Chapter 9.

The doorbell rang at precisely eight o'clock as Krista stood in front of her bathroom mirror, brushing out her wet hair. She had rushed home after work, thrown together a quick spaghetti dinner and then hopped in the shower. She'd done everything at twice the speed she normally did and she still wasn't ready.

The butterflies in her stomach had suddenly multiplied by about a hundred as she walked through her house towards the door. She didn't know what he had planned tonight, so she hadn't dressed up. Wondering what was going through his mind, she rubbed her sweaty palms down her thighs as she walked up to her front door. Taking a deep breath, she pulled it open.

"Hello pet," Tyler smiled, walking through the open door. She was dressed in sporty sweats and her long wet hair was leaving little wet spots on the back of her tank top. She looked good without make-up, he decided, fresh with a touch of innocence.

He closed the door with his foot and pulled Krista into his arms. He hadn't wanted to admit it to himself, but he'd thought about her a lot this week. On Tuesday afternoon, he'd begun taking every aprivate' or aunknown' call that came through on his cell since he didn't know her number. By Thursday, he'd pretty much given up on hearing from her and been grumpy, biting everyone's head off without even knowing it.

"Hello Master," she whispered, just before he claimed her mouth. He pushed her head back and plunged his tongue aggressively between her teeth. The kiss wasn't a greeting. Nor was it a prelude to sex. Truthfully, he wasn't sure what it was about. He had dreamed on the plane about punishing her again for making him wait until Thursday to hear her voice. Maybe it was that.

Tyler put all of his feelings into the kiss, filling it with the mounting frustration he'd carried around each day that went by without her call. When he finally pulled his mouth away from hers and stepped back, they were both breathing hard. He saw her lift a hand to her lips, touching them as if to prove they were still there.

"I've missed you pet," he said, breaking the silence.

"I've missed you too Master," Krista said softly. She wasn't sure what had just happened. The kiss was amazing, but way more emotional than she'd been expecting. There was something simmering beneath the surface and she wondered what it was. "Are you okay Master?"

"I'm okay," he said. "Just glad to be home. Have you been good this week, my pet?" Tyler asked. He was looking forward to taking the plug out of her and replacing it with his dick.

When Tyler asked the question, Krista's heart sank. She had worn that stupid plug all week long, just as he'd asked, only to leave it lying on the bathroom counter after her shower. She couldn't believe she had forgotten or that she hadn't noticed before now. She'd grown so accustomed to the way it felt buzzing inside her. Now that she thought about it, her backside felt dreadfully empty.

"Ummm, about that," she said backing away from him as he suddenly began to advance on her, "I actually have. I wore it all week long, everywhere I went. But I took it out to take a shower, just before you got here and forgot to put it back. I've really worn it all week though. I swear I have."

"You know there's a way to determine if you are telling the truth, pet." Tyler moved towards her, his dick hardening instantly. He lifted his shirt from his pants, pulling it over his head and tossing it on the floor as he kicked off his shoes.

Krista was still backing away from him, not exactly afraid, but definitely showing signs of apprehension. He thought about commanding her to stop, but he needed time to undress anyway. Besides, she was moving towards the kitchen table and he intended to bend her over it.

Tyler pulled one of the condoms out of his pocket before unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the floor, leaving him naked except for his socks. He stopped moving to unroll the sheath around his dick just as Krista backed into the table. She was a few feet away from him and he could see the pulse jumping in her neck and her quickened breaths.

"Are you frightened?" he asked, taking a step towards her.

Krista licked her suddenly dry lips, not daring to break eye contact. She didn't know what she felt, only that she'd felt very much like prey as he stalked her through the house.

"I don't know Master," she said nervously as the kitchen table brushed against her ass. "Maybe."

"Why," he asked, taking another step towards her and thrilling in the fact that he could see her heartbeat increase.

"You seem predatory tonight Master," she said, trying to swallow her nervous reaction. "It's unsettling."

One more step would bring them together. He hadn't intended to fuck her until they got back to his place, but the opportunity presented itself so he went with it. He stepped forward again, brushing his thighs against hers before spinning her around to face the table.

Krista gasped at the sudden movement, then felt her body melt into him as he pressed against the back of her from her calves all the way up to her neck. She relished the way his teeth felt against the sensitive spot beneath her ear, moaning as he slowly bit down, harder and harder until she cried out.

Tyler released the flesh of her neck to leave dark red teeth marks behind. He moved her hair out of the way, exposing a smooth expanse of throat on the other side and bit down again, slowly. When he heard her cry out again, he let go.

Krista lifted her arms as he grabbed her shirt and pulled it up her body. He took the sports bra with it, flinging both onto the floor as they came free of her wrists. Every thought in her brain disintegrated and a deep moan escaped her mouth when he reached around to squeeze her nipples, rolling the pebbled tips between his fingers.

"Time to find out, pet," Tyler moved away from her and pulled her sweatpants and the panties underneath down to her ankles. Standing, he stroked his aching cock with one hand, pushing Krista's chest down onto the table with the other. He pushed into her pussy, so tight and wet. Tyler drove into her several times, opening her up and making her pussy creamy.

"So wet," he said.

Tyler pulled his dick out, repositioning it at her other opening and pushed forward. She'd been telling the truth. He sheathed himself deep inside her ass with one stroke. Working his hips, he began to drive in and out of her, squeezing her hips and pulling her towards him at the height of every thrust.

"Oh god," she said, reveling in the way her anal muscles were already trembling around him.

After such a long period of enforced arousal with no satisfaction, Krista was peaking after only a few seconds. She was going to come. Her ass muscles were squeezing around the dick that impaled her and she was about to break into a million pieces.

"Do NOT come yet!" Tyler exclaimed, his dick pounding into her, balls slapping against her pussy lips with every thrust. "You will wait until I tell you."

"Oh please Master," she cried. She had been so horny, all week long and didn't think she could take another moment. "Please, please, PLEASE!" She begged, hoping he would have mercy on her and give her the release she sought.

"Had you been wearing the plug when I arrived, you would have come already as a reward. Now you will wait for me."

Krista groaned, all the while loving the way he felt inside her. If he was determined that she would not come until he did, her only choice was to turn up the heat. She clamped down on him with her anal muscles every time he pushed into her and relaxed them as he pulled out. Over and over again, until her ass was quivering with unreleased tension and she thought she would lose her mind. Her hands searched desperately for something to grab hold of to gain some leverage.

"Good girl, pet." Tyler said as he hammered her into the table. "Come Krista. Come with me!"

Tyler thrust deeply as his orgasm burst from his balls. He could feel Krista's release coincide with his, their convulsions mirroring each others. A few seconds later, their orgasms subsided. Pulling slowly from her ass, he took the used condom off his dick and dropped it in the trash.

"I'm not done with you yet," he said, pulling her off the table. "My dick is covered in come. Lick it clean."

Krista was so thankful for a break in the pressure she'd been carrying around all week, she dropped to her knees in front of him and licked the come oozing from the tip of his cock. "Yes Master," she said between licks, cleaning the come off his dick with her tongue.

Tyler leaned his head back and fought through the urge to push her off him. His dick was so sensitive after an orgasm, he often couldn't take anyone sucking him for several minutes. But he'd barely gotten started yet with Krista and this would speed up his recovery time. He clenched his hands as she sucked his penis deep into her mouth. All he had to do was last until the tingles subsided.

"Mmmmm," he moaned as she ran her tongue along the underside of his balls. She nipped at the inside of his thigh and used her hand to stroke the length of his dick. This was the most exquisite torture he could ever devise for himself. Shock waves of pleasure burst throughout his body with each little suck, pleasure and pain, both so strong in their intensity. Finally the tingles abated and Tyler felt his dick return to fully hard. He grabbed Krista's head and thrust into her throat a few times, then pulled out of her mouth.

"That's enough, pet," he said, grabbing her elbow and pulling her to her feet. "Stay," he said and walked over to his discarded pants, pulling a second condom from the pocket. With a practiced motion, he bit the corner off, pulled the plastic from the wrapper and unrolled it around his cock. He walked back to where Krista stood, leaning against the table and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he sheathed himself deep inside her pussy.

Tyler backed her into the kitchen wall, using it for support and began to drive into her as he kissed her on the mouth. He felt her try to wrap her arms around his head and grabbed her hands, holding them over her head with one hand. He squeezed her nipple, hard, with his other hand, and swallowed her scream, still kissing her as his dick battered her pussy.

Tyler wanted to hear her cry again and unwound her legs from around his hips. Pulling his dick from her, he set her down and turned her around to face the wall. "Spread," he said, as squatted. With a hard smack from one hand on her ass cheek, he pushed two fingers in her pussy and a third inside her ass. He pushed his fingers in and out of her, smacking her ass with each thrust. Tyler blistered her bottom with one hand, grinding his knuckles into her holes with the other. Her pussy was clenching around his fingers and he knew she was winding up for an incredible orgasm. He pulled his finger from her ass and leaned forward giving it a small lick.

Krista moaned as she felt his tongue against her anal entrance. There was no other feeling in the world quite like this one, she decided. Just as suddenly as it started, it stopped and she felt him bite her ass cheek, hard as he continued pushing his fingers in and out of her pussy. Krista cried out in pain. Tyler let go of her with his teeth and went back to licking her asshole. Back and forth, biting, licking, biting, licking until Krista was certain that the only things she needed in this world were his tongue and teeth. He pulled away and began the same assault on the other cheek, back and forth, teeth and tongue. By the time he was finished, ever single inch of her ass showed teeth marks and her puckered sphincter was quivering uncontrollably.

He stood suddenly, pulled her cheeks apart and drove his cock deep into her ass, plunging in and out, harder and harder as Krista cried out in shock. She concentrated on the way it felt, the sensation of his dick stretching her open then retreating, over and over again. At the height of his stroke, she felt so full, like she would burst, then as he drew out of her, an engulfing emptiness. The feelings rocked through her as he pumped against her ass.

Krista felt another orgasm building. "Please Master," she begged. "Let me come again."

Tyler plundered her hole without remorse. He had waited as long as he could drawing out her pleasure, but he had no restraint left. "Come if you can, Krista, but I'm too close. I can't wait for you."

The pressure rose higher. "Just a minute more Master, please."

"No, Krista," he said, pulling her hair again and reaching around with his other to stroke her clit. "Come NOW!"

Thrusting madly, Tyler emptied his cock for the second time that evening as Krista's orgasm convulsed around him, spurring him on to new heights of pleasure. He loved the way her body clenched him rhythmically, loved that she had pushed herself to comply with his command.

Chapter 10.

Krista and Tyler took a shower and sat at the kitchen table, eating the leftover spaghetti and drinking wine as they talked.

"It feels weird to be asking you this, but what's your name?" She figured she should start with the basics and work from there. "I mean, your whole name."

Tyler finished chewing the food in his mouth and swallowed before answering her. "I guess you are probably feeling a bit in the dark," he said. "My name is Tyler Hale. I'm thirty two years old, born on October twenty ninth, a Scorpio, not that I'm big into astrology, but it's one of those things. What about you?" he asked, twirling another bite of the spaghetti.

"I'm Krista. Krista Hamilton," she said, glad to finally know something about him. "I'm twenty eight years old, born on July 3rd, a Cancer." Krista swallowed, audibly, nervous now that there was no sex to hide behind. She'd never exactly been popular, always shy and a bit introverted. "So, what do you do?"

"You," Tyler said coyly. Krista rolled her eyes and opened her mouth as if to argue. "Just kidding," he said, raising his hands, palms out to ward off the daggers from her eyes. "I own Chained. Plus a few other clubs of similar design around the country."

"So you're pretty big into this whole BDSM scene, then?" she asked.

"Yeah, kind of," Tyler said. "I mean it's been a while since I've had a sub of my own, but you could say that."

"What else do you like to do?" Krista asked.

"I like to read," Tyler said, "and I like sports of course. I also like hiking and watching game shows on TV."

"Seriously?" Krista asked. "What's your favorite game show?"

"Jeopardy," Tyler said without batting an eye.

"Oh my gosh," Krista said. "I used to watch that every day when I was a kid because my mom had a crush on Alex Trebek. At first I hated it and thought it was dumb, but then I released my inner nerd and got into it. I even joined the Scholarbowl team at my school."

"Wow," Tyler said, trying to fit Krista into the image of a nerdy school girl. The two just didn't work. "I just can't picture you as a nerd. Quiet maybe, but not nerdy. Besides, you're too sexy to be a nerd."

"Thanks," Krista said, laughing. "But I wasn't always. In fact, you would die if you saw my school pictures from the 4th to 9th grades."

"I find that hard to believe," he said, sipping his wine and pushing the empty plate away.

Krista stood and walked over to one of the bookshelves against the hallway pulling a book from the very top. She rubbed a thin layer of dust off, opened it about half-way through and walked back to the table. Setting the book in front of Tyler, she pointed at one picture in particular.

Tyler burst out laughing, bending down for a closer look. "I take it back," he said. "You definitely were a nerd."

Krista looked down at the picture, remembering how proud she had been of the way she'd styled it that day. She had hairsprayed her bangs straight up, nearly three inches before letting them fall down in front of one eye. At the time, she'd had no idea that it looked like a rooster's comb or some crazy kind of hair experiment gone awry. She also was wearing bright red lipstick that clashed horridly with the weird orange shirt she was wearing. More importantly, her teeth were about three sizes too big for her mouth.

Determined to get it all out of the way since she'd already started down the path of self depreciation, she flipped the page and pointed at another horrible picture, and said, "Fifth grade." She flipped a few more pages, pointing to another picture. "Oh and there I am at the Regional Scholarbowl Championships with my 6th grade team. I won top scholar that night for answering the most questions correctly They gave me a free ice cream cone when we went to dinner on the way back."

Flipping through the book, she laughed as she explained the circumstances behind each photograph. Tyler thought it unusual for a woman to be so relaxed about not looking their best. He'd never met a woman who would willingly have shown him the pictures he'd seen tonight. Yet Krista had laughed at herself easily, obviously comfortable with who she was and who she had been. It was if she was proud of the things about her childhood that separated her from the "in" clique.

Krista flipped a page and Tyler whistled at the transformation between 10th and 11th grade. A skinny, lanky figure had turned into toned, nicely rounded curves. Her face had finally caught up to teeth and a nose that had seemed too big. It was a complete metamorphosis from awkward child into sexy young woman.

Krista looked at her 11th grade picture and attributed a large part of the difference to the fact that she'd figured out how to properly apply make-up. Always before she'd ended up looking like a clown, taking advice from her mother such as "there's no such thing as too much blue eye shadow" and "you have the perfect skin tone; it goes with every color". She loved her mom, but neither fashion nor make-up were at the top of her mom's strengths.

"No offense," Tyler said, scooting away from the table "But you're like a real-life version of the ugly duckling story."

Tyler pulled Krista up as he rose and pulled her towards the couch. As he sat, he pulled her down on his lap.

"That's me, Tyler," Krista said, "a beautiful swan." She suddenly realized that she had never called him by his name before. It had always been Master or Sir. She wondered if he would be okay with it. Truthfully, it was a little hard to remember to always say Master.

Krista thought about the easy conversation they'd shared. It would have become strained if she was forced to maintain a submissive persona and she was glad she had forgotten. With this understanding came the realization that she was not one hundred percent submissive and that she didn't want to be. In the bedroom was fine, but she was too strong to let this take over her entire personality.

"Tyler," she said his name again, taking a deep breath. "I think we should talk."

Tyler lifted his hand and pressed his finger against her lips. "Shhhh," he said, knowingly. "I know what you are thinking and its okay. I like being in charge in the bedroom, but I don't want to be responsible for someone's whole life. I'm really looking for someone who matches me, submissive to my dominant side, sure, but with the strength to be their own person. Any doormat can be submissive. That's not what I'm looking for."

"Really?" she asked. "I mean..." Krista blanked. She hadn't expected him to say that or for her to feel so glad to hear him say it. "I just thought..." She gave up and took a second to gather her thoughts.

"I wasn't expecting that," she started. "I guess I figured that you would want to be in charge of everything. That that was how you got your kicks."

"A good Dom doesn't need to be in charge of everything Krista," Tyler said, looking into her eyes openly and honestly. "A good Dom doesn't need to abuse, or humiliate their subs either, although that's what some subs really want. A good Dom cares for his sub, taking both of them to heights of pleasure that usually are not explored openly. A good Dom reads his sub, pushing her past her limits, bending but not breaking. Most importantly, a good Dom has a healthy self-esteem and does not need to truly damage his sub either emotionally or physically to increase his own self worth."

"So how does that tie into all the whips and chains?" Krista asked curiously. She had to admit, she was impressed by what he said and how he felt.

"Did any of the things we did truly hurt you?" Tyler asked.

Krista thought about everything for a moment and then shook her head.

"No not really," Krista said.

"What did you feel?" Tyler questioned. "Think about it for a second and tell me what you really felt."

Krista went over everything she had experienced in her head.

"Some of the things hurt, at least momentarily," Krista said. "But the pain amplified the pleasure. Sort of like the reason for evil is to show how good, good really is. That's a bad analogy. Nothing about what we did was evil. I should have said that it's like the saying that the bad things that happen in our lives help us to appreciate the good things. No, that's not a good analogy either."

Krista opened her mouth, trying to explain what she meant without sounding like she was comparing it to something bad. It hadn't been bad. What they'd shared had been amazing, wonderful. She didn't want Tyler thinking that she thought it was evil or any such equivalent. Unfortunately, she was rambling now and she had to get it under control.

"I know what you mean," Tyler interjected, grinning. "Stop trying so hard. I'm not going to take offense and just so you know, it's adorable when you ramble."

Krista sighed, rolling her eyes.

"It's just that all of this is so far beyond what I'm used to. I have no frame of reference."

"That's understandable," Tyler said as he nuzzled under her ear. "It's a big adjustment. You have to understand that Americans in general are sexually repressed. Everything we have been taught from the time we were children strengthens this repression and most people are too terrified of being ostracized to seek out what they really want.