Releasing Kate (12 page)

He laughed then bent down to give her a quick kiss. “You’re not ready yet.”

“You keep saying that. What do you mean?”

“When clan members mate—mate, not have sex—it is a violent explosion. You haven’t come far enough to handle our mating.”

“I’ve accepted everything you’ve done.”

“But I haven’t done anything nearly extreme enough to free your heritage.”

“What we’ve done isn’t extreme enough?”

“No,” said Michael as he continued stroking her. “You’ve only been here a day. We have a long way to go.”

“What are you waiting for? What do you expect to happen?”

“There’s a link that forms.
A link in our minds.
We shared visions when we first met but now you’re fighting that link. You haven’t surrendered enough yet for the link to fully form.”

“A link?
In our minds?”

“Yes.”

“Michael, I don’t like the sound of that and I’m not sure I can take much more.”

“Do you want to leave?”

Kate hesitated, her stomach knotted and she longed to say yes but looking into Michael’s eyes, she felt her fear slip away. “No.” She shook her head. “I have to follow this through to the end…even if it kills me.”

“It won’t kill you, Kate. I promise you’ll be okay, even if it doesn’t always feel that way. I’ll take care of you. Now get some sleep. I’ll leave you untied tonight. You need a small break.”

“Will you sleep with me?”

“No but I will stay with you until you fall asleep.”

Michael crawled next to her and pulled her into his arms. The familiar scent of cedar washed over Kate. She sighed. She was content to be able to touch Michael and she quickly fell asleep.

Michael disentangled himself from Kate. He stood and looked at her sprawled form.
So tiny.
So delicate.
Their ancestry was truly amazing that a body so small could take everything he could dish out and still beg for more. He smiled. He knew just how to proceed tomorrow.

Chapter Twelve

The next day, Michael allowed Kate to bathe then led her out to the living room. Kate knew she’d only been with Michael a short time but her old life felt unreal. Only her time with Michael counted. Was it really only the second day? She was losing track and she didn’t know if she cared. All that mattered was here and now—this current moment.

Michael led her over to his collection. He stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders and whispered in her ear, “Pick one.”

Kate shuddered as she looked at the statuary. It was still barbaric but now she felt a thrill of excitement. Kate was aroused. She felt like a kid in a toy store with unlimited funds, wanting everything.

He nuzzled her ear.

Kate slowly looked over the collection. She imagined herself as the female in each pose. She felt faint, her knees weak with longing.

Michael supported her, pulled her against his chest and moved his arms around her torso. One hand lingered over her clit, lightly caressing, as he waited for her decision.

She moaned and leaned her head against his hard, masculine chest.
Sinking into his gentle caresses, wishing for more pressure.

“Greedy woman.
Pick one,” he ordered as he stopped touching her and moved his hands to her shoulders so she faced his collection.

She felt panicked that she didn’t know what Michael wanted. She wanted to please him. She’d accepted the pain but it wasn’t quite right yet. Even she could feel there was some kind of barrier. She knew Michael was working very hard to break down that barrier. Kate couldn’t help feeling frightened by what would happen then. Michael’s hands tightened on her shoulders, bringing her back to his question.

Kate shuddered and trembled so hard only Michael’s grip kept her standing. Her gaze roamed the pieces but she already knew which one she needed next. With a shaky hand, she pointed.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

Kate nodded.

“Why that one?” he whispered as his lips nuzzled her hair.

“It’s haunted me,” Kate replied simply. “From the time I saw it in your collection. It was in the book too…”

Michael reached around her and pulled the piece out of the cabinet. “She’s totally helpless, isn’t she? Tell me what you feel when you look at this.”

“Ecstasy.
Total physical domination.”

The woman lay facedown on a special table. The table had holes. Her breasts hung down through two holes. It was obvious that the holes were a little small so that her breasts were compressed by the opening. Weights stretched her nipples, the clamps biting deeply into her breasts. A strap ran from one side of the table, across her back so she couldn’t move. The woman’s arms were stretched over her head, as if reaching for surcease. Straps across her upper arms, around her elbows and at her wrists held her in place. Her face fit into another padded hole so her face was visible only when Michael turned the piece. The woman had an O-ring gag in her mouth. Another strap held her head in place. Eye cups covered her eyes and ear plugs dimmed her hearing.

“This is a feature I really like.” Michael pointed to the lower end of the table.

Kate hadn’t noticed before, but that end was padded too, rounding up and pressing against the soft part of the woman’s pelvis. A strap across the waist held the woman in the table’s embrace. It wouldn’t do to cover her buttocks. Thin red lines indicated she’d already been whipped. The waist strap didn’t hold her pelvis, she might have moved during the whipping except for the rest of the table’s design.

The table ended at the end of the woman’s torso. Her legs were placed in a Z-shaped device. Her thighs aimed back toward her head and inclined downward at a shallow angle. Then her knees were bent, resting on padded planks.
Almost doggy style yet with none of the freedom allowed by the position.
Straps held her upper thighs. Other straps above and below her knees and at her ankles completed her imprisonment.

All of the woman’s orifices were exposed but empty. Her rectum was red and tortured looking. Yet despite its painful appearance, her labia were swollen and glistening, her clit extended. She looked very aroused.

“I have a table like this,” Michael whispered in Kate’s ear. “Do you want to try it out?”

Kate started. It was a device requiring supreme confidence in one’s partner. The woman was totally open, vulnerable and restrained. There was nothing she could do to protect herself. She wouldn’t even hear or see what was coming next. She wondered if she could take it. Then she nodded, trembling so hard it was difficult to breathe.

“Answer me,” Michael whispered.

“I…I want to try out the table, please.”

Michael hugged her tightly. Then he swept her off her feet and carried her downstairs to a basement she hadn’t realized existed. Kate stifled a moan as she saw the room. Every torture device used in the statuary was full-size in this room. Even the soft lighting couldn’t lessen the harshness of the equipment. The basement contained a variety of brutal toys but her eyes fixated on the table placed prominently in the center of the room. She was frightened. She was aroused.

Michael must have sensed her turmoil because he sat in a chair, still holding her. His hands and voice soothed her as he bluntly told her what he wanted to do to her. Then he paused and asked, “Is this of your free will?”

With a flash of her old defiance, Kate yelled, “Stop! Stop offering me a way out! That only makes it harder for me! I agreed to this journey and I need to see it through all the way to the end. Don’t ask me again!”

“Ah, progress. I will take you at your word and not ask again.” Michael smiled and led her over to the table. He made her kiss it before she climbed on top. She hadn’t realized that the table could be adjusted exactly to fit her body. He made her fit her breasts through the holes. Then he made an adjustment to tighten the holes. It was like having part of her breasts bound. It didn’t hurt but she knew the pressure was there and she knew he could create more if he chose.

He slowly and methodically placed her body as he wanted it, adjusting the straps so they held but didn’t cut off circulation. But once again, Kate knew he could increase the pressure at any time.

The padded lower end of the table pressed into her, but apparently not enough. It was a bladder device and he expanded it more so Kate’s internal organs felt compressed. Her pelvic bones did not rest on the table. Her lower body was supported entirely by the padded bladder pressing into her, the straps at her thighs pulling her tight against the device.

“How can you fit anything inside me with that pushing in so tight?” she asked.

He laughed and said it wouldn’t be a problem.

He left her head for last. “I’ll do your head last. Once it is strapped, you’ll go somewhere else and I want you to know exactly how restrained you are before that happens.”

Finally, he was satisfied. He came around to the head of the table. “Look at me,” he commanded. “Can you move anything other than your head?”

Kate tried. She couldn’t.

“Once the gag is in place and your head is bound, you won’t be able to stop me.” His words threatened and promised at the same time.

For just a blinding instant, her mind screamed at her not to do this. Then arousal took over and her bodily needs overrode all sense of self-preservation. Her cunt, spread wide by her position, was dripping and she could not stop what she’d set in motion.

“Do it. Please, just do it.”

He put on the eyecups and then placed the O-ring in her mouth. He gently placed her in the face hole and strapped her head. He left the earplugs until last. Before he put them in, he bent near her ear and whispered, “I’m very proud of your bravery. Enjoy the ride, sweetheart.”

Michael placed the clamps on her nipples and slapped her butt until it felt angry and hot. He inserted something large in her cunt then added something to her rectum. When they started vibrating, she couldn’t even squirm as her need built to a raging fire. All she could feel was blind need.

He lowered the head of the table. Kate hadn’t realized the table inclined in either direction. After lowering her head, which raised her butt in the air, he left her alone to ponder her position. Kate had never felt so helpless and so isolated. He was right. Overwhelmed by sensation, she went someplace else, somewhere deep within. She didn’t know or care where he was or when he’d be back.

The rest of her time was a blur of pleasure and pain. She only remembered bits and pieces and Michael never told her how long she lasted on the table.

* * * * *

Days later, Michael watched Kate sleep and thought about how far he had pushed her. Too far, too fast, too perilous, yet her heritage still hadn’t fully bloomed. So many years of social and cultural training made her distrust the pain. He wanted to bring her along slowly but he didn’t know how much longer he could wait to satisfy his desires. He walked around in a constant state of arousal. Arousal to the point of pain, and while he didn’t fear his own pain, it did make him a little wild and a lot dangerous. How much longer before Kate broke free?

No matter how long it took, he had to be patient. He had to wait for her natural instincts to surface. If he didn’t, their joining would be as sterile as if she were simply human. He wouldn’t sabotage their mating that way. He’d broken many of her barriers. It wasn’t her fault she’d spent so many years in the wrong society. It wasn’t her fault her cultural prejudices ran so deep. He could do this and if he couldn’t then he’d have to take her to Sanctuary and some other man would. That was just unacceptable. Kate belonged to him. He just needed to figure out the right trigger. What would create a crack he could then widen? Maybe it was time to move deeper into her head.

Kate woke when Michael entered the bedroom. He wrapped her hair around his hand and dragged her off the bed. He silently led her downstairs into the dungeon as she struggled to get free. He showed no remorse, no hesitation as he placed the collar around her throat and chained her to the wall. Then he raised an arm and put a leather band around her wrist. He bound her other wrist the same way. He pulled her arms high above her head until she stood on tiptoe, barely touching the ground. The weight on her arms was relentless as he spread her legs and fixed a spreader bar between them.

Kate writhed, trying to move. She couldn’t. She felt the chain at her neck as he turned her to face the wall. He lightly spanked her ass. “You are turning a nice pink,” he commented.

Kate felt her ass warming as he continued. “Do you like the idea of being beaten?” he asked.

“No,” she replied breathlessly, knowing he had much more in store for her and knowing she was aroused by the fact that he would cause her pain.

“Ah, still lying to
yourself
. We’ll have to do something about that and I know just what to do. I’m excited to be the only man to explore this virgin area,” he whispered in her ear as he pressed his length against her back.

Then he moved suddenly and Kate heard a whoosh at the same time that she felt a sharp sting on her warmed ass.

She screamed.

He laughed, “
Darling, that
was a love tap. If you are already screaming, you’ll never make it through this.”

“But it hurts!”

“Of course it hurts. It is supposed to hurt. It will hurt even more before I’m through with you. You know that. You want to hurt,” he stated.

“Not like this,” Kate moaned.

“Any way I choose,” he replied. “But I really don’t want to hear you scream.” He inserted a gag in her mouth. “I do want to hear you moan though, especially as the pain turns to arousal.” He grabbed her cunt and felt her wetness. “See, you are already turned on and I’ve barely started,” he said as the cane whistled through the air again and again and again.

He hit her ass. He hit her thighs. Her back was not ignored and neither was her anus. Halfway through, he stopped and inserted a butt plug, violently shoving it in, expanding her to the breaking point.

“Don’t lose it,” he ordered, whispering in her ear as he pressed against her from behind again, increasing the throbbing pressure, “or I’ll punish you even more.”

Kate struggled to comply, even as she wondered what could be more punishing.

He stopped again and Kate thought they were done, but he merely attached nipple clamps with weights so she could feel her arousal even more as shooting pains raced from bobbing nipples to empty vagina. And the whipping continued.

By the time he was done, Kate sagged in the restraints, unable to stand. Pain and longing washed through her like a cleansing wind. From her stretched shoulders, bearing the weight of her body, to her abused nipples, to her throbbing back and thighs, she ached and wanted him in ways she never thought possible.

He removed the gag and asked, “What do you want now?”

“You.”
Kate sighed. Her cunt was begging for fulfillment, but after the whipping, he left again.

Kate felt the pain change. The welts turned to throbbing aches. Still she wanted more. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand the weights on her breasts any longer, he came back and yanked them off. Kate moaned.

Michael pushed her back against the brick wall. The rough stone caused the pain to change again. Michael grasped her face in his hands. “Break free, Kate! Open your mind!”

“I’ve surrendered! What more do you want?” Kate screamed and opened her eyes…to find herself in bed with Michael’s arms wrapped tightly around her. His golden eyes stared deeply into hers. Suddenly she gasped as she felt Michael’s hand slap her butt. Yet his hands remained still.

“What…how…?” Kate tried to form a coherent question, still feeling the whip and butt plug.

“That’s a small taste of your heritage,” he whispered.

“I don’t understand. It wasn’t real?”

“It felt real, didn’t it? That’s only a piece of what’s inside you.” Michael kissed her forehead and placed a finger on her lips as Kate started to ask another question. “Sleep now. We’ll talk later.”

* * * * *

A period of peace descended. Michael knew he’d pushed Kate to her current limits. She needed time to adjust to her new position. They talked about bondage and domination and submission. They talked about why her pain and pleasure receptors crossed and melded. He had no problem explaining what he was doing. He knew that even if Kate was aware of his tactics she’d be unable to resist.