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Sins of the father

Chapter 19

Master Sessions

Christian's POV

Slipping into DOM mode, I head to my room to begin a much-needed session with my latest plaything, Miss Johnson.

I text her the all clear and wait for her to come up from the downstairs apartment. Just the thought of her alone in an apartment with a newly formed playroom that is yet to be christened gets me going.

She knows better than to keep me waiting, but every second seems like an eternity as I shower and slip on my jeans in preparation for her.

I exit my closet to find her standing in the door way. My Dom is aroused and the way her body responds to him lets me know she's aware of it.

"Welcome home, Master," she says, leaning seductively against the doorframe.

Her champagne gold floor-length gown clings to her. The fabric is translucent and leaves very little to the imagination. Long soft brown hair is down around her in loose waves, just shy of sweeping that plump, perfect- for- spanking ass I plan on turning bright hot pink in just a few moments.

I raise an eyebrow at her greeting before diverting my attention to her chest.

Instantly, she slides the straps of the gown off her shoulders allowing it to gather at her waist. It gives me a very tempting view of her tits, bare and on full display.

My inner DOM growls hungrily at the sight of them.

I crook my index finger, commanding her forward. Like a good little Kitten, she obeys.

With head bowed, she saunters near, only stopping when she's close enough for me to reach out and touch her. I'm very aware my touch is what she's begging for and as much as I want to feel her skin in my hands, I refrain.

Touching her isn't why she's here tonight.

The soft floral scent of her perfume fills the air between us, making it almost impossible for me to breath anything but her.

Curling my hand around her chin, I left her head. Her hazel eyes look up at me in question, eager to do my biding.

"You know how I hate being called Master," I scold her, my voice is low and even.

"Yes, Sir," she answers me out of turn, a smile playing on her lips.

She knows exactly what she's doing and she knows I am enjoying it. Her favored skill is how she reads my Dom so well.

"Go and get it," I tell her of her favorite toy. Its kept on a hook in my closet for just these types of occasions. I watch as she disappears into the adjoin walk-in.

I take a moment to secure the bedroom door before she appears again. This time holding the deep red braided-leather belt I use to punish her with.

"Why are you being punished," I demand to know, taking the offer belt from her hands.

"Because I like you being my Master, Sir," she answers me. I have to refrain from reacting to her words. Even though her answer is correct, the way she phrased it makes me sound like an ass for punishing her for it.

"Take your place at the bed," I bark at her and she quickly obeys. "Safewords?"

"Sugar and spice."

"Good girl," I tell her, taking a moment to braid her hair. This moment is why she worried so much about getting her appointment at Escala.

"Your hair is divine," I reward her for her efforts.

I tug on the thick braid propelling her head back to kiss her cheek.

She stands with her back to me, the palms of both hands now flat on the bed. I slide the gown that is still gathered at her waist down her long legs and wait until she steps out of it, one bare foot at a time.

Without any preparation, I lift the belt and bring it down hard on her ass. She cries out in painful surprise, jerking forward from the sting of the belt.

"Quiet," I demand of her. The displeasure in my voice has her quickly shutting up.

I spank her again, feeling the weight of the belt in my hand as it reverberates off her precisely the way I will it to. The cool of the buckle now warm in my hands.

The braid of the leather leaves intricate designs on the bright pink skin of her ass and the built-up tension in me starts to ease at the site of it.

I give her ten more hits, making the fact that her DOM is indeed home all the clearer before dropping the belt at her feet.

Her legs are trembling and her breathing is erratic. It is taking considerable effort for her to remain quiet. It has never been a requirement for her before tonight.

"I need to gag you after I'm done fucking that mouth of yours," I tell her going over to my drawer and retrieving the ball gag along with the butt plug that often accompanies it. "On your knees."

She quickly turns around and drops down before me.

Her mouth is already open before my dick is out of my pants. She greedily consumes him. She only stays just beyond the tip since her gag reflex is shit. Its nothing like Ana's.

I slip off my game when flashes of Ana's mouth around me while laid out on her favorite chair in the library come full force in my mind. It brings me to the brink of orgasm.

Fuck, don't even take it there right now, Grey. Let that shit go.

I'm dragged back to the present with the feel of a tongue flicking the flesh underneath my dick.

"Look at me," I demand. Her eyes shoot up into mine as she takes me back in, sucking so hard that my dick is finally responding to her efforts. I pull out, grab the base of my dick and shot my cum in her open mouth.

"Clean me up," I tell her of the cum that dripped on my balls and watch as she bends to lick them clean.

Lifting her off her knees, she sits on the edge of the bed as I tie the gag around her head. I bind her wrists with the belt before tossing her back on the bed.

"Hands above your head," I demand and she quickly raises them. "Tap the headboard if you need me to stop."

Unable to speak, she nods her head.

Her eyes drift close as my tongue explores her sex, circling her clit, tasting the sweetness of her cream that's already begun to seep from her potential orgasm.

I bring her to the brink only to cease my manipulations.

I smirk as her hips mewl beneath me in silent protest. Pressing my hand on her chest, I calm her.

Her breath hitches as my tongue finds her again, sucking the bud of her clit that's hard with need of release.

Over and over I bring her to her brink of orgasm only to deny her.

Her body is wet with sweat. She is frenzied and desperate to cum. Tears are streaming down the sides of her face. Her hands are at the headboard wanting to tap out, but she dares not, knowing she'll miss the sweet release that I will eventually allow her if she hangs on.

I leave her on the bed just long enough to stand and take off my jeans. The heels of her feet are grounding the bed and her legs are wide open, giving me a great view of her freshly shaven dripping wet pussy.

I flip her over, dragging her up on her knees, smacking her ass as I slide the butt plug in.

The ball gag can't even stifle her moans as I grab hold of her long pony tail, twist it around my hand and fuck her hard, slamming my dick deep into her pussy.

"Cum," I demand.

Her body convulses as her long denied orgasm hits her. Her ass clamps tight around the butt plug and her pussy grabs hold of my dick. She cries and bucks into me as I continue to fuck her, only pulling out and cuming on her ass when I am sure she is sated.

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"Now THAT was a welcome home," she laughs, lying on her stomach as I rub the arnica cream on her ass.

"Yes, it was. Just what I needed."

We are both freshly showered and her hair is still slightly damp as she hates the blow dryer.

She sits up so that I can check her wrists. Seeing no marks there, I bend to kiss the inside of each one.

"Are you happy to be back?"

"I am now," I tell her. " But no more of this Master bullshit."

"And miss out on my punishment," she asks, feigning upset. "I make no promises, Sir."

I shake my head as she lays back on the bed with a sigh.

"I better get up," she groans. "Before I get too comfortable and you have to carry me back downstairs."

"I'll try to make better arrangements," I tell her, giving her room to leave the bed.

"We're both busy," she says, grabbing a shirt and sweats she keeps in a corner drawer. "You even more so now, since you have little Christian. Does he like it here alright? Gail's really spruced up the place."

"He does," I tell her. "At least I think he does."

"I can't believe that you are a father," she laughs. "You're the same man who was so impressed at the fact that I had my tubes tied when we first met."

"No one is more aware of the irony in this then I am," I tell her.

"I'm sure you'll make it all work, Christian."

"In the meantime, gets some rest. You're going to need it. I didn't get my fill of you with that little quickie. I'm in need of a longer session and I want you available and ready when the time comes."

"Mark me as your beck and call girl, Sir."

"Oh, I plan on marking you," I tell her, leading her out the door.

"I feel like a teenager sneaking around," she whispers in amusement as we quietly make our way to the elevator.

"Let me know you've made it down safely," I tell her, kissing her good bye.

I check in on Christian. I find him still fast asleep in his cubby under the bed, so I go back down to sit at my piano.

Tomorrow, I'll call the family over so they can meet him.

My fingers glide over the keys as I mentally try to prepare myself for all the question that are surely going to come my way. I don't know how long I'd been lost in thought until I look up to see my son standing at the edge of the piano, Teddy bear in arms. Only then do I realize, I forgot to reset his door alarm.

"Did my playing wake you up," I ask him.

He shakes his head no.

"Had to go bathroom," he says, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "I'm hungry."

"Hungry," I say, getting up and walking with him to the kitchen. "Me too, now that you've mentioned it. Why don't we see what's good?"

I wait for him to climb up on the barstool then turn around and sit down on it before I round it to the kitchen. He places his teddy bear on the counter next to him, watching me move about the kitchen, checking cupboards and opening up the refrigerator.

I spot Gail when she sticks her head in to see if I need help. I shake my head, letting her know I've got it under control before she ducks back to where she came from. I swear the woman can sense whenever someone is in her kitchen from a mile away.

"How about cereal?"

What kid doesn't like cereal? Elliot and I lived off the stuff when we were kids. Funny how I haven't had a single bowl of it since then.

He nods his head with a smile.

I pour us two bowls of honey nut cheerios. Their appearance is bland. Its not at all like the colorful shit Elliot and I used to eat with all the funny shapes.

I pour in the milk and we both give them a try.

"Tastes well enough," I say to him and he nods his head, opening wide and shoveling a big spoonful in his mouth.

I silently laugh at him as he dribbles milk down his chin before he gets the spoon in and crunches as he chews.

We eat in compatible silence, only stopping when he tries to figure out the word scrabble game on the box. Damn if he doesn't get them all right.

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"You think Ana will come see me tomorrow," he asks, as I put him back to bed.

"She might, but I wouldn't bet too much on it. She has to check in with work and I think maybe she's going to visit her friend she has here in Seattle."

"The one getting married," he asks.

"That's right."

"Ana's gonna be her MOH?"

"How do you know all that," I smirk at him.

"She said so on the phone. I was trying to take her pancakes," he says making me laugh.

"Her best friend Kate is marrying my brother and your uncle Elliot. Ana is going to be her Maid of Honor and I am going to be Elliot's Best Man. You'll meet Kate very soon, but you might meet your uncle tomorrow."

"You think he's gonna like me?"

"He already loves you."

"But how? He never saw me."

"Sure, he has," I tell him, giving him his teddy bear. "He practically grew up with you."

Its now the I realize I need to call my bonehead loud mouthed brother before he unintentionally fucks up.

He frowns in confusion at my words.

"Love is hard to explain," I confess to him.

"That's what mommy said."

"She did? When?"

"One time. She talked about you all the time. I ax her if daddy loves us and she said it was hard to explain."

"She was right. It is hard to explain, but I hope when you meet the rest of your family, you'll understand it better, okay?"

"Kay."

"Come and find me if you wake up again, just like you did before when you were hungry, okay?"

"Kay."

I sit with him until he falls asleep before setting the alarm on the door. I go to my office to call Elliot.

"I need you to come over," I tell him when he answers the phone half asleep.

"Bro, its two in the goddamn morning. I don't hear from you for days at a time and now you call me this damn early. If this is another one of your drunken Ana rants you can forget that shit-"

"It's not a fucking rant and I'm not drunk. I need to tell you something serious. Now bring your ass over here before I send Taylor over there to get you."

He gives a long sigh.

"Beer and pizza better be at my disposal when I get over there or my ass is turning right back around."

"Done."

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