Notes from the author:
You would think that after the second chapter, a reader might have a reasonable idea of what type of story this is. You would think that after the 5th chapter, the 6th chapter, the 7th chapter, and definitely the 11th chapter that they would realize that this is a story based on rape. You would think that reading a story in the "Non-Consent/Reluctance" section would imply that one was okay with, if not eager for, reading a story such as this. Sadly, it looks like there are some who still do not get it. I don't take offense when those people issue scathing remarks about how stupid and horrible my characters are, I am merely perplexed by their own stupidity and hypocrisy. For the final time, if you are not into non-con and PAIN, whether inflicting or receiving, please, for your sake, and the sake of my fans, go away. My opinion of what's hot and what's not is NOT going to change just because you say it's sick, or whatever. I'm proud to express my fantasies in a safe and sane way, and encourage others to do the same. To my loyal fans (and closet fans), read on and enjoy, and thank you for your continued support!
Chapter 12
Lord have mercy. I'd known that Kate shared many of my depraved sexual desires, but until tonight she'd been somewhat of an innocent during sex. Her tawdry cries in the shower had been a result of me teasing and edging her to madness, but our tryst on the balcony just now had shown a whole different dimension to Kate. She could be dirty. She could be dominant. And she could have her way with me.
Truth be told, I wouldn't have traded that moment for anything, but it was definitely not happening again until I was certain she was pregnant.
I was sated, most assuredly, but furious with Kate for disobeying me. Kate had sassed me consistently in a way that encouraged punishments. Most of the time it was cute, and I punished her more for my pleasure than for rule enforcement. But this was a much more sensitive issue, and she knew what it meant to me. She knew that I would be livid, and she had seen what I was capable of after lesser infractions. Could it be that she wanted me to hurt her? Did she want me to take it to the next level? It was very possible.
Kate had already proven to be somewhat of a fear-slut, if not a pain-slut. I had threatened her with pain as she sucked me, and she had moaned whorishly into my cock, sucking me harder still. My cock twitched at the recollection.
Oh yes, she loved the threat. Her reaction to the knife had certainly proven that, but the jury was still out on whether she enjoyed actual pain, and how much of it. It was time to find out.
Kate stood before me now, panting and shivering in anticipation. I could tell she was a bit worn out from her exertions, which was only too convenient. For the next hour at least, she would be on her back, unable to move.
"Well Kate, that was quite a performance," I drawled. "You sure gave the guys next door something to think about the next time they are lying alone in their beds in need of release. I'm certain the memory of your whorish moans and choking on my cock will go much farther than the loose pussy they have coming over tonight. Don't you agree?"
Kate was not amused.
"Fuck you Joe. Now fucking fuck me already!" Kate stood naked before me, with her hands on her hips, deliciously feisty.
"No," I replied calmly.
Kate's jaw dropped at that.
"What the hell do you mean, no??" she asked, irritated.
"You just sucked me dry baby-girl. Otherwise I assure you, your ass would be three pillows high right now, with you marinating in my cum. You wasted a hell of a load."
Clearing my throat, I continued, "Which reminds me, you have earned yourself punishment of a rather severe nature."
"I know that," Kate snapped. "I accepted it when I forced you to cum down my throat. All you have been concerned with is getting me pregnant, whether or not I wish it. Well I decided to make you fucking wait. You don't fucking care about me, and you probably won't give a damn about our baby, so why the fuck would I want to indulge you in your sick game any more than necessary? But damn you, now I'm horny as fuck, and having you pound away at me is the only way I'll ever have release of my own. I hate you Joe, but I hate myself more! Just do it already!"
Kate trembled and appeared close to tears. She hated me. It seemed logical enough, but for some reason, it cut me to the core.
With a malicious smirk, I murmured, "If you hate me already, then I guess I don't have to worry about how hard I punish you. You don't love me anyway, so what difference does it make?"
I knew the moment it escaped my lips that it was a mistake. The look on her face said it all. What had come over me?
Kate's icy glare had morphed into one of confusion and shock.
Before the mood was entirely spoilt, I directed her, "On the bed Kate. Wrists above your head, legs spread apart."
She looked conflicted, still trying to process my words, or rather, my word. Love. God damn it, how could I have said that word?
"Now Kate!" I scolded, startling her out of her trance.
She obeyed, moving to the bed with obvious trepidation. She was still shaking. Whether from nerves, anger, or arousal was unclear.
Kate lay back, centered on the bed, and did as I bade her, closing her eyes as she awaited me.
"Scoot down a bit darling, but keep your arms raised," I instructed gently.
"Good girl," I praised when she complied immediately. "Stay."
I turned to retrieve the scarves, or rather, sections of scarf that I had bound her with the previous night. Returning to Kate, I quietly secured each of her wrists to the headboard. Then, sifting through our shopping bag, I withdrew one of her 'Joe Approved' scarves.
I climbed atop the bed, straddling Kate, facing her, watching her heaving breasts as she began to squirm in anticipation.
"Open your eyes Kate," I commanded.
I stared deep into her beautiful blues, and she seemed almost reverent. I savored the power, knowing she was mine, whether she hated me or not. Time would tell. This punishment would tell.
Once again, my mouthy brat was silent. Not complaining, not protesting.
"Kate, you will find I am a man who keeps my promises," I explained. "You are a smart girl. You knew that taking my cum down your throat would displease me, and you did it anyway. I promised retribution, and now I have to make good on that promise. Do you understand?"
Kate nodded.
"Good girl. Now, before we begin, I'm going to give you a choice." Holding up the new scarf, I asked, "Blindfolded or non-blindfolded?"
Kate frowned a bit in concentration, unsure as to which answer would be in her best interest. I smiled inwardly at her conflict.
"Blindfolded," Kate answered softly.
I wasn't overly surprised, since she usually kept her eyes shut unless I demanded otherwise. Lucky for me, this would only heighten her other senses.
I nodded, and slowly but methodically wrapped the scarf over her closed eyes.
Satisfied that it was secure, I shifted from the bed to grab my 'emergency kit'. I pulled the clamps and plug again, along with my telescoping spreader bar and the leather strap from the inside pocket in my suitcase. I had not expected to use any of these implements, let alone all of them, but there it was.
Kate was silent, but her hips were subtly shifting from side to side, and her nipples were noticeably erect, drawing a smug smile from me.
She wanted it. At least she thought she did. It made my hardening cock twitch.
I proceeded to lay out the implements beside her on the bed before I grabbed a pillow, and slid it under her hips, raising up her pussy for me. Kate let out a gasp, and I knew she was waiting for me to plunge my cock deep inside of her. She squirmed, eager to feel my penetration, but she was sorely mistaken. At least she would be.
"Are you ready darling?"
