A/N: Once again, while reading this: KNOW WHO'S BEHIND YOU (or next to you or whatnot)
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If you're trying to get a visual of what Cat might look like, think a really curvy Debi Mazar. But with pale, blue eyes.
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Also, I apologize for the long delay between chapters. This is more difficult to write than I had imagined. Because this goes against the actual absolute image of Richard I have in my head, I'm really having to beat him into submission (pun not intended, much)to get him to do this
Control
"Olive," Cat replied calmly.
"What?"
"Olive. That's my safe word. Not that you'll actually make me say it. You're to nice. Too fucking...pure. The first time I say no, you'll stop, feeling all guilty that you really did something I didn't want you to do. So go on, get it over with. You're so worked up it won't take you five pokes and you'll be done." She spread her legs and thrust her hips up. Her pussy brushed against Richard's cock teasingly. He shifted his hips away. Too much contact and he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of plunging into her. She was right in that he was too worked up at the moment.
"I bet," she went on, her tone derisive and mocking, "that you've got all these images going through your head of what you want to do to me. And I bet they make you uncomfortable, because they're somewhat violent. Not the kinds of things a proper young man does to a woman. Things Mommy and Daddy told you were wrong..."
Richard thought she was taunting him, and in a way she was. But she was also trying to make clear to him that the game was still on, and he could do what ever he wanted to her. She was curious to see how far he would go, although she didn't think that would be very far. He seemed to restrained, although the fact that he lunged at her had been delightfully surprising. Maybe he could let himself go, if she kept pushing at him some.
"Well? Wait are you waiting for? Are you just going to hover over me or are you going to..."
Richard clamped his hand over her mouth.
"You need to, mm, shut up. Or else I'm...mm, going to strangle you." He meant it. He was easily imagining wrapping his hands around her neck and squeezing as he slid into her and fucked her. He was really enjoying that image, which yes, he felt guilty for enjoying but damn it he couldn't imagine anything more gratifying at that moment.
The only reason he didn't give into temptation was because he had a strong suspicion she would like it, and he didn't want to give her what she wanted right then.
"Where are the, mm. Keys, to these manacles?" She mumbled something under his hand that he didn't understand, so he pulled his hand away. "They're on top of the armoire over there," she said, squirming out from underneath him. "Here, I'll go get them." He heard her walk away, and slowly made his way to his feet. "You might as well take the blindfold off," she called. "Very hard to dominate if you can't see what's happening."
Richard hesitated "You don't, mm. Want to see..."
"That's your own insecurity talking," she snapped. "I don't give a fuck what you look like."
"I'm missing. Mm, an eye!" he snapped back.
"You're missing most of the cheek and part of your mouth too, but you still took off the mask!"
"I wouldn't have if, mm, I'd known you would. Lick my face!" he said, teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached.
"If I promise to not lick your eye socket will you take the fucking thing off?"
Richard pulled the blindfold off and threw it to the ground angrily.
"There! Are you, mm. Happy now?" His voice cracked some as he yelled. She simply smiled at him and tossed him the keys. He caught them and quickly began unlocking his manacles, glancing from her to the lock repeatedly. He freed his left wrist, but had a little trouble with the right. He looked down to try and awkwardly get the small key into the lock. His attention was quickly drawn back to her when a quick familiar crack popped an inch from his nose.
"Never focus away from the person you're dominating if you're not in complete control of the situation," she told him, an irritating smirk on her face. She cracked the bull whip once more, this time near his knee, making him hop half a step to the side. He glared at her, although he was more angry at himself for being so stupid. She took a step closer to him and cracked the whip a third time, this time making it pop near his stomach. She continued to bring the whip around, quite often coming a hair's breadth from his skin. He realized she was herding him to the far end of the attic, which at some point she had turned a lamp on to softly illuminate. Richard braced himself. He couldn't see the whip, for as fast at it moved, so it was blind luck that he was able to grab it as it snapped near his face. It hurt like hell, a stinging line of fire where it caught his forearm, and when she tried to tug it free, it took some skin from his palm, but he kept his grip. He watched her as her eyes widened slightly behind her glasses, then he gripped the whip in both hands and pulled as hard as he could. The first pull brought her halfway to him. She tried to pull back, but Richard held firm, and when she was done tugging, he pulled again, wrapping his arms around her as soon as she was near enough, pinning her body against his.
"I told you. Mm, I was done being. Toyed with," he said, his hands digging roughly into her flesh. "Did you, mm. Think I was...kidding?" He quickly spun her around, pressing her back against his chest, one of his hands groping her breast viciously while his other hands trailed down her body, between her legs. She moaned and trembled against him, desire coursing through her veins. In great contrast to the force of his hands, he lightly brushed his lips across her neck, starting just below her ear and trailing down to where her neck curved into her shoulder. When he mouth reached the juncture, he abruptly bit her. The way her body began to writhe was erotic, her hips brushing against his, her head thrown back, baring her neck. He softly kissed his way back up, finding the spot where her pulse raced, bit there, and loved the way her gasp made him feel. "Yes! Bite me! Harder!" he pulled his mouth away, pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, felt the juices flow between her legs, where he had cupped his hand, pressing and kneading. "You're not the, mm, one in charge. Right now," he growled in her ear. "You need to. Keep your, mm, mouth shut. Unless I tell you. To speak. Mm, understand?" She looked at him from the corner of her eye, her long black eyelashes a striking contrast to her pale blue eyes. He didn't see anything that resembled submission in them. But none-the-less she lowered her eyes and said in a soft voice "Yes, master."
With those two simple words, Richard felt more in control than he had in his life. Always, there was someone over him, first his parents, then his commanders in the army, then Jimmy, now Nucky. But here, she was placing herself totally under his command. Well, maybe...he had no illusions towards the fact that she could easily wrest control of the situation from him just as easily as she had just done. But if he could say firm, not lose control, for once he could be the one in charge.
He raked his teeth along her ear. "Turn around, and. Mm get on...your knees." She turned, pressing her body against his as she sank to the floor. "Would Master like me to suck his cock? Or perhaps his balls?" she asked.
"Right now, I want you mm, to just kneel in front of me. And be quiet." He needed a few more moments to calm down. He also needed to figure out what to do with her. He took the one manacle he'd managed to loosen and locked it around her wrist. At least he wouldn't have to worry about her getting away from him. He took a few moments to glance around the room, trying to figure out what to do with her.
"If master likes, he could always finishing cuffing me and attach me to that hook hanging from the ceiling," Cat suggested quietly when she realized he was somewhat at a loss for what to do. Richard looked up and around, spotting the hook attached to a rope that was strung through a pulley and anchored to the wall. Lacking any other ideas, he did just that, pulling the rope tight enough that she was forced to stand high on her toes. He left the collar on the chain...he imagined it around her neck at some later point although when that might be or what else he would be doing at that moment was unknown. He walked around her, reveling in the sight of her, captive. He let his mind go where it would, coming up with some interesting scenarios, although most of them seemed implausible and one he was pretty sure was physically impossible, but there were a few that might work. He stopped in front of her and asked "How strong is,mm. That pulley?" he asked.
Cat looked up and studied it for a moment. "Well, I know it can support my weight. It's anchored to one of the bracers for the roof, so it's a sturdy beam." She looked back at him, eyes bright with curiosity and excitement. "Why does master ask?"
"I would hate, mm. For it to come crashing down. When I. Do this." He bent down, grabbed her ankles, and quickly pulled her feet out from underneath her. She gave a startled shriek as he stepped back and brought her legs up so her heels rested on his shoulders. Then he just stood for a moment while she squirmed, trying to grip the chain between the manacles to support herself, although each movement she made had the rope swaying, which was not helping her any. She finally got herself as situated as she could and then looked at him down her body, her eyes wide and her lips slightly parted. Richard then lifted her legs from his shoulders and stepped close to her, lying her thighs on his shoulders.
Cat wasn't entirely sure she liked this, but that was point of it, wasn't it? It didn't feel safe, relying only on him to keep her from crashing to the ground. But then again his face was mere inches from her groin, she could feel his warm breath gently teasing her, so it couldn't be all bad. All he had to do was move his head forward just a little. She trembled, not only with the strain of holding herself up like she was, but also with anticipation and desire. She looked deep into his eye, trying to figure out what color it was. One moment it seemed almost greenish, the next almost amber, yet sometimes it looked a warm, rich light brown. It was quite fascinating, to be honest. And it was such a striking contrast to the gaping hole where his other eye should have been. The gaping hole that she steadfastly refused to look, for fear that her curiosity would lead her to stare. She was vulgar, and she was a bitch, but she wasn't rude.
He just looked back at her calmly.
Which turned her on all the more.
She wiggled her hips slightly, a mistake because that set the rope swinging a bit again. Richard grabbed her hips, stabilizing her somewhat, making her think he would begin to have his way with her.
"How did you, mm. Get into ...this?" he asked.
She blinked at him. "What do you mean?"
"How did you. Mm, figure out you. Like this kind of..sex?"
"You have me hanging from the ceiling, my thighs are around your ears, you can do anything you want to me...ANY-THING," she emphasized, afraid that maybe that innate purity he had was getting the better of him. She hoped she hadn't gone too submissive too quickly. He needed to learn what control was, but...he seemed to react so well to goading.
"Mm, I know I can. Do anything," he said. "Right now. Mm, I want to. Talk. I'm very curious, how you, mm, found out this...appealed to you."
"One of the old bouncers smack me across the face when I was sixteen. It excited me."
"Why, mm. Did he smack you?"
"Probably because I told him his cock was small and that it needed to be hard so he could fuck me, and it wasn't. So he hit me a couple of times. But he wasn't the kind that got off on it, so he never did fuck me." She gave a small shrug, mindful that moving too much would set her swinging again. "What?" she asked in response to his look. "You asked. You certainly couldn't have expected a story about rainbows and kittens, given the topic."
"No. Mm, it's just...wrong. To smack a woman. In the face. No, mm. Matter what."
"Jesus," she muttered. "If that's how you feel you might as well just let me down now." Richard gave a shrug, put his hands under her thighs and lifted them from his shoulders, moved out from underneath her, and let her legs go, quickly stepping to the side to avoid the inevitable.
Cat didn't even have a chance to finish the 'oh shit' she'd started to utter before gravity took over. The sudden jolt to her shoulders was agony, her hands sliding quickly down the chain excruciating, and the swinging back and forth as she tried to get her feet under her didn't help either situation any. It took her a moment or two to stop herself, given how high Richard had run the rope, but when she finally did, she turned and glared at him, trying to lunge at him, which was futile since she was tethered to the ceiling and had little traction with her feet. "I'm going to kill you!" she screamed.
Richard stood back and cocked his head. "I thought you, mm. Said you could be. Mm, submissive?"
"Make me, you bastard," she snarled. She lunged at him again, and Richard couldn't help but smile at the pointless endeavor.
"I'm certainly, mm. Going to try." He walked a few steps away, grabbed the blindfold and walked back to her. He stepped behind her and carefully lifted her glasses off and slipped the blindfold over her eyes, carefully adjusting it so it covered her eyes completely yet still sat comfortably. "I'm going to, mm. Put your glasses. On top of the armoire," he told her. She nodded and shifted on her toes trying to ease the ache in her shoulders. This was shaping up to be quite exciting. She listened to him walk away, and shortly heard him poking around in what she referred to as her toy chest. She wondered what was going through his mind as he looked. Some of the things she knew he'd understand right off, but she also knew there would be a few items in there that would puzzle him, if not outright frighten him. She squirmed eagerly, hoping he'd pick something fun.
Richard looked at the neatly organized cupboard of toys and shook his head. Some of these things looked like... torture devices. That was all they could be. He glanced over at the her. There was something so...enticing...about having a woman bound and at his mercy. He knew the appeal was there only because she was willing. If she wasn't then this situation would be making him sick to his stomach. But she was willing, and she wanted him to give in to dark secret fantasies that he never dared think of. He ran his hand across a few of the items neatly arrayed in front of him. He heard her give a small, excited moan when his fingers made something made of chain lightly jingle. He grabbed it and examined the object, watching her dancing from toe to toe. Did she know what it was? Could she tell just by the sound of it? Was she hoping he'd use it? Or was she hoping he wouldn't? It looked more painful than pleasurable, in his opinion. But hadn't he just learned the joys of pleasurable pain? And didn't she seem to thrive on it? He grabbed the chain thing, and a paddle. He scooped up the cat o'nine tails that she had used on him, then took the toys back her when she stood, and dropped them all to the floor. He then walked behind her, skimming his hands up her hips, gripping them and pulling her back against him. She moaned when she felt his stiff member press against her. "Too much clothing," he murmured as his fingers danced down her thigh and began unfastening the garter straps that held up her stocking. When all four had been loosened he took a step back and began undoing the laces on the back of her corset. He worked quickly, wanting to expose her soft flesh, eager to begin toying with her the same way she had toyed with him. He finally peeled the corset off and brushed his fingers along the red marks the stays had left in her skin. "Is that thing, mm. At all. Comfortable?"
"Not really, but you must admit, I look good in it." Richard gripped her braid and gave a swift tug. "My apologies, master," she said "I sometimes forget myself, sir."
He pulled her head back further, baring her neck, bringing his teeth down and grazing them along her skin, lightly nipping here, quickly and viscously biting there, all the while running his free and over her body, but avoiding the areas she would most want him to touch.
He was starting to understand this game.
He eventually let her braid go and stepped back from her, picked up the paddle he had grabbed earlier, made sure he had a good grip on it, and brought it cracking across her ass. She gasped and jumped forward a bit, and barely had time to recover before Richard brought the paddle across her once more. She felt the sting, reveled in it as it spread a tingling heat throughout her body. He was forceful but not brutal, strong but not over-powering. He would spank her, then gently brush his hands over her reddened skin, the soft touch a drastic contrast on her inflamed nerves.
"Master is quite skilled at this," she panted after a rather hard smack of the paddle made her shriek with that particular pain-inspired pleasure she thrived on. Richard hadn't been sure if that had been a good shriek or a bad shriek, and had come very close to dropping the paddle and setting her free. But her statement goaded him to go further. He did drop the paddle, it clattered loudly to the floor and made her jump slightly. He stepped back to the rest of the things he had grabbed and picked up that chain that seemed to excite her so much. He ran it through his hands, watching her closely as she reacted to the sound. She tried to pull her shoulders back, impossible given her bound state, but she tried.
"You, mm, know what. I'm holding," he said, standing in front of her and jangling the chain.
"Oh, yes master," she breathed, straining her body towards him. "That's one of my favorites, and I would be ever so thankful if master would see fit to use it." Richard brushed the chain across her breast, listened to the low moan emerge from her throat, watched as her hips began to thrust. "Please, master? Please use it?" He let the chain fall to the floor, taking a small bit of sadistic delight at her disappointment. "Mm, no. Not yet," he told her before he grabbed one of her breasts roughly, squeezing it as he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked as hard as he could. He couldn't understand why her calling him master gave him such delight, or why hearing her beg and having the power to give or deny what she wanted made his pulse beat faster, or why knowing she was at his mercy made him feel so alive.
When he started using the cat o'nine tails on her back, Cat began to writhe and pant, each strike teasing every last nerve in her body. She'd been afraid he would be gentle, barely brush the straps across her skin. But he wasn't. He might have held back from using his full strength, but he flogged her good. She could hear him behind her, breathing heavily, occasionally emitting a low, almost evil chuckle when a particular smack made her cry out loudly. As he had done with the paddle, he would take a small break from flogging her to run his hands softly over her reddened flesh. The contrast between the sensations was so drastic that at one point a small sob broke from her throat.
"Are you, mm. Alright?" Richard asked, concerned in spite of everything. He hadn't been holding back, partially because he was afraid she would bitch if he gave anything less than his best effort, but also because he found himself high on the thrill. He was enjoying it, yes, immensely enjoying it. He didn't understand why, but it felt so right. But the thought of seriously hurting her appalled him.
She simply nodded, her head drooped forward, sides heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She gave a slight shiver as his finger brushed down her spine. There was no way she could explain to him what she was feeling or how it was affecting her.
She felt his tongue running along the line of her shoulder. It was dry, almost rough, and it felt wonderful. She wondered how he had managed to make it so dry, but it didn't take long for her to realize how. The hole in his cheek...he was probably dying of thirst, and she hadn't even thought to bring up a pitcher of water before hand. When she realized how miserable he must be, her head jerked back, inadvertently hitting him in the forehead. "Sorry!" she said hurriedly, trying to turn to face him, pointless as it was since she couldn't see him. "I just realized you've got to be incredibly thirsty... give me a minute and I can get you something to drink..."
"I'm fine, mm. But thank you." His mouth was dry, but it he had learned to live with it. He had a small flask in his jacket if it became too bad. Besides, he didn't trust her not to try and regain control.
He slowly walked around her, trailing his fingers along her waist. He brushed along a jagged scar below her ribs, obviously not from a whip. Knife, if he was any judge of things. That probably had an interesting story that he would never work up the nerve to ask.
He stood in front of her and traced the shape of her lips with his finger. "Such a, mm. Pretty mouth," he said. "And yet. Mm, such...vulgar things...come out of it." She parted her lips and took his finger into her mouth, working it suggestively for a moment. She pulled her mouth away and said "You should try putting something in it."
That was exactly what Richard had been planning. He slapped her breast as he walked away from her, going to where the rope was anchored and abruptly releasing it. She fell in a heap as the rope stopped supporting her weight. She gave a small cry as she hit the floor. She brought her shoulders down slowly, inhaling sharply when her stiffened muscles protested. Richard waited a moment for her to orient herself, then he strode back to her. He wrapped her braid around his hand, pulled her up to her knees, and without warning shoved into her mouth,holding her head still as he pumped against her face. He looked down, watching himself slide in and out of her mouth. She was making small moaning sounds, the vibration echoed in her mouth and across his hyper-sensitive nerves.
"I need...mm, to. Fuck..you," he panted, needing to pull out of her mouth but unable to stop thrusting. "Now. Mm,...need...to. Fuck..." He finally managed to pull himself away, pulling her to her feet and dragging her to the bed against the far wall of the attic. He threw her down onto the bed and climbed between her legs, his arms under her knees. He hitched her back towards him and pulled her hips upward as he thrust at her. It took him a couple of tries to get into her, but once he managed to line up he psuhed into her as hard as he could. He lost himself to it, rapidly pumping his hips against her, feeling every lash mark, scratch and bite she had inflicted. They began to throb as his pleasure built, thrumming along his body, making everything more intense. He lost himself to it, some primal urge driving him. There was no nicety to the act, no consideration, it was pure and simple fucking. The need to bury himself deep inside of her was all consuming.
Somewhere at the edge of his mind, he could hear Cat grunting in time with his thrusts, and telling him yes, like that...pound me... He pulled his left arm from under her leg and quickly covered her mouth. "I think I, mm. Told you...a while ago, mm. To shut up." He punctuated his words with hard, deep thrusts. Her gasps and squeals were muffled by his palm. "You don't, mm. Listen very well." He felt her hands snake onto his shoulders, her nails digging painfully into his skin. "I think, mm. I know...what..I'm...doing...mm, at...the..moment..."
He hissed through his teeth as she clawed at his back. "You." thrust "Mm, fucking." thrust "Bitch."
Richard felt the orgasm slam through him more intensely than he could have ever thought possible. He felt it in every nerve, especially those spots Cat had paid her particular kind of attention to. He now understood the meaning of the word 'spent'. He had no energy, no ability or ambition to move, and although he seemed to feel EVERYTHING, he also felt strangely numb. He didn't even want to begin contemplating the jumble of emotions he felt, at least not yet.
He lay over Cat for a long while, eye shut, panting, and he realized she was licking the palm of his hand, which he had completely forgotten he'd placed over her mouth the quiet her. It took another moment for him to be able to move. He looked at her as he removed his hand, sliding it up to pull off the blindfold. She blinked a couple of times as her eyes adjusted to the light, then she squinted up at Richard.
"You alright?" she asked. Richard gave it some thought. He hurt, but he didn't. He didn't know if he was actually numb or not. And he couldn't decide if he loved the woman laying beneath him or hated her with every fiber of his being.
"Mm, yes,"he answered. It wasn't necessarily untrue. He slowly moved off of her, and managed to stand, although he had to brace himself on a bedpost at first to make sure his legs would support him. When he was sure he could walk, he grabbed his flask from his jacket, and her glasses and the keys.
He took small sips, his back turned to her so she wouldn't see how awkward even the smallest things were for him as she unlocked herself, then offered her the flask. She took it and sipped as he began dressing himself. "You're going to hurt in the morning," she said, looking at his back. It was red from lashing, and there were a couple bloody scratches. "wait, before you put on your shirt," she told him, walking to the armoire and pulling out one of the drawers. She pulled out a bottle of alcohol and some cotton. "Let me clean those scratches." Richard tried to look over his shoulder but couldn't see that far.
"Is that why, mm. They call you 'Cat'? Because...of your claws?"
She gave a small laugh, the first one Richard recalled hearing from her. "No. As long as this house had been her, the madam has always been 'Cat'. Sorry," she said when Richard hissed as she dabbed. "Did you like it?"
"Yes."
"But you feel guilty." Richard said nothing. "Well, if it's worth anything, you're pretty good at it. A little reserved sometimes, and too nice, too trusting. Maybe if I had goaded you a bit more, been less submissive..."
Richard didn't think she actually knew the meaning of the word.
"...but that's something to keep in mind for the next time."
"Who said. Anything about..mm, a next time?"
"Oh, you'll be back," she said as she wiped down the last scratch. Richard saw that irritating, knowing smirk on her face. She was right. He would be back. He was just going to see how long he could wait.