Sometime Later, Kara Shows Her Appreciation

It was some days later that Richard walked through the front door of the large property on the edge of the Red Light district which Bennie had loaned them. He was tired. It had been a long day. Bennie might have been giving them money to live but Richard wasn’t the sort to rely on anyone else for too long and he had quickly started to put out some feelers himself.

There was always a call for a mercenary in a place like San Gasa, and even with only taking on temporary jobs he’d already made a small pile of money which he kept with his savings from the ship.

So far, no one had come after them and there had been no sign of Isabel or Pump. Though Kara swore that Pump could have survived, Richard found that harder and harder to believe the longer they went without a sighting.

Not that he hadn’t prepared. He’d had Bennie and Kara work up a little something special for him just in case, though Kara was often very busy these days in her new workshop. Girl was good at what she did, and she took to messing with the training machine in the crate nearly daily.

“I’m trying to modify it,” she said when he asked her. “I want to see how it was put together. If I can make myself less dependent on it.”

“Just don’t break the thing,” Richard said. “Don’t forget you still need it for now.”

So far, in spite of his fears, she hadn’t broken it. But she didn’t have time for many other projects and he had gone days without seeing her.

But that would change tonight.

There was a lightness to his step as he moved through the rooms of the temporary abode. It was a large place; wealthy. The kind of place that would usually be rented by rich tourists for considerable sums of money.

Say what you wanted about Bennie - and Richard would say a lot - but he knew how to take care of friends.

The building contained massive, upholstered bedrooms furnished with cotton and silk. It had a library, a kitchen, a meeting area, and a side area which had been converted to a workshop. It had a garden, a damn pool.

And a large basement.

It was there that Richard was going. The smile on his lips grew wider with every step. The door to the underground was a large, iron-ringed entrance. With the click of a key, it swung aside. Below was…

Well, it wasn’t a regular basement. That was for sure. People came to this part of the city for one reason and one reason only, after all.

There was a bed in the far corner, a stage set by the wall. A smooth iron pole ran from top to bottom. There were shelves and stands and displays loaded with toys, tools and devices to make the mind boggle. Anything and everything that you could possibly want. The walls were affixed with coiling metal fixtures to which chains or collars could be connected, and these even continued up to the roof. Dangling chains rattled softly in the barely present wind of his passage.

The basement was lit with oil lanterns, casting a steady glow tinged by shadows. Not quite light or dark, it illuminated the room and it illuminated the person waiting there for him.

Kara.

He’d told her to be ready. That tonight was the night that they were going to live up to their promise. Last time they’d played, it had been to reassure her. This time, it was purely for pleasure.

And Richard intended to have a lot of it.

She waited for him dressed in silks. They were vibrant, colourful. The shadow of her naked body was just barely visible through them. Teasing and promising without being too revealing. She wore gloves which clung to her slender arms. On her feet, she wore stiletto heel boots which pushed her soles upwards.

“Master,” she spoke breathily. Her face was red. “I’ve been waiting for you”

“My ****,” Richard had never imagined that he’d be calling any girl by that name, nor that it would get him so hard. But the look on her face was amazing. Like she’d been slapped but without the pain. It was shock, humiliation, desire and want all at once.

“My slut,” he went on. “I’m glad you took your order so seriously. If you hadn’t, I’d have had to punish you.”

She looked to the ground, biting her lower lip. One of the side effects of being so busy lately was that neither of them had had a chance to get any relief. Desperation radiated from her. She was aching for it.

Just as much as he was.

There was a table near the far wall, upon which there sat an old-style radio. Richard moved to it, flipping it on and tuning it in. A piping, reedy music filled the underground dungeon.

“Dance for me,” his throat was dry.

He wanted this so much.

“Yes sir,” Kara’s voice was soft. A tremble ran up her limbs. He hadn’t asked if she was able to dance. He’d assumed it was one of the things that had been programmed into her by the machine.

He’d assumed right. Kara began to move to the music. Her movements were graceful, sinuous and erotic. Not fast and rapid, but slow and promising. Her body slithered and shifted, her legs extending as her arms brushed across her chest. The silk veils hid all but the outline of her body, but it was enough to be promising. Richard’s cock pressed against the inside of his pants, and he began to undo them. Shrugging off his clothes to reveal his toned body. Kara’s eyes rested on him as she gyrated, her hips rippling back and forth. The silk added a fluidity to her motions that he adored, the layers flowed and met and seemed to merge with motion as the pace of the dance increased.

Kara moved faster now, thrusting her body outwards, one hand played across her chest, her fingers almost ringed her nipples for a brief moment, and he could see that they were hard, rising through the silk. The other fell, skittering across the raised mount of her vulva. She was gasping, so turned on by the performance.

A silk Veil went flying; revealing a slender arm. She locked hands for a moment, using the motion to peel away one of her gloves. The other soon followed as well. Her hands moved to the fabric covering her chest, pulling it down teasing to almost expose one breast.

But then she moved away, dancing and twisting and snaking. Richard couldn’t take his eyes off her. The idea that he had control over her, that she was doing this for him. Belonged to him. It was intoxicating.

Was he a bad person for getting off on this? Before he’d met Kara, he’d never thought he’d be into this kind of thing but now he couldn’t look away.

Kara spun, her remaining silks flashed as the air whipped through them. One of her legs was exposed now too, she reached down and peeled the layer away, discarding almost enough that she was visible right up to her upper thigh.

She was teasing him! Playing with him! Threatening to expose herself without ever quite going the full way!

The long heels of Kara’s stiletto shoes kicked up against the ground, moving past a metal hook on the floor. Both of her legs were bare now, her arms also, but her body was still covered. She was grinning, her eyes sparkling as she reached out again, teasing the outline of her chest.

Suddenly, her hand ripped away the veil! After moving so slowly before, Richard was unprepared for this, his eyes widened, her nipples were hard, and her fingers traced across her breasts, rubbing and teasing as the music played on.

She looked so good! How could this girl be his? Richard’s heart was in his throat. He’d never dared hope he’d end up with someone half as good!

But he realised now that she wasn’t technically naked under the silk. A leather strap ran along her shoulders and wrapped around her side. Was she wearing a bondage harness? She had to be!

You little minx, I never told you to do that.

The leather straps pulled tight against the paleness of her skin. They must have been biting down hard with every motion! His cock throbbed at the thought and he watched her with ever greater intent.

It was clear now the straps crisscrossed her body, running under her legs and around her arms. They outlined her breasts, pressing them forward, and ran below the final layer of cloth which covered her pussy.

Kara’s hands fell to that now; her fingers skittered over it. Richard watched breathlessly, a pounding heat filled his body. He wanted her; he wanted her so much right then. He wanted to run his hands over her naked skin. He wanted to hear her moan, he wanted to feel his cock sinking inside of her, parting the lips of her labia as he penetrated her wetness.

Kara’s fingers stroked the silk veil which covered her pussy. Rubbing it slowly in time with the music. She began to pull it up. Slowly, so very, very slowly. It was the final act of the dance and Richard wanted to see it more than anything else.

As the veil rose, he saw that the straps passed right alongside her vulva; drawn so tight that they left impressions in the skin. Her lower lips were swollen with want and desire. Arousal visibly leaked from between them.

Richard’s cock was so hard now. It was straining, idly, he ran one hand along its length, playing with it softly. Kara finally spun to a stop. She was breathing fast, the last silk item fell to the ground.

“Do you approve, master?”

She tilted her head, her emerald eyes at once both innocent and ravishing.