Desire's Awakening (9 page)

“Good. I’d hate to come over some day and not find you here.”

The words were meant to console her, but all Kaitlin heard was that she might be kicked out of the household.
Oh dear.

Dinner was a quiet affair, as usual. However, the difference tonight was the glow surrounding the girls. Kaitlin thought their rosy skin looked quite adorable, but it was the inner glow that caught her attention. It shone on their faces in their smiles and in their movements. When her gaze locked with several of them, an almost imperceptible communication passed between them. They had made a connection during today’s game that would last for a long time. Kaitlin loved it.

When Miss Tiffany left, Kaitlin walked her to the door once again.

“Good night,” she said, hugging Miss Tiffany. “And thanks for the warning. Really.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes. Goodbye.” She closed the door after Tiffany and went to her room. Looking at the alarm clock, she saw it was seven thirty. She had been up thirteen hours already and decided to take a catnap before she got involved with a book she found in the library. There would still be plenty of time to read before the one a.m. curfew.

She woke two and a half hours later from a dream of making love with the Trainer. It took a moment to get oriented to the fact that it was only a dream, that she was in her room, not his and that she still had three hours before curfew. She picked up the book from the nightstand and headed for the recreation center. On her way there, she passed the kitchen and saw the pool through the sliding glass door. Unable to resist the urge to take a quick dip, she placed the book on the counter and ducked out the door.

The pool beckoned to her the moment she stepped onto the patio. Warm, tropical breezes caressed her skin and a silvery glow covered the landscape. The moon wore a delicate aura of wispy clouds with a sprinkle of stars in the backdrop.

She dove in and swam to her favorite spot under the waterfall. The refreshing vibration pounding on her back made her feel alive. Leaning against the rock, she closed her eyes and let the water wash down her entire body. A movement on the porch caught her attention and she looked up to see Sir Damien standing on the porch, resting his arms against the railing
. Boy, aren’t we creatures of habit?

This time, he waved to her and she waved back. Then he disappeared into his room. She settled back into her favorite pose resting against the rocks and closed her eyes.

Five minutes later, a loud splash at the far end of the pool startled her. Kaitlin’s eyes flew open and her heart skipped a beat. With long, strong strokes, the Trainer was headed in her direction.
Should I leave?
After all, it is his property and I probably should give him some privacy.
She began to climb out of the pool, but he grabbed her ankle just as her second foot was about to hit the pavement.

“Where do you think you’re going? Stay. I thought we discussed this yesterday. You don’t have to leave just because of me.” His voice was kind, soothing, unlike the authoritative tone he used during the training sessions.

She lowered her eyes and slipped back into the water.

“Permission to speak, Sir?”

“Yes, and you may also look at me.”

“Oh I shouldn’t, Sir.” She shook her head violently, recalling the berating she received just yesterday for looking at him.

“But it’s an order. You are following instructions, not challenging me.”

He had moved close to her so that they were only a few inches apart. She backed into the side of the pool and looked nervously about. He took one step and closed the small gap between them then caged her within his arms. She raised her eyes to stare into his and recognized the truth of the saying “the eyes are the windows of the soul”. He wanted her, desired her. She could read it in the way his body leaned into hers and could see the burning need in the depths of his eyes, though the words never crossed his lips.

“Sir, I thought we weren’t supposed to have any interaction besides the training sessions.”

His gaze traveled across her collarbone, stopping at the pulse in her neck. His lips curved into a seductive smile.

“That’s not true. But if it were my rule, I could break it. Besides, you are in my pool and I’m here too, so we’re bound to interact.” His fingertips traced the outline of her mouth. “You have very sensual lips. Soft, full and perfectly shaped. Did you know that?”

“Yes. That’s what I’ve been told, Sir.” She licked them nervously.

Damien lifted a section of her hair and ran the wet strands through his fingers, all the way to the tips. He glanced back up at her.

“And eyes a man could get lost in.” He dropped her hair and brushed a nipple with his hand. The sensitive flesh immediately reacted. His gaze fell to that nipple while his knuckles teased the other one, stimulating it to match its partner. “I love the way you respond to me. Are you this way with all men?” He continued the maddening caresses that evoked even more pronounced peaks. The areola puckered also. She looked down to watch his hands play her flesh with the sweetest of torment.

“Yes Sir, I mean…some men. I really haven’t been with many men.” One hand slipped up to her collarbone and his thumb rubbed softly against the bone, dipping gently into the hollow of her neck. Then his fingers slid lightly down her left arm. A chill followed in its wake. He studied every reaction her body made to his touch.

“Truly? I find that hard to believe.” He cocked his head to the side and regarded her through heavy-lidded eyes.

“I…I’m just too passive, Sir, and the ones I’ve dated did not like that.”

“Their loss.” He cupped her breasts and flicked thick nipples. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. The connection between her nipples and her clit was incredible. A touch to one caused the other to react.

“That’s not fair.” Her breath came erratically now, causing her breasts to heave up and down. A dizzying sensation swirled around in her head. She closed her eyes. “I can’t think straight when you do that to me.”

“You forgot to say ‘Sir’.” Her eyes widened at the commanding tone in his voice.

He yanked her against him and she realized that he too was naked. The evidence of his desire was pressed firmly against her stomach.

“It is you who are not fair. Do you feel what you do to me? Of all the women in the house, you’re the only one who has this effect on me. You drive me crazy. I can’t get you out of my mind.” His eyes blazed with passion.

“Is that going to be a problem, Sir?”

“Not at all. When I enter the dungeon, I become a professional. I will always treat you as a trainee there.”

“And here?”

His face came close to hers and his eyes lowered to her lips. She thought her heart would explode from the sexually charged atmosphere.

“Anything goes.” His mouth came crashing down upon hers before she had time to react.

At first his weight crushed her against the side of the pool and she pushed against his solid chest with her palms. But he only tightened his grip on her, kissing her deeper, his tongue delving into her mouth. He sucked on her tongue, massaging it with his own. She wanted to resist, to tell him how wrong this was, but gave in to the temptation to taste a man who felt absolutely right in her arms. Never before had she experienced lust coursing through her body like this and she wanted more. She felt lightheaded with desire and clung to him as if he were her anchor.

His hands worked their way up to her head and held it captive while he continued kissing her. Fingers massaged her scalp, raking through the heavy weight of her drenched locks. His mouth left hers to run his tongue down the side of her neck where he sucked on the sensitive flesh below her ear. She loved the feel of him laving her pulse. Moaning against him made him even more aggressive. She shivered at the onslaught of sensation that rocked her body.

“You’re delicious,” he said, continuing his assault. He lifted one breast at a time to his mouth and sucked in a nipple, nibbling until she shook with pleasure. When he left one peak to tease the other, she looked down and saw how her nipple had grown thicker and red with excitement. Her body totally surrendered to his amorous advance.

Slowly his hands eased away from her breasts and slid to her back, down the muscles lining her backbone until they reached her buttocks. He grabbed two fistfuls of her perfectly rounded backside and yanked her tightly against his body, rocking back and forth with his head buried in her hair.

Her hands snaked around his corded neck. She brushed her lips across a day’s worth of stubble on his cheek, relishing in the slight roughness against her soft skin. When his fingers parted her labia, exploring the soft, smooth folds and delving inside her, Kat sucked in a breath. Her inner muscles grasped onto his fingers, as if wanting to hold him there. He would need no further proof of her readiness. She felt him rock against her and recognized the unmistakable prod of his hard, thick cock trying to find its way inside.

“Let me in,” he growled into her ear. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and he groaned as he buried his thick shaft within her. She felt the entire length of him filling her completely. Her inner muscles wrapped around him, pulsating against his cock. Kat smiled and tossed her head back in wild abandon. He rode her hard, crazed with desire. The water, stirred into a frenzy by his movements, splashed against her body.

“Oh God!” he cried. He kissed her again, almost brutal in his desire to taste every inch of her. His tongue explored her teeth, the soft, slick sides of her mouth, the roughness of her tongue. It moved in and out in rhythm with the motion of his cock.

Her hands dug into his scalp, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. His animalistic craving drove her into a frantic rage. She squeezed her legs tightly around his waist, keeping him firmly implanted in her. Together, their hips pumped in rhythm against one another as their desire hit its crescendo. Her fingernails buried into the skin on his back. She opened her mouth to scream her orgasm, but once again, his mouth fell upon hers to stifle her cry. Moments later he too shook with the intensity of his orgasm as his thrusts became deeper, harder and more urgent.

He collapsed against her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around his neck, stroking his head and closing her eyes to enjoy the tiny tremors as his cock shrunk. She felt their heartbeats calming until they went back to normal.

Slowly, he released his hold and leaned back. He lifted her chin to gaze into her eyes. The light shining within the depths of his soft, brown eyes told her they had experienced more than just joining their bodies as one in lust. Something else very significant had just happened. He had opened his heart and soul to her.

“Thank you,” he whispered and softly kissed her lips.

When she caressed his cheek, his eyes drifted closed and a smile creased his lips.

“Permission to speak?”

“Yes.”

“You’re amazing, Sir.”

He took her hand in his and lay a kiss upon her palm and set it upon his chest over his heart.

“No, it is you who are amazing.”

He paused, looking at her for what seemed an eternity without speaking. Then he said, “I don’t want the evening to end yet. Come with me.”

He glanced toward his bedroom balcony. Wordlessly, the Trainer took her hand in his and led her to the shallow end of the pool.

Oh dear!
Miss Tiffany is going to be so disappointed in me.

Chapter Six

“Sir, what if someone catches us?”

“I am the Master of this house and you’re obeying my orders. No one would dare challenge my authority.”

“Yes Sir.” She didn’t want to get him upset with her again. After all, if he didn’t mind, she certainly wasn’t going to complain. The choice was simple…go to bed alone in her room or join him in his bedroom.
Hmmm. Not such a hard decision.

As they passed through the kitchen, Kaitlin noted it was almost eleven o’clock. Most of the household was quiet, except for the muffled sounds coming from the recreation center. She could distinguish the music from
Titanic
and knew the rest of her team would be occupied for quite some time.

Sir Damien held her hand as they walked to his master suite. Standing in front of the double-door entrance to his room, Kat glanced toward Corinne’s bedroom. A frisson of fear crawled up her spine and she prayed Corinne wouldn’t open her door just as they were entering the Trainer’s private quarters. Thoughts of extreme punishment from a jealous Switch crossed her mind. Thankfully, Corinne remained in her room.

His lips lifted into a warm smile as he opened the door.

“Come.”

The room’s extravagance took her breath away. As he led her past the canopied four-poster bed, she smiled at the thought of lying naked with him on the brown comforter. Moonlight spilled through the double French doors beside the bed, giving the room a romantic ambiance.

Damien opened the door to the enormous master bathroom, which was done in soft tones of beige, white and gold and decorated in an Egyptian theme.

“So what do you think?”

“Sir, it’s incredible. I love it!”

“Thank you.” They stood in front of the mirrored closet door and he wrapped his arms around her waist. She watched in the mirror as he pulled her hair to the side and planted a kiss on her shoulder.

“Let’s take a shower.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Set the water on a comfortable temperature and I’ll get some towels.” He smacked her rear end as she left him to comply with his order.

Sliding open the etched glass shower door, Kat noted the lights dimming in the room, leaving only the low spotlights in the shower. Then soft music began to play. Damien approached carrying two large, fluffy white towels. He hung them on the towel rack outside the shower, then laced her fingers between his and led her inside.

“Come.”

The lighting from above gave him an entirely different look. It shone in his hair as if a halo surrounded him and highlighted the sharply defined muscles of his chest. Kat traced the rise and fall of his sculpted curves as she admired the beauty of his male body. He did not stir while she explored, but she felt the excited beat of his heart beneath her fingertips.