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Kay Comes Home

By: opal_vier



This story, written for a man who will recognize himself in the words, is based on true events. To my Loki, even though I might be on the other side of the world, I hope my message in a bottle gives you more than just fond memories. If you ever find it.

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"Get on your knees."

Kay had just pushed the front door closed when, startled by the sharp masculine command, her spine jerked straight. The surprise was followed by heat that puddled in her stomach before tricking down past her navel. She froze, hand poised on the doorknob, with the white panel of the door inches away from her nose.

For a moment, Kay listened to her heart pound in her ears and let her stomach twist itself into knots. When the silence continued, she turned slowly and deliberately to face the living room. She didn't see Conner, but couldn't make herself look around. She would have had trouble meeting his eyes even if he was standing two feet in front of her.

The tone of the command brooked no argument, exceptions, or failure to comply. It was said, and it was expected. Simple. The nervous queasiness in Kay's stomach flared hotter and moved lower. She realized she was holding her breath and tried to let it out gently.

"You make me repeat myself." Conner's voice was smoothly confident, but clearly displeased. "I said, get on your knees."

There was a rustling to her left as he rose from the chair just out of her line of vision. Kay quickly fastened her eyes on the floor.

"Or leave now. I'm done fighting you, Kay."

When she moved back to town a couple weeks ago, Kay had debated whether or not to call her old lover. In the end the allure was too strong to ignore and she shot him a text message, asking if he'd like to meet out for a beer. Instead he'd invited her to his house where they chatted and caught up. They had seen each other three times since then, always with sparks flying. The last time she'd been lucky to make it out with her clothes on.

Conner had warned her that their time together, if she chose to continue seeing him, would lead to a cliff, to a choice between only two outcomes, jump or turn-tail and go back. His one command was enough to tell her she was on the precipice looking down. 

This was it. He was asking, demanding her surrender.

Kay's mind flicked involuntarily to the thought of someone, anyone, seeing her kneeling before a man to be used, to be owned. Far worse, someone seeing her supplication and knowing it was voluntarily. Her face flushed red. Her stomach flipped and flared. Her panties felt slick.

It was a lot harder when you couldn't pretend to fight it.

Conner would have known that. The sound of his footsteps told Kay he was walking toward her and, two very careful breaths later, he appeared in her peripheral vision. It didn't occur to her to wonder what he was thinking, gazing down at the nervous young woman standing two steps inside his house. His presence alone was enough to strum at the darker desires she kept hidden. She could feel his eyes on her. The pressure of his expectation was a chain of stones around her neck.

Time stretched. She'd be punished for waiting, but she couldn't make herself break the spell of the moment.

She had been his once, and together they had discovered the darker things in the shadows of their public selves. They had spent languorous years pushing boundaries, teasing open new taboos. It had been so organic. They had explored themselves together, sculpted their tastes from innocent necking to games of power and pleasure.

When other factors pushed them apart years ago, Kay had tried to find the same passion with new men. None of them measured up. They were so farcically inferior and the disappointment so bitter, she'd eventually stopped trying.

Into the lock-boxes went her darker needs. Into her secret caches went the leashes and ties, days spent naked, the begging, punishment, and humility. Her sex life was painted over with a dull patina of church-approved intercourse and began to dwindle. It turned into disparaging sessions of staring at the ceiling, waiting for the push-push-come sex to end. It hurt to give up so much, but life moved on; at twenty-five, she thought that part of her was sealed away forever.

Now with a single command he was asking her to dredge for those secrets, find them and open them up to be examined and exposed. He was asking her for the keys to all those dark places they had carved out together, the keys he used to hold.

Kay swallowed.

With them he would open her up, both in mind and body. He would take the coals of her passions and stoke a roaring fire. He would touch and lick her skin, ensnare her with his fingers and lips and leather, fill her with his cock and seed. He would make her beg, in pain and pleasure, humiliate her, tease her, or grant her mind-shattering orgasms all at his design. He would breathe life into her again.

All she had to do was kneel.

Now.

Kay sunk to her knees, as gracefully as she could manage on shaky legs, careful to keep her eyes on the floor. She had paused too long and she knew it. It was going to be hard enough to sit tomorrow without adding more punishment for meeting his eyes.

"Good girl," he murmured, stepping in and lifting a hand up to her hair to gently brush aside a stray. Kay cursed herself for flinching, and blamed the nerves. The warmth of his fingertips, the first contact with his skin, sent a jolt through her that almost melted her to the floor.

Delicately, as if cupping a moth, he lifted her chin. "I wouldn't have asked if I hadn't known you were ready."

Asked? she thought, but it seemed unwise to be pert.

"Pet," Conner tasted each phonetic element like a expensive scotch. He looked as good as she remembered, with Irish features below dark hair and broad shoulders. He smiled at her, gently, but there was a beast stirring awake in the tawny depths of his brown eyes. His eyebrows raised slightly, indicating a response was necessary.

Kay swallowed again. Conner's smile widened to include more teeth.

"Master." Only a whisper came out. It was so hard to say after all this time. Blood rushed into her face.

"Again. Audible this time."

"Master." A whimper. She wished she could look away, but he still held her chin in his palm.

"Louder."

"Master."

"Use your big girl voice." This time it was a warning.

"Master!" Kay cried out.

Conner bent forward and chastely kissed the outside of her lips. Something inside blossomed at that, leaving little room for fear. Her mouth parted hungrily but he pulled away after his tongue grazed her lower lip.

"Good girl. Do you still trust me to know what's best for you?"

"Yes."

Conner cocked his head to the side, and shot her a warning look.

"Do better."

The feral light in his eyes made Kay quickly bow her head, cowed.

"Yes Master, I trust you." And she did. The realization dazzled her, but then, this had never been just a scene for them. It wasn't about pain, fashion, or some twisted disgust for women. He would never hurt her too much, never draw blood, never refuse to stop. It was about trust and freedom, the delicious rush of pushing boundaries, and a fierce, wild pleasure.

Surprised at the peace she felt, she looked inside herself for the fear she had carried in with her and marveled to find it evaporated. She had handed over the keys.

There was such paradoxical freedom in submission.

Though no permission was given, Kay crawled forward a step and nuzzled her cheek into Conner's thigh. She would accept a punishment if necessary, but for now she was overwhelmed with the need to be near him. She pushed her face against the firm muscle under his jeans and snaked an arm around his leg. It was a gesture of total, contented submission. He reached down and ran his fingers through her short brown hair, sweetly caressing her forehead.

"Its good to have you back, pet." After five years, there was still love in his voice.

The bulge under his zipper confirmed there was lust as well; Kay couldn't help but a feel a twinge of satisfaction.

It was good to be back. So good, but Kay let her submission answer for her. The moment stretched until the fingers in her hair tightened into a fist, and pushed her back in a proper kneeling position.

"Now loose the jacket. It took you 15 seconds to obey a direct command. What do you think that means?"

She didn't have to guess. "It means I'll be punished." She looked down at the floor, that heat between her legs flaring.

"Good. How many do you deserve?"

"Fifteen," Kay responded weakly. The need was beginning to grow insistent and she fought back the urge to press her thighs together. A psychologist would probably have a field day.

"Clever pet." Conner chuckled lightly. He always knew. It made her ears burn. "Now go to the kitchen."

Out of a nervous curiosity, Kay tilted her head to look up at him. The beast in his eyes was fully awake now, feral and hungry. The set of Conner's jaw was a dare and as much as a warning. Insubordination would not be tolerated. Shucking her jacket with a distracted shrug, Kay felt a fist clench around her stomach, as need slithered around her in coils. Still kneeling in the doorway, Kay dared not hesitate. She rolled to her feet to stand.

"Not like that."

Knowing what he wanted, she closed her eyes at the indignity, and went down to all fours. One shuffle at a time, she crawled across the wooden floor while Conner watched her hips sway invitingly.

Kay wondered what he would see when he had taken her clothes from her, if each slide of her knee would reveal soft pink lips, slick with the result of her humiliation. She wondered if it would make him want to bend down and slip a finger into her eager pussy. She stopped beside the kitchen table.

Conner pulled a kitchen chair out to the middle of the tiled floor. Kay took a deep breath.

Conner reached down and caressed her face, before knotting his fingers in her hair and pulling her up. Kay scrambled to her feet at the sharp pain. The sight of him so close took her breath away. She didn't divert her eyes, couldn't have. The closeness of him, his chest, hands, face, was intoxicating. The longing in her was screaming in her blood and she leaned forward in the makings of a kiss, helpless to resist the pull of her body.

He had all the gravity of the earth itself and who was she to deny the laws of physics?

"Ask first," he warned, but his voice was nearly hoarse.

Kay leaned in until her lips were millimeters away from his ear. "Please," she begged, and meant it with every fiber of her being.

"Please what?"

"Please Master."

"Better. You have thirty seconds, pet."

"Thank you, Master," Kay purred, and then licked around his outer earlobe. With a flick of her tongue, she pulled his lower earlobe into her mouth. Conner growled deep in his throat, but leaned his head slightly to the side, giving her access to his throat.

She obliged him, leaving a trail of whisper-light kisses. When she made it down to the pocket where his neck met broad shoulders, she wrapped her hands around the back of his head and bit down, hard enough to surprise, grabbing the muscle briefly and letting it go. Leaving marks was cause for punishment. He reared at that and grabbed a fistful of brown hair, growling and pulling her mouth onto his.

Their mouths met and the kiss was brutal. Conner crushed their lips together and she pushed back as if eager to devour him. Their tongues pressed together, and retreated, only to come back like shy lovers a moment later. His arms slipped down to her shoulders and brought her body closer to him. She pushed against him, reveling in the familiarity of it, hating the layers of fabric that separated skin from skin.

They were both breathless when he broke the kiss. She felt like her skin would give off an electric shock if he touched her again. He looked like reigning in his inner beast had cost him.

Conner ran his fingers inside the waist of her jeans at the small of her back, dragging them around to her hips. His fingers felt wonderful, and she couldn't stop a small moan from escaping.

"Times up. Take these down."

Not off, of course. Kay took a deep breath, brought back to the punishment at hand. He would use her jeans to keep her legs trapped while she was over his knee. She couldn't make her hands move.

"Don't make me say it again, or it will be twenty."

Shaking, she undid the button and pulled down the zipper.

There. That wasn't so hard.

Then she tugged at the waistband, sliding the denim over the curve of her bottom. She watched Conner, feeling her face turn a new shade of scarlet, but his eyes stayed on the white skin being revealed. Under the jeans she wore a satin black thong which left the globes of her cheeks uncovered. She was grateful that it wouldn't show wet spots. Kay dragged the jeans down until they were just above knee level, and then stood straight and waited.

"Panties too."

Kay's hand went back to her trim waist and hooked fingers under the thin black strap of the thong. Teasingly slowly, she pulled them down to meet her jeans, hoping that her sopping wet sex didn't leave tell tale strings of moisture as the crotch of the panties pulled away.

Conner groaned quietly and looked her up and down. Kay stood, clothed, but with ass and pussy completely exposed to his appraising gaze. He moved behind her. Suddenly she felt his mouth on her ear. His breath sent a chill through her. Gently, he took her earlobe into his mouth.

Hands crept around to rest first on exposed hips before moving gently up her lower belly. Her body ached to be touched, and her skin felt on fire in the traces of his fingertips. Again she resisted the urge to squeeze her thighs together. Instead she held still and begged him to touch her body with supplication alone.

His mouth moved lower, to her neck, gently licking and biting the soft skin. Kay muffled a moan, and felt tension leave her as she slipped under the spell of his mouth and fingers. He sent his breath down her collarbone, and a chill brought out goosebumps on her arm.

Standing directly behind his pet, Conner used two fingers to apply a gentle pressure to Kay's back. She leaned forward. He ran the palm of his hand over the bare skin of her bottom, first one side, then the other. Kay felt her hips moving involuntarily under his hands, her body betraying its need. Suddenly she felt two fingers drag from her engorged clit, pressing between the slippery lips of her sex, over the opening at her core, past the puckered hole above, and out the cleft of her bottom. She gasped at the pleasure of it.

"God, you're wet." Conner's voice was thick with lust.

"Its your fault," Kay said with a smirk.

He let the remark slide. "Fetch me a taste, pet."

Kay reached down and pushed her middle finger between her swollen labia, coating it in her sticky juices. She would have loved to thrust or caress the tight bud at the top of her snatch, but didn't dare. She quickly pulled out her finger and held it up to Conner. He bent his head and put his mouth on her finger. She could feel his tongue swirling over her skin, cleaning the off the cum.

Conner murmured his approval. "Your turn."

Kay reached down again and pushed her wet finger deep in her own pussy. The frustration of not being able to stroke was making her stomach tighten and her hips thrust forward on their own volition. She pulled out her finger and brought it to her mouth.

"Good girl," Conner cooed. "How does it taste?"

Kay smiled at him, and used one of his old lines. "Like strawberries and butterscotch."

He barked a laugh at that, and spun her around so hard she landed in his arms. Threading his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, he bent down into another kiss, gentler than the last. Soft, even. She could taste herself on his tongue and it only excited her further. She moaned against his open mouth. The kiss hardened, deepened. And suddenly he was grabbing for her as she was grabbing for him, with the tide of passion threatening to overwhelm her. When the kiss broke, it only left her hungrier.

Conner reached down and barely touched her swollen sex. Just one touch and Kay felt her knees weaken.

"A pet obeys absolutely without hesitation." He said it like a proverb. "Say it."

She repeated the words, trying to focus enough to remain standing. Every flick of his fingers sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body, from her pussy to her lower belly, all the way down to her knees.

"But a disobedient cunt needs to be punished. Say it." Again she repeated his words. When she got to the word "cunt" Conner pushed his thumb into Kay's swollen bud. She gasped and almost fell over.

"Since you hesitated, what does that make you?" Command snapped in his voice.

Kay couldn't think. She wanted that thumb on her clit to keep moving, to keep bringing her closer to relief. At her silence, he stopped cold.

"A disobedient cunt, Master," she blurted. She would have said anything to keep that thumb stroking her.

"A disobedient cunt that what?" Conner questioned, keeping his hands perfectly still on her pussy.

A disobedient cunt that...needs to be punished." She forced out the words and almost cried in relief when the thumb over her clit began to work in small circles. Kay swung her hips with his rhythm; her body was already screaming for release.

"Good girl." The hand pulled away. Kay couldn't stop the frustrated whimper. "Now bend over my lap with your hands on the floor," Conner ordered, moving to sit in the kitchen chair.

Kay did as she was told, feeling her sodden pussy gush at the thought. She laid herself down across his knees, with the soft white flesh of her bottom exposed and vulnerable. From this angle, she was sure her lower lips would be visible between her thighs. Conner ran his hands up and down the skin of her ass, tracing the cleft, dipping down towards the flash of pink hiding below.

"You'll count and thank me for each one, cunt."

"Yes, Master."

"Good," continued Conner, "Are you ready?" Kay nodded her head, not trusting herself to speak.

Conner brought his hand down with a ringing smack.

Kay grunted at the impact. Goddamn! Fifteen more of those and she really was going to have a hard time sitting down.

"What do you say?"

"One. Thank you, Master."

Crack!

"Two. Thank you, Master."

Crack! Crack!

After the fourth smack her ass was seriously smarting. She felt his hands rub at the warmed flesh. His fingers ran delicately over her flushing skin, caressing and dipping into the wet lips of her exposed snatch.

Kay could see herself in her mind's eye, bent over for punishment like a naughty child, with a flushed, pink bottom. It made her all the more desperate for his fingers on her clit, or pistoning in and out to to make her moan.

Crack! Crack!

"Six. Thank you, Master." Before she finished saying the words, he thrust two fingers deep into her.

She gasped in surprise and pleasure. He pumped his thick fingers in the eager passage, sending sharp, sweet bursts through her whole body. She couldn't keep herself from crying out, but bit her lip as a reminder to keep it down. When she managed to damper her cries to a guttural mewling, he only went harder, thundering in and out of her sex. Kay quickly gave up trying to keep quiet.

Conner landed three more blows in rapid succession. She didn't try to count them out. She doubted she would have been capable, with his fingers making her blood sing and the pain of her bottom worsening with every hit. Kay was sure you could see each pink hand print.

When she thought the pleasure had reached a plateau, his fingers curled around to hit her g-spot, pounding against the inner walls and the intensity skyrocketed. She bucked her hips in time with the thrusts. She couldn't think, she couldn't do anything but let him take her body.


Kay Comes Home Ch. 02



As promised, Kay's story continues. Please vote and leave comments! I'm new at this and that's what makes it fun.

Again to my Loki, to things that were, and to things that can never be. 

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By the time Tuesday rolled around, Kay was almost as nervous as she was excited. She spent the day at work nibbling on her pen, trying to keep her mind on the complicated financials spread out over her desk. It was hopeless. When the clock finally snapped into place at five-thirty, she grabbed her purse, ready to begin the long drive home. She would barely have time to change before she was due at Conner's house.

She was standing up to go when her boss, Hirano-san strolled up with a mug of coffee in hand. Kay bit back a groan.

"Ahh, Kay-chan," began the Japanese ex-pat, "did you get a chance to revise the June forecast?"

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"No, actually, but I've really got to..."

"Maybe you can stay a minute? If its not too big trouble, we must recalculate the forecast for Quarterly meeting."

Kay sighed and propped up a smile. She really did like her boss. Just not when he was throwing things at her at five-thirty-one.

"I thought it wasn't due until Thursday?"

"You are right. But Masaki-san has to fly to Thailand so we will have Quarterly tomorrow."

"Maybe we'll have time in the morning to review?" she asked hopefully, trying to sound casual as she fished for the deadline. "I've just got to run the numbers through Oracle. "

"Perhaps," he responded, but the look on his face was a clear 'no.' The plastic smile got harder to hold.

"The meeting's very early tomorrow isn't it?"

"Six o'clock. TV meeting with Japan."

Sometimes you just couldn't win. Kay struggled to make her voice sound cheery; if she had to stay late, at least she'd get herself some bonus points. "Well, I can take a look at it now then. No problem, Hirano-san." She prepared herself to begin a one-woman race against time. "Is it saved on the H drive?"

He nodded. "Gracias." He'd been taking Spanish lessons. "Muchos Gracias."

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It was 7:05 when Kay pulled up outside of Conner's house after an hour of furious number crunching. She was good at her job and took pride in it, but it was hard to focus while knowing what was waiting for her when she finished. Flipping off her engine, Kay hurried out of the car, grateful that she often wore skirts to the office. And heels. One of the best parts about being twenty-five and single was dressing up for work and she knew she looked good in her gray pencil skirt and collared black blouse. Sharp, not slutty, and she liked it that way.

After all, the imagination was more powerful than cleavage.

Kay took a deep breath to steady herself as she walked up the driveway, heels clicking on the concrete. Five minutes late was nothing. He might not even notice. She ran a hand through her short brown hair and mentally tried to soothe fluttering butterflies as she stepped onto the porch. Her hand reached out for the handle of the screen door.

The heavy front door swung open, sending out a whoosh of air before she could pull open the screen. Conner was standing with his arms crossed over his broad chest. With dark hair, deep set amber eyes, and new freckles dotting his nose, he was every inch the classic Irish rogue. The stern set of his square jaw made Kay's stomach drop.

"You're late, cunt."

She should have known.

"Which shouldn't be encouraged, should it?"

Kay stood awkwardly on the raised cement porch, and Conner made no move to let her in.

She looked down at her black heels. "No."

"No what?"

She shifted her weight from right to left, unable to say the words.

"Say it. You're already in enough trouble."

"No, Master," Kay mumbled. If she whispered, he'd probably make her shout it and the shame of being overheard would be enough to make her want to hide in the bushes.

"Good girl. Because you apparently couldn't see fit to make it here on time, you'll lose privileges." He cocked his head to the side, every bit the judge and executioner. "You've just lost the right to wear panties in my house. So if you want to come in, take them off."

"Here?" she squeaked. Her face went bright pink.

"Now." He grinned wickedly and it made him looking crushingly devious. Kay felt her pulse quicken.

Kay glanced around the neighborhood. No one was out, but it was still daylight outside. She took a deep breath and braced herself, the memory of being punished with the belt still too fresh in her mind to consider disobeying. As fast as she could manage, Kay shot a hand up her skirt and deftly pulled down a bright red thong. Hurriedly, she stepped out of it and scrunched it up in her palm, terrified she hadn't been fast enough, terrified someone was watching her.

The red silk was wet in her fist. 

Conner stepped back from the doorway, his requirement satisfied, and finally nodded permission for her to enter.

Unable to resist, Kay launched herself at him as she swept through the doorway. The purse got tossed to the floor and she rushed into his arms. Conner grunted in surprise but wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled their bodies close. Just the nearness of him made the rest of the word fade away, pushed into some dim corner of her consciousness. All the neighbors, the office - everything else she was - became nothing more blaring radio commercials. His presence alone had turned the volume down.

After a moment, Conner leaned away but left his arms around the small of her back.

"Look at you. My pet's all grown up."

She preened as his eyes swept over the blouse and skirt, drinking her in. He bent down and pressed his lips gently against the curve of her neck. A wordless moaned bubbled up. His fingers went to the button at the top of her blouse and pinched it open. A second button followed, and then a third to reveal the flash of her red silk bra, a blazing burst of color against the drab office clothes.

Conner leaned back again to admire his handiwork. "You look just like a secretary." The subtle emphasis on the word told Kay he was referring to the men's magazine kind, not the pre-law kind. That spark in his eyes said he was imagining her getting spanked over the CEO's desk for leaving typos in the cover letter. She pushed up against him, inspired by the mental picture.

A hand slipped through the half-open blouse to explore the revealed flesh and deftly slid behind the cup of her bra. Fingertips brushed against her nipple and brought another soft moan to her lips. Conner grabbed her hardening nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard enough to make Kay grunt.

"I'll bet no one at work knows what you're really like."

Just the thought sent a jolt through her. "Of course not, Master." God, she'd die if anyone knew.

"But I do, and tonight you're going to prove it to me." That beast in his eyes unfurled, filling the brown depths with excitement. It called to her and Kay licked her lips in anticipation. "I'll bet all the guys in your office enjoyed looking at you today."

Kay nodded. There weren't many young single women, and even if most of the men were discreet, she still caught them staring at her silky legs or glancing down her shirt. She imagined them straining not to lean forward, hoping to get a glimpse of creamy white skin pushed together along the curve of her D-cup bra. She really didn't mind. It was flattering to imagine they went home to their wives and jerked off to how she would look bent over a desk. 

If they only knew.

"Well, I get to see what they don't." Conner extracted himself and moved away to take a seat on the sofa. He spread his arms casually, but didn't indicate she should sit down. Kay waited uncomfortably, feeling a lot like she had gotten called into the bosses office. She didn't dare sit down next to him without permission, and stood in the doorway twisting the ring she wore around her middle finger, an old nervous habit. It amused her to remember that he had bought if for her so many years ago.

But there was more serious business afoot.

"I'm sorry for being late," Kay mumbled, looking down at the floor.

"I'll bet. But that doesn't excuse you." His stern voice meant she was still in trouble and the need for atonement warred with the fear of punishment. "Now go stand in front of the TV, pet, I want to see what's mine."

All Kay wanted was to be closer to her Master, but that tone brooked no argument so she obediently maneuvered around the coffee table to stand facing the sofa. 

Conner twirled a finger at her like a king in his throne room, cool and controlling. "Turn around."

She complied, turning slowly. Her heels made echoing sounds on the wooden floor.

"Now lift that skirt up to your hips."

Kay felt her face heat up. Her hands went to her skirt and the wave of shame went straight to her pussy. She began peeling the gray wool up over the globes of her ass, exposing first the tops of her black silk thigh highs, then the pale skin of her bottom. She never wore garters but loved the naughty look of long stockings; it was like walking around the office with a dirty secret.

Conner made a sound of appreciation low in his throat.

He liked thigh-highs too.

Kay wished he was close enough to feel how wet she'd become. He hadn't even touched her yet, but all she could think about was how his fingers would feel grazing her skin, slipping through her hot slit.

"Spread your legs shoulder length apart," he directed. When she shifted her stance he went on, "Just like that, pet." She could feel his eyes exploring her every curve. "Look at that ass."

Kay stood there on display staring at the TV screen and felt her face turn scarlet. Some man was selling fertilizer, completely oblivious to the girl flashing her bare sex at at him. She could feel the cool air slide over her soft skin.

"Bend over and let me see my cunt."

Another wave of heat, this one more intense, left her quivering at his command and Kay knew if Conner were close enough to feel, he would find her pussy already eager for attention. She lowered her hands to her knees and began to lean forward.

"All the way down. And stick that ass out like a good cunt."

With no choice but to obey, Kay closed her eyes to the guy in the commercial and all but folded herself in half, back arching to offer up her bottom invitingly. She felt the lips of her hot sex split and pull apart, giving Conner a clear view of the pink folds of her most private of places.

Conner's voice was silk. "Now that's how a secretary should look, bent over and ready to be fucked."

In her mind's eye she could see herself, gray skirt bunched up over pale hips, black thigh highs framing luscious red lips, slick with the evidence of her humiliation. Her pussy would have stood out like a red flag, soft and wet, begging for a cock. Need flared white hot in her belly.

"Do you want to be fucked, pet?"

She couldn't make herself say it.

Conner's voice hardened. "I asked you a question."

"Yes, Master."

"Keep going."

She took a deep breath and complied. "Yes Master, your pet wants to be fucked."

"Good girl. Then do it. Put two fingers in your pussy and fuck yourself. I'd like to be entertained."

Kay moved her hands up to her wet snatch and sunk two fingers into the heat she found there. She was already wet enough, just from being on display, that they pushed in easily. She started moving her hand in and out, and it felt good to have something pressing inside her. Conner would have felt better, but she did her best to imagine it was his cock splitting her open. She increased the tempo and a small moan slipped out.

"That's enough."

She stopped on command, still bent over with her ass pushed out, compliant and vulnerable. Her fingers came away slick with her juices. God, she wanted him near her. She'd spent all week fantasizing about his hands, and face, and cock. Now he was five feet across the room and she just wanted, needed to feel him. This was the worst sort of punishment. 

Pain, it seemed, wasn't the only way to teach a pet a lesson; deprivation worked just as well.

"Stand up, turn around and open yourself for me."

She cringed at the order, but knew better than to try to resist. Kay turn around in her heels and stood before her Master. It took every ounce of strength she could muster to make herself reach down to her shaved sex and pull her lower lips open. She could feel the blood in her face and thought it might boil in her veins, but she lifted them to revel the tender pink nub hiding in the creases of delicate skin.

"Good girl," he cooed. "I'll bet you want to rub that clit, don't you?"

She swallowed. Oh god, yes.

But Kay kept her eyes down and only said, "Yes, Master."

He chuckled. He always knew when she was hungry for him. "If you had been on time, maybe I would have let you. Now crawl and fetch me a beer. You can get one for yourself if you'd like."

Frustration tightened up her throat as Kay knelt beside the coffee table and went down to all fours.

"Leave that skirt around your waist, though. I want to watch my pussy as you go."

As she sauntered on her knees through the kitchen doorway, Kay couldn't help but marvel. Her nerves were bundled tight already, her pussy was soaked, and he hadn't even touched her. She wanted his mouth, his hands, his cock. She wanted him all over every inch of her body. She wanted him in her mouth and in her pussy, and couldn't do a damn thing about it. No other man had ever gotten her so hot before.

In less than five minutes. Jesus.

Still on her knees, she pulled open the door of the fridge. The cold air hitting her open pussy sent a chill through her. She hurriedly grabbed two cold bottles of beer and spun around to make the trip back.

Uh-oh. With two bottles in her hands, how was she supposed to crawl? After last time there was no way she was going to walk back. She transferred both bottles to one hand and thought about shuffling forward. That was definitely not going to work. Finally she palmed both and went down to her elbows, ass sticking up lewdly. 

Kay scooted forward awkwardly with the wet velvet of her slit upraised and exposed. Foot by foot, she slid one elbow at a time across the tile floor of the kitchen, careful to keep a tight grip on the bottom of the bottle. When she made it around the corner on her elbows, Conner chuckled.

"Clever pet. I wondered if I'd have to get the belt out." Kay kept her eyes glued to floor, too embarrassed to look up. "But it appears you can be taught after all."

She kept going, excruciatingly aware of the sight she presented from behind, until she was beside Conner's position on the sofa. Gratefully, she returned to a kneeling position and put both bottles on the coffee table.

Kay paused, waiting for direction.

"Well? They're not going to open themselves."

Kay grabbed the first bottle and twisted off the cap, lifting it up for her Master. He waited for her to wrench the top off the second bottle before leaning down to stroke her short brown hair. The touch of his fingers was lightening on her skin. His fingernails caressed her forehead and swept back a piece of stubborn brown hair. It was a small offering but it was enough. She tilted her head to the side and her eyes closed lazily. When he leaned down to kiss her forehead, she moaned under her breath.

"Hello, pet."

Inane words, but she blossomed for him. He held such power; she wondered if he could possibly know how much.

"Hello, Master."

He smiled down at her and clinked his glass against hers. "To forgotten treasures."

Kay joined him in taking a cooling sip, then smirked. 

"You know, that could be the slogan for Antique roadshow."

Conner's face softened and he laughed at that, tightening his fist in her hair and giving it a gentle tug. "Smart ass. Come up here."

She obliged him willingly, and set her beer down to straddle his lap. With her skirt still around her waist, Kay was overwhelmingly aware of the closeness of him. He smelled good, like always, dark, masculine, and heart-achingly familiar. Her body molded to him instinctively.

When she tilted her head down, he lifted his chin for a kiss. Their lips came together slowly but as unavoidably as the ocean tide. When they finally met, it was like throwing a match on a puddle of gasoline. Reality disappeared in a flash of flame and smoke and Kay gave herself over to the fever he kindled in her. Conner lashed at her tongue with his own, and she accepted it willingly. His mouth covered hers completely, eager to drink her in, to lay a claim, to make her give everything over to him. Her body pressed against his and she could feel his arousal. His hands slipped through the hair at the back of her neck before an arm swung down to her lower back to pull her closer.

When he leaned back to break the kiss, she only went at him harder, hands in his hair, fingers holding him to her and refusing to let go. The rumble in the back of his throat said he didn't mind at all. The kiss deepened again. Her hands grabbed at his neck and shoulders. His hands slipped down to her exposed bottom, caressing and squeezing the soft flesh.

Finally, damn it all, Kay had to breathe. She sat back, panting lightly.

"Someone happy to see me?" he teased.

"Always, Master," she smiled. She dipped her head down to plant a kiss on the side of his neck.

"You have to ask for that."

"You have to make me."

She had half expected to be punished for her petulance, but his eyes were still full of play. Conner's hand fell away from her body and one came up to rustle her short brown hair. She giggled liked a child, delighted, unconcerned. His fingers trailed down to caress the side of her cheek. When his thumb curled around her jaw to trace over her lips, Kay held still, letting her Master explore her face.

"Last time we didn't get to talk much," he murmured, but now he was looking at her lips hungrily. The mood transitioned seamlessly. The playfulness was gone, replaced by a teasing silkiness.

"No, Master," Kay agreed, getting lost in the nearness of him. She bent down to kiss him again, but he pulled back.

"Why was that, pet?"

"I was..." she had to pause to make the words come out, "a disobedient cunt, Master."

"Good girl." He leaned in and licked her bottom lip teasingly. "And?"

"And...I could only think about having my pussy played with, Master."

"Is that right?" Conner's hand gently glided over her bare thigh, spread open to sit across his lap. The fingernails grazed her naked skin, bringing goosebumps out on her arms. He moved inches away from the tight bud at the top of her snatch.

"So what are you thinking about now?"

Kay closed her eyes and willed him to keep moving closer to the bundle of nerves at her core. He shifted his fingers up her thigh, flirting with her skin and sending sweet ripples of pleasure along her nerves.

"Say it, pet."

Her mouth parted as Conner traced careful circles in the crease where her creamy legs joined her pelvis. The fingers darted in to lightly brush her clit.

"Having my pussy played with, Master," she whispered. Her hips moved forward on their own volition, hungry for more of his touch.

Conner slapped her thigh with a ringing smack. Kay jerked back at the sting and surprise.

He moved his mouth next to her ear and whispered, "Hold still." 

His fingers began to slowly trace the outside of her lower lips, whisper soft and oh-so-close. When they passed over the top of her pussy, just skimming across her clit, Kay groaned in wordless frustration.

"And why do you like having your pussy played with?"

Because it felt amazing? Because he could make her cum hard enough to forget her own name? But she knew what she was supposed to say.

"Because I'm a slut, Master."

"Very good. A greedy little slut."




Kay Comes Home Ch. 02



Kay bit her lip and paused again, but his fingers were magic and she was losing control of herself. Every touch sent bolts of electricity through her. When his finger traveled up her slit, pushing through sticky wetness to press against her clit, she couldn't hold back anymore.

She wanted him in her, his fingers, cock, whatever. She wanted him to flick her sensitive bud and make her come; she wanted the orgasm he was teasingly dangling in front of her.

His finger moved in quick circles over Kay's clit while he forced quiet pleas for more out of her soft lips. Without warning, his hand slipped down and pushed into her cunt. The whimpers transformed into sharp grunts as he slammed two fingers deep into her sex. He pulled her head towards his shoulder, trapping her body against his and pumped his hand in and out furiously.

"Oh god, please..."

"Please what?"

"Please touch me. Please play with your greedy slut. Please, Master..."

Holding her head buried in his shoulder, Conner whispered, "Christ, you're hot when you're begging."

His words threatened to push Kay over the edge, but Conner grabbed a fistful of her hair at the last second and pulled her back, withdrawing wet fingers and leaving Kay feeling impossibly empty.

After leaning in to lick her neck, Conner offered his fingers to her as she sat panting on his lap, eyes glazed with heady passion.

She opened her red mouth at his unspoken command, and leaned forward to gently wrap her lips around his fingers. Her tongue slipped out to bathe them, licking and curling around the digits. Kay began to stroke up and down as if she were sucking her Master's cock, making sure to clean off every glistening inch.

When she finished, he leaned in and took an earlobe into his mouth. The sound of Conner's breath on her ear made Kay squirm on his lap and lean her head to the side, lost in the sensation. His tongue gently circled her outer ear before he craned his neck to bite the muscles of her shoulder.

"Now get back down on your knees. We have to talk and having you so close is more than a little distracting."

Kay flushed at the compliment and reluctantly pulled herself away to climb down to her position on the floor.

"Hand me my beer, pet." When she did, he took a deep sip and continued.

"You're leaving again."

It wasn't a question. When she'd first visited him, Kay had told Conner about an opportunity she had in China. The only reason she had moved back was to save a little money before she went by living with an old college roommate.

Still, it was harder to say than all the dirty things he coaxed out of her. She didn't want to talk about, or think about it. Not when it meant being so far away from him. She looked away, staring at nothing.

His silence made her finally speak.

"I am."

"When do you fly out?"

She sighed. "I just bought the plane ticket this weekend. I've got to be there by August 10th." Kay grabbed her beer and took a drink, mostly as an excuse to keeping looking away, to hide in plain sight. Conner exhaled loudly and leaned back into the couch.

"So you'll be gone again."

It was his turn to say something difficult and he paused, letting the silence stretch like a loaded rubber-band.

"I always knew I couldn't keep you, Kay."

She flinched at the sound of her name of his lips. It was the screeching of brakes just before an accident. It sounded wrong. It felt wrong.

It felt like goodbye.

"Conner...I..."

"No, pet," he said firmly, cutting her off and recovering all of his strength in the blink of an eye. "I've never held you back, and couldn't live myself if I ever did. This leaves us a good three months."

Conner leaned forward and grabbed Kay's chin in his hands, forcing her to look him in the eye.

He took a deep breath but when he spoke that beast she often saw lurking in the shadows of his eyes was back and looking hungry. A fire had kindled, somewhere in the depths of him, alive and burning. He looked devious and wildly dangerous. His face blazed with a challenge, a dare. 

Kay loved him for it. Still. Maybe always.

"Do you want to find out how much I can do to you in three months?"

Each word was heavy with promise, making her head spin. Kay swallowed and nodded.

"Good. I believe in living life, not running away from it for fear of being hurt. Our time is short, and I'm not going to take it easy on you. I'm going to push your boundaries. I'm going to make you do things that will humiliate you, some that will hurt you, some that will make you cum. Are you OK with that, pet?"

She didn't have to think about it. "I've never wanted anything more," she whispered, and meant it with everything she was.

"Then," his eyes glittered dangerously as he let go of her chin, "its time for you to re-learn the rules."

He took another sip of beer and began.

"First rule: A pet obeys her Master's command without hesitation. You will do exactly what I say when I say it. Your body is mine. Your mouth is mine. Your pussy is mine. I will use them any way I like and I expect instant obedience or you will be punished. Understand?"

Kay nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Good girl, now let's practice. Take your clothes off. You won't be needing them anymore."

Kay began to unbutton her black blouse, revealing the curves of her plump breasts. Her nipples hardened at the thought of him watching. She slipped out of the sleeves and went behind her back to unhinge the red 32D. The cups fell away revealing round white breasts and the tight nubs of her nipples. She stood up on her knees to unzip the skirt and carefully stepped out of it, leaving herself nude except for the black stockings and heels. When her hands slipped to her thigh, she looked up up questioningly. Conner shook his head; the stockings stayed on.

"Rule Two. My pet has no privileges except those I give her. That means no touching or kissing without permission. And when you are in my house, I expect you to crawl. You are my pet, and pets walk on all fours with their little pussies out for everyone to see.

A whole host of images sprang unbidden into her mind: crawling around, kneeling and looking at the floor, begging for permission to kiss him, touch him. Kay shivered with excitement.

"Rule three: I own your orgasms. You will always ask permission before you come and you'll be punished if you do so without permission. That includes when you're at home."

"What?!" she gasped. Kay looked up at her Master in shock. Last week she had gotten herself off more times than she could remember waiting for Tuesday to come. How the hell was she supposed to wait when he left her wanting for days?

"Do you have a problem with that, pet?"

Kay bit her lip.

"If you want to cum, you will call me and ask." Conner leaned forward and grabbed her nipple in his fingers. When she paused, he twisted hard. "Is that clear?"

Kay yelped. "Yes, Master."

"When I ask you a question, you'll answer immediately." His face was a thundercloud. "I want you on all fours with your hands and knees on either side of my legs. Do it now."

Kay hurried to obey, positioning herself with his shins resting against her rib cage. She felt Conner run a hand lightly from her shoulder blades, down her spine, and through the cleft of her bottom. It was the calm before the storm, but when his hand sunk lower to her swollen sex, she couldn't stop herself from arching her back invitingly. He ran his fingers down to her cunt and then pulled them away. 

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The three sharp slaps rained down before she had a chance to react. The skin erupted in a flush of pain and Kay couldn't stop herself from crying out in surprise. She flinched when she felt his hand rise for the fourth time, but when it came back down, it was whisper soft. Conner's palm rubbed her tender ass, gently soothing away the burn.

"If you can't even obey the rules when you're learning them, you're not going to be able to sit tomorrow."

"I'm sorry, Master." Kay couldn't help but wriggle her ass as he rubbed small circles over the flaming skin. "I'll be good."

"You better. Rule four," Conner continued as if it was perfectly normal to have a nude girl kneeling in front of him. "When we're in private, my pussy is to be available to me at all times. That means when you sit, you sit facing me with your legs spread. When you kneel, you kneel facing me with your legs spread. What do you say?"

"Yes Master, I understand. I will keep your pussy open for you."

Crack!

Kay jumped forward at the unexpected slap. Her backside throbbed and her pussy followed suit. Conner's finger slipped through her slit again from top to bottom, making Kay writhe for more. The heat threatened to overwhelm her.

"Rule five: I will punish you any way I like for anything I want. Sometimes I will use my hands or the belt. If I do, you will accept and be grateful for the punishment.

"Last one, rule six, when you are being punished, you are nothing more than my cunt and you will refer to yourself as such. Cunts have no freedoms and will be punished for every mistake. So try it again and don't you dare use first person. That's the last time I will warn you."

"Yes, Master," she flinched at the hard edge in his voice. She didn't have to pretend to be cowed; the cold command he emanated was intimidating as hell. "Thank you for punishing your cunt, Master."

On the word 'cunt' he jammed two fingers into her waiting snatch. She cried out at the rough entry and again as his finger pounded hard against the flesh inside her. He pulled out in just seconds. Kay's head fell forward in disappointment, her mouth opened hungrily, and she arched her back in a desperate plea for more.

Crack!

She jumped again and the pain flared across her backside in harmony with a rush that went straight to her waiting sex. She wasn't sure how many more she could handle without crying out, positive that each hand print would be clearly visible, a rosy pink above black stockings. The thought made her wetter.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you Master."

"Good girl. You got it, pet?"

He didn't need to ask if she would obey. Her submission had already been offered and accepted. 

"I think so, Master."

"Good. Then its about time to go through the positions. But first, go get the leash off the table by the door."

Kay looked back at him quizzically.

"Yes, pet, I picked one up for you. Now go get it." He gave her a warning tap on the bottom to hurry her along.

Kay shook her head and crawled towards the front door. Sure enough, she found a small black leather collar and metal leash coiled on the wrought iron and glass table. Interlocking rings made up the chain, probably about five feet long, with just a half dollar sized ring at the end.

"Oh Master, its just like my old one!" she gushed.

"I knew you'd like it. Now come back here."

She seized the collar and leash off the table and spun around.

"Do you remember how to carry it?" he asked.

Kay felt her blood heat up as she lifted the coiled leather and metal into her mouth to crawl back to her Master. Some things never got easier.

When she got there, Kay knelt and Conner took it out of her mouth, pausing to kiss her gently. His lips pressed against her forehead as the collar slipped around her throat. It felt like it belonged there.

"You always did look better collared." Conner grabbed the two bottles of beer and set them on the end table, then patted the solid wood coffee table twice with the palm of his hand.

The implication was clear. Kay pulled herself up to all fours on the top of the table, collared and feeling like a slave on the block with her pussy wet and the leash draping between her breasts. The coffee table was like a pedestal, and she was the piece of art on display, an object to be admired and used. It was impossible not to feel watched, perched as she was in the middle of the living room, offered up to be judged and inspected like a sports car in a showroom.

"Present."

Kay remembered enough to shift into a kneeling stance, with her legs folded under her and wide open. Her hands went behind her, palms down so she could lean backwards, and she thrust out her open sex. The position was an offering. It was a gesture of submission, the acknowledgment that all she had was his for the taking.

Conner reached out to accept that offering. His hands slid first to the underside of her bottom before slipping up through her slit. Kay gasped at the touch, eager for more, desperate to please.

"I've always liked this one," he murmured and grabbed the leash danging in front of her pussy. The ring on the end went over Conner's finger, the swinging weight of the chain a reminder that she was owned.

"But I like next one more. Kiss the floor. You can face the wall."

Kay silently flipped herself over on her knees and went down to her elbows, face resting on the cool table top. Her legs stayed spread, black heels just off the end of the table. Everything she had to offer was exposed and on display. She could feel the cool air sliding over the puckered hole above the wet mouth of her cunt. A position like this went beyond offering to begging. It begged for a cock or a tongue or fingers to fill her, tease her. It made it impossible to think of anything except the availability of her throbbing sex while, at the same time, leaving her completely blind to what was coming.

Small wonder he liked this one so much.

Conner pulled the leash over her shoulder as he stood up to move around to her backside. The cool metal links dragged across Kay's skin and came down to swing against her pink slit.

"All right, pet, I think its time for a little pop quiz. You're going to repeat the rules for me. If you need a hint, you'll get as many 'reminders' as the rule number and then you'll start again from the top." Kay felt a thrill of panic as her mind whirred, trying to remember everything he had said. There was no way she was going get all the rules right.

Conner brushed his hand across the left cheek of her ass and gently followed the trail her open pussy made between her legs. His voice was devilish. "I hope you were paying attention. Go ahead. Rule one."

Suddenly, she felt warm breath on her thigh, and a wet tongue slipped up the outside of her lower lips. Kay moaned in pleasure. The tongue continued back down the other side.

Thank god the first one was easy or she wouldn't have a chance. 

"Rule one," she began, "a pet will always obey her Master without hesitation."

"Very good." Conner pushed two fingers up against her clit in reward. Kay felt her breath catch in her throat; his hands and mouth were a serious distraction. She pushed her bottom out and felt his hand retreat to the inside of her sensitive thigh.

"Rule two, a pet must ask permission..." Kay gasped as a finger glided across her clit, "to meet her Master's eyes, touch her Master...or walk on her feet." It wasn't the most graceful phrasing, but it was as good as could be expected under the circumstances.

Conner murmured his approval and slid his palm over her sensitive pussy, smearing a streak of cum across her lower lips. It was getting harder and harder to think.

Kay tried to remember the next one. "Rule three." His fingers felt so good she could feel her focus slip away; only the rosiness of her ass reminded Kay to try to pull the third rule from memory. Something about punishments?

It was worth a try. "A pet will accept and be grateful for being punished."

Crack!

His hand came down on her sore left cheek, making Kay yelp as her body pitched forward. She scrambled to catch herself on the lip of the coffee table.

Crack!

"You forgot something."

"Two, thank you Master." she called out quickly. Two more blows landed, each harder than the last, but Kay made herself thank him for each one.

"Three for forgetting rule number three. This is the one you're going to hate the most."

Then she knew it. "Orgasms, Master. A pet is not to come without permission."

"Very good, but start from the top."

She listed them off: obey your master, ask permission, don't cum, and thankfully got through the first three rules without incident. Her ass was already sore, glowing hot from the spankings she'd already received. 

"Rule four." Kay stopped. She knew it just a second ago and now was drawing blanks. Kay began a frantic search of her memory but the search didn't return any useful files. Finally, she pushed her head against the wooden table in defeat. "I'm sorry Master, I can't remember the fourth rule.

"Then you'll have to pay for your hint, won't you?"

The blows began and she struggled to count them off. Her bottom was really stinging now, and each strike was lighting a fire in her skin. By the third, she couldn't help herself and reached back with her hands in a vain attempt to protect her searing flesh.

Conner swatted her hands away contemptuously. "Move them. I won't ask you again."

Kay pulled her hands back with a quiet moan and grabbed the lip of the table. Her knuckles went white as she waited for the next blow.

Crack!

The pain overwhelmed her senses for a split second and Kay's hands shot right back to where they had been. Her ass was burning hotter than coal and instinct had taken over. All she could do was think about avoiding the next strike. By the time she recovered enough to draw her impetuous hands away, it was too late.

"That's it, cunt. You'll hold your leash while I go get the restraints."

She bit her lip and kept her eyes down, ashamed of her lack of control. 

"I'm sorry, Master." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she held her hands out, waiting for him to transfer the small metal ring he wore on his finger.

Conner's laugh was chilly. "Oh no. Have you really forgotten?"

An invisible hand reached into Kay's stomach and made origami out of her insides. She knew what was coming. Waves of queasy anticipation rippled.

The metal links were cold as Conner laid them down her spine to land between her cheeks and dangle against her pussy. She felt each individual link as Conner pulled the chain through her slit, dragging it over her wet sex. With two fingers, he shoved the half-dollar sized meal loop into her snatch. She whimpered at that, but only because she knew what came next--he was just coating it in her juices on its way to the next stop. The ring popped out on its own, and he dragged it back up to her tightly puckered hole. Her Master took a wet finger and rubbed a circle around the small hole, and then unceremoniously spit a load of saliva at her upturned ass. 

The rush of shame heated her face, but was swiftly replaced by an entirely different sensation when Conner sunk a finger in to the knuckle in her tightest hole. He thrust and twirled it, loosening her up for what he had in mind. When the finger pulled out, Kay felt the cold metal of the ring pushing at her sphincter. She moaned at the intrusion and felt the little ring stretch her ass open uncomfortably as Conner pushed it through the outer rings of muscle. Suddenly, the pressure receded. The ring settled into place.

Conner gave the leash a short tug, and Kay couldn't help but move with the pull to avoid the uncomfortable pressure. He tugged harder until Kay thought he meant to pull it out, but let go before it wormed free. Apparently he had to check that it would remain where it was while he was gone, silver links disappearing between the cheeks of her backside.

"You can relax, cunt. I'll be right back." He gave her clit a touch good bye, and when Kay shifted slightly to meet his finger, the excess chain swung between her legs. It pulled distractingly on the end of the leash buried in her ass.

She went down into a crouch on the table top, painfully aware of the throbbing of her sex, but when she squeezed her thighs together, she was only reminded of the cold ring connecting her neck and ass. The stillness made her more aware of her current position. She felt the flush of her burning bottom, the chain snaking down her back, the air gently moving across her opened sex. Taut nipples rubbed against the table and she held back the urge to roll them in her fingers.




Kay Comes Home Ch. 02



Minutes later Kay felt Conner's fingers trail along her spine on his way around the table to crouch in front of her. In his hand he held black canvas handcuffs folded up and tied with Velcro. He ripped one open and wrapped the stiff cloth around her left wrist, looping the end around a table leg before pulling the straps tight. The other cuff followed and when he stepped back, Kay's hands were bound above the edge of the table with only about a foot of give.

She lay with her stocking-covered knees open and folded under her, wearing the black collar around her neck with the metal chain draped seductively over her back to disappear in the cleft of her ass. Her hands were thrust out in front, cuffed and bound to the table. She looked like a cat stretching, ass and pussy exposed, begging to be used with or without consent.

"Now that's a sight I thought I'd never get to see again. Recite the rules."

This time Kay was ready. "Rule one: I will obey my Master." 

Conner walked around the top of the table, outside of her line of vision. She had gotten the rule right, but he hadn't said if she would be punished for trying to block the earlier blows. Kay's ass clenched reflexively.

"Rule two: I will not touch, kiss, or walk without permission."

Crack!

Her bottom blossomed, but Kay bit down, thanked her Master, and got the second rule out through clenched teeth. "Rule three: I will not cum without consent." She flinched even before the hand came down, but with the restraints binding her arms, there was nothing she could do.

Crack! 

Kay gasped in pain, and tears sprung into her eyes. She did her best to make her voice sound normal. "Rule four: My pussy will always be available to my Master." 

Crack!

It was hard to think. She had to get the rules out before she forgot them again. "Rule five: I will be accept and be grateful for any punishment my Master chooses." His hand came down again and she winced at the sharp sting, but kept going.

"Rule six: A cunt has no freedoms, must lower her eyes and refer to herself as your cunt." Kay squeezed her eyes shut waiting for the last one. She was desperate to please him, desperate to prove that she could accept any punishment he deemed necessary, but it was all she could do to hold still while the red skin pulsed, keeping time with the beat of her heart. 

Instead of the slap she expected, Kay felt the warmth of a tongue graze her clit. The surprise was so pleasant, she groaned her gratitude. Two quick licks and his mouth moved away, sliding up to the entry of her sex. She felt his tongue push through the sensitive opening and whimpered in need, surprised at how good it felt thrusting into her.

"Thank you for punishing your cunt, Master." She was proud of herself for remembering the rules.

"Good, pet." Conner's hands draped over aching skin and began to drift around the cheeks of her bottom. When he brought his mouth back to her clit, Kay felt herself slip under the spell he was casting. The pleasure was intoxicating; she buried her face in her arms. 

"What do you think," Conner asked casually, "does pussy go good with beer?"

She could feel his moist breath on her inner thigh and couldn't stop herself from undulating towards him. She would have agreed to anything just to have his warm mouth move closer to the roiling heat at the her core.

"Yes, Master." It was hard to think with his lips so close to her aching sex. She desperately wanted to feel him lap at her clit. "Please."

A finger circled the tight hole of her ass and gave the leash a gentle tug before stroking down to her wetter entrance and burying itself deep inside her. His tongue once again traced a path around her pussy. It was too much. She pushed her ass out further, begging for more.

"I think you'd better try it first and tell me how it is."

Suddenly, she felt something cold and hard touching the opening of her deepest pleasure. It pushed in gently, slipping through her folds. Her pussy closed around it. In an instant she knew what it was.

The neck of the beer bottle.

Oh god. The wave of humiliation that washed through was intense enough to be almost painful as it made her insides flip and sent a shudder through taut muscles.

The bottle moved into her a little more at a time. Conner twisted and pushed in, pulled back, and firmly pressed again, twisting it in his hands to get it coated in her wetness.

When it was in about as deep as his smallest finger could reach, he changed the angle and thrust up against her g-spot. Embarrassment became something hungry, unraveling below her navel. He couldn't go too fast or risk spilling, but each jab hit hard and felt so good, Kay wanted to cry at the mortification of it. She was being fucked with a beer bottle and didn't want it to stop. She brought a fist to her mouth to keep herself from crying out.

"You like that don't you, you greedy little slut?"

Please don't make me say it, she thought, but the words came out on their own.

"Yes Master."

"More."

"Yes Master, your greedy slut likes being fucked--any way her Master wishes."

Crack! 

His hand came down and brought the pain in her bottom roaring back to life. Her mind couldn't keep up with the things being done to her body. The pain and the pleasure ran together like a watercolor left out in the rain. All the sensations, his fingers reaching around to tug on her nipples, the ring still in her ass, the pain from her tender skin, and the bottle--oh god, the bottle--were mixing together in a dizzying mess. 

The repetitive thrusts were making her sweat and she couldn't stop the small needy groans that were coming out of her throat. She wanted it. It was horrible.

"Good girl." The laughter in his voice only made it worse.

After one last jab, he pulled the bottle free. Kay pressed her head against the wooden table, breathing heavy.

"Present yourself."

She was tied to the table on her knees, but Kay remembered how it was done. Conner would have left enough give in the cuffs for Kay to twist her arms over her head and bring her shoulders around. With a deep breath, Kay executed the turn-around and sat up in a crunch before tucking her legs in behind her, remembering at the last second to lewdly spread her dripping pussy.

Conner held out the bottle. She could see wet streaks all over it where her cum had coated the dark glass.

"Tell me how it is." His tone dared her not to comply. "Lick it clean, then finish it."

Completely unable to look him in the eye, Kay took the bottle shakily and brought it to her lips. Her tongue snaked out and slipped around the bottle. She lapped up her own juices, about three inches down, before the slender glass neck flared to meet with the thicker body. Her face hot enough to light her hair on fire, she tilted her head back and took a drink.

"Well?"

"Its good, Master." She took another sip to prove it and to finish it off.

"You're such a good pet," he groaned. Conner enjoyed pushing her. She could read it all over his face and knowing that she had turned him on suddenly made everything worth it.

"And good girls get rewarded. Now lay down on your back, legs over the edge. I'll get my own taste."

Kay lay down on the wooden table with her legs spread wide, wrists chained to the table leg above her head. Her rib cage rose and fell as she waited, staring at the ceiling.

His breath was the first thing she felt as he blew a thin stream of air over her tender skin. Kay shuddered in pleasure as the soft air turned into a warm tongue. It dragged over her outer lips, flicking at the open mouth of her pussy. Conner thrust his tongue in and Kay groaned her encouragement.

He moved his mouth back up and came to a stop on the little nub. Kay held her breath, eagerly waiting for the first lash of his tongue. Conner didn't keep her waiting long. Broad and flat, it dragged across her clit in a long pull. Kay shuddered and curled her back to give him access to every part of her. Again the flat of his tongue rubbed at her tenderest spot. Then it tightened up and became firm pressure threading through her delicate flesh. 

His arms wrapped around her legs and she felt his hands softly caressing her inner thighs, fingernails dragging over the skin. They moved up to her pussy to part her sex and give his mouth the opportunity to trail up the sides of her inner lips. After some exploring, his lips settled on the top of her slit. 

By the time Conner began anything close to a normal rhythm, Kay was hanging on to the edge by her fingernails. He drew shapes on the top of her snatch with his tongue, but she was too entranced to decipher them. The steady rhythm on her clit was sending her higher and higher with every warm pass. Each stroke left her shuddering with building pleasure, and she tottered on the edge of her orgasm.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum Master."

It stopped. Everything stopped. She whimpered desperately, breathless and needy.

"Ask, pet."

Anything. "Please, please may I come, Master?"

"Go ahead."

He leaned in and covered her sensitive nub with his questing mouth, doing something that felt like both licking and sucking at once. In only seconds it was enough to tip the scales. The radiating pleasure reached a fever pitch, and Kay moaned in time to the drumbeat of Conner's mouth. When he pushed a finger in, the orgasm crashed down. Kay came hard, seeing nothing but hot, pulsing red until the waves passed enough to let her vision clear.

As soon as he felt her pussy clamp down on his finger, Conner sat back and thrust another into her. He used the muscles in his arms to fuck her as hard as he could, crooking his digits to hit her g-spot. The moans became yelps and each thrust threatened to make Kay boil over. The pressure in her cunt was almost too much to bear when, suddenly, she felt a tug on the end of the leash. Oh god, she'd forgotten about that. He began to pull it out.

It only made her moan louder.

His mouth returned to her swollen clit and continued making gentle circles around her folds of flesh. When the ring came free he thrust his smallest finger into her ass. The wordless cries dialed up a notch. He continued pounding her her cunt and ass until Kay thought she would explode if he went in once more.

This time she didn't have to ask. He said one word. "Again."

With one long sweep of his tongue, he sent her spiraling over the edge. She groaned like an animal, lost in the intensity of the second orgasm, his fingers still thundering in and out of her sex. When he stopped, all of Kay's muscles went slack and she collapsed on the table like a marionette with cut strings. 

He'd always been the best at that too.

Conner moved around the table back to where Kay lay staring upwards with glazed eyes. "Good girl," he murmured as he gently stroked her forehead. "I think you've earned a few minutes for that."

Kay looked up hopefully, only half aware of the smile spreading across her face.

He crouched down and pulled at the Velcro of the cuffs, freeing her left wrist from its restraints before starting on the second. "I'll give you five minutes."

"I can do anything I want?"

"Yes."

"Mmm." The possibilities.

Freed from the canvas bonds, Kay sat up and swung her legs around to the side of the table, letting them dangle for a moment. After so much time on the floor and her 'pedestal,' Kay felt like she might get vertigo if she moved too fast. She finally stood on shaky legs and came face to face with her Master. 

She reached for Conner and slipped a hand through the back of his short brown hair, enjoying the silky texture between her fingers. Kay leaned in and started a sensual kiss, letting her tongue explore his mouth at its leisure, gently licking his lips and breathing in all of him. Her hands couldn't help themselves. They strayed up Conner's muscular arms, down again along the tender inner-bicep, committing every curve to memory with touch alone. 

When the kiss deepened, Kay pushed herself up against her Master, excited that she was allowed, for once, to do exactly as she wished.

"Three minutes, pet."

Kay quirked a sassy eyebrow. "And if I say its only been one and a half minutes?"

He growled and grabbed for her then. She might be able to do what she wished, but he was still her Master to the core, and to prove it, his hands grabbed her waist possessively and he threw his mouth over hers. She kissed back furiously, devouring him as aggressively as he was devouring her, but pulled back before the kiss was done.

He looked at her, surprised.

She grinned and pushed him as hard as she could. Conner fell backwards onto the couch.

"I'm on a time-table."

With that, Kay reached down and began undoing the jeans that separated her from his arousal. Impatient, she tugged maliciously and they came free. With another tug, the boxer-briefs followed. 

Kay dropped to her knees in front of Conner's lap. She bent her head down slowly and began to run her fingers softly over the shaft of his naked cock. A warm tongue flicked out to catch the tip, and she enjoyed the way Conner shuddered at the sensation.  

Patiently, she worked her tongue around the head, careful to only graze the skin, leaving it glazed with a ring of saliva. After three painfully slow revolutions, her tongue traveled down the base, licking Conner's cock like a lollipop. He tensed up again, his erection now pointing at the ceiling. 

It was too much to resist.

Kay dove down on top of the cock and closed her lips around it, sealing off all air flow in order to create suction. She pulled her mouth down to the base while moving her tongue back and forth under the head of his penis. Conner's hands on her head told her he was enjoying her free time as much as she was. She began steady strokes up and down the shaft, using the pressure of her mouth to imitate a tight pussy. 

When he let a quiet groan escape, Kay picked up the pace and began slamming her throat down on his erection. Three hard passes, two soft licks. Three hard passes, and then back up the shaft to swirl her tongue around the head. Conner was getting harder in her mouth and Kay wondered how much time she had left. He was going to cum soon. She went harder, stroked faster. 

She reached down to cup his balls and was delighted to feel them tense up. Two more slams down the shaft and a rough grumble erupted from his chest, followed by a salty spray in her mouth.

Kay cut the pace and went up and down only twice more to make sure he was finished before leaning back on her heels. She smiled at him smugly, then swallowed.

Conner reached out and grabbed a stiff nipple. "Watch it, pet, or I'll take it out on your ass," he warned, but his eyes were smiling back. "Do you want to get fucked tonight?"

With what? Kay wondered, but would have bitten off her own tongue before she said it. She thought it wisest just to nod.

"Then crawl up here and get me off again."

"Again?" Kay's eyes popped as she clambered up to couch. "Since when can you go twice? Back to back?"

"Sweet Jesus, pet," he shook his head, "don't make me have to punish you for being so surprised. Yes twice. Yes back to back. Sometimes three times." Conner laughed when he saw Kay's mouth fall open. "Its been five years--I've learned a few new tricks. Now roll over on your back with your legs up and show me that pretty pussy of yours."

When she complied, Conner came at her like a train crashing through a tunnel. She gasped out loud at the feel of him plunging in to the hilt. Her pussy was still wet from all the attention it had been given, and the pressure inside of her felt wonderful. Conner filled her up and he drove repeatedly into her hot sex. 

When she thought she had taken him all the way in, he pushed her legs further up her chest, folded like twin accordions and came at her even harder. A cry ripped out of her throat. Conner leaned forward and cupped her breasts in his hands, pumping her full of cock while she moaned and bucked her hips wildly. 

Kay squealed as he slapped her ass, the pain and the pleasure mixing together to become something unrecognizable. He fell forward on top of her and pulled her hair as she lifted her hips, her body begging for his seed. The sex was feral and frenzied. Her pussy clamped down on the fullness of him, as if to trap him inside until he had given everything he had to her. In return, his hands possessed her body, owning her every movement and every sensation. The world became nothing more than the feel of his cock buried to the hilt in her cunt and the waves of pleasure he doled out with every curt thrust.

When Kay heard him groan, announcing that the mounting pleasure was approaching its pinnacle, Kay felt her body tense up. Knowing that he was so close to losing it was all the encouragement she needed. On the next stroke of his cock, her body exploded in orgasm and she let herself be engulfed in the flames. The contractions shivering down the walls of her pussy must have triggered Conner's orgasm. He tensed up and came hard.

When breath and stillness returned, Conner rolled himself to the side and sat up. Kay twisted and flipped around to put her head on his lap.

"Did you have fun, pet?" he asked, wiping the beads of sweat that dotted her forehead from the love-making.

"Yes." She sighed. Why didn't the world just stop when you wanted it to? She could lay here forever. She forced herself to sit up. It was important to remember that nothing could last forever. She was leaving in three months.

It was quiet as she collected her clothes off the floor and began to get dressed. Standing, she pulled her skirt over her hips and leaned back to grab the zipper, with the black blouse half buttoned to hide the red bra. Her panties were still in her purse, of course.

"How's your roommate?"

"Cara?" Kay asked, confused Conner would bring her up. The three had hung out years before, but they hadn't seen each other in some time now.

"Yeah, does she still want you?"

Kay flushed at that. Cara was hot, and she'd had thoughts of her own about making out on Cara's big purple bed, leaving her roommate naked and breathless beneath Kay's body, her pussy spread open for attention. Kay wondered what it would be like to run her tongue through Cara's slit. She wanted to hear her moans and know that she was the cause. She shook her head to clear it of the images popping up.

The other woman did make hints here and there that suggested they could be more than just friends, or at least have the sort of night you're supposed to have in college, Kay had just been too afraid to go for it.

She hadn't answered the question, but Conner's smile said she didn't have to; he saw the affirmation in her face. His next five words would be rattling around her head for days.

"I want you to seduce her."



Kay Comes Home



"I'm going to cum, Master," she managed in warning.

"I know." He sounded smug. "Go ahead."

The pleasure reared, tilted, and came down in a tidal orgasm that sent thundering shocks through her. Another strike rained down. She grunted with the pain of impact and greedily sucked up enough air to force out a count.

"Ten. Thank you, Master!"

The orgasm only left her feeling hot, ready for more.

Suddenly the pressure inside her withdrew. She draped lay over Conner's knees, catching her breath in heaves.

"This is a punishment, cunt, so I'm not going to go easy on these last five. Tell me again what you are."

"A disobedient cunt who needs to be punished," Kay responded immediately. It was easier to be good lying prone over your Master's knee.

"Very good, cunt. You can thank me when you're finished."

Kay waited for the first blow and tried not to flinch when Conner's hand lifted from her backside.

Crack!

Kay cried out on the first strike, so sharp was the pain on her raw, red bottom. She tried to struggle away, but Conner grabbed her legs with his free arm and held her down tightly. He rubbed her tender skin for a moment, but when the rubbing ceased, Kay couldn't help but squirm. When his palm struck, she gasped in pain. Her ass was on fire!

She desperately wanted to protect herself with her hands, but without them supporting her, she would fall forward onto the floor. All she could do was wait, with ass and pussy exposed, for the next...

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Three more blows, each worse than the last finished up the punishment.

Conner's hands immediately went to her tender skin. He rubbed gently, and Kay was surprised how soothing his ministrations were. At his touch, Kay felt a second wave of desire uncurl in her depths. He darted in and out of the cleft of her thighs teasing her with shy fingers which brushed and caressed, but never lingered.

"What do you say, cunt?" he asked while he rubbed.

Kay had to clear her mind from the touch-induced trance enough to answer. If it wasn't for the need growing in the pit of her belly, she would have felt like a wet rag. That need was already nearing the inferno stage again.

"Thank you, Master, for punishing your disobedient cunt."

"Now get on your knees," he ordered. "And show me how grateful you are." Kay slid off to the side, and knelt at Conner's feet. Conner's hands went to his waist and unbuttoned his jeans.

The words were cold, but Kay opened her mouth eagerly, hungry to please him. As she leaned forward, her hands went to her own pants to pull them back over her tender bottom. Conner reached out and swatted them away.

"Oh no, I didn't give you permission to touch those, did I?"

"No, Master. I'm sorry"

"So now you lose them. All of them."

Scared by his strict tone, Kay hurried to comply with his orders. She kicked off her flats and wriggled out of the pant legs, pulling the panties off with the jeans. Her backside was far too sore to risk another infraction.

She threw her t-shirt over her head and hurried to unhook her black satin bra. It fell away to reveal full D-cups, despite her thin waist. Kay had often wondered why she hadn't gotten the same B-C as all the other girls her size, but there was no explaining genetics. At least they were lovely and round with nice-sized nipples.

Conner apparently liked them, since he reached down immediately to cup one of her naked breasts in his hand. He rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it stiffened for him.

Now completely nude, kneeling on the kitchen floor, Kay leaned in to take her Master in her mouth. Conner pulled his cock free of the his boxer briefs and its soft pink head glistened invitingly with pre-cum. Kay bent forward and swirled her tongue around the head.

The short groan from Conner was encouraging. She delicately ran her tongue along and around the exposed shaft. After a moment she withdrew her mouth only to slowly take the smooth head gently between soft, warm lips. Careful to keep her teeth covered, she swirled her tongue around, pulling up and sucking back down again.

It felt good to have him in her mouth, and she leaned forward to take him in her hands. Not that she intended to use her hands yet, she simply wanted to hold him in place to get the best angles with her mouth and tongue. After teasing, she began a steady rhythm of pulling and sucking, never letting the tip leave her lips.

Stroke by stroke she began to fit more of him into her mouth, moving steadily down the shaft. Finally she reached the base and pressed down until his cock hit the back of her throat. She bounced on his thickness once, twice, three times, and then slid wetly back up the shaft. After a few more long and slow pulls, she increased the tempo and almost laughed in delight when another moan escaped.

Conner's cock was rock hard now, so she kept the pace steady for a series of strokes. He was enjoying himself. Still she wished he had stripped off his pants to give her better access to his full length and to his sensitive testicles tucked infuriatingly away.

"That's enough, pet."

She groaned her disappointment and stole a few extra passes up and down his cock. Conner gathered her hair in his fist and pulled her away.

"Enough!"

Using the fistful of hair, he jerked her head back and exposed the delicate skin under her chin. Kay closed her eyes as Conner leaned over her and licked the jugular of her throat like a wolf and his prey. He kissed her once, there in that most vulnerable of places, and then nipped at the side of her neck.

"I think I want you to wear a leash," he growled. "Willful cunts wear leashes, don't they?"

With her head tilted back so far, Kay could only grunt.

"A shame I got rid of our old toys. A belt will have to do." Conner relaxed his hold on Kay's head enough to let her meet his eyes. "I should warn you though, that I've been very indulgent with you. I'm losing patience."

Released with a push, Kay had to catch herself on with her hands on the tile.

"Go fetch one of my belts, cunt."

This time she didn't even attempt to stand. Kay lifted herself onto her hands and knees and crawled out of the kitchen, excruciatingly aware of his eyes watching her leave.

Kay sauntered down the hallway to the master bedroom, and found what she was looking for in a thick black leather belt with a traditional metal buckle. She stood up to pull it from its hanger, trying not to look at the bed where she had spent so many nights. After looping the leather through the buckle to make a noose, Kay started out of the room. She'd drop down to her knees before she got back to the kitchen.

Two steps into the hallway, she looked up to see him leaning against the wall.

Shit.

Kneeling then would have been the smart thing to do, but instead she froze.

"I meant to..." she began, but her breath whooshed out before she could finish the sentence. In the blink of an eye, Conner had thrown her against the wall, pushed his knee between her thighs and pulled her wrists up in iron fists above her head.

Conner's breath was on her ear.

"Don't you dare move a muscle." His voice was whisper soft but cold enough to send fear skittering across her nerves. Kay squeezed her eyes shut at her own stupidly and willed herself to be perfectly still. The whole world went still, except for the rise and fall of her naked breasts.

In a deft twist, Conner shifted her wrists into the vice grip of a single fist. He wasn't taking any chances with her compliance. Deceptively sweet, his fingers lifted a strand of hair away from Kay's earlobe.

He leaned in and continued in that frightening whisper. "Has it been so long that you've forgotten how to obey your Master?"

She shuddered, but didn't dare speak without permission, not when she had pushed him so far.

His hand moved down the side of her neck to curl around her windpipe. He squeezed gently, but the gesture had more to do with control than any attempt to cut off her air supply. All animals have an instinctive need to protect their necks from danger. Forcing Kay to surrender that basic right of self-protection was a poignant assertion of power.

Fingernails scraped down the sides of neck, over her collar bone. Kay held back the desire to twist away from the slow, trailing pain. His hand moved down to her left breast and slid over a dusky nipple.

"Perhaps I should be more forgiving."

With a quick flick, Conner brought the nipple to attention, only to twist it sharply between his fingers. Kay cried out at the unexpected pain.

"But you know what I think, cunt?"

He cruelly seized the other nipple and twisted, sneering, "Your Master asked his cunt a question."

"Sorry, Master! No, Master!"

"Better." Conner flipped his hand around to run his fingernails gently around the plump side of Kay's breast.

"I think you're just testing the boundaries."

He leaned in again and kissed her mouth. "And I won't allow it."

Sudden pressure on her hips sent Kay flying around to face the wall. She threw her hands up to catch herself and landed with her nose just inches away from the white plaster.

Conner's fingertips traced down her back before he bent down to pick something up off the floor. A tinkling of metal told her she must have dropped the belt when he first slammed her against the wall.

Oh god, the belt.

"What are you?" he asked.

It took a moment, but the words came back to her.

"A disobedient cunt," she began, grateful she could hide her burning face in the wall, "who needs to be punished."

"Beg."

She swallowed hard. "Please, Master. Please punish me with the belt."

"'Me?'" The edge in his voice could have cut diamond.

"Your cunt," Kay corrected in a rush. "Please punish your cunt with the belt. Please teach your cunt to be obedient to her Master. Please..."

"How many?"

"Four, Master?"

"Six."

Butterflies sprang up into her throat and her pulse hammered in her ears. The belt was one of the more severe forms of punishment Conner had ever used with her, and it certainly wasn't just for show. There would be marks where it struck, though he had never left serious bruising or drawn blood. Kay pushed her forehead against the wall in defeat, bracing herself with the palms of her hands as she bent over. Maybe she had been pushing him; it had just been so long since she'd been with a man strong enough to stand up to her. In some ways it was relief that he was just an intolerant as he used to be.

"Thank you, Master, for punishing your cunt," she murmured in acceptance as she waited for the first strike.

Thwack!

The belt whistled as it came down, and when it struck her tender backside, she couldn't help it, Kay yelped and leaped forward. With nowhere to go but the wall, she hopped forward and squirmed.

There was no gentle rubbing this time to coax the pain away. One hand darted into the back of her hair while the arm holding the belt slipped around her waist and pulled her back into position.

"Don't fucking move."

Thwack!

The belt came down a second time. More prepared, Kay only grunted. On the third strike, her hands flew down in an involuntary attempt to protect her exposed skin.

"Hands up, or I'll tie them behind you."

Kay moved her hands back to the wall, but couldn't hold back a wordless plea.

The fourth strike brought tears to her eyes and Kay almost lost her footing. Her ass felt like it had gone past red to purple.

"Please...thank you, Master," she babbled. It was hard to think of anything except the searing of her skin.

She felt Conner's hands tighten roughly around her, as he spun her around in his arms.

"Thank you for punishing your cunt, Master," she mumbled, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Oh, you're not finished yet. Get down."

"Turn around," he ordered when Kay lowered herself to her knees, "And kiss the floor. I want that ass and little cunt up in the air."

Kay did as she was told, offering up her most secret of places. The coupling of shame and fear was excruciating and she felt her pussy flood all over again.

She gasped when Conner shoved a finger inside her.

"You're still wet, you dirty fucking slut," he marveled. "You just love this, don't you? I'll bet its been awhile since you've had to present yourself like this?" He began to trace her slit with his fingers. "Now finish the last two strokes yourself. Punish yourself, cunt."

Right then, she'd would have chosen the belt.

Obediently, she slipped an arm through her legs and tried to get the leverage she needed. It didn't seem likely. Her sex had begun to leak down her leg and it smeared on her arm and inner thigh, lewd and telling. He could probably see it glistening on her skin like a tattoo that read "SLUT."

Kay did her best to slap herself twice, absolutely mortified and getter wetter with each second she spent kissing the floor. As corporal punishment goes, it wasn't very effective, but then, there was more than one way to punish. Conner drove the lesson home with a light chuckle.

"Very good, now I want a show. Play with yourself, but don't you dare come."

As ordered, her fingers moved to the swollen pink flesh on display. She gently parted the lips and began to rub in long, slow strokes. Anything more direct would have ended in a shuddering orgasm. Her clitoris was begging to be touched and after just a moment she began to feel the pressure build. Forehead pressed against the wooden floor, she began to rub faster.

Conner watched for a moment. "Fuck yourself with your fingers."

Kay hurried to comply, pushing her first digit into her hungry snatch, trying not to moan as it slipped past the sensitive opening. She was so close! Kay squeezed her eyes shut and tried to remember to be careful.

"I said fingers with an 's,' cunt."

The Conner's authoritative tone, the lewdness of the position, the wicked thrill of masturbating for an audience sent yet another rush of shame through her. Kay slid a second finger inside herself. She pumped her hand as fast as she could at such a difficult angle, and rubbed her clitoris with her other hand. The pressure continued to build, the accompanying sensation becoming higher, sweeter. It felt so good.

"Oh god," she moaned. "Please...please may I come, Master?"

The slap that broke across her bottom shocked her.

"I have to correct you again?" he asked.

Kay's mind scrambled to find the reason, but the looming orgasm made her thoughts sluggish. "Your cunt, Master," she remembered. "Please, can your cunt come?" Oh she was close. Her fingers thrust in and out in rhythm with the circles she traced over her clit.

"Stop."

Whimpering like an animal, she tore her hands away, leaving her hungry pussy dripping with the need to be touched.

"Hands and knees," he ordered, watching as Kay tried to pull herself up on shaky arms. Her nerves were spun so tight she thought she might scream and burst into flames.

"Please..." she began, mumbling.

Conner's cock rammed up her pussy to the hilt and the words in her mouth were forced out in a throaty moan. The thickness of it plunged deep into her hot sex, stretching the tight muscles and shooting a painfully sweet mix of pleasure through her body. She writhed at the fullness, and immediately began thrusting back on his shaft. Each time the head hit her pussy walls another shock coursed through her.

Conner cupped her silt with a hand, and leaned in to whisper, "Come for me."

That was all it took. In a second she was lost to the rolling waves of a blinding orgasm. Kay couldn't see or think. All she could do was focus on the intense feeling radiating from her filled pussy. Kay could feel her sex clamping down on Conner, as the orgasm swept her away. When she came back to her senses, Conner had slowed to a steady pace.

Suddenly, knowing she was finished, he slammed in to the base and began a neck-breaking pace, ramming against her sex with each thrust. Each stroke ripped a cry from her throat. The flesh of her ass and his hips smacked furiously and the pain of it only ignited her.

Then he stopped.

Kay didn't have to be told to beg. "Oh god! Please Master, please," she cried. "Please shove your cock back in me. Please? Please let me feel you in my cunt."

The words were desperate, mindless.

"Please, master. Please put it back in me again!"

"No." The denial hurt like a blow. "First, you'll clean me off. If I decide you've done a good enough job, maybe I'll reconsider."

Given a glimmer of hope, Kay wheeled around and took him her mouth with a ravenous hunger, pulling and licking at the cock standing at full attention. She made sure she licked and sucked every last drop of her own sticky cum off of him skin, slurping when the suction slipped as her mouth dove down again and again. He lifted his hands to curl them in her hair, but let her continue the pace.

It wasn't long before Conner made a feral growling sound deep in his throat. He was close to loosing it.

She pulled and sucked with every muscle in her mouth, lifting her hands to cup his balls in time to feel them stiffen and retract. His cock hardened in her mouth. She didn't slow down.

"You really..." he broke off in a groan, "...are one of the best at that." Conner's voice was husky with lust. Kay flushed in pride as the hands in her hair tightened and pulled her up short. "Alright, you win. Go and get on the bed, pet." He sounded like he was bursting at the seams. "Now."

Without hesitation, Kay scurried to her feet, and launched herself into the bedroom, deciding he wouldn't want her to waste time with crawling.

"On your back." he called after her. "I want to see your face when you come again."

She dove to the pillows and threw herself on her back. Conner was right behind.

He plunged into her with all the reserve of a berserker, pinning her down with his body, driving his shaft in and out of her tight pussy. Kay's knees came up as she opened herself for him. He obliged her willingly, throwing his head back to her short moans of pleasure. The sex was hard and furious, as imprecise and wild as the relationship between them was strict and controlled, each stroke pushing her higher. When he began to make deep guttural sounds, Kay knew he was almost finished. She encouraged him with the muscles inside, clenching down on the out stroke.

His hands tighten around the back of her neck as the pleasure pushed her through the ceiling of her human senses. He thrust himself with abandon into her willing sex, owning her with the fullness of his cock. Kay's wetness and skin made smacking sounds in rhythm to her moans.

Conner announced his orgasm with the groaning a mountain makes during an earthquake, low and full of enough power to make her bones hum. In unison, she threw herself over the cliff of her own climax. Eons passed before her mind returned from somewhere more ethereal.

When Conner rolled off her, Kay was still too dazed to moved. He shimmied down the bed to gently kiss the curve of her lower belly, the nook below her hip bone. They bathed in the silence as the world spun and re-focused.

"I have to go," Kay finally whispered, because she did and didn't know what else to say. It was strange to be back in this bed, in this room after so much time. The familiarity was almost frightening. She had been right to miss it, and didn't know how she could stand to give it all up again.

"You have to come back."

Kay cocked an eyebrow and looked down at the man resting inches above the smooth white skin of her thighs. "Are you asking?"

He laughed lightly at that and kissed her hip again. "Never. I get better results with orders, and this..." Conner paused to sweep his eyes over Kay's naked body, "is just too much fun risk losing."

He heaved himself up into a sitting position. "You'll be here next Tuesday. Seven o'clock." The iron ring of command was back in his voice.




Kay Comes Home



Kay crossed her arms playfully. "Oh I will, will I?"

Conner threw himself on top of her with and a fist twisted in the back of her hair before she had time to move. "Yes, pet. You will." His voice was hard, dangerous. "And this time you'll be wearing a skirt and heels."

Kay moaned in the back of her throat and said the only thing that was appropriate.

"Yes, Master."

God, it was going to be a long six days.