married early, just like their parents before them and settled into a routine of sorts. He worked, she worked. He paid for his stuff, she paid for her stuff. Over the years they’d grown up and apart, two completely different people than they’d been at nineteen. She’d known the marriage was in trouble, mostly her fault, sex had always been an issue and the issue hadn’t resolved itself like she hoped it would with more experience.

  Hell, that was why she’d bought her first erotica book. She’d been online looking for books on spicing up your marriage and ran across a Cherise Sinclair book. The blurb had been intriguing, so she’d written it down then hightailed it off to the bookstore. Half a book and a ruined pair of panties later she’d been hooked. Taking a note from the author she’d ordered some “toys” for them to play with and read up on a D/s relationship. Excited couldn’t begin to describe how she felt when the toys arrived.

  When Mark had come home from work she’d made him dinner, showered, and then led him into the bedroom. He’d been delighted at her initiative and stripped down to nothing but a hard on. Feeling brave and horny she’d bent over the bed and asked him to spank her. He’d laughed and landed a couple of glancing pats, then shoved his dick in her and it was over in seconds. Fail number one.

  The next time she had the toys out on the bed when she’d pulled him into their room. He’d looked bewildered at the dildo, vibrator, soft binding
s and lube. Before he’d had a chance to protest, she’d started sucking his dick and asked him to fuck her with the dildo while he spanked her. He’d half-heartedly started fucking her with the hard dildo and barely putting anything behind the swats to her ass, when she came. Came louder and longer than she ever had in her life. She’d felt so good in that moment that she’d not noticed his dick deflating. Fail number two. Hugging him happily and sated for the first time in years the world had opened wide.

  Slowly she’d noticed a change in Mark’s attitude. He’d started making remarks about her “smutty” books. Then he’d stop wanting sex, then the worst had happened. She’d walked into the living room of their home to find boxes and suitcases stacked haphazardly. “I can’t do it anymore, Kat. You need something I can’t give you. I hadn’t realized until that first time with the toys you have never enjoyed sex with me. The look on your face, I’d never put that look on your face, but a fucking plastic dick made you scream. I can’t beat you in bed, it feels wrong to hit a woman, and I can’t be that man. When I’m with a woman I just want to have sex, man on woman. Without the dildos, without treating you like shit. I’m leaving. Take the house, take whatever is left in the bank, I want a woman who needs me, not a bunch of freak toys to make her happy. I don’t blame you so much as I blame those damn books you got hooked on. That ain’t real Katie-did. That’s not natural, those things they do in those books. No woman should want a man to hit on her, should need all that extra stuff to get off. You need to go get some help.”

  He’d left. After years together, he just left because she was a freak who got off on being beaten and using toys. She’d moved back to Barton after the divorce was finalized feeling ashamed and dirty. Sex had been shut up in a box, taped closed, and put away. She had a vibrator, of course, but if she used it, she always felt dirty and unnatural. She’d not read one of her books in years. Then sweet little Emma had casually placed one on the table one evening while looking for her keys in her bag. Kat had eyed that book like an addict looking for a hit. Emma, noticing her stillness, asked if she wanted to borrow it. Kat had snatched it up and read it in hours. So, contrary to what Jack believed, she did know a tiny little bit about his world. She just refused to acknowledge she was a sub. She couldn’t deal with the fact she liked to be told what to do, at least in the bedroom. Even with reading the books she’d not given a guy a second glance in years. Until Jack Kincaid had helped her fix a flat tire, then every hormone in her body had sat up and taken notice.