Desire's Awakening (26 page)

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One batch of girls out and another one in…that was the routine around the house, Kat observed. Damien was certainly a busy man and his business thrived. She wondered how many subs he had trained since he started three years ago. Now she understood why he didn’t have time for a full-time relationship. He never stopped working.

She knocked on his open office door Monday morning, waiting for him to address her before entering. He looked up from his paperwork briefly to acknowledge her then went back to work.

“Yes? Come in.”

She walked cautiously into the room, not wanting to interrupt his concentration as he made notes on the file before him.

“Sit.”

“Sir, I thought perhaps you could use some help. I know you’ve taken all duties away from Corinne, and now with Dolly gone, you don’t have a head sub to give directions to the girls. In addition, you seem to be working much harder doing all this paperwork. I have office skills and would be more than happy to do anything you want, Sir.”

Damien raised his head and his eyes locked with hers. She saw telltale blue crescents under his bloodshot eyes. The extra hours he was putting in were taking a toll on him. He must have been staying up late at night. But was he working or doing something else?

“Yes, I am buried in paperwork. In fact, I’ve placed an ad in the paper for a secretary and will be interviewing three girls this week. I hope that she’ll be able to start soon. But in the meantime, I could use some help until she arrives. Could you do some filing and faxing for me?”

“Sir, it would be my pleasure.”

He handed her a stack of papers.

“I need these filed in the cabinet over there. I also need new files made. Here’s a list of the names. The label-maker is in the bottom drawer of the file cabinet.”

“Yes Sir.” She got to work right away.

There was a knock on the door and Mrs. Swenson walked in.

“Come in, Mrs. Swenson. I was just going to ask for you. Have a seat.”

Kaitlin felt Mrs. Swenson’s stare right through her back. She was sure the elderly woman wondered what she was up to.

“I wanted to go over the list of people to invite to this Saturday’s party. Do you have any more names to add to this list?”

“No, there are no additions unless we get a Gothic girl or guy in the program. If we do, there’s this really unusual Goth couple we could invite. But for now, let’s go with this list. Make sure Sir Vincent isn’t invited.”

“As you wish.”

“Is there something else you wanted, Mrs. Swenson?”

Kat turned around to look the woman straight in the eye. She saw a spark of interest that unnerved her. Mrs. Swenson lowered her gaze to Kat’s pussy and Kat shivered. With less than two weeks left at the house, she hoped to avoid a confrontation with the woman.

“No, that will be all for now.”

“Good. Then you’re dismissed.”

Kat returned to the large stack of filing. The phone rang and Damien spoke to Dr. Fischer, making an appointment for her to visit again next Thursday, two days before Kat would go to auction. Kat knew the girls all had to have a clean bill of health provided by Dr. Fischer as part of their training package when it was sold. The end seemed very close now and though she tried to concentrate on what she was doing, she was distracted by thoughts of what would happen to her on auction day.

“I’m expecting a total of three new girls in Thursday, so I haven’t made the training schedule for this week.”

Kat raised her head and looked at Sir Damien. Well, now she knew who the new files were for. “Sir, I don’t mind. I understand. Are these girls owned subs, Sir?”

“No, actually, they’re all novices, like you were. Two are Hispanic girls from north Miami and one is from Cuba. Guess I’ll have to brush up on my Spanish, because they only speak broken English.”

“Sorry, Sir. I can’t help you there. I took French in school, Sir.”

He laughed and she loved the sound. She hadn’t heard it for some time.

“Don’t worry. I’m part Spanish. I’ll just call my grandmother and speak to her for an hour and it will all come back.”

“I didn’t know that, Sir. From your dark hair, eyes and tan complexion, I thought you were Italian, Sir.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me. I’m a mixture of Italian, Spanish and American Indian. But mostly Spanish. What nationality are you?”

“Sir, I’m a mixture of many nationalities so I just say I’m American.”

He laughed. “Yes, as we all can.”

The phone rang again. It was Miss Tiffany.

“No, stay home if you’re not feeling well. I’ll have Kaitlin prepare dinner. Hope you feel better.” Kat saw Damien shake his head. “Well, it looks like you’re going to be very busy yourself today,” he said. “Dinner’s on you.”

“Sir, I heard. That’s fine. I just need to know how many mouths I’m feeding.”

He locked gazes with hers and time froze. She licked her lips nervously, feeling as though he had put a spell upon her, drawing out her sexuality from cold storage. Suddenly the room felt hot and she could feel her pulse pounding in her head.

Slowly, he rose from his desk and walked to the door. She heard the click of the lock. He swung around and walked toward her with determined steps. She accepted his extended hand to stand and the files fell from her lap onto the floor. Damien led her to his desk, pushing her down on her knees in front of him.

“Right now I need you to feed
your
mouth.” He unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor, then leaned against his desk. His cock stood stiff as a flagpole in front of her face.

Kat looked up at him and smiled. It had been much too long since they had had any physical contact and she desperately missed it. She reminded herself to keep her heart out of it and just be the pleasure sub he needed now. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and placed her mouth on top of it. He smelled musky and lightly cologned. The combination drove her wild.

The moment she took his cock into the warm cavern of her mouth, he leaned back, sucked in air and closed his eyes. She worked her way up and down the firm flesh, making sure to cover every inch with her tongue. He moaned his pleasure as he held onto her shoulders. Her other hand grasped his balls and pulled down on them, massaging in rhythm with her mouth.

“God, I missed this!” His deep voice touched a chord inside her.

Kat was thrilled to hear those words. It was good to know that she was not the only one who felt the pain of separation. She pushed against his chest and he leaned farther back on the desk then scooted his butt toward her. He spread his knees wide for her and braced his hands on his desk. Kat was pleased to see that he knew exactly what she was going to do.

Kaitlin sucked his balls, one at a time, deep into her mouth. Her finger played along the sensitive skin between the base of his balls and his anus. She could tell she was doing the right thing because she heard his fists slamming into the desktop every so often.
He may be the Dom but I’m the one with the power now
. She could easily control him with her mouth. It was a heady experience, knowing he gave his full trust to her. She could easily hurt him with her teeth, but she would not dare to do that.

Licking a finger, she slipped it into his anus and moved it in and out. His face was skewed into what appeared to be agony, yet she knew he was experiencing sweet torture. He loved it. She went deeper inside until she felt the tip of his prostate. When she massaged it, his cock jumped.

She pulled her finger out and ran her tongue around his cock while her hand pumped up and down along the hard ridge caused by the bulging vein. It grew steadily thicker with every stroke. By the time she came back up to the tip of his cock, come was already glistening in the small hole. She licked the liquid that escaped. Her hands reached up to massage his abdomen and he grabbed them and pulled her to him. She leaned forward and kissed him so he could taste himself on her.

His mouth clamped down hard on hers as his hand dug ferociously into her scalp, holding her close to him. Like a man who had gone for days without water in the desert, he drank of her mouth, sucking on her tongue. She swooned, dizzy with desire, wanting—no, needing—more of him. He moved farther back on the desk with her, coaxing her legs open so she could straddle him.

“Ride me.” He breathed warmly against her ear while his fingers dug into the soft flesh on her hips.

She eased down on his cock while watching his expression. The sensation of flesh meeting flesh nearly drove her wild. Her inner muscles grabbed onto him and squeezed. His eyes widened when she met every one of his upstrokes with a downstroke. The concentration on his face as he controlled his orgasm was mesmerizing. It seemed as though he wanted to drag out the sensation as long as possible. Every so often, he bit his lip as he drove deep into her. Her juices poured freely, keeping him well lubricated.

“Yes, my sweet girl. Give it to me.”

She dug her nails into his chest, sliding across the soft skin beneath her hands. With practiced patience, she prolonged her own orgasm and was surprised that she had learned that trick from him. She rocked back and forth on top of him, knocking over papers that had been neatly stacked on the corner of the desk. She didn’t care. She’d straighten them later. Right now, all she cared about was the handsome man beneath her who craved her body.

He deftly removed her corset and tossed it on the floor so his large hands could wrap around her breasts and massage them from base to nipple. He lifted her left breast and sucked her nipple ring into his mouth. His tongue swirled over and around the nipple, causing it to grow firm, then flicked the sensitive flesh. The assault continued with the right breast, giving it the same intensity as the left breast.

“Sir, I’m not going to be able to hold it much longer,” she whimpered against him.

“I know. I’m having the same problem. Come for me. Now!”

She gave in to the amazing pressure building inside her. The spasms grew more intense as she came all over him. His movements quickened and he thrust deeply into her core. Sweat beaded upon his brow and she watched it trickle down into his ear as he gave into an intense explosion. Finally, they collapsed into each other’s arms, with his hand resting against the back of her head.

It was moments before either one spoke. Their breathing and heartbeats slowed to normal rhythm before she took her head off his chest. He was the first one to move, shifting under her and sitting up. She moved off him.

“Sir, give me a moment. I’ll be right back.”

He nodded and remained in place.

She opened the door and peeked outside to make sure the coast was clear. In the bathroom next to the office, she grabbed a washcloth and wet it with warm water. She felt his slippery come on her hand and rinsed it off before sneaking back into his office. Without a word, she wiped his cock clean with the warm cloth.

“Thank you. I needed this. The tension between us has been unbearable.” His words of tenderness melted her resolve. It was more than she could stand. She cared too much to continue the charade. With such a short time left before she was to leave the house, Kat decided she would open up to him once again and show him her true feelings.

“Sir, I…”

The phone rang at that moment and she never got an opportunity to say what was on her mind.

“Oh hello, David.”

Damien eased away from her so he could put his slacks back on. He walked around to the other side of the desk and resumed his professionalism. She bent down to pick up the papers that had scattered all over the floor, gathering them into her arms while listening to the conversation. She stood and created neat piles on top of his desk once more.

“So you’d like to visit on Wednesday. Let me take a look at the schedule. Yes, Kaitlin will be free at three p.m. I’ll tell her. Thank you. Goodbye.”

As though a cold wind had blown through the office, the heat they just shared vanished. Damien’s expression froze and his voice lost all emotion.

“Sir David is coming Wednesday to visit you. Be ready for him at three.”

“Sir…”

“That will be all. You can finish filing later this afternoon while I am meeting with the Doms and new submissives. Right now, I’d like some privacy.”

“Yes Sir. As you wish.” She picked up her corset and left the room, the sting of tears burning her eyes.

Chapter Eighteen

Two days later, Kat sat in her room watching the clock’s digital numbers flip from two fifty-nine to three o’clock. She heard the doorbell ring and knew Gabrielle would greet Sir David and escort him to the recreation center. She rose slowly from her bed as if in a trance and walked down the hallway to meet him. The desire to run away overcame her. She wanted to scream, to beat her fists upon Sir Damien’s chest and tell him what a fool she had been to fall in love with him.

She wished she had the same interest in Sir David. Perhaps the fact that he was seventeen years older than her colored her opinion of him. She had always imagined herself with a man closer to her own age. Though her heart wasn’t in it, she smiled as she entered the room and greeted her visitor.

“Kaitlin. Don’t you look lovely today?” Sir David always knew how to make her feel special.

“Thank you, Sir David.”

“Here, have a seat on the couch next to me.”

She walked over and sat a respectable distance facing him. He laughed.

“You act as if we’re strangers rather than two people who have known each other a little while now.” He patted the seat next to him. “Please, move closer to me.”

While she scooted over, he picked up a bouquet of flowers from the table.

“I brought these for you. I hope you’re not allergic.”

She accepted the gift and brought them to her nose to sniff the pink roses’ sweet fragrance.

“No Sir. Roses are my favorite. Thank you. It’s very kind of you, Sir.”

“Flowers probably aren’t proper protocol when calling on a submissive, but I’m sort of old-fashioned and not quite sure about all the intricacies of the lifestyle. As I mentioned the other day, I’m still learning.”