“We should get out of here for a little bit, yes?” Gino asked.
Katherine nodded, while nibbling her lower lip and touching his handsome face. Going off with a stranger was a bad idea for so many reasons, but Katherine had the confidence of youth and drink. She’d decided Gino was a good guy. He led her straight to the exit and even though she thought she should tell someone where she was going, Katherine followed, worried that Gino might change his mind. After all, the club was filled with pretty girls, and Katherine knew most of them had more experience than she did. She did manage to catch Sandra’s eye just before the door and was pleased by the astonished expression on her friend’s face.
The fresh air cleared Katherine's mind, at least to the point where she questioned what she was doing. It was crazy to leave the club with some guy she didn’t know. He could be some sort of mad killer, or a rapist at the least. She was ready to tell him to slow down, but then they reached his car, some sleek, dark European sedan, and he was kissing her again while he clicked the doors unlocked and that heady lust took over again, muting sanity’s objections.
Katherine was pressed against the side of the car and not only was Gino aggressively kneading her ass, he was also raising her dress. His hand was on the bare back of her thigh and then her naked ass, left exposed by her little black thong. Yes, she should tell him to slow down, but damn was he good with his hands and she kept her mouth shut, except to kiss him, because she did not
want
him to slow down. If Master had taught her anything so far, it was that she was too uptight and that giving into her desires was fun. Gino pressed a thigh between her legs and when he rubbed it into her mound she moaned and gripped him tightly. She could also feel his bulge grinding into her hip. In her heels, Katherine was nearly as tall as he was and she hooked one of her legs around his waist while they crushed their bodies together. Katherine threw back her head and sucked in the cool night air as Gino nibbled on her neck and shoulder, dragging down the strap to her dress. That got her attention and she placed her hand over his.
“Let’s get in your car,” she whispered, kissing his neck. Katherine was not so far gone that she was going to let him strip her in public. She liked the tremor that went through him when she sucked on his neck.
Bending down, Katherine crawled into the backseat, the expensive leather buttery soft under her knees. Gino pulled the door closed behind him and suddenly it was so quiet inside the car that all she could hear was her own raspy breath. It was like they were in a little bubble, separated from the world, and Katherine felt trapped because she knew what was probably going to happen next. She felt a tremor of fear and that fear made her pussy throb, just as it did with her master. Fear, she’d discovered, was a powerful aphrodisiac for her.
“Now?” Gino asked, reaching from the straps on her shoulders.
Katherine covered his hands again, but this time she helped him pull the straps down, peeling away the top of her dress. Underneath was a black, lace-trimmed strapless bra, which helped provided the cleavage that made the dress so alluring. Sandra had wanted her to go braless, but Katherine would not go for it, even if it was a challenge to wear the dress without the bra showing. And now she was showing that bra off. She loved the way it pushed her breasts up, like it was presenting them. Gino examined her with hungry eyes and then pulled her close. Even as she melted into his arms she felt him deftly flicking her bra clasps open. The bra fell away and fear gripped her. It would be so easy for a passerby to glance in the window and see her. It was hard to fight the urge to cover up, but she did not want Gino thinking she was so prudish a young girl. Instead she crushed herself against him, attacking his mouth. She was genuinely surprised when he twisted and she landed across his lap, their kiss barely broken.
Gino cupped her breast and kissed it, sucking her nipple hard while lashing it with his tongue. He did not possess her quite the way her master did, but it did feel so very good. She raked his thick, black hair with her fingers, urging him on. He sucked on each of her nipples, and kissed her breasts, but was careful to be gentle, not testing her limits like her master did. Her quiet moans filled the roomy sedan and with her blood pumping and her pussy soaked, she wanted more. When Gino pushed his hand under her dress Katherine did not stop him, but instead opened her legs. There was a time when she had such great control with boys—never letting them go too far, but now she was ignited so easily and burned out of control.
He tugged her thong aside and rubbed her mound. Katherine pulled him into a hot kiss because she did not want to gasp so loudly. His digits slipped all over her until he spread her lips and massaged his way to her clit. She whimpered and wantonly pushed herself at his rubbing fingers. God, but it was good and Katherine could not control her reaction. She loved the way Gino just touched her without asking or caution. It was so thrilling. Katherine was embarrassed to hear herself squishing when he pushed two fingers inside her and worked them slowly back and forth.
By the time Gino made Katherine orgasm with his fingers she could not think straight. It was not the intense, uncontrollable orgasm Master gave her, but it possessed her just the same. She was all limp and flushed and moved obediently as he shifted her around the back of the car. She was on her knees, looking out the back window, while Gino shed his pants and moved in behind her. The sexy babydoll dress she’d worn for her night of clubbing was gathered at her waist and her thong was no protection at all from his roaming hands.
He both massaged a breast and rubbed her juicy cunt while pressing into her from behind. His cock felt big and thick when he sandwiched it between them and her pussy tightened when she thought about it inside her. Her heart raced and only fleeting thoughts of stopping him flashed through her mind when he spread her legs further and pulled her thong aside. Katherine felt the tip and then he thrust inside her. Her head was on the deck inside the rear window and she banged it on the glass when he slammed into her. She clawed at the carpet covering the deck and her breath fogged the window. Gino took it slow at first, giving Katherine time to get used to him. He was far and away the biggest she’d ever had and, as wet as she was, it hurt when he entered her.
“Your pussy feels so good,” Gino breathed into her ear, which almost made her laugh. Katherine did not quite know what to say to that, but responded by moaning when he pulled out almost entirely and slammed into her again. She clung to his invading shaft and he pushed into her at just the right angle to hit her g-spot on each and every thrust. His arm was around her waist and her head mashed down on the deck and she wished they had more room to move. Mostly, Gino was limited to short powerful thrusts and it felt like he was taking her like an animal in heat. Katherine was in heat herself and loved just being taken from behind. Gino just started fucking her like he expected her to open for him.
Gino wanted her in a different position and Katherine yielded again as he twisted her to the left and then down onto her elbows, with her ass up in the air. She tossed her hair and looked back over her shoulder to see Gino bent over her with his head and shoulders jammed against the ceiling while he worked his hips and drilled his cock into her. It was so much better this way because now he was slamming into her with long, deep strokes and the whole car was rocking with them while he rode her ass. Katherine pushed back at him and moaned and whimpered, suddenly aware of how quiet she normally was during sex because Master had pointed it out. Would Gino think she wasn’t any good if she was quiet? She thought about faking it and talking dirty, but it didn’t seem right—and anyway, that would require too much concentration and her whole mind was on how good she felt. It was not long at all before he had her coming again.
“Ahhh baby, ahh baby,” Gino cried and then he crashed into her, keeping his shaft buried in her cunt and she was sure she felt him pulsing.
Katherine panicked for a moment. She did not make him wear a condom! She almost shoved him off when she realized she didn’t feel him coming inside her. Katherine was so relieved when she realized he must have put one on anyway and then turned red with shame because she was so inexperienced that she did not know whether this stranger was wearing one or not. How was she ever going to please her master when she was such a novice?
The awkwardness and strained conversation following a hook up with a stranger in the back of a car was not something Katherine had any experience with and she did not know what she was supposed to do when Gino pulled out of her and then sat back and opened the door a crack, flinging the condom out onto the asphalt. She was horrified when the dome light came on and ducked down, lest anyone see her ass, still high in the air. Kneeling on the floor, Katherine found her bra and then fixed her dress as best she could in the cramped quarters. Gino was talking the whole time and she just nodded and smiled. Truthfully, she was still in a daze from her orgasms. The tingling had not died down and all she really wanted to do was stretch out on her bed and go to sleep. That would be best, because she would not have to think about her behavior when she calmed down.
Gino walked her back to the club and they parted with a kiss on the cheek. She was not sure whether or not to be offended that he did not ask for her number, even though she would have given him a fake one. She knew
that much
.
Back in the heat and noise of the club Katherine was awakened enough to really think about the fact she let some guy take her out to his car and fuck her. No matter how good it felt, she knew it was wrong. God, what the hell was wrong with her? She looked all around the club and it seemed to take forever to find to find Hope. “Where is Sandra?”
“Last time I saw her she was leaving with some guy. We’ve learned not to wait for her when that happens.”
“You just let her go off with some strange guy? Anything could happen to her.” Katherine knew
exactly
what could.
“Sandra can take care of herself. She’s got industrial strength mace in that little purse of hers. Hey, where have you been all this time? Last time anyone saw you, you were dancing with that hot guy.”
Katherine was relieved that Sandra did not mention seeing her leave with Gino. She was not ready to admit to her friends she was some kind of slut, even if they did seem to take such behavior in stride.
Maybe I
am
just way too uptight
, Katherine thought.
“Can we get out of here?” she asked.
“I guess so. There aren’t too many guys I like here anyway. Are you okay? You seem kind of freaked out.”
“Yeah, I’m good. I think all those drinks just went to my head.”
“I hear you. Just don’t throw up in the car, because if you do I will be right behind you.”
It only took a few minutes to round the others up and although she was worried they were leaving without knowing where Sandra was, Katherine was so relieved to be out of there.
It was well past noon the following day when Katherine finally opened her eyes and the only reason she did was because her phone would not stop ringing. She ignored it the first several times, but whoever was calling was not content to leave a voice message, so when she couldn’t take it any longer she reached out from under the blankets and fumbled around on her nightstand for her cell. She knocked her purse to the floor and spilled its contents everywhere. She pulled the phone under the blankets with her and answered without even looking to see who was calling.
“What?” she mumbled.
“I expected a nicer greeting, Kitty,” Mr. Gardner said icily.
Katherine snapped fully awake and took a deep breath before speaking again. It was like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over her. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know it was you.”
“Look at the phone before you answer next time.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Shouldn’t a young woman like you be out and about on such a beautiful day? Why are you still asleep?”
“I was out with friends last night. We stayed out pretty late.” She did not know what time it was, but no matter how late in the day she still did not feel like getting out of bed. She did not feel like being up and about, and worst of all, thinking.
“You must have had quite the night. You can tell me all about it when I see you. I expect you at the house in two hours.”
Before Katherine could protest or complain Mr. Gardner rang off and she flipped the phone shut when she realized he was not there. Knowing her day of leisure was at an end, she levered herself out of bed and wandered down the hallway to take the hottest shower she could stand. It was important she look good for her master and she only had just enough time to groom and primp for him.
~~~
Patrick Gardner was pleased when Kitty showed up perfectly on time. She was responding to her training right on schedule, perhaps even more eagerly than he had anticipated. He knew their last session had been a breakthrough. He was also pleased to see that she did not show up in her typical uniform of jeans and a sweatshirt. It was a warm summer day so there was no reason for Kitty to cover up and she left much of her deeply tanned skin exposed.
“Patrick is in the kitchen,” he’d heard his wife tell Kitty at the door. Tara was taking the boys to a matinee, which would give him a couple hours alone with his new plaything.
“Is Kat coming to the movies with us?” It was one of the boys asking.
“No, dear, she forgot something last time she was here babysitting,” Tara answered. She ushered the kids out the door and Kitty came through to the kitchen.
Kitty stood uncertainly in the doorway with her hands clasped in front, as if awaiting orders. She looked very tired and perhaps hung over, but what made his cock tingle was the tinge of fear in her eyes. He wanted her to be excited about the prospect of her training, but she had to have a healthy fear of what might happen for her to truly be broken.
“You look very sexy today, Kitty. Turn around for me.”
Kitty did a turn in her thick wedge sandals, displaying her trim, curvy body for him. A worn, denim miniskirt did not even reach mid-thigh and a white stretch cami hugged her like a second skin, following the curve of her breasts. Patrick was sitting on a stool at the island in the center of the kitchen, sipping a diet soda and thought about all the things he wanted to do with that young body. The possibilities were overwhelming and he knew a weaker man would just grab the girl and fuck her right there in the kitchen, but Patrick had a long term plan and it would not do to ruin Kitty’s training for a moment of gratification.
“You don’t have to stay so far away. Come closer, Kitty.” He beckoned with his hand until she was close enough to touch. Her bare leg brushed his khaki-clad knee and she jumped like she’d touched a hot stove. Patrick stroked her arm reassuringly and asked, “What are you so afraid of, Kitty?”
“I don’t know, sir. It’s all so new. I’m afraid of what will happen and…”
“And? There is nothing you can hold back from me. It is just a question of what it takes to find out, Kitty.”
“And I’m afraid of what I’ll do.” She was staring at the cast iron pots hanging from the ceiling. “Ever since our first time I feel so different, it’s like I’m becoming a different person.”
“Different how?” Patrick pressed. He loved the psychological part of the game even more than the physical. Pressing Kitty to trust him and open up was part of making her completely submissive. She was clearly uncomfortable discussing her sexuality, but not in a bad way. He could tell she had to get it off her chest, she just did not quite have the words.
“I have these urges and they get so strong, like I can’t control them. I don’t know, sometimes I just get so horny that I can’t stand it.”
Patrick held her pretty face and made her meet his steely gaze. “It’s just your sexuality awakening, Kitty. It’s very powerful in a girl like yourself, so powerful you may have never uncaged it if left to your own devices. But you’re here so I can teach you how to control it.”
His words did not seem to reassure her, but that was okay since it was half bullshit anyway. He was putting her in touch with her sexuality, but it wasn’t about teaching her to control it. He wanted Kitty to be happy and satisfied, true, but this was really about fulfilling his own urges and turning her into a willing vessel for that. Even when he was done with her, Kitty would seek another man to control her. She would always be a submissive after this.
Patrick went from caressing her arm out of affection to groping her and she stood there allowing it. More than allowing it—he could see from her reactions she enjoyed it. He loved how smooth her dark tanned skin was and took his time touching her shoulders and arms before caressing her bare legs and slipping his hands under her short skirt. He held Kitty’s tight ass in both hands and pulled her against him while kneading her bare cheeks. Her arms went over his shoulders, like she might hold a lover, out of instinct. She closed her eyes. He spread his legs wider so he could push his hard-on against her while he leaned forward and inhaled her scent. Kitty’s freshly washed hair cascaded down her back and smelled with wild honey. Her ass felt utterly perfect when he squeezed it and he had to fight the urge to give it a whack. Patrick did not plan on disciplining her today unless provoked.
Instead, he kept a hand on her ass, but moved the other between her legs, where he felt her thong was already damp. Kitty adjusted her stance so he had better access and moaned softly when he pressed her mound. The thong was easily tugged between her lips and he used it to pressure her clit. Kitty gasped and dug her nails into his shoulder through the old t-shirt he was wearing. She swayed on her feet and he toyed with her pussy until her lips were soaked and slippery under his fingers. Kitty trembled and bit her lip and Patrick stopped touching her just before she could come. She whimpered in disappointment and tried to push her cunt at his hand, but Patrick his hand to her hip.
“I need to ask you some questions, Kitty. If you’re a good girl, I will let you climax. Would you like that?”
“Yes, sir. Please,” she moaned, eyes still closed. He was impressed with the strong need in her voice.
“I want to know about what you’ve done with boys.” As he questioned her, Patrick still caressed her pussy, keeping Kitty on the razor edge of orgasm, but careful not to tip her over it. “How many boys have you been with?”
Kitty’s brow furrowed. “How do you mean? Like, sex?”
“Yes, how many boys have you fucked, Kitty?”
“Three,” she answered—after hesitation—which made Patrick question her veracity. He knew woman were likely to lie about their number of sexual partners. Still, Kitty was young and clearly not experienced, so it may be true.
“Is that the truth?” Patrick was ready to punish her if she lied. To put the point on the question he pushed a finger deep inside Kitty and felt her muscles grasp it as she moaned and sagged against him.
“Yes, sir. I swear,” she moaned.
“Do you have a boyfriend now?”
“No, sir. We broke up at the beginning of the summer.”
“Why did you dump him?” Patrick just assumed a girl as pretty as Kitty did not get dumped, unless she wasn’t putting out, of course.
“Because I wanted to be single for the summer and for when I go away in the fall. Ohhh, sirrr…”
“That’s reasonable.” He slowly moved two fingers in and out of Kitty, keeping her simmering. “So when were you last fucked?”
Kitty obviously did not want to answer. Patrick pressed his thumb hard against her clit and she almost collapsed to the floor. He alternated the pressure and almost lost her as she began to tremble and nearly came, but he was a master manipulator and eased her back.
“Oh God, last night, sir.
I was fucked last night
,” Kitty cried.
Patrick raised an eyebrow at that. He did not think her the type of girl to have casual sex with an ex-boyfriend, but then he surmised that she had been drunk and perhaps she was becoming a slave to her new urges as she described. He wanted details. “Was it with the ex?” He tickled her g-spot as he asked.
“Cody? No, sir, it wasn’t.
Master, please
,” she pleaded when he brought her to the edge once again. Her juices were running down his fingers and soaking his hand.
“Please, what, Kitty?” he asked snidely. He was trying to process what she’d just said. If it wasn’t her recent ex, then who did she fuck last night? He realized he was going to have to get better control of his slave. Patrick did not think it was necessary to give her instructions for behavior outside of his presence yet, but apparently he was wrong.
“
Pppplleeassee…
”
“Please what, slave?” He was harsher this time.
“
Please, I need to come, Master
,” she pleaded.
“Not yet, Kitty. You have a story to tell.” He slowed down and lightly stroked her mound, aware that she was so close again. He was not going to let the girl climax until he was ready, and perhaps not at all if he did not like her story. In the meantime, he desperately needed some relief himself. Kitty’s begging had him rock hard and it felt like his cock was going to tear its way out of his chinos.
“Tell me, who did you fuck last night. I promise you will regret it if you hold anything back, Kitty.”
Kitty looked utterly defeated, but she took a deep breath and swallowed hard to gain composure before she attempted to speak again.
“His name was,” she started and then paused, clearly groping for a name, “Gino. My friends dragged me out to a club and then I had too much to drink and I swear I didn’t mean to, Master. I’m so sorry. I was just drunk and horny and he was so handsome and before I knew what was happening I went out to his car with him.”
“Did he take you home?”
“No, we were in the backseat of his car. I was so nervous when he undressed me because I thought someone would see, but I couldn’t help myself. He seemed so strong.”
Patrick smiled at her last statement, but he was still jealous that some anonymous guy was fucking his plaything the night before. He could understand giving in to an ex, but he didn’t want Kitty giving it up to just anyone. He did not want her spread her legs for anyone at all actually, unless he gave permission of course. Still, the thought of Kitty laying in someone’s backseat with her legs spread made his cock throb.
“You got naked for him?” He returned to lightly rubbing her clit.
“Mmm, no. Not totally, he just pulled my dress down—and up.”
“Show me.”
With trembling hands, Kitty pulled the straps of her top and bra from her shoulders and exposed her tits. Her dark nipples were puckered and tilted right up at him, almost begging to be sucked. Patrick pinched and rolled a nipple with his free hand and Kitty tossed her head back and moaned, “Oh Master…”
“And he fucked you in the parking lot?”
“Yessss…
God yesss…please Master
…”
Patrick felt all-powerful. He could make this trembling girl orgasm with just a flick of his fingers. She was literally begging him for it. If only he knew exactly what was going on in her head. But he knew what he was thinking and what he
needed
.
“Take out my cock, Kitty.”
She nodded and opened up his chinos and pushed them out of the way, along with his boxers. Patrick’s cock sprang out and Kitty grabbed it like she was holding onto a lifeline. Her smooth hands felt so good stroking him that he almost lost it on the spot and splattered her. He forced himself to hold back.
“Did you come when he fucked you, Kitty?”
“Yesss, sir…”
“And then he just left, didn’t he?” Patrick guessed.
“Yesss…he didn’t even look back, Master.”
Patrick knew exactly the type, because he did the same thing when he was younger, before he met Tara. He could identify the type of girl he craved from across the room and after an evening of giving her the right kind of attention she would end up in his bed. He knew if he were a younger man he would have been in that club picking up Kitty himself.