Thanks to everyone who read Parts I and II. I especially want to thank those who voted and those taking time to leave a comment. I hope you enjoy this part—it's a fun one. Maddie
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Part III
Working on the House
For a couple of weeks while Jon was at work, Catie worked at the house. She cleaned cabinets and floors and painted the each room. Jon would drop her off every morning and return in the evening to pick her up. Sometimes they would go out to eat. Sometimes he took a change of clothes and would work with her for a few hours. A few times, he just took her back to the apartment because she was so tired.
They bought a small camper size refrigerator so she would have a place to put drinks and food for lunches, and Jon gave her his cell phone so she could call if there was an emergency.
Jon commissioned workers from a store called the House Doctor to build custom bookcases and install a bay window in his home office. He also had them change the basement stairway door so it opened from behind one of the bookcases. The bookcase could swing out to reveal the hidden door behind. The only days Jon didn't let Catie work at the house were the days when the workers were there.
He
knew the dangers of being alone with strangers.
By mid-morning one Saturday, Catie's clothes were so covered with paint, Jon made her strip before painting the rest of the room. An hour later,
she
was covered with paint. He had spanked her gorgeous ass until it turned a luscious red, so it would match the paint she had all over her, he said. He then turned her and bent her over the make-shift table where he fucked her hard from behind. She was still whimpering, but came so hard around his cock, he followed her over the peak. His hands were flat on the table on each side of her shoulders and after a few moments, he pulled out of her and sat down, pulling her down on his lap. "Think you can get the paint on walls instead of you now?" he asked and she answered, "I'll try, sir." He had laughed and she started giggling as he gave her his shirt to wear.
That afternoon, they ate take-out he had delivered. Later, he backed her up against the wall and curled her fingers around the scrolled shelf bracket he had installed a few days before.
"Leave them there."
He kissed her hungrily, almost as if he hadn't had her for a month instead of only an hour ago. His eyes never left hers as he unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing—his shirt. She had rolled the sleeves up several times. It was the only thing she was wearing and it came nearly to her knees. When he had it open, he pushed it to the sides of her lovely body, exposing her rounded breasts and everything else. He placed his fingertips on her shoulders, lightly pressing his nails into her skin and pulled then slowly down to her breasts, leaving thin white lines that would fade before he was done. A nail on each hand scraped a hardened, aroused nipple. He teased her nipples over and over again, pulling and pinching them as she moaned. He bent his head and licked each hard point as his both of his hands traveled to her stomach.
He had her in this same position earlier when he spanked her, but then she had been facing the wall.
"I want to taste you. You're my dessert," he murmured. His fingertips traveled down her from stomach to her thighs as he crouched. One hand went between her legs and moved to the left, taking her leg with it. As his hand moved higher on the wall, her leg went up, too. She was now open and vulnerable. He leaned forward and closed his mouth over her sweet pussy.
She cried out and leaned fully against the wall. Her fingers tightened around the bracket.
"You like that, don't you? You like to be fully exposed to me. You like what I do to you, how I make you feel."
He bent his head again and thrust his tongue deep. He swept the roughened tip up to her clit, teasing it again and again. She moaned and sagged a little as she arched her pelvis.
"You want more, slave? Ask for it," he murmured.
"Please, master," she cried out. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed.
"Please what, slave? Tell me what you want."
He teased her clitoris again, but not enough for her to climax.
"Please, master."
He hadn't got her to the place where she could ask him for what she wanted. He would someday, he vowed. He gave her what she could not ask for. He rammed two fingers into her and covered her clit with his mouth, sucking forcefully as his teeth scraped over her swollen nub. She cried out again and came.
"Let go. Let your hands go," he demanded.
She slid down the wall into his waiting arms.
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By the time of the closing, the house was move-in ready. The furniture had been delivered—Jon had vetoed only a few of Catie's choices. The door and window changes and the bookcases turned out just the way he had envisioned. He installed a secret lock for the hidden door to the basement and a release on the other side.
A couple of times, Jon felt he and Catie were like any other newly married couple. He almost felt like a husband. Then he would shake the feeling off. This was a year agreement. He wasn't looking for a wife. This was a short-term Master/slave relationship. She'd be gone in eleven months and he would be left with a nice home.
And no Catie.
No Catie.
He shook off the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.
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Several nights a week for two months after they moved in, Jon worked for an hour or two in the playroom.
The basement playroom was semi-dark in keeping with the atmosphere of a dungeon. He put fake stone on the walls after installing soundproofing. He left the ceiling beams exposed, but put sound-reducing tiles over the soundproofing material between the beams. He knew he really didn't need the soundproofing. He would never do anything that would cause Catie to scream loud enough that someone upstairs would be disturbed, let alone a neighbor a quarter of a mile away, but it seemed the thing to do. He painted the ceiling between the beams battleship gray and the floor black. Against one wall was the antique cabinet he had purchased for the play toys that wouldn't go upstairs in the bedroom armoire and the new ones he acquired these last two months—the Internet was such a wonderful source for adult paraphernalia. There was a padded table, a sawhorse-like thing, a bar, and other items. On one wall, he placed an A-frame equipped with attached rings and straps. The camp fridge he had gotten for Catie to use before the appliances were delivered found a new home in the playroom.
He surveyed the room when he was done. With somewhat startled shock, he realized this room would truly be a 'play' room...not a dungeon to be used for punishment or pain. Any play done in this room would be just that...play. He knew without a doubt that he could never hurt Caitlin in any way. Their roles as Master and slave would be that of sexual submission rather than a true 24/7 slave. He knew he would broaden her sexual experience, but wondered if he would, or even could, dominate her as he had outlined in the contract.
November Pictures
"I don't want you to say your safe word, Caitlin, unless it's absolutely necessary because you won't be tied this tight for long."
"I understand, sir."
"It may be uncomfortable for a few minutes, but I don't think it'll take me longer than ten or fifteen minutes to get what I want."
She had no idea what he wanted. He hadn't shared that. He was busy for a while, taking things outside such as a blanket, some rope, and a fan. Why in the world did he want a fan? It was the middle of November and, although they were having a stretch of Indian summer, the air was cool. She watched him for a couple of days, noticing that he seemed to be waiting for something, watching for something. He'd go outside, look around, check his watch, then have her come out and sit in this spot or that.
Before, she had no idea what he was doing.
But she knew now; he was going to take her picture.
Outdoors.
Nude.
Tied up.
He had her sit on the blanket and fiddled with the tripod, angling the camera just so. Then he had her sit on the table while he tied her arms tightly behind her. He started with her upper arms and pulled them behind her. When her elbows touched, she moaned softly and arched her back to take the pressure off her shoulders.
"Yes, that's what I want, Catie. I want you to have to arch just that way. I want those beautiful breasts to obtrude just that way."
He pulled the rope just a little tighter and she winced.
"Just for a little bit, Caitlin. You can take it, baby." But he ran his hands over her shoulders to make sure the tension wasn't dangerously tight.
He looped the rope with an intricate, artistic flare. Cate's newly lightened and highlighted hair flowed in natural waves down her back. When he was finished, he helped her off the table and led her to the blanket. He kissed her deeply and toyed with her right breast, teasing the nipple until it peaked in his hand. He whispered all the things he wanted to do to her as his hand caressed its way down to the valley between her thighs. She automatically spread her legs to welcome his touch. She was already wet. He wanted her flushed; he wanted her to look fuckable.
"Kneel, Caitlin," he whispered as he brought his hands up to circle her ribcage and help her down. He spread her legs more and moved her head just the way he wanted. He nibbled on her neck and again whispered in her ear. He put his hand on her back and arched it a bit more.
"Almost done, baby, then I'll give you what you want."
He got up and moved behind the camera before returning to change the angle of her head slightly while pushing most of her hair over her left shoulder. The little wisps that still hung down would blow when he turned on the fan.
It was chilly and she shivered. He rubbed her arms and nuzzled her neck again. He got up quickly, made a small adjustment to the camera, and turned on the fan, taking four pictures with just slightly different angles or settings. He took the camera off the tripod and took four more pictures. For the last two photos, he pulled her hair off her shoulder and let it cascade down her back. He took one picture with her head thrown back and her hands on the blanket. The ropes were barely visible through her windswept hair. Her nipples were tight and distended. He turned off the fan, toyed again with her breasts as he kissed her roughly, then backed up and took one last picture just from her shoulders up as she looked directly into the camera.
He laid down the camera and unzipped his pants at the same time. In two strides, he was by her side. He covered her mouth with his as he pulled her up.
