Kate / Katherine

By Jilly Bowling

Kate is an ordinary girl about town. She has many friends who she enjoys going to the pub, clubbing and ten pin bowling with. At a small run down club she practises karate and self-defence. Her little flat is her haven.

As Katherine she is a high class call girl who is wined and dined in the best hotels and restaurants. Her clients like and respect her. In this life she has one good friend and many acquaintances… then Damien Masters comes along.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Jul 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781785382284

Book preview

1988.

Kate/Katherine

Damien snarled You’re a whore; I’ve paid until eight a.m. so you’ll play the part I hired you for.

Red Kate yelled as she grabbed his balls and dug her nails in; when he moved to protect himself, she rolled off the bed and stood up facing him. He surged off the bed in one fluid movement and tried to grab her. Grasping his wrist and pushing his hand back she turned and dropped him over her shoulder and he hit the wall with a crash. Grabbing her clothes off the floor Kate fled from the suite, pulling on her dress as she went and calling her car service as she jumped into the lift. As it descended to the first floor Kate went over the events that had resulted in her trying to castrate a rich customer.

Chapter 1

It had started the day before as she was having a nice relaxing massage. Her mobile phone burst into Rod Stewarts ‘Do you think I’m sexy?’ Old fashioned but apt.

Sighing she put the cell to her ear and said "Hiya Cynthia. What have you got?

Hi Kate how are you doing? I’ve had a call from an American, wants someone to play sub to his dom for the evening.

And you phoned me?

I know Kate, but you can play anything, and to be honest we haven’t got anyone like that in our group.

Kate sighed "I play a much better domme. I’ll have to dress down, and I hate not having my bling to hide behind

He’s offering the usual £1000 and more for any extras. I looked him up he’s seriously rich, youngish and very good looking. Very sexy, actually. Cynthia murmured.

Sounds as if you should go!

So is that a definite no?

Oh god, give me the time and place. Kate thought, how hard can it be?

Good girl, maybe you’ll learn something! Eight at the Langham, suite four. Bye Kate.

Kate sank back onto the couch, wishing she hadn’t answered the phone. A dom wanting a sub for the night, unusual. They usually kept one on tap.

Looking at her watch, she saw that she had a good four hours, although, she thought, it would take that long to tame her hair. Jumping off the table she pulled on her sweats and picking up her bag headed out of the gym. She worked out every day and took self defence classes twice a week; in her line of work it paid to keep fit. After an hour in the gym, she quickly dressed and saying goodbye to her personal trainer hurried out. Putting out a hand she hailed a taxi, and gave the driver her address, a nice two bed apartment near Canary wharf; she’d worked hard to get it and had furnished it carefully with a mixture of modern and charity shop finds.

Letting herself in she headed into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. This was her private life, no customer ever knew where she lived; as a very expensive call girl, she kept her two lives separate.

As Kate, she was a young woman, with many friends, who enjoyed going to the pub, discoes, ten pin bowling and eating cheaply with her mates of both sexes. Her friends knew where she lived.

As Katherine she wined and dined at the best places with rich men who paid for her time. Very few wanted straight sex, actually she couldn’t remember having an orgasm, and it had been a very long time since she’d had penetrative sex. Sought after as a dominatrix and for playing many roles, the men came without touching her. Tonight would probably be different.

Carrying her tea she went through to her bedroom; setting her cup down on the bedside table, she walked into her wardrobe to find something suitable to wear.

Finding a canary yellow, simple cotton frock, that she had worn to a polo match, she held it up against herself. It was totally different to anything she would normally wear for work, so would; hopefully, get her in the right mood. Deciding that she’d wear her hair sleek and straight she headed into the shower. Once ready she stood in front of the mirror thinking God I don’t look old enough to have sex. So she changed her low heel courts for a pair of high heeled sandals, coloured gold. A bit more makeup and she was satisfied. Old enough but reasonably innocent looking.

Walking out to the taxi, that she usually used for work, she slid into the back seat.

Hi, Kate, you look different tonight, the driver turned and gave her a hard stare.

Yeah Bob, tonight I’m sweet and innocent.

You look like a kid, not got a paedo tonight have you?

Kate laughed He’ll get a hell of a shock. Even I couldn’t act that!

Giving Bob the address, Kate leant back and tried to get in a suitable state of mind. Usually, when on a job, she pretended that she was an actress in a film, so that it wasn’t personal, but tonight she would have to submit to the customer, do what he told her to do.

Usually she was in charge, tonight she wouldn’t be.

Arriving at the hotel she walked to reception and told them she was expected. Travelling to the correct floor she did her calming breathing and got into the role she had to play. The lift doors opened and the door to suite four was open, with the sexiest, handsomest man, waiting for her there. As she walked towards him he backed into the suite and watched her.

When she entered the room he walked bare foot towards her, and she didn’t have to act, she was transfixed and breathless, and totally overwhelmed.

Hello, you must be Katherine. Damien Masters, but tonight you will call me sir, he said circling her slowly.

He was dressed simply, in black tight tee shirt, and low slung, drawstring sweat pants. Katherine kept her eyes down, as she knew she was supposed to, and didn’t speak. Damien picked up her hair and pulled her head back.

Go into the bedroom and take all your clothes off, apart from your shoes.

Katherine stood up straight and walked into the bedroom. ‘My god what had she got herself into?’

Taking off her dress she lay it over a chair, then she took off the white bra and knickers that she had chosen for her role. She decided to go the whole submissive way and knelt on the floor to the side of the door; looking at the floor she waited. Damien walked into the room like a cheetah circling its prey, and Kate felt a flutter in her womb. Once again he circled her, then he stopped and pulled her hair back, fastening it into a tight knot on top of her head.

Kate realised she wasn’t having to pretend to shake slightly.

Stand up and bend over. Hold your calves with your hands. Damien ordered.

Kate did as she was told, bracing herself for a slap; he stood back and gazed at her sex, then he stepped in front of her holding two silver eggs in his hand.

Do you know what these are, and where they are to be placed?

Yes sir, they are pussy stimulators. Kate replied.

Good, I’m going to place them in your neat little cunt; if you lose them you will be punished. Understand?

Yes sir. Kate didn’t have to pretend to gulp, as her mouth had become very dry.

Standing behind her Damien placed one egg at the entrance to her sex, then with two strong fingers pushed it deep inside. Kate couldn’t stop herself from trembling as the egg slid in deeply. When Damien did the same with the second, Kate felt a flood of liquid between her legs.’God, they certainly did what they were supposed to do.’

What are your hard limits, if any? Damien asked taking her hands and leading her to the bed.

Moving carefully so she didn’t push the eggs out, Kate thought quickly. Sitting on the bed Damien pulled her over his lap opening his legs to lift her feet off the floor.

You may speak he said rubbing a hand over her bottom and between her legs. Swallowing hard Kate replied Well, no burning, no electricity, no canes and no straps or belts.

I agree apart from the straps, but we will talk about that if it arises, and with that he slapped Kate’s bottom hard, making her yelp and nearly expel the eggs.

Rubbing her bottom then pushing two fingers into her, already wet pussy, Damien said Don’t lose them.

Just as Kate’s muscles were relaxing, he did the same again, but harder; she yelped and bucked on his knees at which he delivered another four in quick succession.

Feeling as if her backside was on fire, Kate forced herself to submit, then realised that there were tears on her cheeks. Massaging her bottom and plunging inside her again, Damien then delivered two final slaps and rubbed her bottom again. She couldn’t believe how aroused she felt, she must regain control of herself.

Stand up, and then kneel in front of me, he ordered as he pushed his sweats off.

His extremely large thick cock stood to attention following the thin line of black hair up to his belly button. Pulsing against his taut stomach it made Kate gulp again, but luckily, this time her mouth filled with fluid.

You may look at me, he said.

When she did she thought she saw an amused gleam in his eyes. Suck me off, but don’t lose the eggs, he growled.

‘Finally’ thought Kate,’something I know I’m good at’. Sucking his cock into her mouth, Kate used her tongue and teeth to stimulate him. As she circled around his thick head, he took hold of her head and plunged deeper still. She almost gagged as he hit the back of her throat, but then she gripped him with her teeth grating them along his length. He was so big that she could only take half his length, so she used her tongue to lick down him to his balls. Groaning he held her tight and mouth fucked her hard, the head of his cock covered in pre-cum and Kate swirled it around his length with her tongue.

Swallow Damien commanded harshly as he spurted violently to the back of her throat. As she swallowed she realised that the eggs were slipping she contracted hard to try and save them. Damien stepped back and Kate valiantly sucked in her pelvic muscles to draw them further in. Looking at him she caught a twitch to his lips, before she looked down again.

Turning away Damien told her to lie on the bed on her back, which she did carefully. She hadn’t been so stimulated for years, if ever, and she felt hot all over. Her body was still trembling and she compressed her lips trying to control herself. ‘I’m a professional, for god’s sake; get a grip.’ she warned herself.

Damien stretched her arms above her head and got them into black silk covered restraints, rubbing his finger underneath them to make sure they weren’t too tight. Then he moved down to her ankles and spreading her legs apart restrained them in the same way. Pulling pillows to him he pushed them under her; the eggs moved inside her and she gasped slightly.

Are you comfortable, he asked.

Yes, she managed to gasp out.

Reaching behind him Damien brought a suede flail into Kate’s view. You know what this is, don’t you?

Yes.

Good, then you know it doesn’t hurt.

Yes.

Yes what? Damien raised an eyebrow.

Yes sir, Kate quickly replied.

That was three inappropriate answers. Damien purred.

Sorry, I’m sorry sir.

I’m going to use this all over you, he whispered.

Kate swallowed hard.

Damien flicked the flail and it fell across her lower stomach. Gasping she squirmed, pulling on her restraints, then feeling the eggs slip she tightened her muscles to keep them in place. Then he flicked it over her right breast and she yelped, and the eggs moved further. The left breast was next and one strap caught her nipple and she squealed hard. Then it was moving mercilessly up and down her body, leaving her with no control of her muscles, and as she yelped, squealed and squirmed, the eggs shot out and landed between her legs.

Oh, Katherine, you’ve dropped them!

Then the flail was flicked between her legs and she screamed as it caught her swollen sex.

Damien released her legs, pushed them up and apart and in one fluid movement impaled her on his large angry erection.

Kate gasped as he penetrated further than she had ever been penetrated before; she could feel the power of him in her throat. She was wetter and more sensitive than she had thought possible. Then she realised that she hadn’t felt him put on a rubber, but as he plunged inside her she knew that he had. ‘Thank god’ she thought ‘What is the matter with me? I’m behaving like an amateur.’

Then as he rode her hard, finding the most sensitive nerve endings inside her he said Come for me Katherine.

She felt wave upon wave as an orgasm swept through her and she wrapped her legs round him, holding him tight.

He lifted his head and looked at her as his orgasm overcame him, and he emptied himself so she could feel his heat inside her. Finally he ground himself into her hard and collapsed onto her.

Breathing heavily, he released her hands, rubbing her wrists where she had bruised them by her frantic squirming. Easing out of her he pulled the condom off and knotted it, wrapping it in tissue. Pulling her up with him he released her hair and let it fall around her face. Then taking her chin in his hand he raised it up to him; leaning over he went to kiss her on the lips.

Kate moved quickly and said No.

No? he queried.

Sorry, but kissing is a hard limit, sir.

Ah! Non negotiable? he asked raising an eyebrow.

Non negotiable, sir. Kate replied, pleased she had remembered the sir."

I see. he frowned standing up. You dropped the eggs and forgot to call me sir, three times. That must be punished.

Kate hung her head and said Yes I’m sorry sir.

I want to use a strap on you. he growled.

I’m afraid that’s a hard limit. Kate said quickly.

Non negotiable?

Mmm, no. Kate muttered.

Katherine I will pay you double, if you let me beat you. Damien stood close to her, touching her with his still hard cock.

No, sorry sir, I would like to go now. Kate said hastily.

It isn’t two a.m. yet. Damien pointed out. Five thousand pounds and I promise I won’t leave any stripes.

‘Five thousand pounds for a couple of minutes of pain, ‘wow!’ Kate thought.

You might even enjoy it, you’ve have had enjoyment so far, haven’t you? I want to beat you, then fuck your brains out again, he purred silkily.

If I use the safe word, you will stop immediately?

Of course, I’m a dom first, sadist second. What is your safe word?

Red.

Then you’ll do it?

Yes.Kate gasped.

Good. Katherine, I’ll take care of you. Put your shoes on, grasp the bedpost, and bend over, bend right down. That’s good. You will count each strike out loud. When you reach twelve I will stop, don’t move, or you might get hurt.

‘Get hurt if I move’ Kate thought,’Oh god, what am I doing? It’s usually me doing the beating."

As she tried to get into a comfortable position, Damien came to stand behind her.

I am going to prepare you for the strap, by smacking your bottom all over. Ready?

Yes, she gasped.

Yes what, Katherine, he growled.

Sorry, yes sir.

His hand slapped onto her already sensitised bottom, and continued until her whole behind was bright pink. Kate yelped at the first few slaps but by the time he stopped she had her jaw clamped tight. She heard him pick up the strap and flex it between his hands, then his hand moved in a blur and the strap slapped hard against her bottom; she screamed at the pain but all Damien said was Count.

One, she yelled.

Again, his hand flashed and the strap hit another part of her throbbing bottom.

She screamed out Two.

And so it went on with Damien carefully choosing a new part of her flesh to hit. By the time he reached ten, liquid was running down Kate’s legs and she was shaking uncontrollably.

When she screamed out twelve, Damien dropped the strap and seizing her hips drove into her powerfully. She would have fallen over if he hadn’t held her tightly as he fucked her so completely that she was incoherent. Coming over and over again, she was crying, No, no more, please stop. No more.

He held her firmly in place until he came with a roar; both come and roar pouring out without inhibition.

Pulling her with him, he collapsed back onto the bed, holding her tightly, still buried in her.

Please, enough, let me go. Kate said, trapped by a much stronger, larger male body.

Katherine, I must now look after you. Make sure you are alright he explained.

It must be two o’clock, surely by now? My driver will be worried. Kate told him.

Then telephone him and ask him to wait. Damien demanded.

Well I have to pay him extra. Kate said feebly.

Fuck the money, I’ll double your nightly rate O.K. he snapped.

What, as well as the five thousand?

Yes, yes, shut up about the money. Damien growled.

Ok, can I ring my driver or he’ll be rushing up here to the rescue. Kate muttered.

What, is he your pimp? Use the phone for christ’s sake.

Kate managed to pull away from him and rolled off the bed. Looking at him, she couldn’t believe it; his cock was still huge and the condom he’d used had admitted defeat and lay limp on the bed.

God I hate these bloody things, he muttered, scooping it up and disposing of it.

Kate hurried to her phone and called Bob. I’m staying over, so please pick me up in the morning at eight.

Are you O.K. love? Vanilla pod. Bob used her safe word and she replied Ice cream.

O.K., see you at eight. Take care babe, and Bob hung up.

Putting her phone back into her bag, Kate realised she felt weak and shaky; sitting down in a chair she breathed deeply. Water was running in the bathroom and Damien went to her and picking her up carried her through to the large bathtub already half full of scented water.

Getting into the bath he sat down with her on his lap. Easing her down until she was between his legs he took a sponge covered it in body wash and gently rubbed it all over her. Damien brought round two large brandy glasses filled with the best cointreau. Handing one to Kate he sipped his appreciatively.

Are you available this evening, Katherine?

Kate was surprised and spoke without thinking No I’m sorry but I have a prior engagement.

You’re sorry, who? Damien growled.

Sorry s’sir. Kate stammered.

How much will it cost me for you to change your mind?

‘Bloody hell.’ Kate thought, but she said I’m afraid that tonight is permanently booked every week for a regular gentleman, sir.

That’s a pity, Katherine. I have been pleased with you tonight. Damien persisted.

Well, I go out for dinner, and am usually home for eleven at the latest. I could come to you after, sir.

I don’t want another man’s leavings, he growled again.

It’s not like that tonight. My client is a very old polite gentleman. It’s just dinner and company, sir. Kate thought that Mr Pendlebury wouldn’t mind her saying that to another client. The only sexual act was a quick, very quick hand job. He liked her to put him to bed then walk round showing herself to him, as soon as she took him in her hands, he came. Then she made him some horlicks and said goodnight.

I will know if you’ve been with another man.

I don’t lie and I very rarely have to have sex with a client. Kate snapped, then thought ‘Bugger’ and added ‘Sir’.

Damien twitched behind her but didn’t say anything.

Well, will that be alright, sir? Kate asked.

Yes, I’ll expect you at eleven. Don’t be late, I hate being kept waiting, and I don’t want to start the night with a punishment!

At that Damien stood, easily lifting her with him. Stepping out of the bath he wrapped her in a giant fluffy white towel, and carrying her to the bed, dropped her onto it. Before she could move he had snapped on a condom and was thrusting into her hard. Kate squealed at the feeling and size of him and tensed, whereupon he growled Relax and let me in.

Taking a deep breath, Kate did as she was told and gave over control of her body to him. She had never been so thoroughly fucked and found herself screaming as she came. Powering even harder Damien drove deep with each thrust until he came with a guttural groan. Collapsing on top of her, he said Tonight you will stay until eight a.m. Agreed?

Yes sir.

Rolling off her, he said Dry yourself and then you may get a few hours sleep; I will wake you before your driver arrives to pick you up.

Then he walked out of the room and into the second bedroom. Kate sat up and dried herself, wondering why she had agreed to being with him again tonight.

It felt as if she had only been asleep for minutes when Damien shook her shoulder at seven thirty. Blearily she looked up at him; he was immaculately dressed in a fine pin stripe grey suit, white shirt and three tone grey tie.

He was smooth shaven, smelled delicious and looked as if he had slept for a good eight hours.

Get up, Katherine, if you wish to shower, do so. There is tea and coffee in the sitting room. Just pull the door shut when you leave. I will see you at eleven, don’t be late.

And then he was gone. Kate quickly washed her face and cleaned her teeth using the toothbrush she always had in her bag. Dead on time she was in the lobby waiting for Bob.

Getting into the taxi she said Sorry if I messed you about. There’ll be extra for you for last night.

Don’t worry love. Are you ok? You look knackered, if you don’t mind me saying.

Yes I’m ok. Just didn’t get much sleep. Kate yawned.

At home she threw off her clothes and was asleep the minute her head touched the pillow.

Chapter 2

Kate slept right through until after three. When she woke, the aches in her body surprised her. She considered herself to be very fit, but being a submissive for one night had shown her differently. Groaning as she got out of bed she also realised that her sex was still swollen and very sensitive. She needed to do something about that if she was going to survive tonight. Grabbing her phone she called her masseuse, who agreed to see her at four thirty. Then she called Cynthia.

Hiya, how’d it go?

He wants me again tonight, I agreed but to be honest I’m beginning to regret it. Kate told her.

Was he awful?

No he was downright bloody gorgeous. A sadist as well as a dom. He paid me an extra six thousand for extras!

Did he hurt you? Cynthia demanded.

Yes, but he also fucked my brains out. I know pros who would pay him.

What he actually managed to fuck you. Thought you were better than that. Mind, it sounds as if you enjoyed yourself. Cynthia laughed.

If he keeps it up I might end up paying him! Anyhow, that’s not why I phoned. What can I use for the bruising inside?

Not much, take some arnica pills and rub the cream on your outer bits. A warm salt bath might help.

You’re a lot of help. Kate complained.

I’ll take your place tonight. I could do with a good seeing to. Hey, what about old man Pendlebury?

I’ll see him first, then go straight on to Damien.

Damien! Don’t let him hear you calling him that. Shouldn’t you say Master?

Not if you’re not a permanent fixture. To me he’s sir, when I remember. I must try and keep my wits about me tonight.

You dress up for Pendlebury. How you going to look like a sub, afterwards? Cynthia asked.

Kate shrugged He knows I’ve been on another job. Actually, me tarted up might make me more professional than I was last night.

Lost it, did you?

I tell you, I came so hard I screamed. Kate said laughing.

Go away, I’m jealous. Just be careful love, bye.

Running a hot bath and adding half a bottle of radox, Kate soaked for half an hour; then liberally using the arnica cream she pulled on her sweats and hurried to the gym.

Jen, her masseuse never commented on any bruises she saw, but always did her best to make Kate feel renewed. As usual after her massage Kate felt better. When she got home she had a piece of toast and a cuppa, then inspected her wardrobe. Mr. Pendlebury liked her to dress neatly on top, but he liked naughty underwear. A lady in the restaurant and a tart in the bedroom, he said. Smiling to herself Kate chose a classy black dress, pearls and high heeled courts. Then she hesitated between a black and red corset, or a black lace bustier and suspender belt, with black lace top stockings.

The corset pushed up her breasts, but left them bare, and the bustier covered her breasts but left her hips and lower stomach bare. Taking out a black thong she tried on the different items. Thinking of Damien, would he even see her underwear? He’d just told her to undress by herself. Finally she decided to dress for Mr. Pendlebury, she’d wear the corset, suspender belt and stockings, he loved her flashing her young pussy at him.

Damien just wanted her naked.

Jumping into the shower Kate washed off the massage oil, washed her hair, and rubbed baby oil into her skin before rinsing it off and drying herself. Mr. Pendlebury loved her hair full blown and sexy, so she put a fixing spritz on before she blew dry. Crunching her auburn multi streaked hair between her fingers, she worked volume into it. When it was dry she caught the sides back with pearl combs.

Grey and green eye make up brought out the emerald lights in her eyes, and a coral lipstick made her lips look full blown and sinful. Putting pearl drop earrings in she smiled, wondering what Damien would think when he saw her.

Leaving her flat she got into a taxi and directed it to Mr Pendlebury’s house. Ringing his doorbell she put on the sweet smile that he loved and waited. The door opened and a still handsome but very frail old man smiled at her.

Hello Katherine, you look beautiful. he said.

The evening passed as usual. A delicious, though old fashioned meal, gentle conversation, then a strut round his bedroom, bending over to pick up his clothes, so that he got lots of excitement out of her bare pussy. A quick wank, cup of horlicks, and she was out of there.

Bob was waiting at the kerb and took off as soon as she was seated. What time love?

Eight o’clock again please.

There was a slight holdup on the way to Damien’s hotel, so it was eleven when Kate dashed into the lift. Feeling breathless, she took deep breaths on the way up to his floor. Now getting worried how he would react to her different appearance, she tried to remove some eye makeup.

When she tapped on his door it flew open and there he was, wearing his low slung sweats and a frown. As she stepped out of the lift he looked at his watch and said You are three minutes late, Katherine.

Traffic she said but I was in the hotel at eleven. If you’d been on a lower floor I’d have been on time. Then she said Bugger, I mean sir.

Looking at him she saw that he had one eyebrow raised and was smirking.You obviously enjoy being punished!

No I don’t, mm. sir, she muttered.

Your style of dress is different tonight, as is your hair and makeup. I wonder what else is different? he murmured, circling her.

Lifting her hair he put his nose to her neck You even smell different. The perfume you have on tonight suits you better than last nights.

Pulling the combs out of her hair he fluffed it between his fingers. How are you today? he whispered into her ear.

His breath on her neck made her sex clench tightly, I’m good thank you, sir. she replied swallowing hard.

Take your dress off, he ordered unzipping her.

Shrugging her dress off and letting it drop, she stepped forward out of it.

Mm, you don’t look very submissive in that outfit.

I have to wear it for my regular client, sir, and there wasn’t time to change. Kate told him, wishing she had put something less sexy on.

I should think you didn’t have to do much to make him come tonight I’m hard for you already. Bend over.

Kate did as she was told, trembling at his closeness.

You still look swollen from this morning, he said stroking a finger over her clitoris. Then taking hold of her hips, he continued, You are wet for me already, but you must wait. Your punishment for being late and speaking out of turn must come first. Go into the bedroom and take everything off.

Dry mouthed Kate went into the bedroom, undressed, and knelt on the floor looking down.

Damien stalked in like the predator he was and standing in front of her said Stand up, then go to the bed and kneel on all fours on the edge.

Kate did as she was told, and made a valiant effort to stop trembling. Difficult in such a vulnerable position. Damien came and stood by her head with a riding crop in his hand.

This is not as harsh as the strap. It can give pleasure as well as pain. What do you think you deserve, pleasure or punishment?

When Kate didn’t reply he reached over and slapped the crop onto her buttock.

Answer me Katherine he demanded.

That is up to you sir, whatever is your pleasure. Kate said quietly.

Ah, my pleasure Damien purred, Then first I shall give you pleasure then punishment. Turn over and put your arms above your head. Do not move them, or your punishment will be more severe.

Doing as she was told Kate felt soft satin cover her eyes; putting her arms over her head she strained to hear where he was. Then suddenly the leather of the crop flicked over a nipple. She gasped and bucked, her arms moved and she struggled to avoid lowering them. The crop stroked down over the curve of her hip and then round her belly button.

Spread your legs wide.

Doing as she was told Kate felt herself get wet, then the crop flicked over her swollen labia and she shouted Oh fuck.

Naughty girl. You really do want to be beaten, don’t you? Damien purred.

The crop then trailed up her belly to her other breast. When it left her body Kate strained to hear where it was. Then it flicked hard over that nipple and she yelped again. The bed sagged and he was between her legs pushing them apart. She heard the slap of a condom, then he was on her. Slowly pushing the engorged head of his throbbing shaft into her slick wet sex, he made her feel every inch of him. Groaning she wrapped her legs round him and pulled him closer. Then suddenly the crop cracked against the back of one leg then the other.

She screamed and he said You will only do what I tell you to do. Remove your legs and submit.

Biting her lip Kate moved her legs and lay still.

That’s better.

Teasing her with every inch of him he moved slowly teasing her clit with his velvet covered head until she was almost screaming with exasperation. Then he withdrew right to his tip again before thrusting hard into her. Once again she felt him in her throat; unable to move and respond as she normally would Kate became lost in a wild ride unlike anything she had ever experienced. Then Damien said You may put your legs around me now.

Kate did as she was told. As her climax rolled on and on, she screamed and screamed and bringing her arms down grabbed his shoulders and dug in her nails. As her nails dug into him, Damien yelled and came violently. Lying entwined with each other covered in sweat, Kate’s breathing slowed first, Pulling out of her Damien lay on his back gasping for breath.

Then he said I am going to use the strap on you again. I assume five thousand will make you willing.

Kate sat up You assume too much. I’m not willing for any amount.

Pulling her back down under him he snarled, You’re a whore, I’ve paid you until eight a.m. so you’ll play the part I hired you for.

Red. Kate said grabbing his balls and sticking her nails in.

When he moved to protect himself Kate rolled off the bed and stood up facing him. He surged up off the bed in one fluid movement, and went to grab her. Grasping his wrist and pushing his hand back she turned and dropped and threw him over her shoulder. He hit the wall with a crash.

Kate grabbed her clothes and fled to the lift. Pulling her dress on and putting her feet into her shoes she took out her phone and called her car service. Straightening her hair she hurried past the reception desk to the front door. As she rushed out onto the pavement a car pulled up and she jumped in.

You O.K. love? Jack, Bob’s co-driver asked.

Yes thanks, Jack. Cheeky customer, that’s all.

Leaning back