Chapter 13

Kevin spoke to Meghan as she turned the dishwasher on. “Girl, Are you busy?”

“No Master, Mom’s taking a nap. They got back from the hospital early this morning. In two hours or so, when she gets up, we’re going shopping with Carly to start picking out furniture.”

“Why? The house won’t be completed for another six weeks or so.”

Meghan nodded and said: “I know, Sir. That almost gives us enough time to have it built and delivered.”

Kevin frowned when he said: “We’re getting custom furniture?”

Meghan flashed him her best smile and said: “Yes, Sir. Only the best for master.”

He folded his arms. “Uh, huh. I’m starting to wonder who that is. Anyway, There’s no work on our house today. You are coming with me, girl.”

A few minutes later, they were standing inside Kevin’s office. He turned to her and said: “Stand still.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He unbuttoned her shirt and lowered it off of her and followed it with her bra. Stepping behind her, he kissed her neck and hugged her to him then said. “I love you. Not only as my wife but as my most magnificent possession.”

His hands drifted up to cup and caress her olive skinned breasts. She squeaked when he pinched her nipples hard. “Ed was a fool to mistreat a Girl who would have served him for the rest of her life. He should have fought to keep you.”

Kevin stroked her sides then unsnapped her jeans. “My friend, my love, my wife, my Kajira.” Sliding his hand under her panties, he rubbed her clit with the barest of touches. “Are you prepared to serve me girl and forget about all your other roles and rest in your master’s service for awhile?”

Meghan placed her head back on his shoulder, her eyes closed. “Yes, Master.”

“You are so beautiful. I loved watching you clean your kitchen. My Meghan. Now and forever. You smell good.” He nipped her shoulder. He pulled a black silk cloth from his pocket and placed it over her eyes.

“Master?” she said with a tinge of fear in her voice.

He tied it on her as he whispered: “Shhh ... it’s ok.” After a moment, she relaxed against him. “Good girl.”

Kevin reached into a box and pulled out a leather cuff and put it on her upper left arm.

Meghan stiffened as she felt the cuff tighten. “Master. I want to stop!”

Kevin didn’t answer as he placed the second cuff on her arm then hugged her to him and whispered. “Girl, have I ever hurt you?”

“No, Master.”

“Then trust me.” He ran paracord through the rings of the cuffs and tightened it pulling her arms back.

Meghan struggled and tried to pull away. “Master, I want to stop now!”

Kevin snatched her by the shoulders and spoke in a stern voice. “Girl, You already know that I won’t hurt you. The question is will you obey me or will you take a punishment and then obey me.”

Meghan twisted her shoulders from his hands and pulled away. “Kevin, let me go! I’m not playing with your ass!”

“Punishment it is.” Kevin clutched her neck and hauled her to his desk where he forced her face down.

“What are you doing? I said let me go!” She snarled. She whimpered at the sound of leather sliding across jeans. Meghan shook as Kevin pulled down her jeans and panties. “Master, please don’t.” She whined. Meghan screamed as Kevin laid a brutal stroke across her ass. “Mast...” She screamed as a more severe stroke went across her upper thighs. She broke down as the third stroke cracked against her ass.

Kevin stopped and then caressed the side of her face for a few moments as she cried. When she had calmed a bit he asked: “Are you ready to obey now?”

“Y ... yes, Mas ... ter.”

Kevin helped stand then pulled up her panties and jeans. He embraced her and said: “It’s all over. You’re safe. Let’s go back over to where we were and finish getting you ready.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He led her back and then put a leather belt around her waist. He placed leather cuffs on her wrists and used carabiners to fasten the cuffs to the belt. Kevin moved around and kissed her. He trailed his lips and tongue across her bare flesh pausing at each of her special spots.

Meghan mewled and said: “Master, I’m beginning to like this.”

He smiled and said: “I thought you might, Girl.” He grabbed her arm and said: Now, I’m going to lead you to something. I want you to take slow sliding steps, so you don’t crack your shins.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Kevin guided her to a low table in front of his desk and helped her kneel on it. “There you go.” Kevin leaned against the desk and fished his cock out and started beating it in a gentle practiced rhythm. “Keep your back straight.” A few moments later he said: “Oh God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see your titties like this. I started beating off to you the first night we met.” He grinned and said:”It was the about the third night when this came to me. It made me so hard I almost screamed when I came.”

He gasped and paused a moment. “Whew, I better slow down if I want this to last very long at all.” Kevin snatched a deep breath and then kissed her and whispered. “Sh ... don’t speak.” He traced the contours of her face as he spoke again. “I never dreamed I’d ever see anyone as pretty as you.” Kissing her again, he sat back and resumed beating his cock.

It wasn’t long before his legs started to shake. “This is too good! Tilt your head back.” He gasped between clenched teeth. His hips thrust forward as her chin rose. He kept jacking his dick and groaning as thick ropes of cum burst from his cock and marinated her tits.

Kevin fell back onto the desk as he tried to get his breath. When he had calmed down, he sat up and took his shirt off and wiped himself with it. He dropped it to the desk and fixed his pants. “I’m going to lift you up. I want you to straddle the table and sit back down, Nod, if you understand.”

Meghan nodded.

Kevin pulled a ring out of his pocket and put it on. He helped her straddle the table and then settled on the table behind her. He loosened the arm restraints a bit then pulled her back against him. “No words allowed. Only moans if you want to.”

With the thumb of his left hand, he pulled her panties out. His right hand hit a button on the ring. Kevin slipped his hand into her panties and his fingers found her clit.

Meghan moaned.

He whispered into her ear. “You can squirm if you want to, but no talking.” He pulled to the side and kissed her. Their tongues dueled as she moaned into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, he slowed his ministrations to her clit. She grunted as she tried to press her mound tighter against his fingers. His fingers moved away as he kept her unfulfilled. Kevin used the same pressure teasing her, bringing her ever closer and never letting her finish. She groaned in frustration and settled back as he began kissing and nibbling her neck.

“Nod your head if you can hear me.” Kevin said.

Meghan nodded.

“Good Girl, I’m going to ask you a question and you can nod your head for a yes and shake it for no. Understand?”

She nodded again.

“Do you want to come?”

Meghan nodded frantically.

“Ok, While you’re coming I’m going to tell you a secret. Ready?” He wiggled his fingers on her clit in the sharp, brisk side to side movements she loved.

“OH my...”

As she tensed, Kevin whispered in her ear. “I love you more than Greasy Taters.”

“FUCKING GAWD!”

Kevin enclosed her in his arm as she convulsed. He struggled to prevent her from falling. He let her ride every wave until she fell in exhaustion against him.

As her heavy breathing slowed, he slipped the mask off of her. “You can talk now.”

She scrunched around until she was laying in his arms. “Did you tell me that?”

Kevin caressed the side of her face and said: “Yes, I did.”

“I love you, too. This meant a lot to me. You treated me as the Girl I am and wasn’t afraid of disciplining me or making me upset. The last time I got tied up I got the hell beat out of me. I didn’t want to do this. You promised me you wouldn’t hurt me and put me in my place when I balked. Thank you for being a strong master.”

Kevin smiled down at her. “I remembered how your eyes lit up when you talked about how kind John was. And that he wasn’t afraid to discipline you, if you needed it. I want you to be happy. Can I ask a question?”

“Yes, Master.”

“If John was so strong how did you keep getting into trouble?”

Meghan got serious. “He was harsh when he disciplined me the first few times and then he realized I wasn’t bratting.”

Kevin raised a questioning eyebrow.

“That’s when a slave does something bad to get their master’s attention.” Meghan continued, “I’ve been guilty of that myself a time or twelve. He knew it was a deeper issue. He put me in A. A. It helped, but I couldn’t ever admit to what caused it.”

Meghan sniffled. She looked sad and said: “We went to counseling together, but I didn’t want Lithium and a sweater that hugged me all day. He worked his ass off trying to help me and couldn’t get it done. It wasn’t his fault. It was mine. Until I could come to terms with my gift, there was no help for me. None of us knew where to look.”

Her voice became a soft whisper as she spoke: “My husband died because we didn’t know where to look. Instead of getting healthy I became a whore. The only reason the three of us didn’t die is that John never gave up on me. I thank Freyja for honoring him.”

Meghan considered Kevin with tears streaming down her face. In a cracked voice she said: “If I had never become a junkie couldn’t we of had a different fate?”

Kevin hugged her deeper into himself and said: “Honey, I don’t know. I’m pretty sure dad doesn’t know. We could ask mom. She might know. What I do know is I’m sorry you’ve had so much pain in your life. I love you, and I’m going to do my best for you and help you do your best for us and for John. I don’t know how all this shit works. I do know I met him when we visited his grave.”

He wiped the tears from her face. “We can’t do anything about before.” He said, “But we can take his grand-baby to meet him and visit him on his birthday. We can keep him active in our family. That’s the best I can do. He can’t have bedroom privileges that’s where I draw the line.”

She leaned and kissed his jaw then said: “Thank you for being my husband.” Her eyes became saucy and with a small grin she asked: “Did you really start jacking off to me the first night we met?”

“Have you ever looked in a mirror? Yes, I did.”

Kevin glanced at the crowd filling the pews and shook a little.

Tom Langston whispered to him. “Bend your knees before you pass out.”

“Why is this so scary?” Kevin whispered back.

Tom shrugged then said: “I’m not sure. Her pappaw isn’t here with a shotgun. It’d stick out if it was because we paint ‘em white for the service. Have to be dignified when you’re in a church. Don’t ya know?”

Kevin grinned then said: “Ya don’t say?”

Tom nodded and spoke. “Yep, Janice’s daddy didn’t have a shotgun. He did have one of those long barreled .44 Magnum pistols. I’ll be damned.” He shot a glance at Reverend Baker. “Oops, durned if he didn’t paint it bright white and walked the aisle with Janice on his arm and that gun in his other hand.”

“You’re lying.” Kevin said.

“I’m not. You can ask Janice at the reception. It took me years to live that down.” He looked behind him then nodded and said:”Uht oh, one of the ushers in the back gave the high sign. Don’t pass out on me, boy. Your butt is too big for me to catch.”

As the strains of the Wedding March began someone shouted: “OH MY GAWD.” Reverend Baker started laughing.

Kevin turned toward the congregation then froze. “Please tell me Carly’s mom isn’t carrying a white shotgun. I see it but don’t believe it.”

Tom laughed and said: “You better. Because she is.”

When Carly and Meghan stopped in the front of the sanctuary Reverend Baker spoke. “Ma’am, before we get started is that loaded with shot or slug?”

Meghan smiled at him and replied: “Pastor, I was raised right. It’s slug. I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone else.” The congregation roared.

Reverend Baker nodded and said: “Thank you, my stress has been alleviated.” He looked at Kevin and said: “If I were you, young man, I would be concerned.”

Kevin shrugged and shook his head then said: “No Sir, I’ve seen her shoot. If she’s aiming at me, I’m the safest person in the room.” The congregation laughed harder. Tammy Rialdo fell out of her pew with tears streaming and gasping for air as she laughed.

Reverend Baker said: “I see.” He waited until everyone was calm and reseated. “Let’s start the ceremony, and we’ll all take our chances. Who gives this young woman to be married?”