Chapter Eleven
Kitty waited, worried that he didn’t believe her. If he didn’t, she’d just have to prove to him that she was more than ready.
“You came here like this for me?”
“Yes. Do you like it, or would you like me to change?”
His hold in her hair loosened, and she kept her gaze on his as he stroked his knuckles down her shoulder, over her nipple. She gasped as the single stroke caused her pussy to clench. Staring at him, she tried not to close her eyes as he trailed his knuckles across her other nipple, teasing her.
“I think you’re perfect just the way you are.”
She couldn’t stop the smile. She’d wanted to take him by surprise but for it to be a nice one.
“Stand up.”
She got to her feet, taking the hand he offered her. When she was on her feet, he pulled a chair into the center of the room and sat down. With her arms by her sides, she waited for him, curious about what would happen next.
He stared at her, and then gave the signal for her to turn. Slowly, she turned in a full circle, and when he asked her to do it again, she did so.
“Turn around, bend over.”
Staring at the wall, she bent forward so that her pussy and ass were on display for him. “Spread your cheeks wide. I want to see your pussy and ass.”
Reaching behind her, she grabbed her ass and opened. Her cheeks heated, wondering if he liked what he saw.
“Kitty,” he said.
“Yes, Sir.”
“What’s your safeword?”
“Rose.”
“Good.”
“How do you tell me if I’m going too fast?” he asked.
“I tell you to wait.”
“And if you like it?”
“I don’t say anything, but I moan my pleasure. I have to make sounds so you know.”
She recalled all of their previous teaching. When they first got together to play, she and Caleb had talked for nearly four hours about her and BDSM. From what she liked to what she didn’t like. She didn’t have a clue, so being inexperienced and a total novice when it came to it, it had been a long but fulfilling journey. She knew she loved his hands spanking her followed by the whip. The nipple clamps were also a pleasure to her. She liked that bite where she imagined it being his lips then the pulse as blood filled her nipples once again.
The other was the St. Andrew’s Cross. Caleb would tie her up and put a blindfold on her. He’d never touched her with his hands before, but he’d use feathers, whips, anything that would drive her wild. It was the only way she’d gotten any contact.
So much missed time.
So much wasted opportunity.
Fuck you, Dad.
She pushed him aside and focused on Caleb. His even breathing filled the air.
“You’re wet, Kitty.”
“Yes. I’m always wet for you, Sir.”
“Go and lean over the bench. You know how I like you to do it. I want you ready and no peeking. Close your eyes.”
Caleb’s favorite was the black leather spanking bench. He had picked it out and installed it personally. She’d also seen him buffing the leather and preparing it every single night that the room was in use.
Leaning over the spanking bench, she reached out for the loops on the end, holding on. Closing her eyes, she listened for him moving, and within seconds was rewarded.
He stood behind her, his presence seeming to surround her.
She gasped as his hand landed on the small of her back, holding her steady. His other hand slid across her ass. “I really do love your ass.” He squeezed the flesh, and she moaned as he did the same to the other ass cheek. He ran his fingers down her thighs then up, missing her pussy. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to just touch you like this?” He caressed up her back, moving around to stroke the sides of her breasts, then down to her ass again. “So long.”
“You should punish me, Sir, for making you wait.”
She cried out as he slapped her ass. It wasn’t hard, and she bit her lip at the answering pulse within her pussy.
“Are you telling me how to take care of you?”
“No, Sir.”
“It certainly sounds like it, and I don’t like that. I won’t stand for that.” He brought his hand down again.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Each one drove her arousal higher. He was also holding back as he spanked her.
Closing her eyes, she waited as his touch left her, and she heard him move away. Gritting her teeth, she kept her eyes closed so that she wouldn’t be tempted to take even a little peek.
He came back, stroking her ass, touching her, driving her wild as he refused to touch her pussy.
Suddenly, something hit her ass. It felt very much like a flogger. The lashes spreading out across her ass, building to a fever pitch. He changed sides, providing the same attention to her other ass cheek. She released a whimper, moaning as the pleasure and pain built.
She heard him drop the flogger and his hands replaced it, slapping her cheeks and thighs. His touch drove her wild.
Kitty screamed his name as he spread her ass cheeks open and his mouth went to her pussy. His tongue pressed inside her, fucking her. He slid down, teasing her clit. Her orgasm was so close that she was about to come when he suddenly stopped. She tried to wriggle closer to him, but he wouldn’t let her.
He helped her off the spanking bench, moving her toward the center of the room where the chains were held.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good. You wanted to play.”
“I do, Sir.”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice that you missed one.”
She had done it on purpose.
With her hands secured, he pulled up the chain so her hands were above her head. She was open, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy, and she didn’t care.
Watching him, she saw he held a blindfold.
He gave her time to tell him to wait or to stop. She did neither. This was the two of them, together in this room. Caleb wasn’t just another man to her. He was her soulmate, and finally after all this time, she realized it.
No one will come between us.
Not even my past.
He returned to her, and she gasped as she felt the feather on her skin.
“I was surprised to find your invitation waiting,” he said. The feather danced across her breasts, sliding down her stomach, past her pussy, down her thighs.
“I hope you weren’t upset by what I wanted, Sir.”
“No, I wasn’t upset. Far from it. I was happy.” He moved behind her, stroking her back, and she arched up.
She cried out as his body pressed against her, and she felt how naked he was. His arm banded around her body, touching her pussy. His fingers worked between her thighs, stroking her clit.
He moved down to fill her pussy, and she tried to get his palm to touch her clit, but he wouldn’t. Caleb tortured her, keeping her at the point of pleasure with no hope of hurtling over the edge.
“You have surprised and delighted me, Kitty. Never in all of my dreams did I think this moment would come.” He kissed her neck, sucking on the pulse at the base. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access. She didn’t want him to stop, ever.
His hand moved away, and she heard him sucking his fingers. “You taste so good. The night is not over yet, Kitty. I wonder how long I can keep you on that edge, begging for release and only when you’re good will I let you go over.”
Even though the idea itself was pure torture, she craved it.
She craved his touch, his needs, every part of him.
“I’m yours, Sir. Do with me as you see fit.”
He moaned against her back. “Good answer. Are you sure you’re ready for all of that?”
She smiled. “I’m ready for anything you have to throw at me, Sir.”
More than ready. This was what she’d always been wanting. All those years of wasted fear, of keeping him at arms’ length, of feeling like she didn’t deserve him. That was all gone. She wasn’t going to let her father win. He was nothing to her anymore.
Nothing but a piece of shit child abuser who was dead. Caleb had wiped that filth off the face of the world, and as far as she was concerned, good riddance.
Too much time had been wasted.
Too much hoping.
Too much waiting, and she was done.
Caleb would have everything from her, and she wouldn’t hold back. She refused to.
****
After torturing her in the chains, he moved her to the St. Andrew’s Cross, which was a personal favorite of his. He had her spread wide where he could lick, suck, and play with her body how he saw fit. Front, back, every single part of her was at his touch.
He didn’t use dildos or vibrators.
Their first time in the room with their change in dynamic, he had his hands on her, touching her, drawing her to orgasm over and over until she begged for him to let her come.
He didn’t.
Caleb held her orgasm back for all the times she’d denied herself. He didn’t want this to become a bad memory, so if she couldn’t orgasm, he wanted to know about it. Keeping her like this, holding her back, if she didn’t come when he wanted her to, he knew something had to give in the play time.
After an hour of playing, he finally moved her toward the private booth where she normally finished off.
Kneeling on the floor before her, he spread her legs, keeping her lips wide as he sucked on her clit. She cried out his name, and he filled her pussy with three fingers, which she took with ease. She was so wet that the seat beneath was slick with her cream.
When she came from a few strokes of his tongue, Caleb swallowed down her release, so fucking happy that she had finally given him this, had given them both what she’d been denying for a long time.
He didn’t stop licking her or fucking her with his fingers when he’d made her come. He slowed his touch so that it wasn’t too much, taking his time as he built up her second orgasm. This time when it came, it was stronger than the last. She gripped his hair, riding his face, smashing her pussy against his mouth, and he loved her taking her pleasure.
Once her release washed over her, he sat back, licking his lips as she collapsed against the booth.
Picking her up in his arms, he carried her out of the playroom and upstairs to his room. Opening the door, he kicked it closed and moved toward her on the bed.
“I love you, Caleb,” she said, touching his face. He saw the love in her eyes as she smiled up at him.
Staring down into her brown depths, he was struck with something so much stronger. Words of love were too mild, but he couldn’t think of what to say.
“It’s okay if you don’t love me. I understand,” she said.
“I do love you, Kitty. More than you could ever know. I … it’s not enough.”
She frowned. “What isn’t?”
“It’s more than love that I feel. It’s so much fucking stronger than that. I can’t live without you. I won’t live without you. You’re inside here.” He placed her hand against his temple. “And here.” His heart. “You’re fucking everywhere for me. There’s no me without you, Kitty.”
“You really mean that?”
“Hell, yeah. I’m surprised you didn’t already know.”
She shook her head. “I had no clue.” She sniffled. “Is this really happening?”
He laughed and wiped the tears from her eyes, feeling his own. “This is happening, Kitty. You came back to me.”
Caleb stared down at her in his arms. This had been something he’d been wanting for so long.
Kitty in his arms.
Kitty allowing him to make love to her.
All of his world for so long had been about this woman, and he loved her more than anything else. There was no one else for him. He’d killed the man and woman that intended to harm her. He’d die to protect her.
“Kitty?” he asked.
“Yeah.” She stroked his cheek, and he saw the love shining in her eyes. From the moment she’d come to the cabin to now, she’d let her guard down and showed him every single emotion that she’d kept locked up tight. He couldn’t believe this woman was his. Her strength shone through as far as he was concerned.
Everyone treated her as if she was some delicate flower that would fall over any second, but that was so fucking far from the truth. Kitty was strong. She’d gotten through hell and come out fighting.
“Do you want children?” he asked. It wasn’t the only question he wanted to ask.
“Yes. I want loads, Caleb. I didn’t think it would be possible for me to have kids, but I want so many.”
“Tell me what you’ve always wanted.”
“To be a wife, to be loved, to be a mother, and to have lots of kids.” She chuckled. “To stand at a stove stirring some soup as you walk in the door. Your leather cut looking well-worn but for you to come to me with a smile and open arms.”
He gripped her hip tightly at her confession. In Kitty’s dreams, he was the one that came home. Him and him alone.
“Do you want kids?” she asked.
“Yes. Loads.” He stroked his hand down to hold her stomach. “One day I’m going to kiss every single inch of you as you’re going to be so heavy with my kid.” He stroked over up, down, around, across, over, and he heard her moan. “Kitty?”
“Yes, Caleb.”
He paused for a few seconds, not out of hesitation but just to make sure it was the right time. So much of their life had been wasted, and even though everything was moving fast, life did that. Life moved fast, and he no longer wished to waste a moment of it. A few years ago, after one of their playtimes he’d vowed that if there came a time when Kitty opened to him, showed him that she wanted him, he wouldn’t waste a moment. That he’d take her, show her what it was like to be with him, and make her his the first moment he could.
“Marry me.”
There, he’d said it.
Staring in her eyes, he saw that he’d shocked her, but that was all right. Slowly, her lips came up, and she smiled at him, taking his breath away.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, I’ll marry you. Oh, my God, I can’t believe you asked.” She threw her arms around him, holding him tightly, laughing as she did. “Yes, Caleb. Yes, yes, yes.”
He held her tightly against him, happier than he’d ever been in his life. She’d said yes, and now he intended to work to keep her by his side, forever and for always. “Now, I’m going to make love to you, Kitty.”
“I thought you’d never ask, Caleb.”
****
Dane sat in a chair outside of the trailer, smoking a cigarette. It had been a long night. Lucy and Lewis had taken Ryan after he’d calmed down. Sitting back, Dane stared up at the stars, marveling at how they always looked the fucking same even though they were aging, just like all of them.
Pulling more of the cigarette smoke into his lungs, he blew out a puff.
When he was staring at Ryan, seeing him get his face punched over and over, something had snapped inside Dane. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to that kind of violence. He’d done it himself at Ryan’s age. Getting into fights, screwing random girls, hating the world and everyone in it.
No one had been there to stop him when he was younger, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to allow Ryan to go down the same slippery slope as he had. Everyone assumed he was happy with all the decisions he’d made. He wasn’t.
He just wouldn’t sit around moaning about the only life that he’d created for himself. The reason he was sitting at a trailer tonight instead of a home, himself. He cheated. He’d left his wife, and cheated a whole lot more, behaving like a single man when he should have been at home, dealing with his son.
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway surprised him.
He saw Lewis and Lucy were back with Ryan.
Throwing the cigarette to the ground, Dane stubbed it out, and moved toward her as she climbed out of the car. “To what do I owe the pleasure of a second visit?”
She ran her hands down her jeans and took a deep breath. “Ryan wants to stay with you,” Lucy said. “We’ve packed him a bag, and we think it’s for the best.”
“You’re lying.”
“Look, I don’t know if this will be a good idea or not. Ryan does want to stay with you though. You can ask him yourself. I just don’t think this is a good idea. He needs stability, and you’re not it.” She shrugged. “Can he stay with you?”
Glancing toward the car, he saw Ryan was waiting to leave. Lewis and Ryan weren’t even speaking, and he knew that as well. He knew that feeling of screwing up and everyone holding it against him. “Of course he fucking can. He’s my son, and you’re wrong about me.” He nodded toward Ryan, and his son climbed out of the car. “Come on, let’s get you settled.”