Kate Educates Jacob #58
Fun In The Dungeon
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Kate’s Point Of View
“Oh fuck, Jacob, that feels so good.”
“I thought you’d enjoy having your pussy licked in peace.”
“We need to move some of our dungeon equipment to A Walk In The Clouds, sweetheart.”
“The helicopter takes off in two hours, Kate. Shall we bundle this bench in there? I can disassemble it in no time.”
“I can’t see our fuck bench fitting inside the hold without others noticing it.”
We’d made a flying visit for a few hours to Granger Hall, checking the progress of our new GD annex offices while Mom spoke to the house staff about her protracted absence. Tiffany and Isabelle checked in with the site architect while Jacob and I aired our apartment.
Once inside my dungeon, that was it. We both felt horny and got right down to it. Jacob invited me to undress and squat on all fours using my fuck bench as a pussy licking platform he could sit behind. He didn’t dare strap me in, but it felt comfortable, and I could open up my pussy like a flower for his delectation.
“This is the best position to lick your pussy from, Kate.”
“I’m vulnerable and accessible.”
“I’m keen we do this more often please.”
“Cunnilingus?”
“Yeah. I don’t ask sometimes because you seem preoccupied or tired.”
“Jacob, any time you want to go down on me, unless it’s in front of others, please just say. It makes us both happy.”
I loved having my pussy licked, and Jacob, by far, had the best tongue that had ever entertained my slit. He desperately wanted to lick my pussy more frequently, and I did too, enjoying his perceived submission, especially highlighted when he rimmed my anal whorl right after a thrashing as he did now.
“How does your ass feel right now, Jacob?”
“Burning but nice. I feel relaxed and desperate to please you.”
“We have to fix the problem of your maintenance spankings at A Walk In The Clouds, honey. If you want it harder, please say so.”
“Harder and more frequently, Kate, please.”
“I feel nothing but love for you, Jacob. There is no reason to punish you, so I’m struggling to motivate myself to spank you sometimes in case it hurts.”
My lover plowed his tongue deep inside my back passage, aided by two thumbs, cleaving my tight sphincter wide open. I purred like a contented cat while happy endorphins, dopamine, and oxytocin flooded my body, and I stared at the dungeon wooden floor through a massage-style head cushion with a hole in its center.
Jacob had developed a technique of rimming my asshole whereby he stiffened his tongue and progressively prised my back passage wider open using clawing fingers and thumbs, slipping deeper inside until he licked the nerve cluster.
“You’re on my nerve endings right now, Jacob. Good boy.”
“Warm up your clitoris, please, Kate.”
“Okay.”
I reached back into my drenched slit, plowing two fingers up and down the creamy furrow between two swollen, trembling labia. I felt invigorated as my inner slut took control.
The helicopter ride over had turned me on with its violent blades thrashing the air and Jacob’s semi-erection visible throughout the flight while sitting opposite me with both hands in his lap. That awkwardness resulted from our rush to board a flight we hadn’t expected to be on and a morning wood left untended.
While I dragged my solid, creamy clitoris from side to side using two fingers, my body tensed in pre-orgasm while my heart pounded and my arms and legs trembled. As I drew closer to an immense orgasm, my sphincter tightened, pushing Jacob’s tongue out.
Instead, he plowed my pussy, sucking each lip until it was clean and dry, dragging them as far as he could until letting go, almost with an elastic snap.
“You’re so fucking good at this, Jacob.”
“Glad to be of service, my queen.”
“When I cum, will you fuck me right away, Jacob?”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
Jacob focused on sucking my clitoris gently, clenching his lips around its swollen base while humming deep into the nerve cluster inside my pussy. When he brushed a stiff tongue tip almost imperceptibly across my solid pearl, I immediately hit a massive climax.
Every muscle tensed, I squirmed and gripped the fuck bench handlebars, squeezing through one climactic wave of rapture after another. Every sinew stretched like elastic cords, playing a tune of desire and delight throughout my ascendent body.
I felt comfortable squirting my orgasm into Jacob’s mouth as we had become familiar and honest lovers, understanding each other’s primal needs. He craved the flavor but more so the feeling of submission he got when every tiny jet of unicorn pee hit the back of his throat while I screamed, almost in time.
I gripped the handlebars of my fuck bench, rattling its heavy steel bar and wooden frame. My orgasm felt incredibly intense due to raging, confusing pregnancy hormones and my raw animal desire for Jacob.
I screamed with joy, thankful that my dungeon was fully soundproofed. At that moment, I resolved to build a den at our new home for Jacob and me to enjoy our private, taboo, yet essential proclivities.
“Fuck me now, Jacob.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He stood behind me, magnificently naked with rippling muscles and an enormous, solid cock pointing proudly at my wanton pussy. My fiancee was a gladiator servicing a wealthy, royal lady on the eve of his next battle. I was his prize, Jacob’s aspirational woman, and he made me feel perpetually special.
I trembled in a rolling orgasm when Jacob slid his cock, balls deep inside me. His balls slapped delightfully off my thighs when I pushed back slightly, ensuring my lover’s cock filled my pussy completely.
His cock was solid, and I enjoyed a morning wood, benefiting from eight hours of peaceful sleep and a semen load filled to its brim, reserved only for me.
He gripped my waist gently, pulling my dripping wet cunt onto his cock while thrusting both hips forward to maximize penetration deep inside me. I felt every gnarl and vein on his stiff shaft, etching a path through my tight, soft tissue walls, leaving his signature inside me.
I clenched my warm sheath tightly around Jacob’s cock, squeezing out every ripple of pleasure for both of us.
“You’re milking me.”
“It’s my pleasure and privilege, Jacob. I love taking your semen.”
“Jesus, Kate, your pussy feels throbbing, and you’re so tight right now.”
When he drew up on tiptoes and shuddered, his cock jerked, and Jacob decanted his hot seed deep inside my hole. He did orgasmic gymnastics, hopping from one foot to the other while his cock throbbed and jerked, twitching violently while I raised my slit high, arching my back and pushing backward onto his cock.
When he helped me stand up, I slipped on my panties quickly while he chuckled at my struggle to retain his cum inside me.
“Shall we shower here, Kate?”
“You can. I’ll shower at our home. I love keeping your semen inside me as long as possible.”
I locked the dungeon after cleaning my fuck bench and wiping up a small amount of semen we’d spilled on the floor. While I inspected my equipment, deciding what to buy new for our mountain retreat and the dungeon I’d already planned, Jacob collected a few items from our apartment, packing a holdall.
“Shall we join Tiffany and Isabelle on the construction site, Kate?”
“Yep. It would be good to see how much progress has been made.”
“I think you’ll be disappointed. My conversations with Tiffany are mostly about her irritation with the architect.”
“As long as Tiffany deals with it, I don’t mind. It is what it is. Their lack of progress is not her fault.”
As I walked out of its front door, I felt strangely glad to leave. Granger Hall was my childhood home and a thriving estate business, whereas A Walk In The Clouds was Jacob and my retreat, where family and friends lived with us at a reasonable arm’s length.
Jacob parked his truck in the building site safety area; we donned hard hats and joined Tiffany, who was arguing with the contractor’s architect. I stopped far enough away to not become embroiled while still able to hear the conversation.
“I’m deducting the performance bonus from your recent invoice.”
“You can’t do that without consultation, Tiffany.”
“Are you saying you’ve delivered on time?”
“No bu-.”
“We’ll call it your accounting error, Alexa. Your company must have made a mistake adding twenty-five thousand dollars to the GD invoice. Since you failed to meet this month’s milestone, what else can it be?”
Alexa looked distraught, but I felt little sympathy for a contractor who’d failed, willing Tiffany on as she kept a cool head while Alexa pointed to a line on a sheet of paper.
“That performance bonus is our project profit, Tiffany.”
“Ahh, so you’re saying that the tender submitted was at break-even point, and only when you perform and deliver on time will this contract deliver profitability?”
“Umm-.”
“Yeah. I wouldn’t answer the question either, or I might examine how much risk you’ve put us to by shaving costs and cutting corners. Just resubmit the invoice minus a performance bonus you didn’t earn.”
“Okay. I’ll make the contractors work harder.”
“Just deliver your contract, Alexa. No corner cutting, or you’ll wind up in court when I get building inspectors in.”
She turned away immediately, leaving Alexa no recourse or opportunity to debate. I taught her that tactic to avoid protracted arguments in cut-and-dry situations. Any other way, Tiffany might spend hours having Alexa trying to wear her down, consuming time she didn’t have to spare.
I strolled away from the site with my arm linked through Jacob’s, feeling satisfied but not smug. As I gazed out across the estate, I imagined the second-floor view from my new GD office annex would be spectacular.
“This is where you and I will build an empire for our children, Jacob.”
“Including Alicia. I am looking forward to meeting Karl later on.”
“Me too.”
We held hands, staring at the paradise built by my father. It was one I had enjoyed, but an everlasting love of my own must have Jacob in it, and that would take time for us to build.
“Do you miss Granger Hall, Kate?”
“Not really. It was Daddy’s empire. Perhaps we’ll make it ours someday, but I prefer our own home.”
“It’s becoming too work-focused at A Walk In The Clouds. I don’t like Lizzie’s Bar being used as a work cafe.”
“You should let her know, Jacob. She’ll stop them while I work on a longer-term solution.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Flying time by helicopter from A Walk In The Clouds to Granger Hall today was twenty minutes, and Isabelle is researching an aircraft we can buy. Soon, we’ll be able to work less at home, and the key staff will come here or go to the GD campus.”
“Lizzie’s bar will be empty. I didn’t want that either, Kate.”
“I doubt that will happen, but you are right; people shouldn’t set up to work from inside our home. I bet everyone will come there evenings, and you’ll have a full house.”
“We originally wanted A Walk In The Clouds for us alone, but I feel it might get lonely. Also, having family and friends around stimulates Alicia.”
“It feels right having family and friends nearby, Jacob.”
“We’ve got plenty of that going on, Kate. I’ll be honest, I’d rather not accommodate my mother at our home.”
“How are things with your Dad?”
“He’s fine and spending most of his time with Carrie. Honestly, I think Dad has cleansed my mother from his system already.”
“What about her?”
“I thought we might meet my mother in the city when she arrives.”
“Okay, when is that?”
“Next week. The week before our wedding. My lucky day.”
“Our lucky day, Jacob.”
Our flight back home was uneventful, and I relaxed, leaning against Jacob while enjoying spectacular views of luscious forested foothills and jagged peaks before we landed back home.
On walking into our home, I immediately felt more at peace and noticed the same in Jacob’s demeanor. I reached my hand for his and led him toward our basement entrance.
“Come with me, sweetheart.”
“Where are we going?”
“To a long forgotten room.”
I led Jacob into the basement, past a rarely used workshop, some well-stacked storage rooms, and to a door marked by a sign as the plant room. When I opened the door, I smiled at Jacob’s surprise, the same that I’d felt on discovering our hidden treasure.
Plush red velour reclining chairs and a few sofas were still arranged on a downward slope facing a pull-down screen against the wall.
“Jesus Kate. I never knew this room was here. It’s a cinema.”
“The projector was removed years ago, and I assume modern TV screens and endless streaming services have made it redundant.
“Why are we here?”
“Welcome to our new dungeon, sweetheart.”
He scanned the room, assessing it, nodding approvingly. I noticed he squeezed my hand tighter, confirming Jacob wanted more submission fun and games.
“You’ll need contractors to flatten the floor, soundproof everything, make it much nicer, and install new power points with the equipment.”
“I spoke with Lizzie. She can arrange everything for us and do that without anyone knowing, especially Alicia.”
“She’ll know what the room is for once work starts.”
“She guessed already. Lizzie is a wise owl. She picked up on our female-led relationship in the early days.”
“How?”
“In her words, she’d never met a more attentive and respectful man towards his fiancee. She also mentioned that was why we are such a strong couple.”
I let Jacob rummage around the room in a few discarded boxes, as I had during previous visits. The room was left as though a family had watched a final movie, closed the door, and never returned. I planned to use the screen with a modern projector, retain some furniture, and make it more of a den than a simple BDSM playroom for us.
“What do you think?”
“I love it, Kate.”
I took a shower while Jacob visited Carrie and his father at her cabin. While lazing under a monsoon of warmth, a thought struck me, and I felt an urgent need to speak to Alicia about it. After I dried and slipped into a simple day dress, I tracked down my adopted daughter, who lay on her bed reading.
When she saw me, Alicia gasped with delight and ran, leaping into my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist for an immense hug.
“Hi, Kate. I missed you.”
“Hello, sweetheart. I missed you too. Next time we visit Granger Hall, I’ll make sure it’s not a school day. What are you reading?”
“Matilda.”
“Roald Dahl. What amazing stories he wrote.”
Cosmo and Luna were curled up in baskets at Alicia’s window. She walked the pair religiously every morning and evening, usually accompanied by Jacob, but continuously tracked closely by him when she chose to go it alone.
“I had a thought. Have you ever left the country?”
“I don’t even have a passport, Kate.”
“Okay, we’re going to change that. I’ll apply for your passport, and we’ll take a trip to Jacob’s homeland.”
“England?”
“Yep. It’s the United Kingdom. Jacob comes from Salisbury in England. They say it has an ancient Cathedral.”
“Henry says everything in England is old and that most stately homes have furniture older than the United States.”
“Yes, it’s also where your ancestors came from.”
“Mom and Dad?”
“Not specifically your parents, but a few generations further back. That’s where all of your folks came from.”
“So I come from the same place Jacob does?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes. You and I are American. Jacob is British.”
“Where did your family come from, Kate?”
“Ireland, sweetheart.”
“Could we go there as well?”
“Definitely. I’ve never been, but Mom says Dublin is a great city. Travel is one of the great privileges we have these days, Alicia, and we haven’t done any for a long time.”
I lay back while Alicia read for me. She had incredible literacy for her age, getting perfect intonation on characters and their contexts. She snuggled into my arms, and I thanked god for the gift provided to Jacob and me. We were determined the little girl would be fully included in our family, regardless of how many biological children we had.
When she fell asleep, I lifted her gently, sliding the beautiful, kind-hearted child under her duvet before kissing her forehead and closing the bedroom door behind me.
Karl waited for me at Lizzie’s Bar, looking every bit the lawyer I’d expected with his briefcase, tablet, and phone sitting close by. He saw me and opened his tablet, taking up an electronic note-taking pen and scribbling details.
“Are you rating Lizzie’s Bar online, Karl?”
“Sorry… I’m an obsessive note-taker.”
“Mom told me all about that. She likes working with you.”
“I’ve never been busier than now with all the work Catherine has me doing at the orphanage.”
“How is it going?”
“Town Hall tried pushing your Mom around on their price for her foundation to buy the orphanage building, so she brought a few social media news bloggers to yesterday’s meeting.”
“Did she get her price?”
“No, she got a five percent discount.”
“That’s Mom for you.”
He seemed a little impatient, and I guessed Karl was snowed under. He also had a new girlfriend and undoubtedly wanted to spend evenings with her. I approved, saying nothing because it wasn’t my business. Isabelle was destined for greatness, and Karl seemed the right man for her to flourish with.
“What’s today about, please, Kate?”
“We should wait for Jacob, but the short version is that he and I want to provide for Alicia.”
“You mean through a last will and testament?”
“There must be changes to the will, but we want a full suite of wealth products, including a trust fund, a college fund, and other investments set up for her now to be released at specified stages of her life.”
“I can help you with the first two, but I’m not a financial advisor.”
“Okay. I’ll track one down.”
I spotted Jacob stamping his boots before slipping them off at the front door, so I waved him over. He seemed harassed, wearing a grim expression that worried me.
“What’s the matter?”
“Security has someone at the front gate demanding to see Alicia.”
“Why?”
“They claim to be her uncle.”
“Oh fuck!”
Next Chapter:
I know I’m late to this particular party Kate, but my admiration for your writing just continues to grow. I suspect that the corporate entities of the Grangerverse are how you would like to manage an organisation of your own, if ever that were to happen. At one time I came close, so close to leading an organisation and I like to think I would have incorporated many of the values and practices you frequently illustrate. Your books should be required reading for MBA courses. I’m sure the students would love them lols.
After such a rewarding chapter there does seem to something foreboding on the horizon or at the front gate. Great work with always the right amount of suspense. Thank you!