See Through Me Ch. 11

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Joe and Kate bond on the balcony.
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Part 10 of the 16 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 02/20/2017
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Notes from the author:

Ok peeps, I originally had this split into two chapters, but I figured you could use a longer chapter for a change. And with the placement of the climax, I didn't want to risk it getting cut off on a skimpy one paragraph page. Anyhoos, I really hope you enjoy this one, people pleaser that I am. Let me know if you like! -J

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Chapter 11

At last. She had submitted to me.

The feeling of triumph in conquering Kate was unparalleled. Her submission was of so much more significance than the average Dom-sub relationship. However indirectly, she had consented to carrying my child. I was over the moon, and struggling to keep myself in check. It was obvious that she needed more rigorous domination than most. If I let her slip, she would likely rebel against me, and I wouldn't have that. Of course, I loved the sass, but she would not be leaving again. She most definitely would not.

I heard her humming in the bathroom as she dried her hair and did her makeup. It made me smile. She seemed content as I in our arrangement, but of course there was the elephant in the room reminding me that I knew barely anything of Kate, nor she of myself. This afternoon would be a good opportunity for us to get to know each other, as ludicrous as that sounded. I knew this was crazy, but somehow it just felt right. I had never bought into the idea of 'love at first sight', but there was a definite energy that had drawn us together. It was meant to happen.

As contradictory as it was, I was trying not to think too far into the future. Perhaps because I knew that I would inevitably fall for Kate. There was a danger in falling. The weakness, the vulnerability, and the fear of losing the object of one's affection. I had fallen already, in a sense. I wanted no one but her, and I would stop at nothing to make sure she wanted no one but me. But would my efforts be enough? Would my domination be enough to fully bind her to me? Would her belly swollen with my baby be enough? Was I enough?

These were all deep questions, and I knew only time would tell.

As of yet, Kate and I seemed to have an uncannily perfect blend of kink. She would fight me when I found her boundaries, I would demolish her boundaries, and she would lap it up like a kitten with cream. It was kismet.

I had to admit, our first time together had been luck of the draw. I had definitely forced her, and I would never be sorry for it. I couldn't regret it, because ultimately, it had exposed her for the perfect woman she was. The perfect woman for me.

Quickly I pushed aside the increasingly vulnerable train of thought, and went to sort through the shopping bag our Latina maid had supplied. I'd requested she purchase a few casual dresses, swimsuits, and other necessities for the remainder of the voyage.

I laid the dresses out on the bed, and grinned at the stunning selection. I owed her a far greater tip than I had bestowed to her earlier in my haste, and would make sure she was amply compensated for her trouble. Surely she would be back when I requested more towels, as I most definitely would.

Reviewing each dress, I debated between an extra short white one, a long flowy reddish one, and a mid length blue one. The red dress had more of a watermelon tone to it, which I knew would compliment Kate's skin beautifully, and enhance the blush of her cheeks. It was also relatively lightweight, almost sheer, which I loved. I could only imagine how it would look with her nipples hard against it. The thought made me stiffen in my pants, and the decision was made. I would most definitely enjoy the other two, especially the short white one, but one step at a time.

I had barely gotten my erection under control when Kate emerged from the bathroom, clad in only her towel.

"Joe, I just realized I have nothing to wear! How on earth will we go out when I have nothing..." Kate stopped in her tracks when she noticed the dresses laid out on the bed.

"Oh," she mumbled, as she surveyed the three options.

Turning to me, Kate protested, "Joe, these are all small size. I wear a medium."

"Yes, I know," I replied casually. "It's plain to me that you prefer to conceal your assets, but I'm afraid you will no longer have that luxury. Not while you are with me."

"Joe, a small?" she whined.

"Yes. You will model them all for me, now."

I crossed my arms as she stood there in shock, obviously skeptical as to whether they would fit.

"Do it now Kate," I warned. "The white one first."

The white one looked like it would be the tightest on her, and I salivated at the thought of her flushed cheeks.

"Where are the bra and panties?" she queried, with a look of trepidation.

"Whores don't wear undergarments," I said flatly. "Now get on with it."

I glared at her, making it clear that my patience was wearing thin.

Kate wore a mixture of horror and resignation on her face, a look I was coming to adore and crave with each passing hour.

Slowly, she turned to retreat to the bathroom and change into the white dress.

Hilarious. Kate had bared herself to me in the most explicit sense, more than once, and she was still too bashful to strip in front of me. All she wore was a towel, but she clung to it, shielding herself from my heated gaze.

I stood, and commanded her, "Stop Kate. Turn and face me."

I heard a soft whine, and begrudgingly she turned, her eyes begging me.

"Drop the towel."

She knew there was no point in resisting, and slowly obeyed.

I circled her, closely, so she could feel my breath on her naked skin. She had chosen to rebel against me, however briefly, and would pay the price. I would sooner jump off the balcony than allow her to hide from me again, in any way.

Appraising her nude form, I noticed that she had arranged her hair in such a way as to hide my brand on her neck. Standing in front of her, I reached up and gathered her hair to the side, exposing the mark once more. Kate's eyes flew to mine. I knew she had intended to be subtle about concealing my mark, but I wouldn't have it.

I leaned in close, whispering into her ear, my hot breath caressing the still red tooth marks on her skin, "You are mine, and you will do as I say. Here. Now."

With that, I stepped back and waited for her to begin. The glazed look of surrender crossed her features once more, and I knew that at least for the moment, I had won.

Kate lifted the small, but thankfully rather stretchy, dress and slipped it over her head as gracefully as she could manage. Getting it over her shoulders and shimmying it down her curvy form appeared a bit of a chore, but I didn't mind.

Now huffing and puffing from her efforts, Kate stood before me, a vision of pure sexiness. I could not have selected a more slutty dress if I'd tried. Her breasts were crushed up against the fabric, and her hips stretched it so that it molded to her ass and, to my delight, her mound.

She looked up at me awkwardly, and shrunk back a bit when she saw the look of unadulterated lust in my eyes. I wanted to fuck her. Now. And she knew it.

Clearing my throat, I assured her, "It's alright Kate."

My hands fisted at my sides as I took a deep breath, and I noticed that her nipples hardened under my predatory gaze. God, she looked like pure sex. I could smell her, and it nearly undid me, but I held myself back.

"Okay Kate, now try the next one...the blue one please."

She seemed relieved, even as she struggled to remove the dress.

The blue one seemed a bit easier for her, and when she had finished smoothing it over her hips, I realized that I had sorely underestimated the impact of the dress. It was an off the shoulder number, a conservative length ending just at her knees. But the way it hugged her curves, it was obviously designed to entice. And entice it did.

I grinned in satisfaction, and she couldn't help but reciprocate. It was clear that she wanted to please me, and was reassured by the unmistakable lust in my eyes, as well as the increasingly obvious protrusion from within my slacks.

I nodded for her to continue. The watermelon dress, as I had nicknamed it, was truly enchanting. It was a casual style dress, a lightweight cotton material, but she still looked like a princess. Like the blue one, this garment was designed to tease, accentuating her breasts while leaving the rest of her figure to the imagination.

It was obvious to me that Kate was self-conscious about how prominent her breasts appeared in this dress. But if there was one part of her I didn't mind showcasing, it was her gorgeous tits. They would be the envy of most women on this ship, and the primary focus of most men. None of whom would be able to enjoy them as I would. I couldn't wait to leave this room. The sooner we left, the sooner we could return.

"Good girl," I praised as she twirled for me in her watermelon dress.

I presented her with a set of slip-on sandals, and asked, "Are you ready Kate?"

She nodded, and I offered her my arm. As we approached the foyer, the sexual energy was thick in the air. I recalled the scene only two nights ago, when I had crushed my body to hers against this very door.

I was drawn out of the vividly erotic memory when Kate gasped. She had caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and noticed the mark I had insisted on revealing before she modeled her dresses for me.

"Wait!" Kate cried, suddenly upset.

"Beg your pardon?" I half laughed, half berated.

"Joe, I really don't want people to see this...thing on my neck. What will they say? Can I please fix my hair back the way it was?"

I had never particularly cared what people thought of me, but she had a point. Truly, it was my ego that wanted to parade her through the ship with my brand on her neck. To declare to the world that she was mine. I didn't like it, but she was right.

"Very well," I agreed. "But the moment we return, you will bare yourself to me completely, including this," I grazed my finger along my mark.

With her eyes shining in relief, Kate quickly re-distributed her golden tresses to conceal the mark. She looked lovely. Too lovely. I frowned.

"Well Kate, now that you've arranged yourself to your satisfaction, allow me to apply a few finishing touches," I growled.

Grabbing her by the throat, I forced her up against the door, as I had two nights ago, and kissed her. I assaulted her mouth, unrelenting as she pressed her hands against my chest and moaned.

I released her throat only to reach down and grab her breasts, clawing at them enough to hurt, but not enough to rip her dress.

"You're a cunt, Kate. A whore," I hissed. "I should give you a mark on the other side of your neck, and both tits for good measure." I was irritated and horny.

"But for now, I'll settle for this," I quickly gathered her skirts, and delved my hand between her legs to feel how wet she was.

"Aaahh!! Joe, please!" Kate shrieked once more before I covered her mouth with mine.

I groaned into her mouth when I felt her wet folds easily give way.

I wanted so badly to undo my pants and fuck her against the door, but opted instead to stuff two fingers deep inside of her pussy and frig her. It was her turn to moan, and I released her mouth just in time to hear her cry out for me.

"What are you?" I taunted, forcing a third finger now into her pussy.

"A whore," she whispered.

It wasn't good enough.

"What are you?"

"A whore," she whined.

"Louder slut," I spat as I frigged her harder.

"Aahhhh! Joe, I'm going to..." she cried, just as I released her pussy.

She slumped back against the door, blinking, not sure what had just happened. Not giving her a chance to right herself, I reached up and pinched her nose shut with my left hand. Immediately, her mouth opened to gasp for air, and I plunged my fingers, slick with her pussy juices, deep into her mouth for her to taste.

"Clean them baby," I purred. "Suck all your whore cunt juices off of my fingers. That's a good girl."

Kate moaned in humiliation, and her face scrunched up in disgust, but she obeyed and sucked my fingers clean.

When I was content with her efforts, I removed my hand from her mouth. Kate was still panting with desire, as she had been forced to the precipice, but denied orgasm. She looked less ladylike now, much to my satisfaction. The mark on her neck was still hidden, but she was definitely in a state that left little to the imagination.

My eyes traveled down to her heaving bosom, and I allowed them linger there. My needs obviously had not been met, which intensified my desire to degrade and humiliate her. I could see her nipples now straining against the fabric of her watermelon dress. With an evil grin, I wiped my saliva-coated fingers across the bodice of her dress, focusing intently on her nipples. The fabric was slightly dampened, stimulating her taut nubs even more.

"Joe, please! How can you leave me this way? Please fuck me! You can cum in my pussy just like you want. I'll be good!" Kate begged.

"No," I replied simply. "Let's go."

And as swiftly and coolly as I could manage, I picked up the purse she had dropped and ushered her out the door.

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I was still panting as I watched the elevator doors close, Joe pushing the button for the Promenade deck. It was not as awkward as it had been two nights ago, not by a long shot, but the sexual energy was still thick in the air. I knew that Joe must want me, as I wanted him, and yet he had decided that we needed to go out. It felt odd to go from being raped to being courted.

I didn't know for sure if "courting" was Joe's intention, but it seemed that way from how he had dressed me and declined my offer to pleasure him after our shower. What was going on? All of the sudden he wanted to play the gentleman? I wasn't buying it, but I was tired of fighting him and curious to see what he had in store for me. At least we would be in public, so Joe could only be aggressive to an extent. Right?

I recalled last night, in the restaurant. God, it seemed like so long ago, and it hadn't even been 24 hours. We had been in public, a high-end restaurant no less, and that hadn't stopped Joe from being a harsh sadistic prick. I shivered in recollection of Joe's sinister grin as he dropped my crumpled used panties on the crisp white tablecloth for all the world to see.

"Leave them," he had ordered. The harsh command was with me still, giving me chills, and making me question his gentleman act all the more.

What did he want?

>Ding<

Joe took my hand in his and led me from the elevator. The last time he had taken my hand in this way was when he was leading me to his room to punish me. Now it seemed we were headed to the lower dining room. I wondered why it was so quiet, and it dawned on me that most passengers were enjoying the beaches of Nassau today. It was the first shore excursion on this cruise, and I was missing it.

"Good afternoon! Table for two?" greeted the hostess, shaking me out of my thoughts.

I smiled nervously at her, and we both looked at Joe, waiting for his direction.

"Yes please, and could we have a table in a quiet area, perhaps over there by the window?" Joe pointed to the far end of the restaurant.

"Absolutely sir," the hostess replied. "Please follow me."

I realized I had no idea what time it was, but judging by the afternoon light streaming in through the windows, it was probably around three o'clock. Lunch was over, dinner was in the works, and most passengers were ashore, shopping, swimming, and doing all the things normal people do on a cruise. The dining room was all but deserted. But of course, Joe was not taking chances. And for once, I was grateful. If I had to talk to him, to discuss our fucked up relationship, I would prefer to do it in a secluded area.

"Your waiter Javier will be with you shortly," our hostess smiled and departed.

And we were left in silence.

I looked out the window, observing the beautiful shores of Nassau, all the while squirming in discomfort as I felt Joe's eyes on me. Both my greatest fears and fantasies had been realized in a period of 48 hours, and it was hard to know what to say. There was no need for wooing or flattery. No need for fibs or embellishment. No need for manners and tact.

"What are you thinking?" Joe inquired.

Why did he need to ask? It seemed that he already knew everything in my head, almost before I did.

"I'm thinking that this is incredibly awkward and I have no idea what to say to you. Especially in a public setting," I sighed.

"I understand," Joe replied. "I agree that this is awkward. I didn't plan this, believe it or not. I'm just as shocked by all this as you are."

I smirked at him skeptically.

"Really? With everything you've thrust upon me, it seems very deliberate."

Joe sighed, "Kate, that first night was definitely not planned in any way. And I'll tell you another thing that definitely wasn't planned. How taken I am with you. I have never wanted a woman as I want you, with such intensity."

The look of vulnerability and genuine disbelief on Joe's face convinced me.

Joe continued, "I'll admit, we know almost nothing of each other. I know one thing about you so far. You want something that very few men can offer. Our running into each other was pure luck, destiny, or whatever you want to call it. I can give you what you want. But I would like to know more about you. Anything you are willing to share with me."

I narrowed my eyes at Joe, studying his face, trying to read him. He was being open with me it seemed, but this was still so strange. He had already taken me in a way that only a husband should take a wife, and now he wanted to get to know me? This was nuts. And without the aura of sex, I was struggling to determine exactly what to do...what to think.

"It seems that you are the one who needs to do a bit of sharing Joe," I reproached. "All I know of you is that you're a rapist. You took advantage of my personal...needs."

In the light of day, and a neutral public setting, it was easier to put things in perspective. I was still afraid of Joe, afraid of what he would do to punish me for being so blunt, but I knew it had to be said. If Joe truly wanted to get to know me, he would soon find out that I was not one to skirt an issue.

Joe's mouth twitched. It was clear that he was not happy with my attitude and accusations, despite their glaring accuracy.

"Yes. I did," Joe conceded, surprising me. "There is nothing I can do to erase the past. And right or wrong, I can't bring myself to regret our intimate relationship. For what it's worth though, I'm sorry for hurting you. Really I am."

Looking into his eyes, I knew he spoke true.

"So what do you want to know?" Joe prompted.

"What's your name?" I asked.

It was then that our waiter showed up, apologetic.

"Hello, so sorry to keep you waiting! I am Javier, your waiter for this afternoon," he smiled, flustered. "Can I bring you some drinks? We have iced tea, Coke, coffee..."

"I'll take a Guinness, if you have it," Joe cut in. "Kate?"

I was still trying to adjust to the change in atmosphere. Looking shyly down at the tablecloth, I said, "I'll have a Coke, please."

"Certainly!" Javier scribbled on his pad, intent on making up for his tardiness. He had no idea how much I appreciated the lag time. Breaking the ice with Joe was going to be a tedious process, to put it lightly.

"Do you need some time to look over the menu? We have a special of mussels marinara, very good."

Smiling, Joe said, "Actually we do need a few minutes to look through it, if you wouldn't mind."

"No problem, no problem! I go get your drinks right away!"

And off he went. I had to admit, I liked Javier. He obviously felt bad for taking so long to get our drink order. I had waited tables in college, and understood how heavily the servers relied upon tips. Unlike many though, Javier actually seemed sincerely apologetic. I resolved not to let him think my glum mood was any reflection on his service.

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