Fortune (17 page)

She gazed up at him, the tiniest hint of a smile. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“I’m glad you’re here.” He dropped her hand and ran his fingertip down the side of her cheek. “I’m sorry, Kat. I’m sorry I pushed you. It was wrong of me to try—to try to force you. I lost my temper, which is the worst thing a Dominant can do.”

She looked down and away. “I… I’m sorry too.” She stopped, wringing her hands together. “See, I…” She stopped again. Her face crumpled into unexpected tears. He knelt down and put his arms around her.

“Kat, don’t cry. It’s okay.”

“No, I…” Her eyes met his then skittered away. “I just… You have to know… I don’t know why I’m like this. I like you. I missed you. I really missed you. And…”

She drew in a shuddery breath. He rubbed her back and pulled her closer. “You don’t have to explain. Don’t feel you have to make excuses, because you don’t. I’m your Dominant, yes, and you’re my submissive, but you’re still Kat. If you need time and space, I don’t have any right to push you.”

“But I— But I—” She took his hand, twisting it in her own. “I want you to push me. I need you to. Otherwise I’m too scared. I wanted— You know, the last two days, I wanted you to come drag me back.”

He shook his head. “I won’t keep chasing you. You can’t keep running away. That’s not how it’s supposed to work.”

She looked down again, wiped away the last of her tears. “I think I’m just too messed up for you.”

“Yes. I’ve thought so all along,” he teased gently. “But I can’t stop hoping against hope that we can make this work somehow. I’ve been folding cranes, Kat. For a wish.”

“For us?”

“Yes, for us.”

She pursed her lips. “You know I don’t believe that stuff.”

“Yes, I know. Only one of us believes. But I still want you to stay. And I don’t want us to limit things by arrangements and inflexible time frames. Let’s just…live.”

“Live?” She looked at him. “Does that involve…like…you know…”

“Lots of hot sex? Endless fucking? Tonight it will, anyway. Yes.”

“Okay,” she said with a tremulous smile. “Okay then. Let’s live.”

They started fucking right there in her bed, stopping midway to stumble into his room for a condom. Kat had never been fucked quite this way, simply fallen on and despoiled like a sacrifice. Instead of Ryan’s staid walls, she thought there should be trees around them, wilderness and wildness. Fire and drumbeats. At least there was the multicolored mass of cranes in the corner, hanging down like leaves or vines.

“Can we fuck outside sometime?” she gasped in the middle of a particularly animalistic thrust.

“Yes!”

And they did fuck outside. He took her camping and they fucked huddled in a tent while snow fell over their heads. He took her to meet his parents—they were exactly as he described them to her—and they fucked. Well, upstairs. Later. In private. He gave her a collar for Christmas and they fucked. She never moved out and they never discussed the one-month agreement again.

The first BDSM party came soon after the collar. It was a turning point for Kat, the point when she realized she felt more for Ryan than simple lust. The party took place at a dungeon downtown, a dark smoky space where everyone was half-naked—or totally naked—and no one seemed to have many inhibitions. It was a private party, invitation only, and it had a holiday theme. There was a kinky Santa giving spankings and lots of little elves running around wearing butt plugs and clamps.

Kat was nervous and overstimulated. She knew that Ryan knew all these people, but she knew no one at all. He held her hand tightly as he led her though the throngs. She had on the collar he’d given her, a simple black leather circle with a little lock on the back and an O-ring on the front. Normally it meant sex to her, Ryan’s control and ownership of her. Now it felt more like protection. She knew Ryan’s needs and wants and she trusted him. But there were a ton of other Doms around that she didn’t know and didn’t trust. Worse than that, there were a lot of subs and slaves she didn’t like.

She didn’t like them because of the way they looked at Ryan. They didn’t just look at him. They talked to him, touched him and flirted with him. They all knew him. Most of them were a lot more scantily dressed than her. Ryan had approved of her little black dress and stockings but she felt childish next to the other women in their fetish wear. Maybe that had been his intention all along.

Aside from that, Kat got turned-on. When Ryan propelled her to the back of the space, to a bed with attachment points and vinyl sheets, she didn’t resist.

He bent her over the footboard, which was obviously designed for fucking since it was at just the right height. He pulled up her dress to expose her naked pussy, her garter belt and black stockings. She could hear people coming over. She turned her head to see them staring at her bare, exposed girly bits. She almost lost her nerve then. Maybe he sensed it because he grabbed her collar and gave her a little shake. She buried her head in the vinyl sheets, hoping they were sanitized between uses. She tried to pull her legs together but he had an answer for that too. He took a spreader bar from the collection of toys mounted on the wall. It was her first time in a spreader bar. She nearly died.

The spreader bar took away the choice from her. The choice to resist, to close her legs and hide the shining wet secret there. She knew the slickness of her bare pussy would be obvious to anyone watching. And to Ryan. With all the spectators looking on, he cuffed her hands to the back of her neck using the ring on her collar. She was restricted and displayed. Helpless. She felt the familiar fall into subspace, not caring anymore who watched or what they thought.

Ryan slapped her ass with his hand a few times, warming it up. He left her, went to the wall to get an implement, returning with a broad black leather paddle. He put his hand on her collar again and leaned down close to her. “Are you ready?”

“Yes Sir.” Her voice sounded dreamy and somehow resigned. A month ago she would have been agitated or whiny. She wouldn’t even have been here. Now she arched back, wanting him, craving the pain.

“Owww!” She howled as the first stroke fell. She went up on her toes, trying to close her legs against the pain, but finding herself impaired by the spreader. Stinging heat bloomed across her ass cheeks. Another blow fell, and another. Her howls rose in hysterical volume. So much for subspace. He was hitting her too hard to find that escape. He put one hand on her back to quiet her, then spanked her again with the leather paddle. The broad surface impacted with a terrible sound and her ass flamed. Her hands clenched and unclenched behind her neck, twisting in her hair, but she found no solace. Another blow.
Owww…
She shook her head, wanting to cry, wanting to plead with him for mercy. Each blow was like fire, unbearable and awful. She let out a few small cries and gasps that made her feel a little better. Another blow, and another and then, finally, blessed numbness and resignation. She relaxed and let the pain overtake her, diffusing through her body like a slow running stream.

As soon as she relaxed he put the implement away, then stepped behind her and released his cock. She felt it spring free and fall against her heated skin. He didn’t even take his pants all the way down. She felt the scratchy material of his dark jeans rubbing against her ass as he slid into her. Even with all the pain, she was amazingly wet.
Kat, you’re an exhibitionist
, she thought. But no. It wasn’t the fact that people were watching that turned her on. It was the fact that he was making her do this degenerate perverted scene. Because he wanted to. Because it pleased him. Or maybe to show off. She didn’t care. Whatever it was, it was working for her.

Each time he entered her, stretching her walls and pulling her back by the hips, something animal inside her shivered. She moaned each time he filled her. She couldn’t help it. In less than a minute she would lose control and have an orgasm. Her thighs began to ache from the strain of tensing and pulling against the inflexible spreader bar and her ass ached from the paddling. Her clit bumped against the footboard. She was going to come…she was going to…

He pulled her hair hard, a shock and a distraction. Her orgasm stuttered. His hand twisted harder, harder. She could feel only pain now, no pleasure. He pressed into her hard and bucked through his orgasm. She understood when he pulled out—understood with total clarity.
Not this time, doll.
She let out a broken sob of frustration. She didn’t understand, but she was too overwrought to ask him why. She heard a few chuckles from the audience, a few catcalls.

“Yeah, make her wait for it.”

“Good way to keep her worked-up.”

Worked-up? She was beside herself. He undid her hands, undid the spreader bar and put everything away. He let her push down her dress. They didn’t use condoms now, so she felt some warm liquid inching down the inside of her thigh as he drew her close and whispered in her ear.

“We’re going to finish this at home, doll. We’re going to finish it in your ass.” Kat shivered, looking up into his dark eyes. She knew he’d wanted anal for some time now. It was a bit of a limit for her, not for any prudish reasons, but just because he was so damn large. “Trust me,” he said.

“But…” she started.

“If you want to come you need to try it with me. I’ve decided the next time I let you come is while I’m in your ass.”

The next time I let you come.
So he would hold her orgasms ransom. Man, he was so good at this. He knew exactly how to manipulate her, because the way she felt right now, she was almost ready to beg him to pop her anal cherry right there on the icky vinyl bed. Instead she said, “Your cum is dripping out of me. I need to go clean up.”

“No. I like the idea of it dripping out of you. My little cumslut. Let’s go.”

She rode home beside him, feeling too many feelings. She was frustrated but hot for him. She was nervous about trying anal sex. Worst of all, she was brooding about his kink history. Lord only knew how many submissives he’d been with before her. If the female attention he’d received at the dungeon was any indication, the number wasn’t low.

“How many of those girls at the party have you slept with?” she asked, not quite able to sound casual.

“Jealous?”

“How many?”

“Quite a few. But it was just casual stuff, playing around.”

“Hm.” She crossed her arms over her chest, pressed her legs together more tightly.

“Good god. You really are jealous.”

“Does that surprise you?”

“Actually, yes. Considering you’ve probably been with three times as many people.”

“I have not been with three times as many people as you.”

“I watched you leave with an awful lot of men from Masquerade.”

“What do you mean, you watched me?”

“I watched you. I noticed you a long time before you noticed me. I watched you for a pretty long time, Ekaterina. You little slut.”

Kat shook her head. “I noticed
you
a long time before you noticed
me
.”

“No, I don’t think so. Because I remember the first night you noticed me, despite your efforts to be slick.”

“Yeah, you’re so much slicker than me.”

“In some ways,” he smirked, pinching the top of her thigh. “Anyway, the point is, don’t be a hypocrite. Yes, I’ve slept with other women. You’ve also slept with other men.”

“But I don’t see those other men anymore. Those women were all over you. And you seemed to enjoy it.”

“So, so jealous.” He glanced over at her as he turned the corner to their street. “Little Miss I’m-not-good-at-this, I-don’t-want-a-relationship.”

Kat fell silent. It was true. The “old” her hadn’t felt these things. Jealousy. Possessiveness.

“Maybe your cranes are working,” she joked, masking her unbalanced feelings in a teasing tone. “How many have you made so far?”

“Seven hundred and forty-five.”

The number stunned her into silence. They were nearly home.

“Ready to get your ass fucked, Kat?”

She thought of him folding seven hundred and forty-five origami figures. “Um. Yeah. I guess I’ll give it a try.”

* * * * *

He got the rope first and tied her hands in a simple knot at the small of her back, running a line up to hook through her collar. Ryan thought as he worked that she was getting a lot better at tolerating the rigging. She was obviously still uncomfortable with it and still fought him a little, but not like she used to. At first, it was like roping a calf. Now it was more like gentling a filly. Sometimes she spooked but she was mostly okay.

When the knot was done and her hands were secure, he started with a plug. He bent her over the bed and held her down with one hand, slipping the slim toy inside her with the other hand, using plenty of lube. She whined and fidgeted as if he were torturing her. He had half a mind to get the next size up and see what she thought of that.

But no, he would go slow. He wanted her to like anal as much as he did, and a painful and frightening first experience wouldn’t accomplish that. And of course he wasn’t torturing her. She was just ultrasensitive and ultrahorny at the moment, which is what he’d intended when he didn’t let her come at the club.