I got all the way up to our room before I realized that Langely had the key, and I wasn't going ask him for it. Sorely tempted to spend a few minutes wearing out the paint work on the bottom panel of the door by kicking it, I barely managed to restrain myself. Instead, I worked on the top panel, by smacking my forehead against it briskly, several times.
I was just about to do it again when large hands gripped my shoulders and I was dragged back against a very solid body. I knew it was Kurt when his long black hair tickled the side of my face. "Let go, Kurt."
"And let you brain yourself? I don't think so. What are you doing?"
I gritted my teeth and said quietly, "It was either that, or have a stroke." He put his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder, just holding me. I felt some of the adrenaline seep away. My head wasn't buzzing any more. Now it just hurt. "Langely has the fucking key."
"Mm. You don't need to be out here in this state. Come with me."
He led me down the hall, and into what I assumed was his room. He pointed at his bed, saying, "Sit."
"Yes, master."
His voice was sharp. "Don't do that, Emmie. Don't use that title like an insult. It's disrespectful to me as a Dom, and especially to me as a friend."
I sighed. "You know I didn't mean anything by it."
He nodded. "Yes, I do. Because you are my friend. But haven't you just had a demonstration of how hurtful thoughtless words can be?"
"Yes. I'm sorry."
He grunted, and went into the bathroom. A little later he came out carrying a glass of water and a small pill. "Take that."
I took both, and examined the pill. "Kurt, I don't see 'Bayer' on this."
"Perhaps because it is a Valium. Go on. I know you disapprove of drugs, but in this case, you need something to calm your nerves. Don't worry, it's not all that strong." I bounced the pill in my palm, eyeing it. Kurt leaned over me. In a no-nonsense Dom voice, he said, "Emmie. Now." I swallowed the pill, washing it down, and he nodded, sitting next to me.
"Well... I must say that was the most eventful Truth or Dare we've had yet." I snarled, and let myself fall backward to lie across the bed. "Try not to be so upset, Emmie. Believe me, no one down there will think any less of you for your inexperience." He thought. "Well, perhaps Addie, and she's a bitch, anyway."
"That's not the point, Kurt. I'm not... ashamed."
His eyebrows lifted. "No? You're acting like it."
"It's... How could he DO that?"
"Did you tell him specifically nor to discuss it?"
"Well...no. But, I mean, I shouldn't have had to, should I? It's not something that you just casually drop at a cocktail party. Oh, by the way, my girlfriend is still a virgin."
"Perhaps not at a REGULAR cocktail party." Kurt's voice was faintly amused, irritating me even more. "But you were aware that this is a sexual retreat?"
I snickered weakly. "I kind of got the impression when I saw Boy."
"That's better. This isn't so tragic. You just didn't discuss rules well enough. You can't expect him to just know, Emmie. I mean, in a good Domme/sub relationship, you can come close to ESP, but still..."
"He knew. He knew I'd be upset. I think it just surprised him HOW upset."
"You do know why he did it, don't you?"
"Sheer meanness. The man delights in pissing me off. Always has."
Kurt shook his head. "He was punishing you for the way you treated him at supper."
I sat up again. "WHAT?! What did I do wrong? I fed him, I made sure he had something to drink. I even petted him."
"And you paid attention to William, more or less championed him. Thomas felt that care was rightfully his. It isn't only Dominants who can be possessive, Emmie."
"Well, he can just get that little notion out of his head right now! I don't belong to him, or anyone."
Kurt was studying me. "Is it so bad, the idea of belonging to someone, Emmie? What about OWNING someone?"
I frowned. "Two totally different concepts, Kurt."
"Not necessarily." Kurt reclined on his elbow. "Not in the best relationships. In the best one's, it always works both ways."
I shook my head. "You're a romantic in leather, Kurt." I pushed at him, and started to crawl on top of him.
"Emmie." He got his hands between us, and held me off easily. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Kurt, how many options ARE there when a woman climbs on top of you?"
"You'd be surprised."
"I'm clumsily trying to seduce you, big stud. You get to pick my cherry, you lucky man, you. Take your pants off."
He groaned, dropping his head back. "You know, up until a few minutes ago, I would have been delighted to hear you say that."
"Kurt," I said ominously. "Tell me you aren't about to shoot me down."
"No, I'm not. But I'm not going to take your virginity, either."
"What?!" He dumped me over onto my back, and rolled on top of me. "Well, you're acting like you are."
"No, I'm acting like I'm going to have sex with you, and I am. But I'm not going to fuck you, Emmie."
"I don't understand this. Why not?"
"Because, as much as I love you, I am not going to be your revenge fuck."
I was silent, then said, "That's a nasty term, Kurt."
"But accurate. You're hurting, and I want to help you. But I'm not going to help you lash back at Thomas. He acted like a prick, yes, but the man has his reasons."
"He's sure as hell keeping them a secret from me."
"No he isn't, Emmie. They're right there, if you'll just look and listen. Anyway, I'm through being your Dutch uncle for the time being. Now I'm going to be your German stud."
He kissed me. Have I mentioned what a good kisser Kurt is? He sort of pushed my lips open with his, and slid his tongue into my mouth. Once there he started mapping every crany, learning me by taste and texture.
I just lay there, with his big, solid body pressing me into the soft mattress, and him steadily licking into my mouth, letting the sensations start to wash over me. He SAID he wasn't going to screw me. Wellll... Sometimes things happened in the heat of the moment, didn't they?
After a couple of busy minutes, I started joining in, sucking on his tongue. His hair spread around out heads, curtaining us off from the rest of the world. I started making noises in the back of my throat to let him know how much I was appreciating what he was doing.
Also along those lines, I slipped my hands up between us and found his nipples. They were already beginning to stiffen, and I stroked and pinched softly, remembering that he liked extra attention here. He gave a mumbling moan that I took for thanks.
He moved away from my mouth and began worrying a patch of skin on the side of my throat, alternating sucking and biting with soothing licks. If this was how vampires operated, I could well understand why Mina chose Dracula over that wimp, Jonathan.
He got on his hands and knees over me and said, "Before we move forward on this, we'd better set the rules."
"Fuck, Kurt, what good is planned spontaneity?"
"Emmie, my relationship with you is very important to me. I'm not going to have it spoiled by getting a drop or two too many hormones in my system, or yours. First, most important rule, you don't try to make me have full intercourse with you."
I let my hands drop limply back over my head in a classic submissive gesture, and batted my eyelashes at him. My voice was innocent, but my eyes weren't. "But Kurt, how could I possibly force you to do anything? You're so much stronger than me."
His eyes sparkled. "Wench," he growled. "You honestly don't realize how dangerous teasing can be, if you're not with someone safe. But you're not going to provoke me into going past the limit this time, Emily."
He pushed the hem of my shirt up, stroking my belly, making me shiver. "I think things will be all right if we leave your panties on. One little barrier, hm?" He leaned over and lightly bit my chin. "I can still do a lot for both of us, that way. Now, promise me that or I stop right here and let you stew in your own juices." I felt his hand, through my skirt, pressing against my crotch. "And I'd hate to do that. I imagine they are very nice juices."
I squirmed at his touch, but said breathily, "Okay, you prude."
He laughed, and proceeded to strip me with amazing speed and efficiency. When he had me down to my panties, I instinctively curled in on myself. During our few bouts of sex play, I'd always remained mostly clothed, even when we made the video. Langely was the only man who'd ever seen me totally naked, and it had only been that one time.
But Kurt pushed my legs down, and pinned my arms once again over my head. "Don't hide yourself, Emmie. The human body is so beautiful."
"Look, Kurt, I know what I..."
"I don't want to hear anything about your weight, Emmie. I happen to like women with a bit of meat on their bones. It's one thing Thomas and I have in common. Leave your hands there."
"No please?"
"Not this time, Emmie."
I left my hands where they were. He kicked off his shoes, then unzipped his pants and skinned them down. I think I've mentioned before how... impressive Kurt is? Well, he hadn't changed.
He sort of loomed over me. "Do you trust me, Emily?" His use of my formal name instead of my nickname brought home to me the fact that this was serious. I nodded. He stroked my belly, and my flesh shivered at the light touch. "I know you trust me as a friend. Do you trust me as a Dom?"
"Yes." I did. I'd heard a lot about the B and D world since Kurt had moved in. I knew that he was both admired and respected in his milieu.
"I'm going to tell you something you may not want to hear, but it's for your own good. I may have been wrong about your being a pure Domme. I think you may be a switch."
I frowned. "Kurt, did you just insult me?"
"Emily! Would I do that? You're thinking about Addie and her attitude. There's absolutely nothing wrong with switches. Don't you like Kira and Hanson?"
"Sure, they're cool."
"Well, then. Personally, I haven't yet found someone top enough to make me want to bottom, but it may happen." He smiled, hands creeping up my rib cage to cup my breast. "You know me, nothing if not flexible."
His thumbs pressed my nipples, which began to get stiff very rapidly. "I want you to agree to let me top you tonight, show you a little about the submissive side. I think you'll like it, and it may help you understand Langely's mind set a little."
"What exactly would this involve, Kurt? And I'd just like to point out that it's hardly fair to expect me to think logically while you're doing that."
He grinned wickedly. "A good Dom uses whatever advantage he has. All it would mean would be that you give yourself up to whatever I want to do. It's not going to be anything extreme, Emily. I've already said, I won't take your cherry. Either of them."
"Either...?" I blushed. "Oh."
"It just meant that you give me the control. You don't question, you don't demand, you don't suggest. You just experience whatever I give you. It's what Thomas does. At least once, you should feel what he feels."
"Well, since I don't have a cock... Ouch! That was a bit sharp, Kurt." The pinch to the nipple had been a tiny bit painful.
"It was meant to be. You aren't allowed to be impertinent."
"Oh, it's started, has it?"
Another pinch, and I felt a tiny hot flash down to my groin at the look in his eyes. "Yes, it's started. You know the safe word?"
"Yes."
"Use it if you must, but please, Emmie. Try to go through with this. It will be good for you." He smiled slowly. "And I will enjoy it, so very much."
