Desire's Awakening (28 page)

Her nose twitched. Sitting so close to him, she realized he must have also dabbed on more cologne while she was in the restroom and the odor was overpowering. He was trying very hard to impress her, but it was actually turning her off. She put her hand up to her nose to block the offensive smell.

After a half hour, she felt his hand upon her thigh. It slowly worked up to the top of her leg. Though he seemed to be watching the movie, he whispered in her ear.

“Open for me.”

She acquiesced and his fingers pursued her sweet spot. She felt him sliding a digit over her lips, aided by her juices.

“Mmmm, you’re wet.”

Then he stuck two fingers inside her and she arched upward. He wiggled them, locating her G-spot, and she squirted.

“Very nice. You get easily turned-on.”

He shifted on the bed, sliding his pants down his legs to expose his limp cock.

“Here, help me.”

She leaned over and discovered he had an uncircumcised cock. That was a first for her. It looked strange, as if it was a missile. At first, she wasn’t sure how to deal with it. When she wrapped her hand around it and moved up and down, she found the skin retracted from the head.
Ah, so that’s where it is.

It took a long time to stimulate his cock into a semi-upright position. She worried that she was not doing something right. Perhaps the television was a distraction and he wasn’t concentrating enough on her efforts. Damien never had this problem, she remembered. All it took was one look at her and the man’s cock was at attention. Oops, she realized she was comparing the two men again. She stifled her thoughts from drifting in that direction.

“That’s right. Keep stroking right there. Lick it.”

David’s hand came down to hold the base of his cock while her tongue danced around the tip. Finally, she achieved the erection for which she had worked so hard.

“Lie on your back,” he ordered and she gratefully complied. It had taken so long to get him up that her mouth hurt.

He pulled up her skirt around her waist and positioned himself over her with one hand. She spread her legs wide to give him a good view of where he was headed. He kept stroking his cock with one hand and directed it to the entrance of her core. Once situated, he let go and braced himself with both hands. Then he tried to shove it in. She felt his cock bending as he entered her and knew he had not been able to maintain the erection. But he had a determined look on his face that told her he was going to try anyway.

Kat arched up into him as he attempted valiantly to slide into her. The entrance was slick with her juices and she thought she could feet him shriveling. He tried to pump the limp member into her for a few minutes, but he couldn’t get in. She could see the frustration building on his face. Sweat beaded on his brow.

“Hmmm, you must be too wet. Let me get it back up and we’ll try it from another angle.”

Kat felt sorry for him as he stroked his cock in front of her. It got bigger, but not hard enough to penetrate her.

“Perhaps you could just suck me off.”

“Sure.”

She leaned over and once again wrapped her lips around his cock. She did everything she could and tried all the tricks that worked on Damien, but to no avail. Forty minutes later, she stopped when her mouth became numb.

“I’m sorry. I really tried.”

“No, don’t be. It’s me. I got into this lifestyle hoping it would help my problem. I felt my cock jumping that night at the club when Damien whipped you. The only problem is, I don’t have a whip here and I don’t know how to handle one. But that would probably work. I’ll have to get one.”

“Yes, most likely,” she said, doubt lacing her words.

They watched the rest of the movie in silence. He didn’t attempt any further moves on her, for which she was grateful. Though he did not express it, she sensed he was embarrassed at his lack of performance and she didn’t want to make him feel any more uncomfortable. When the end of the movie scrolled across the screen, he turned to her.

“If you’d like, I can take you home tonight.”

“I think that might be best,” she said, getting off the bed to straighten her clothing. He stood behind her and dressed.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him quickly on the lips.

“I had a lovely time tonight. Thank you so much for dinner.”

He rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

“You’re quite welcome, my dear. Would you do a favor for me, please, and not mention my problem to anyone? I’d appreciate your keeping it confidential.”

“Of course, you have my word on it, Sir.” Though Kat didn’t know anyone his age who took the little blue pill, she had heard about it on television ads. She wondered why he wasn’t taking it.

“I don’t mean to pry, Sir, but why don’t you try Viagra?”

“I wish I could,” he replied sadly. “I can’t take it, though, because I’m on medicine for high blood pressure.”

“Oh I see.” Kat realized it was a tender subject for him and decided not to pursue that line of discussion any further. The ride home was punctuated by momentary comments, but easy dialogue between them had dried up. She really didn’t know what to say. And apparently, he didn’t either.

He pulled into the driveway and let her get out on her own.

“Well, good night,” she said before closing the door.

“Night.”

She watched as he drove away, her thoughts focused on how sad it was that he was having sexual problems. The front door light sprang to life once she crossed the sensor. Not having a key, she had to knock, hoping someone would still be awake to open the door for her.

Mrs. Swenson answered the door and glared at her exposed neck. Her eyes narrowed and she put her hands on her hips.

“You come home without your collar and want me to let you in? Why should I?”

Kat’s hand flew to her neck and she realized that she forgot to take her collar out of Sir David’s glove compartment.

“Oh no!”

Her eyes grew wide with fear. She looked to see if David’s car was still in the neighborhood. There was no trace of his car and she knew she was in a shitload of trouble.

Chapter Nineteen

Kat nervously came out of her bedroom at ten Thursday morning. The house was alive with activity. The smell of coffee and fresh-baked blueberry muffins drew her to the kitchen. She skirted one of the girls scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees and saw another wiping down the sliding glass doors leading out to the patio. The sound of the vacuum came from the recreation center.

Miss Tiffany stood at the kitchen counter and turned at her approach to offer her a cup of coffee. “Here, it looks like you could use this.”

“Is it that bad?” She accepted the cup of coffee and winced at her friend.

Miss Tiffany raised her head and looked behind Kaitlin.

“Actually…it’s worse.”

Kaitlin swung around to see Sir Damien standing in front of his office door with his arms crossed over his chest. His scowl could have wilted a bouquet of fresh flowers. And she knew she was responsible for putting that unpleasant expression on his handsome face. She swallowed hard.

“Kat, come to my office.”

“Yes Sir.” She took a swig of coffee to enhance her fortitude and returned the cup to Miss Tiffany. “Well, here I go. Wish me luck.”

“Yep. You’re gonna need it.” Miss Tiffany shook her head.

Kat squared her shoulders and walked into his office. Sir Damien was seated behind his desk wearing a gray turtleneck sweater and a look that told her not to play with him right now. At a moment like this, she shouldn’t be thinking about stripping him naked and licking him all over. But she couldn’t help the lascivious thought from crossing her mind. Focus, she scolded herself. Not now.

“Sit.”

She obeyed his command and bowed her head after taking a seat in front of his desk. Though Kat was prepared for an in-depth inquisition, she hadn’t expected his first question.

“Did you do him?”

Kat swallowed hard and her eyes snapped up to meet his burning gaze. Her reply came out as a squeak. “Excuse me, Sir?”

“Don’t make me ask you twice. You heard the question.”

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her jittery nerves.

“Sir, well, it’s rather complicated and I’m not sure Sir David wishes me to discuss this with you.” She wrung her hands in her lap. It was another one of those awkward moments in her life where she just wanted to crawl under the furniture and disappear.

He slammed his fist down hard on the desk and she jumped in her seat from the shock of hearing him so angry with her.

“Are you refusing to answer me?”

Kat felt the blood drain out of her face. She had promised Sir David that she would not reveal his problem and she always kept her promises. But keeping quiet only made her look guilty.

“No, Sir. I just think that perhaps Sir David would feel better if I didn’t go into details.”

“Then perhaps you can answer this…where is your collar?”

At last, a question she expected. “Oh that. Well, Sir, I left it in Sir David’s glove compartment.”

Her answer brought Damien to his feet, glaring down on his disobedient sub.

“In his glove compartment? How did it get there?”

Kat bit her nail in anticipation of the distress her answer was going to have on him. “Sir David took it off me and put it in there.”

The Trainer closed his eyes and shook his head. She felt the heat of his wrath across his desk.

“By taking off your collar, you have broken your word. This is a very serious offense. You realize you will be punished for this.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Meet me in the dungeon at eight tonight.” His tone was flat, unemotional. That scared her even more than his ire.

“Yes Sir.”

“That is all. You’re dismissed.”

She turned on her heel and quickly left the room before he reprimanded her for anything else. Today was turning out to be the nightmare she expected.

Miss Tiffany put her arm around Kat’s shoulder as she sat at the kitchen table, sobbing into her cup of coffee.

“I didn’t want to do it. That’s what he doesn’t understand. I didn’t want to go with Sir David to begin with. But he wouldn’t let me explain.”

“There, there. It could be worse. He could have just told you to get out. But he didn’t, so try to look at the bright side.”

Kat regarded her friend through teary eyes.

“How do I fix this, Miss Tiffany?”

Miss Tiffany stroked her hair and sighed.

“Now there’s the twenty-four-million-dollar question. I wish I had an answer.”

Kat dropped her head onto her folded arms and closed her eyes. It seemed her life had just become much more complicated and all she had hoped to do when she began this journey was to make her life easier.

She heard Miss Tiffany walk to the counter and return.

“Here,” she said, offering a warm, buttered blueberry muffin. “Maybe this will cheer you. It’s made from scratch, not a box mix.”

Kat raised her head and brushed a hand across her nose. She attempted a weak smile for Miss Tiffany.

“Thanks. Food…the great consoler.”

“Sorry. It’s the best I can do at the moment.”

“I know. I appreciate it.”

Miss Tiffany walked away, leaving Kaitlin to her thoughts. Kat ate distractedly, trying to calm her frazzled nerves and the growling in her stomach. She really didn’t even taste the food. She worried about what kind of punishment she would receive at eight p.m. On automatic pilot, Kat rinsed her dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. With no scheduled training appointment and no duties to perform, she headed for the gym. Perhaps she could take out some of her frustration on the elliptical machine.

The gym was empty when she arrived and she sighed in relief. Not that she minded sharing the room with others, but today it would be hard to muster a fake smile for any one. She flipped through the channels on the TV until she found a news station and started her exercise. She worked out hard, punishing herself for being forgetful.
Why didn’t I remember to take the collar out of Sir David’s glove compartment?

Just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse, Corinne entered the gym.

“Ah, here’s Miss Popularity. Oh but maybe not. I hear you got into a little trouble last night. Too bad.”

“Shut up, Corinne.” Kat turned up the volume on the TV set.

Corinne came behind her and tugged on Kat’s hair until her head was pulled backward in an awkward position. The only reason Kat didn’t fall off the machine was because she was holding onto the handlebars.

“Don’t tell me to shut up! I see you’ve been behaving yourself lately. I guess that little talk we had in the broom closet made an impression.” The bitterness still lingered in Corinne’s voice.

Kaitlin gritted out her answer.

“Don’t pride yourself, bitch. It was my own choice and had absolutely nothing to do with your idle threats. Now let me go!”

Corinne chuckled and released Kat’s hair. She bounced back to her original position.

“Yeah, okay, cunt. You believe that if you want to, but I know better. He probably turned you out because you couldn’t please him. That’s why you had to go out with another Dom. Damien’s a lot of man and needs a lot of woman. You just weren’t enough for him. I’ll see you at the auction next week.”

Corinne turned on her heel and strutted out of the gym. Kat wished she had something other than her sweat towel to throw at Corinne.

Now there was one person she wasn’t going to miss.

* * * * *

Damien prided himself on being punctual and expected no less from his subs. In fact, everything he did was exact, down to the very lash strokes of his whip. Why then did he feel so unnerved about doling out punishment when it was well deserved? Kaitlin knelt before him, her head bowed, her legs slightly parted and her open palms resting on her knees.

He wanted to be angry at her and to take out his frustration on her. Never before had a sub taken off her collar and purposely left it with another Dom. That in itself was cause for severe punishment or dismissal. But something was holding him back. Something inside prevented him from striking her. He paced back and forth, slapping the coiled whip against his thigh.