The Kinky Side Scrooge of Scrooge (12 page)

"No, Master, I just need a couple more minutes. Then I'll be alright," she whispered, trying to keep him from knowing just how deep was her need for him.

"Very well, girl." And he stayed there, caressing her, cuddling her until she felt strong enough to get up.

They went back to the main room of the club and she accompanied him during his rounds through the club and during his visit to the administrator's office, Miss Mary, as he introduced her.

Dawn was making its way up in the horizon when they finally left the club to go back home. She wanted to beg him to stay with her that night, but she wasn’t able to say a word. Tonight she wasn’t strong enough to bear a negative, so she just walked straight to her room and dropped her exhausted body over the covers, not even bothering with going under them, her eyes closing with a sad sigh, as she surrendered to sleep.

Chapter Twenty one

When she opened her eyes again, she was under the covers, and she could swear the pillow next to her had been used, but she dismissed the whole idea, determined not to get her hopes up.

She got up and picked her phone. It was Sunday, so she would better call her mother before she tried to call her. She had no intention to tell her she had moved in with a man she barely knew. Her parents would never approve that.

At mid-afternoon, while she was working a little in her studio, she had a call from Lucy.

"Hi Lucy, how's everything?" she asked, pleased to hear from her friend.

"Fine, just great. What about you? How's everything going in your new house?"

"Fine, too. We're slowly getting to know each other, and building our relationship."

"
Have you told your parents about it
?" Lucy asked, her tone indicating she already knew the answer.

"No, and I won't, not yet, you know that."

"Because you know they won't like it at all."

"I know, I just need a bit more time, then I'll tell them." Or so she hoped. Telling her parents meant that they would want to meet Alec, and somehow she couldn’t see him agreeing to that.

"Are you coming over to Thanksgiving, as always? That would be a good opportunity for me to meet him." Lucy asked.

"Oh, right, it's next week… I had lost track of time. I haven’t talked about it with him but I will and I'll let you know." She frowned, not sure what he would think of the idea. So far, their social life had been limited to the club. He hadn’t introduced her to any friends or business acquaintances outside the club.

"Nice, you know I'm counting with your pumpkin pie." Lucy remembered her.

"I know, don’t worry."

She chatted a few more minutes with her before she ended the call.

Putting the cell phone back in her skirt's pocket, she decided to go looking for him.

He was watching a football game in the huge plasma TV. Unsure if to interrupt him, or not she stayed at the door, a few moments looking at him.

"Don’t stand there, girl. Join me." He ordered, sensing her presence.

She walked towards him kneeling beside him on the floor. He caressed her hair, before he pulled her up to sit over his lap.

"Are you done working for today?" he asked, holding her close to him.

"Yes Master."

"Good, maybe we could go out for a walk." He suggested, rubbing his nose in her neck, inhaling her scent.

"That would be great, Master." She answered, gathering courage to ask him about Lucy's invitation. She still had trouble defining how she should or shouldn’t act in moments like this one. "Can I ask you something, Master?"

"Yes, you can speak freely, unless told otherwise." He clarified.

"Thank you Master. My best friend Lucy called me. Next week is Thanks Giving, and I usually spend the night with her and her family." She explained, cautiously. "As usual, she called me to invite me and added you to the invitation, Master." She continued.

Underneath her she felt his body stiffen, just before he put her on the couch and got up. He walk to the window and looked out the window. "I don’t celebrate any holidays." He finally said, in a cold tone, before turning to look at her. "If you want to go and celebrate with your friends, I'll allow you to go, but don’t count with me."

"Even if you don’t celebrate holidays, I believe it would be a good time for you to meet some of my friends, Master." She tried once more.

"There's no need for me to meet your friends." He replied, his face turning into the usual mask.

"But, they feel the need to meet you, Master." She got up from the couch, unable to stay still, feeling the hard squeeze of disappointment over her heart.

"I'm sure you'll think of something to erase that need, since I don’t have any intention of doing that." His tone was harsh and the cold shine of his eyes told her she wasn’t going anywhere with this, so she decided to drop it.

"As you wish, Master. Even so, I would love to go. It's an important thing for me." She asked, determined to not allow him to keep her apart from her friends.

"Very well, you can go then. I'm sure you'll have a good time." He accepted, closing the distance between them, claiming a hard kiss from her lips. "Go get a warm sweater and put on some pants. It's cold outside."

"Yes, Master." She left the room to go change clothes. She wanted to argue with him about his decision, but she decided to leave that battle for when she had to convince him to meet her parents. If before she had doubts about his reaction, now she knew with would be an almost impossible battle to win.

She joined him at the hall and they went for a walk. She loved those walks, since he always gave her his arm for support and they would stroll just like any other couple.

The morning of Thanksgiving, after he left for work, Katherine dedicated some time to bake a couple of pumpkin pies; she wanted to leave him one, and the other one was for Lucy. Her friend hadn’t been very happy when she told her Alec wasn’t going. It made her suspicious of him, and Katherine had trouble convincing her it was alright.

Around lunch time, she was working in her studio when someone opened the door, startling her. She raised her head and looked with surprise at him standing at the door. It was the first time he came home at this hour.

She got up and walked to him, kneeling next to him, assuming the waiting position. "Hello, Master, I didn’t expect you this early."

"I thought that since you'll deprive me of your presence tonight I might as well take pleasure in it this afternoon." He said, caressing her head, his tone sarcastic, letting know it didn’t please him she went to the dinner.

"I'm glad, Master." She answered him, ignoring his claim. Not going to the dinner to stay with him would only make Lucy more disgruntled with the situation and she loved her friend way too much to create problems with her.

He helped her up, and without uttering another word he took her to the dungeon, on the basement.

She could sense he was in a strange mood, so she tried not to make it worst. She didn’t want a fight over some stupid detail or something similar.

Once inside the dungeon, he quickly helped her out of her clothes and took her to the cross, cuffing her to it, facing the cross.

He ran his hands through her body, before he stopped behind her, and whispered in her ear. "I want to use the belt on you today. I want you to remember me tonight every time you move, every time you take a seat." There was a raw need in every one of his words. A need to mark her as his, to make sure she remembered all the time to whom she belonged to, and she understood it, and she accepted it.

"Yes Master."

He unbuckled his belt and took it off his pants, and she prepared herself for it. So far he hadn’t used the belt on her, but he had used other things as hard as a belt. She knew she could use the safe word if she found it more than she could take, but so far he always seemed to know just how far he could go, and he always stopped before. She always ended up experiencing powerful orgasms after those sessions.

The first blow landed in her buttocks and she bit her lips trying to muffle the cry. It hurt, the shot of pain rushed through her body, but she could take it. She wanted to.

He continued striking her, in her buttocks, in her thighs, in her back, pushing more and more to the edge, until he dropped the belt to shove himself deep inside her, easily dragging her with him, to the orgasm he had been building inside them.

She had to change her mind about the clothes she was wearing that night. She had chosen a short, red dress, with a nice cleavage in the back, but with it anyone could see the red welts he had left on her back and on her thighs. So she chose instead a red silk blouse and black pants. She combed her hair in a loose braid that fell on her shoulder and she was ready. Looking at her reflection on the mirror, she noticed her collar. She had grown so used to it, that she had put it back on after her shower. Slowly she took it off again, leaving it over her dressing table.

She went downstairs to grab the pie and call a taxi. Alec was in the kitchen when she came in. "Oh, I left you some pumpkin pie, Master, in case you like it."

"Did you bake it?" he asked, looking at her, frowning.

"Yes, Master, sometimes I think Lucy only invites me because she wants my pie." She answered teasingly, trying to erase the frown from his face.

"Why are you wearing pants, girl?" he asked, in a cold tone.

"Ah, yes, I wasn’t going to, Master, but the dress I was going to wear showed the welts on my thighs." She explained.

"I see. Where did you leave your collar?" he asked, his expression getting even darker.

"In my room. Most of the friends going to this party know nothing about my kinky side, and I want to keep it that way, Master." She explained.

"Why? Are you ashamed of it?"

"No, but there is still a lot of ignorance regarding BDSM, and most people still consider it taboo. In my line of work I need to be discreet."

"Very well. Wait here."

"Yes Master, I'll call the taxi." She said as he started to walk out the door. Her words though, made him stop.

"Taxi?"

"Yes Master, I don’t like to drive when I go out at night."

"No taxis, I'll drive you, and when you're done I'll pick you up." He informed.

"That doesn’t make any sense…"

"I wasn’t asking you your opinion." He cut her, storming out of the kitchen.

She sighed, trying to understand the complex man her heart had chosen to love. Because she loved him, she had no doubts about it.

He returned in only a few moments. "I was saving this for our first night out together, in a public place, but I think this a better moment." He said handing her a small box. "Open it."

She took it, not sure she wanted to see it, but she slowly opened it, gasping with the surprise.

It was a collar, but this one was made of gold and platinum, a chain formed by symbols of infinity with a heart shaped pendant. But not, just any heart. This one had a lock on it. It was beautiful.

"Do you like it?" he asked her, a bit wary.

"It's gorgeous! I've never seen anything so beautiful, Master." She answered, still looking at it, feeling a tear escaping the corner of her eye.

"Will you wear it?" he asked.

"Of course I will, Master." She accepted, and kneeling she handed the collar to him.

With a grin, he took the collar from the box and wrapped it around her neck, locking it in its place.

"Now, you're ready." He said, helping her up and kissing her.

"Thank you Master."

"Let's go now, before I change my mind." He said walking to the garage.

When they arrived at Lucy's place he insisted once more for her to call him, and she accepted knowing he wasn’t going to change his mind.

The party was fun and she enjoyed spending time with her friends, but he had done a good job on her and she was unable to take him out of her mind. And when she did, a rush of pain through her body from a sudden movement would take her right back at it. She missed him very much and it just wasn’t the same without him beside her.

He picked her up when the party was over and that night he fucked her as if there was no tomorrow, with a hint of desperation in every touch, in every kiss.

Chapter Twenty two

Weeks went by in what she felt was light speed, and though she tried to talk to him about Christmas, she always ended up postponing the subject until there was no more time. They were two days away from Christmas Eve and her mother was expecting her home that night. Her parents lived five hours from her town, so she had to talk to him that morning.

She went looking for him at his study, praying to convince him to do this for her.

"Master, I need to tell you something." She entered the room, finding him seated by his desk.

"Yes, girl, what's the problem?" he frowned a bit, looking up.

"I know you don’t celebrate the holidays, but I do, Master, and so does my whole family." She started, twisting her hands out of nervousness. "I know I should have told you about this earlier, but it never seemed to be the right moment…"

"Get to the point Katherine." He ordered and his frown grew deeper.

"I'm expected tonight at my parents' house to spend the next week, Master. It's tradition for us to gather the whole family for Christmas." She explained.

"I see."

"So far, I was able to keep from my parents, the fact that I moved in with you…"

Alec stiffened when he heard her. "Why did you do that? It shames you to live with me?" he interrupted her.

"Of course not, Master, but if I had told them, they would have demanded to know you, and it didn’t feel the right moment for that." She tried to explain. "But I can't keep omitting it to them. So I thought this could be the perfect moment to tell them and for you to meet them."

A thick silence fell in the room. His face had turned into that hideous mask he used to wear when something disgruntled him.

Alec got up, and crossed his arms over his chest. What were her intentions? Was she trying to force him into assuming a compromise with her? Maybe he had made a huge mistake when he brought her to his house. "What makes you think I want to meet your family?" he asked in a disdainful tone.

"The fact this is very important to me, or otherwise I wouldn’t be asking you, Master." She said, starting to feel the squeeze of an iron fist over her heart. She had known this wasn’t going to be easy. "My parents would be extremely worried if I told them I had moved in with a man that doesn’t want to meet them."

"Then don’t tell them." He retorted.

"I can't do that anymore, Master. You don’t have to spend the whole week there, you just need to show up and let them know you."

"No." His answer was curt and emotionless.

"Why not, Master? Am I asking that much?" she insisted, feeling the grip in her heart tightening.

"Because it's pointless. It's not like I'm your boyfriend or something similar. I've never met any family member of my previous slaves and I see no reason to start with you. What we have between us, has nothing to do with them, the same way it has nothing to do with your friends or mine for that matter." He explained, trying to convince himself of his own words.

"What do we have between us, then? What am I to you?" she asked, stiffening, having trouble to accept what she was hearing.

His face became as impassive as a rock. "I thought I had let that clear when I asked you to move in with me, Katherine." He said, impatiently scolding her. "You're just my last fuck toy, a good fuck toy, but still a toy." He answered, his eyes locked on hers, to make sure she had no doubt about it, even when every word tasted like lies in his mouth.

She looked at him in total disbelief. She couldn’t believe he was actually saying that.

"Why did you go through all the trouble of looking for me?" she asked, struggling to utter every word.

"You had proven to be a good fuck toy." He insisted.

"Stop calling me that." She yelled, overwhelmed by the pain crushing her heart. "I'm no toy, I'm a person, and one with feelings, but I'm sure you have no idea what that means. A damn rock has more feelings than you."

"You can't say I didn’t tell you from the beginning what I wanted from you, so this argument has no sense. You're free to do whatever you want with your parents, but be certain I'll never accept to meet them." He said, colder than ever, dismissing the whole subject.

"Don't worry; I would never expose them to a pitiful excuse of a human being like you." She retorted. "Sadly, you’re right, I can't say I wasn’t warned. This time, stay out of my life. I'm sure you'll find a replacement for me in a blink of an eye.”

“Are you going to make this a habit? To storm out every time things don’t work the way you would want them to?” the annoyance in his voice was remarkable.

“Do you think I could stay after the things you just said?” her astonishment was big.

“I fail to see the novelty of what I said. The day I asked you to move in with me I told you what I wanted from you, I told you, you were my toy, my slave. So what changed?”

“Silly of me, I never thought you meant it. So you can say that I changed.” She replied.

“No, you didn’t. You just think you did. I can still make you feel like no one else can.” He assured her.

“You are probably right, but it’s not enough for me. I want more, I deserve more, and you obviously aren’t going to give me more.”

“I’m giving you all I can.” Somehow those words sounded familiar to his hears, but he refused to analyze it. He wasn’t going to change, he didn’t want to.

“Well, I’m afraid that’s not enough for me. I'll send someone to pick up my things." With tears gathering in her eyes, she left the room and walked to the bedroom she had been using and that had never felt like it was hers.

She gathered the bag she had prepared for the trip to her parent's house and taking her collar out and leaving in over the bed, she left the house, got in her car and left the place without looking back.

A few miles later she had to stop the car. Tears rolling down her cheeks made it impossible for her to see. She let tears fall and cried out all the pain she felt inside her. When she finally calmed down, she started the car and drove off to her parents’ house.