Eventide (Her Father, My Master) (15 page)

My master was taking exactly what he wanted from me. His mammoth of a cock filled me, over and over

as he thrust, as he exacted his pleasure from my body in just the way he wanted. My pleasure was not the

focus, this evening. I was a bad girl, and I didn't deserve to have my needs looked after tonight, after all.

He pressed me down against the bed, his hands hot against my skin, almost pushing all of the oxygen from

my body as he took what he wanted from me. I was his, his little fuck toy, to do whatever he pleased to

me.

Finally, my master came with a bellow, his come splashing against my hot walls as he filled me up in

other ways. “Yes!” he cried, almost involuntary, and a thrill ran up my spine at that. I loved making my

master feel this way, more than anything. I loved making him feel so much pleasure that he almost lost

control, himself.

But as for myself, I was left on that edge, that precipice, and my master wasn't going to let me have my

release. Not tonight. Not for being such a bad girl.

He slammed into my hips erratically for a few more thrusts as his climax rode itself out, and then he

pulled out. His hands snaked downwards and gripped my ass harshly, firmly, sending fresh sparks of pain

up into my brain. My punishment wouldn't soon be forgotten.

“No coming for you tonight, pet,” he growled as he stood, and I wanted to moan loudly, and beg for

him to let me come, but I knew he wouldn't relent with this.
This
was my true punishment. He'd never really denied me an orgasm outright – he'd teased me in the past, but he'd always let me come by the end

of the day. Tonight though, I would be trapped by my own lust. He wouldn't let me come.

But he trusted me to a certain extent, for after he was finished with me he stood, gathered up his

clothing, and left the room. I was left to my own devices. I could come, now. He would never know that

I had. And I briefly contemplated doing just that as I writhed and squirmed on the bed, my achingly empty

cunt begging for release now.

It was only my obedience to my master that stayed my hand, literally. As I trembled on those sheets, I

took deep shuddering breaths, trying to calm myself down from that high. There would be no jumping off

that cliff tonight. I had to come down slowly.

Finally, I felt my body begin to relax, to unwind from the amazing mixture of pain and pleasure that my

master had put me through. Even this was awesome to me. I didn't get my release, no, but I still got

everything leading up to it. I got to feel my master, impaling me with that massive cock of his. I got to

feel him judder and jerk against me as he lost his own control on top of me, releasing his seed inside me.

I sighed and briefly regretted the fact that he'd had a vasectomy. Only briefly, though. It was such a

stupid thought, but it did make me aware that there were some things my master couldn't give me.

No matter. I slowly levered myself off my bed, and made for the shower. A demure, climax-less

shower. I shuddered at the thought.

This new form of play continued clear through to Thanksgiving break – I went out like clockwork on

Saturday, and came back to await my punishment from my master. And the punishments were not always

the same. Sometimes he would spank me, sometimes he would whip me. Once he forced me to press my

face into a corner of a wall and repeat a new chant about how I was such a bad slave, a naughty little

girl. I loved that one especially.

My classes were easy enough, too, and I found myself passing them all with flying colors. I didn't

know why, but I felt like college was even easier than high school. A part of me was worried that this

was merely because I was enrolled in an online college. At first I hadn't cared about where I went to

college, as long as I could be with my master, but as the weeks and months went by, I grew more and

more nervous about exactly what I could do with this online degree.

The searches I'd done on online universities weren't exactly compelling, either. Most seemed to be

glorified diploma mills, and graduating from one didn't mean anything to potential employers. Thankfully

Ashland University didn't seem to fall into that category, but I worried.

Still, I was learning all the same. Some of my classes were downright fascinating, especially the

food-related science class I was taking. My interests seemed to have shifted from art history, and that

worried me too. I didn't seem to be able to maintain interest on any one subject for very long at all.

As Thanksgiving approached, I found myself dreading going back to my parents' place. While I would

have more freedom there, I would also have to put up with Kandace. And Steven. My mom had

grudgingly invited them to the dinner, and for some ridiculous reason they'd taken her up on the invitation.

I knew because I kept hearing about it from mom and Kandace both, either through e-mails or sporadic

phone calls.

It was so strange. For some reason they both wanted me on their side, while I just wanted to stay

impartial. I didn't want to choose sides. On the one hand, I didn't like that Kandace had effectively stolen my thunder with her own relationship to her own older man. But on the other, she served as a warning

sign to me. I knew, because of her, that my relationship with Mr. Hendricks would have to remain a

secret.

In the end, I thought my mom was overreacting to the whole thing. Kandace was an adult now. She

could choose to do whatever she wanted with her life.

But I didn't want to make her angry, so I kept as silent as possible on the whole thing.

I had to leave that Wednesday. Maddie was coming home in the evening, and we couldn't afford

another slip-up, another opportunity for her to catch me over here, so I left mid-morning. The trees were

mostly bare as I pulled out of his driveway, and the air was crisp and cold, with a faint hint of snow in the future. Not today, but I thought there might possibly be a chance for a white Christmas this year. That

would be nice. We hadn't had one in years.

Instead of going directly home, I wandered around town first, down the busy strip of retail stores

where my old job at the coffee shop was. I hadn't gone back in there since the end of the summer. It

would be stupid to do such a thing, as I was supposed to be at college during that time, but right now I

figured it would be okay.

To my surprise, I saw Derrick's car in the back lot. I thought he'd quit his job at the end of the

summer, like I had, to go back to college.

Curious, I parked and went inside, where I found him behind the counter, serving drinks like he

always did.

He looked up at me with wide eyes the moment I opened the door. “Krystal! What are you doing

here?”

“It's Thanksgiving break,” I replied. “What I'm wondering is what are
you
doing here? You still

work here?”

“I... yeah,” he admitted, dropping his head and looking at his shoes. “I actually never quit.”

“What about college?” I asked, feeling even more confused now. “I thought you went back to

college.”

“Well, I'm taking a semester off. Maybe a year.”

“Oh, I see,” I replied, though I didn't really see. I knew some kids got sick of college and dropped

out, but Derrick didn't seem like that kind of student to me. He was always one of the hardest workers in

the coffee house. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. “So, when we met in the park a few weeks ago?”

“Yeah, I wasn't back on fall break. I'd never left.”

For some reason, I liked that. I liked knowing that Derrick was here. Like me. I'd never left, either.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” he said suddenly, pulling me out of my revery.

“Sure, what?”

He jerked his head. “In the back room.”

I blinked. “Okay, I guess.” I knew my way around the store, and easily followed him around the

counter and into the back room. As soon as we got there, he shoved his hands in his pockets, shifting from

one foot to another.

“So, I thought you should know, I was always way more into you than Maddie,” he said.

My eyes widened. I'd suspected, but why was he choosing to reveal this to me now? “So?”

“So,” he flushed. “I don't know, I thought we could try something. Over break.”

I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head. Derrick was not my type at all. When I glanced up at him

and saw his stricken face, I immediately stopped laughing. That had been pretty horrible of me. To laugh

in his face for daring to ask me out. I immediately felt a sharp pang of guilt.

“Sorry,” I said. “I just wasn't expecting that.”

“It's okay,” he said sullenly, looking to the side.

“It's not that you're a bad guy,” I explained. “You're just not my type. At all.” To add to that, I

already had my relationship with my master. But I was off the leash, now. How off the leash was he

expecting me to get? How far could I go, with another man? We'd never even gotten remotely close to

discussing anything like this.

“What is your type?” Derrick asked.

“Dominant. Assertive.”

Something flashed on his face just then. I wasn't certain exactly what it was, but it was primal.

Powerful. Carnal.

“Teach me,” he said.

I blanched. “Teach you? What?”

“How to be that way.”

“I... I don't know if that's something you can teach,” I admitted.

“I want to try. I know – I know girls like that, but I'm too damned nice.” He kicked the floor, looking

down at his feet.

I sighed. “For starters, look at me when you talk,” I said. “Stand up straight. Take your hands out of

your pockets. Believe you can do it, then do it.”

A change seemed to come over Derrick, as he stood up straighter, pulled his hands out of his pockets

and folded them across his chest. For a moment, just a moment, he reminded me of Mr. Hendricks.

“Like this?” he asked. As soon as he asked that question, the resemblance faded.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“And how about this?” Without any further warning, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up

against the wall. I gasped at the suddenness of it, the white tile wall contacting harshly against my

shoulder blades. Pain blossomed and flowed up to my brain, and for just a moment, I was back with my

master. My submissive personality flowered to the surface.

“Yes,” I gasped, squirming in his grip.

“Sorry,” he said, pulling away from me. “I didn't mean to hurt you.”

I rubbed me shoulders. “That's good. But only do that with girls you know. Jesus. There's a fine

line. You have to be respectful until you know what they want.”

“And what do you want?” he said, intensely staring at me.

I knew this was mistake. I didn't even know what my master would think of it. But in that moment,

desire flooded my veins. Not the desire to have Derrick dominate me, but the desire to teach him, just as

my master taught me. I could see he was eager, but he was like a hunk of raw marble, completely

untouched. I could carve him into the dominant partner I knew he could be. The kind of dom that he

wanted to be.

“Okay,” I said. “I'll do it.”

His face broke into a grin. “Really?”

“Yes, and don't ask me that. Just nod.”

Derrick silently nodded.

“I'm free Saturdays.”

“But don't you have to go back to college after Thanksgiving?” he asked, perplexed.

I cursed myself. I'd forgotten my own deception. “I have... special circumstances,” I said lamely.

“I'm actually going to college in the area, but my parents don't know. Don't you tell them, either,” I said sternly. I hoped I could trust Derrick enough to not spill the beans, but it was out of my hands now.

“Okay,” He said. He got the hint, and didn't push for further information. After a few minutes more of

talking, we set up a time to meet on Saturday, in front of the shop.

As I left the coffee shop, I wondered exactly what I'd gotten myself into. Should I tell my master what

I was doing? I didn't know.

I decided not to. It was better than way.

*****

Throughout the entire Thanksgiving break, I worried about this new scenario I'd set up with Derrick. I

could teach him, yes. I didn't know exactly what a dom thought of, or why he behaved the way he did, but

I had at least an inkling. After all, I needed to have one.

So, I did research. I grabbed links to various helpful forums and websites, and I ordered a couple of

books on how the BDSM lifestyle worked. What I couldn't explain, this stuff could. I smirked as I

checked out of an erotica website with the books. I'd tell Derrick to think of it as course material for

Domming 101.

The household was a little strained with the anticipation of Kandace's and Steven's arrival by

Thrusday morning. My mom was frantic in the kitchen, trying to keep herself as occupied as possible, and

I was unfortunately caught up in her whirlwind of activity.

“Can you mash these potatoes?” she asked as she bustled by me with a pecan pie. “And the sweet

potatoes. And make a sauce for the green bean casserole. Shit!”

I stared at her now with wide eyes. She never cursed. But I immediately saw why she had, at that

moment. Steven's Lexus was pulling into the driveway, right next to my little sedan.

“They're here!” mom bellowed into the den. I could hear my dad sigh and heave himself out of his