Notes from the author:
Ok peeps, I originally had this split into two chapters, but I figured you could use a longer chapter for a change. And with the placement of the climax, I didn't want to risk it getting cut off on a skimpy one paragraph page. Anyhoos, I really hope you enjoy this one, people pleaser that I am. Let me know if you like! -J
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Chapter 11
At last. She had submitted to me.
The feeling of triumph in conquering Kate was unparalleled. Her submission was of so much more significance than the average Dom-sub relationship. However indirectly, she had consented to carrying my child. I was over the moon, and struggling to keep myself in check. It was obvious that she needed more rigorous domination than most. If I let her slip, she would likely rebel against me, and I wouldn't have that. Of course, I loved the sass, but she would not be leaving again. She most definitely would not.
I heard her humming in the bathroom as she dried her hair and did her makeup. It made me smile. She seemed content as I in our arrangement, but of course there was the elephant in the room reminding me that I knew barely anything of Kate, nor she of myself. This afternoon would be a good opportunity for us to get to know each other, as ludicrous as that sounded. I knew this was crazy, but somehow it just felt right. I had never bought into the idea of 'love at first sight', but there was a definite energy that had drawn us together. It was meant to happen.
As contradictory as it was, I was trying not to think too far into the future. Perhaps because I knew that I would inevitably fall for Kate. There was a danger in falling. The weakness, the vulnerability, and the fear of losing the object of one's affection. I had fallen already, in a sense. I wanted no one but her, and I would stop at nothing to make sure she wanted no one but me. But would my efforts be enough? Would my domination be enough to fully bind her to me? Would her belly swollen with my baby be enough? Was I enough?
These were all deep questions, and I knew only time would tell.
As of yet, Kate and I seemed to have an uncannily perfect blend of kink. She would fight me when I found her boundaries, I would demolish her boundaries, and she would lap it up like a kitten with cream. It was kismet.
I had to admit, our first time together had been luck of the draw. I had definitely forced her, and I would never be sorry for it. I couldn't regret it, because ultimately, it had exposed her for the perfect woman she was. The perfect woman for me.
Quickly I pushed aside the increasingly vulnerable train of thought, and went to sort through the shopping bag our Latina maid had supplied. I'd requested she purchase a few casual dresses, swimsuits, and other necessities for the remainder of the voyage.
I laid the dresses out on the bed, and grinned at the stunning selection. I owed her a far greater tip than I had bestowed to her earlier in my haste, and would make sure she was amply compensated for her trouble. Surely she would be back when I requested more towels, as I most definitely would.
Reviewing each dress, I debated between an extra short white one, a long flowy reddish one, and a mid length blue one. The red dress had more of a watermelon tone to it, which I knew would compliment Kate's skin beautifully, and enhance the blush of her cheeks. It was also relatively lightweight, almost sheer, which I loved. I could only imagine how it would look with her nipples hard against it. The thought made me stiffen in my pants, and the decision was made. I would most definitely enjoy the other two, especially the short white one, but one step at a time.
I had barely gotten my erection under control when Kate emerged from the bathroom, clad in only her towel.
"Joe, I just realized I have nothing to wear! How on earth will we go out when I have nothing..." Kate stopped in her tracks when she noticed the dresses laid out on the bed.
"Oh," she mumbled, as she surveyed the three options.
Turning to me, Kate protested, "Joe, these are all small size. I wear a medium."
"Yes, I know," I replied casually. "It's plain to me that you prefer to conceal your assets, but I'm afraid you will no longer have that luxury. Not while you are with me."
"Joe, a small?" she whined.
"Yes. You will model them all for me, now."
I crossed my arms as she stood there in shock, obviously skeptical as to whether they would fit.
"Do it now Kate," I warned. "The white one first."
The white one looked like it would be the tightest on her, and I salivated at the thought of her flushed cheeks.
"Where are the bra and panties?" she queried, with a look of trepidation.
"Whores don't wear undergarments," I said flatly. "Now get on with it."
I glared at her, making it clear that my patience was wearing thin.
Kate wore a mixture of horror and resignation on her face, a look I was coming to adore and crave with each passing hour.
Slowly, she turned to retreat to the bathroom and change into the white dress.
Hilarious. Kate had bared herself to me in the most explicit sense, more than once, and she was still too bashful to strip in front of me. All she wore was a towel, but she clung to it, shielding herself from my heated gaze.
I stood, and commanded her, "Stop Kate. Turn and face me."
I heard a soft whine, and begrudgingly she turned, her eyes begging me.
"Drop the towel."
She knew there was no point in resisting, and slowly obeyed.
I circled her, closely, so she could feel my breath on her naked skin. She had chosen to rebel against me, however briefly, and would pay the price. I would sooner jump off the balcony than allow her to hide from me again, in any way.
Appraising her nude form, I noticed that she had arranged her hair in such a way as to hide my brand on her neck. Standing in front of her, I reached up and gathered her hair to the side, exposing the mark once more. Kate's eyes flew to mine. I knew she had intended to be subtle about concealing my mark, but I wouldn't have it.
I leaned in close, whispering into her ear, my hot breath caressing the still red tooth marks on her skin, "You are mine, and you will do as I say. Here. Now."
With that, I stepped back and waited for her to begin. The glazed look of surrender crossed her features once more, and I knew that at least for the moment, I had won.
Kate lifted the small, but thankfully rather stretchy, dress and slipped it over her head as gracefully as she could manage. Getting it over her shoulders and shimmying it down her curvy form appeared a bit of a chore, but I didn't mind.
Now huffing and puffing from her efforts, Kate stood before me, a vision of pure sexiness. I could not have selected a more slutty dress if I'd tried. Her breasts were crushed up against the fabric, and her hips stretched it so that it molded to her ass and, to my delight, her mound.
She looked up at me awkwardly, and shrunk back a bit when she saw the look of unadulterated lust in my eyes. I wanted to fuck her. Now. And she knew it.
