Desire's Awakening (18 page)

“Mmmm.”

“You’re enjoying this. Good.”

Though she could not see him, she was keenly aware of where he was. She felt the heat from his hands and the slight friction of skin against skin as his fingers worked their way from her ankles to her hips. She heard his movements around the bed as he positioned himself to apply the right pressure. As if his touch was magic, every tense muscle that he massaged on her body relaxed.

He stopped momentarily and she wondered why he had abandoned her. Then she felt a drip of something hot and wet on her nipple. It stung briefly, then cooled and hardened immediately…ah, candle wax. Several more drips of the wax fell on her breast. Each time she felt it hit, her body arched into the momentary sting of heat, then relaxed as the droplets cooled and turned into little pools of wax.

“This is called ‘waxing’. I’m using candles made especially for the Jewish holidays, which burn a lot cooler. What do you think?”

“Sir, I like it. There’s a bit of heat at the moment of impact, then it’s gone.”

“Ready for more?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

She felt the liquid wax drip on her other nipple and sighed as it cooled. There was a pause between droplets and she realized that he was waiting for her reaction before dripping more on her flesh, working his way down her abdomen. When he got to her mound, he dripped wax directly on her clit. The pleasure shot through her as though little electric volts were hitting her G-spot.

“Do you want more or have you had enough?”

“Sir, I like this, but I don’t know. What else do you have in mind?”

“Oh this is only the beginning.” He took off her mask and set aside the candle. She watched him gently pull the cooled wax from her skin. The oil made his task easy. Still, the pulling sensation on her skin was very sensuous.

He positioned himself between her legs on his elbows, looking down upon her. She raised her head off the pillow as far as she could in her restrained position as she wanted to watch what he was doing. He licked from her crease to her clit then flicked his tongue against her over and over again until it became prominent. His teeth bit tenderly into her stiffened clit and she moaned in pleasure. She thought she’d died and gone to heaven when he pulled her outer lips into his mouth and began sucking on them. The tugging sensation nearly drove her wild.

She felt one long finger slide into her pussy and didn’t know whether to concentrate on his mouth or his finger. Both were doing a great job of driving her crazy. She tugged at her bonds and then understood their purpose. She could not reach his head or close her legs.

When he put a second finger in her and started a slow twisting and turning, she wrenched her body sideways. The new sensation brought a heightened awareness of every sensory nerve.

“You like that, don’t you? I’m going to fist you tonight. Do you know what that means?”

“Yes Sir. I read about it.”

“Good, then you know I’m going to stretch you down here to make you big enough to put my entire fist inside.”

“Sir, I…I don’t think you can do that. I’m small and tight.”

“Trust me. I’ve done it many times. My hands are not that large. They can fit inside you. But you must relax so I don’t tear you. Let your juices flow over my hand. You always have your safe word if you get concerned.”

Though a little hesitant and unsure about the entire procedure, she also knew he would not hurt her. “Okay, Sir, as you wish.”

“Good girl.”

His tongue flicked her clit again. It had become extremely sensitive because of his incessant teasing. She closed her eyes and arched her back. The man really knew how to turn her on and she felt herself become wet all over again. His palm pressed down upon her mound, trapping her clit beneath it while three fingers slipped inside. She felt him opening his fingers as he twisted and turned them inside her.

“You should see how my hand is covered in your juices. You’re doing fine. Here goes the fourth finger.”

She felt pressure against her insides as the fourth finger slipped in, yet it didn’t hurt, just gave her the sensation of being very full. It was as if a very large cock moved inside her in ways a normal cock could not. When his thumb was added, his hand twisted in and out of her. The pressure became more pronounced. His movements continued unabated and she heard sucking sounds as her juices eased his entry.

“I have my entire fist in you now,” he said, looking up at her.

Oh my! That’s amazing
!

Kat watched him turn his hand from one side to the other and the pressure on her G-spot built. She leaned back and tried to suppress the feeling that any minute she would explode.

Her moans of pleasure increased with the rhythm of his movements. She desired a sweet release but knew she must wait for his command.

“Come for me, now!”

Relieved, she burst into an explosive orgasm, the muscles inside her clamping down on his hand. The orgasm was so hard that it gave her a brief headache. Never before had she experienced such an intense feeling of release. She came again and again. After the last quivering of her inner muscles, her body went limp.

She felt Sir Damien ease his fist slowly from inside her, twisting and turning as he had when he filled her. Then he moved up her body and kissed her. It was a possessive kiss, one that said she belonged to him, body and soul. She tasted her come and champagne on his lips and smelled her sex. Reaching to the side, he picked up a small hand towel and wiped her wetness off him. He tossed it aside and framed her face with his hands, brushing her hair back from her face.

“Good girl.”

He smiled down at her and the planes of his face illuminated by the candles made him look strikingly handsome. Adonis would have tough competition from this man. He reached over and gently tugged on the silk ties until they released from her wrists and then reached down to untie her ankles. When he came back up to regard her, he kissed her once again deeply then rolled over to the other pillow facing her.

“You will pleasure me in a few minutes, but right now I want you to relax and allow your inner muscles to contract.” He pulled her tightly against him and breathed in deeply.

“For your first fisting, you did very well. By relaxing and enjoying it, you were able to coat my hand with your juices so it did not rip your insides. However, you are still quite stretched and your insides need to shrink. Already they have started the process, but it will take a day to be fully back to normal size.”

Her inner muscles throbbed as she nodded her understanding.

He was quiet for a minute, studying her face intently. She sensed he had something important to say to her and was weighing his words. His eyes looked almost black in the semi-darkness of the room. “I want to explain something.”

“Sir, truly, it’s not necessary.”

He smacked her rear end. “That was for speaking without permission. Do not interrupt me again. I have something important to tell you.” His eyes bore into hers with an intensity she rarely saw.

“I haven’t been like this with anyone for the past three years. Ever since Sara died, I locked away my heart, my soul and my body. Something inside me died that day with her. I haven’t felt the desire to hold another woman in my arms, or to make love to another woman. I’ve been numb.

Then you arrived and changed everything. You made me realize that I am still a young man with desires that need to be satisfied. I am not desecrating her memory by doing this. Somehow I know she understands and I’m at peace with it. I can let her go now. Being with you makes me feel alive again. I can’t tell you how much that means to me. Thank you for bringing me back.”

She stroked his face and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Permission to speak, Sir?”

“Yes, now you may respond.”

“Sir, you are the most wonderful man I have ever met. I am so happy that I helped you. You deserve the best. My only desire is to please you, Sir.”

“And that you do, girl.”

She rose up on an elbow and drew a fingernail down his chest. As she got close to his cock, it jumped at her.

“Oh!” She giggled.

“Natural reaction,” he said, smiling.

“I believe it’s time you pleasured me.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pushed her head in the direction of his cock. “Suck.”

Kat decided to try something else she had learned from all her recent studying. Her fingers found a pressure spot on both legs where his thighs met his abs. With her fingertips, she pushed up simultaneously on both spots, hitting the arteries, which forced extra blood into his cock. She saw the surprise on his face when he realized that she knew about the very points where he was most vulnerable.

His hands balled into fists at his side and he pounded the bed as she took his cock deep into her throat and sucked on it, imitating the motion of her insides grasping it. A groan escaped his lips. She sensed he was trying to hold back an orgasm to prolong her sensuous assault. Purposely, she licked under the crown with the tip of her tongue and drew her palm down the front of his cock along the bulging vein.

He moaned. “You’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”

“Do you wish me to stop, Sir?” She looked up momentarily at him.

“No talking. Suck! I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.” He smacked her butt again. When she lowered her mouth down on him again, he groaned, grasping the satin sheet in his hands. His head was thrown back against the pillow and his face was skewed in pleasurable agony.

She noticed that the tip was stretched taut and so very, very red. The gaping hole glistened with a drop of his come. She licked it off gently, remembering not to dip her tongue in there, and tasted the sweet saltiness of him.

“You taste so good, Sir.”

“Grrrrr!” he growled as he succumbed to a strong orgasm. She lowered her breasts so he could come on her.

He shivered as the last of his come gushed forth and dribbled down the head of his cock. Taking a deep breath, she saw him look over at her.

“You have trouble obeying orders tonight. I continually had to remind you not to speak. I know we’re in my room, but this is still a training session and I expect you to follow the rules we established early on. Your spanking tomorrow morning will be discipline for this infraction.”

She hung her head and nodded, accepting his reprimand. She wanted to tell him how amazing he was, but now she was afraid to speak.

“Now, get a warm cloth and clean my cock.”

She bounded off the bed into the bathroom and rinsed the come off her chest. Then, she soaked a washcloth in hot water and carried it back to him with a dry towel slung over her forearm.

He watched her closely from the moment she returned to bed. With the cloth, she gently washed off the head of his cock then cleaned his balls, stomach and the rest of his cock. She used the towel to pat him dry. He smiled.

“Come here.”

She tossed the cloths on the floor and climbed into bed with him, snuggling into his open arms.

“Mmmm, you feel good right here.”

She tried to stifle a yawn, but it was too overpowering. He laughed.

“You’re tired. It’s been a long day.”

“Sorry, Sir. Oh, I did it again.”

“It’s all right. Apology accepted.”

He sat up and took her hands in his hands, his eyes boring deep into hers. “You will sleep with me tonight. Here, in my bed.”

Shocked, she placed her hand across her mouth. It was her wildest hope and her most dreaded nightmare. Her heart beat wildly and she felt dizzy.

She couldn’t say no, though in the back of her mind she knew there might be repercussions from taking such a risk.

“Permission to speak, Sir?”

“Granted.”

“I would like that very much, Sir.”

“Good.”

He got out of bed and walked around the room, blowing out the candles one by one. The room became shrouded in darkness with the exception of the final candle. He crawled in bed beside her and extinguished the solitary flame.

“Come.”

Lying on his side, he pulled her into him until they lay in the spooning position. His chest moved against her back as he inhaled her scent. “Rest. I will not require you to service me any more tonight. We’re going to have a busy day tomorrow preparing for Saturday’s party. You have done enough.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“One more thing. A sub’s spot is at the bottom of her Dominant’s bed. When I fall asleep, you will move into your proper position. I just want to hold you for a while. Good night.”

She lay quietly and started to drift off to sleep, content in the arms of the man she loved. Her eyes popped open suddenly at the thought.
Did the word “love” go through my mind?
Damn! I can’t give him my heart.
Tears spilled down her cheeks onto the pillow.

Regardless of how she felt about him, it would be over in a few weeks when she was taken to the auction. Her training package would be sold to someone new and she would have to learn to love another man. Regardless of how she wished she could pursue her blossoming feelings for the Trainer, she reminded herself that she had to stop the feeling. She hoped it wasn’t too late.

Chapter Thirteen

Kaitlin awoke at nine Friday morning and looked at the empty pillow where Damien had slept. She had moved to the end of the bed as instructed and vaguely recalled him waking her briefly to say that she could stay for a while before going to her room.

A knock at the door frightened her and she pulled the sheet up to her chest, praying it was not Corinne.

“Yes?” She cringed as the door swung open.

Melissa, dressed in her French maid’s outfit, entered the bedroom bearing a tray of food. Kaitlin sighed in relief.

“For you from Sir Damien,” the young submissive said, placing the food on the little table in front of a large leather chair. Kat was shocked that Melissa spoke to her and even more surprised that Damien had sent her breakfast.

Kat wrapped the sheet around her body and padded over to the easy chair. Her favorite meal of hot oatmeal, strawberries and herbal tea lay before her. A red rose in a bud vase decorated the setting.
How thoughtful Sir is
,
but he’s making it even more difficult to have to leave him soon.