Eventide (Her Father, My Master) (18 page)

“Please,” I whimpered.

Once more, his hand came down. I buried my head in the pillows and bit my tongue. It was too much,

too much.

“No more,” he said finally, removing the gloves. “For now.”

So, that was a new punishment for me. A fresh punishment. I wasn't entirely certain I enjoyed it as

much as the others, but my master had given it to me, so I would take it.

After he took the gloves off, he fucked me hard. His hands roamed and crabbed all over those wounds

he'd given me, his fingers digging into the pin pricks as he grabbed my ass and rode me hard. I saw stars

as the pain flowered in my brain again. Euphoria flooded my veins. This was for him, it was all for him.

And I loved every second of it.

I loved the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me, filling me and emptying me over and over. I

loved his guttural growls and moans as he took his pleasure from me, his hips slamming harshly into my

abused ass, his rod stretching me wide. But most of all, I loved giving him pleasure. I loved knowing

that I could make him come, and I savored that moment when he roared and jammed his body against

mine, burying his dick inside as my tight hole as he came. I swore I could feel his hot come coating my

walls and truly filling me up.

But after he finished, and left me to clean up, I found my mind wandering. To Derrick. As I did,

realized the magnitude of what I'd done, yet again. This wasn't all for him. I was breaking my bonds. I

was being bad, and not in a good way.

There was a tiny part of me that realized this was the beginning of the end. But I pushed that part

away. Not yet, not yet, I told it.

*****

So the weeks continued. I found myself with a lot to juggle now. In addition to taking care of Mr.

Hendricks and his house, and my attending to my classes, I now also had to do research on BDSM in

order to stay ahead of Derrick. I had to think of new ways to teach him, new lesson plans. I found myself

enjoying it greatly. I thought I made a good teacher.

And I knew a lot about the material, which helped quite a bit.

Progress was slow, but over the next moth, I saw slight changes wash over my trainee. He began to be

more assertive, and he stopped apologizing so much. They were small victories however. I knew I still

had a long way to go.

Before I knew it, Christmas break was looming ahead of me. I wasn't looking forward to it, and I

wondered if my mom had taken anything I'd said to her to heart. As much as I disliked Kandace always

stealing the spotlight from me, she was still my sister. I still loved her and wanted her around for the

holidays.

But my mom hadn't spoken of any reconciliation to me, so I assumed those two still had a rocky

relationship.

My suspicions were confirmed when I arrived home. I'd been shoved out of Mr. Hendricks house a

little earlier than I'd anticipated, much to my disgruntlement, so I arrived home earlier than usual as well.

I hated how quickly he just shoved me aside like that.

“Krystal!” my mom called as soon as I entered the door. “Come help me with this!”

I rolled my eyes, but I smiled as well. It was good to be home. As the weeks went by, I found myself

missing my parents, for a change. Even my mom, who bossed me around like I was still a little kid.

I dropped my bag and followed the sound of her voice into the den, where she was hanging up

stockings. My dad was there too, trimming the tree. “Hey kiddo,” he said. He was wearing a ridiculous

red santa hat. Sometimes he got too much into the spirit of the holiday. “How's school?”

“Good, good,” I said as I grabbed boxes of ornaments and helped him hang them. Mom was now

putting up a garland on the fireplace. I leaned in closer to dad, and whispered, “How's... you know?”

“Kandace? He whispered back in a low voice. “Not great. I'm not holding out hope.”

I sighed and shook my head. Mom could be so stubborn at times. So it seemed this was how this

holiday was going to be spent. Tense and lacking family members. I thought my mom might cave by the

end of Christmas, but she didn't. Kandace wasn't here either for Christmas or New Year's. The house felt

very empty without her. And I was anxious to get away from it. Mom and dad both directed all their

attention and energy on me, and that made me feel incredibly nervous about slipping. I couldn't afford,

especially not now.

Before long though, I was making my way back to Mr. Hendricks' house. And he had a surprise for

me. A real surprise.

I still remember his last Christmas present to me – a complete home gym – and I didn't think he would

do anything so elaborate for me this year, but I was wrong. Totally wrong.

When I pulled my car into his driveway, I noticed with some trepidation that there was an unfamiliar

little red car in the garage. Whose car was that, I wondered as I parked behind it. Was Maddie still

here? It couldn't be. He wouldn't have called me back, if she was here.

I squeezed by the car – it was a brand new Miata – as I made my way to the garage door, where my

master was waiting. Perhaps it was a new toy for himself.

After I passed the car, all my focus was on him again. We hadn't been able to do much over the break,

and I'd missed him. “Sir,” I said quietly, immediately moving to disrobe, even before I got into the house

proper.

But he stopped me, reaching out a hand and pressing it on my shoulder. “Wait. I want to show you

something, first. Your gift.”

“My gift, sir?” I asked, feeling a little confused.

“It's behind you.”

“Behind the car, sir?”

He chuckled. “It is the car.”

I blanched, the blood draining from my face. “But, sir, no it's too much.”

His eyes flashed a steely gray as he glared at me. “You would dictate to your master what an

appropriate gift is?”

I flushed, the blood rushing back into my face as I dropped my head in a submissive gesture. “No, sir,

not at all. But how will I explain it to my parents?”

“Simple. You won it in a sweepstakes, and sold your old car to pay for the taxes and insurance.”

I wanted to continue to protest. This was too much. It was far too much. But I knew if I did, he

would only punish me. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” I instead said, accepting the extravagant gift with as

much grace as I could muster. It really was too much. I didn't deserve it.

“Good girl,” he murmured and dipped his head, kissing me on the top of my own head. “Now, get

inside. I have work for you to do.”

I was shocked, to say the least. Though I wanted to stand in the garage and admire the new car –
my

new car, apparently – obeying my master came first, as always. I glanced back at the car one last time

before closing the door behind me and shedding my clothing.

“I have something else for you, yet,” my master now said as he reached out a hand stroked my long

blonde hair. “Something a little more... sensual.” He raised an eyebrow at me in a meaningful way, then

started walking. I took that as a signal to follow, so I trotted along behind him, trying to keep up. He was quickly heading for the stairs. I knew where he was going.

My entire body shivered. Not only did I get this amazing thing from him, but I was also getting

something else. Something new. Some new form of play. I wanted that, even more than the car. I loved

the feelings my master brought me, more than anything.

We ascended the stairs, and quickly made for my room. My mind was a messy mix of thoughts. I

found myself thinking about the car yet again, and he opened the door and led me inside. Was he serious?

Was this some sort of joke?

I already knew the answer to that. My master didn't joke around.

My mind was wrenched back to the situation at hand, when I saw the box on the bed. A black box. I

knew what was in it, before I even opened it. A new collar. A new sensation. A new facet to our play.

This was even better than the car.

Mr. Hendricks sat down next to the box as I approached, and placed his hand over mine when I

touched the box. It was familiar, yet new to me. It seemed like he had these boxes and collars specially

made, just for me. Just to heighten the experience.

I knew better than to just dive in and open the box. I looked to him in askance and permission.

“Open it, pet,” he said, pulling his hand back.

I did.

What lay inside, wrapped in black satin, was a curious collar. It looked like it was glass, and it also

looked handmade. I picked up the box now, and let my fingers trace along the cold, smooth surface. It

was glass. A glass collar.

“Sir?” I looked up at him again.

“That's just part of your gift,” he said, taking the box from me and lifting the collar out. It was actually a series of handmade beads, strung together on wire. When he snapped it around my neck, it looked

almost like one solid piece, and gave every appearance of a collar, just like my other ones.

“What else is there, sir?” I chanced to ask, hoping I wasn't being too forward.

“You'll see,” he purred as he now left the room. I sat on the bed, feeling a bit confused, but I trusted

him. I lifted a hand as I waited, trailing my fingers across both the beaded glass and my metal collar.

What could this possibly mean?

He returned not a few minutes later, holding another black box in his hand. “Turn over. Hands and

knees,” he commanded. The warming, giving side of him was gone. Now my master was truly here, and

he really did have something planned. A thrill raced up my spine. I obeyed.

With shaky hands and legs, I rolled over on the slick bedsheets, getting into the position my master

commanded. Here it was, something new. Something different. I craved it. I desired it so much I could

feel the longing pulse through my body in time with my heartbeat. What was he going to do to me? The

mystery was nearly as erotic as the actual play.

“You know what I have, pet?” he asked. I could hear the rustling and clicking of the box being

opened. He pulled something out of it, but I couldn't see. “You know why you're wearing that collar?”

“No, sir,” I said quietly, my breath coming faster and more shallowly now. I didn't know, but I

wanted to know.

I could feel my blood pumping through my arteries and veins. I could feel the soft warm air from a

nearby vent roll over my hyper-sensitive skin. I could feel everything to an extreme degree. Every sound

was a riot on my ears. Every rustle, every shift my master made on the bed. Every single one of my

senses was heightened beyond what I'd ever experienced. Or perhaps this was how I always was, during

play.

I loved it. I loved how I could feel the world so much more thoroughly, when I was with him.

Everything seemed special.

And every second dragged out into an eternity, when he teased me, as he was doing now. “I suppose

I'll just have to show you, then,” he murmured as he lifted his hand with the strange object in it, hovering it closer and closer to my skin. I couldn't see; I didn't dare look, but I could sense it. It didn't feel warm. In fact, it felt cold. It was sucking whatever warmth was in my skin away from me. I shivered.

My master laughed. “It's about to get much colder.” He pressed the object down, and I nearly

jumped. It was cold, so cold.

“Metal,” I gasped.

That's right, pet.” He stroked the dildo up and down my ass, and the tip of it warmed quickly on my skin,

the sensation diminishing, although not disappearing completely. “I won't be too hard on you, at first,” he murmured as he dragged that hard metal cock back along my ass, slowly making his way for my tight

hole. That was where all my pleasure truly centered – that one small area between my legs.

“You like this?” he said as he teased me there, not pushing inside, only pressing the dildo around my

folds and down on my clit.

“Yes, sir, please, I need more,” I begged, arching my back and leaning backwards, pleading with my

body for him to take me.

“Oh, you'll get more,” he laughed, but he obliged, plunging that thick dildo inside me now.

I gasped and lurched forward now. It was cold, so cold, though it was quickly being heated by my

body. It was apparent that the metal cock had only been room temperature. As he thrust the long toy

further and further inside me, I wondered how would feel heated. Or frozen.

Little did I know, but I was about to find out.

He pleasured me for a few moments with that thick dildo, but before I could even truly get into it, he

withdrew, leaving me to moan and feel achingly empty once more.

“This isn't all, pet,” he said calmly. “There's more.”

“Please, master,” I whimpered, pushing back, spreading my legs, presenting myself like the needy

little slave that I was.

“Please what?”

“Please... fuck me, anything.” I was quivering all over, aching for him to fill me, fuck me, make me

come and come himself.

He laughed at that. “In time. For now...” He trailed off, and I hear a rustle. Something else was

being lifted from that box.

My master placed that object on my skin now, and I really did jump. If I thought the metal dildo was

cold, this one was frozen, like an ice cube on my skin. “What?” I gasped.

He slapped me lightly.

“What, sir?” I corrected myself, always in that mode for him.