Unorthodox Therapy (15 page)

“N-no, Thomas. I'll cum if you use it on me. Please...”

“You'd better make sure you don't, Lina.” The ice-like coldness crept back into his voice. “I'm not sure you can handle more punishments tonight.”

Having said this, he leaned forward and applied the wand directly on my peaked clit. It had been so sensitive the whole time, but nothing could compare to the vibrations running through it at that moment. I heard my own screams while the intense sensations made me quiver. Thomas brushed his hand across my spine and ran the wand over my swollen, aroused pussy all the way to my impaled, extended asshole. Then he concentrated on the clit again, pressing it hard.

This was more than I'd ever been exposed to. I usually couldn't even stand a tongue on my pussy when my body was so sensitive. With my ass filled and my most tender zones stimulated in such an intense manner, I stood no chance. The extreme indulgence had turned me into a panting mess. My juices were dripping down my thighs onto the floor.

“Thomas, please...” I uttered through tears, shivering in the frenzy of my passion.

“Please what, pet? You can't order me around. If you're a good girl and ask nicely, you will be satisfied.” He leaned forward and smiled at me, withdrawing the wand for a moment just as I was about to cum. “Come on, little one, admit how much you love it. Has anyone else given you so much pleasure? Even the anal master?”

That asshole was the last person I wanted to think about, especially when my mind was so consumed with pleasure and pain.

“When was the last time you came so hard you didn't know where you were afterwards? Come on, Lina, tell me. I dare you to tell me you weren't ready to beg for me to fuck your perfect ass.”

His taunting made me yell out in exasperation.

“It feels fucking incredible!” The despair in my voice echoed clearly against the arched ceilings. “And I...” My throat and lungs hurt. Any strength or presence of mind was leaving me and all I could do was feel and revel in the sensations he was giving me.

“Yes, little one?” He squeezed my wrists harder and pushed the wand so tight against my clit that for a moment the pain nearly blinded me. The world around me was falling apart, as if I'd left my physical body for an instant, overwhelmed, drowning and trying to rise to the surface. My own voice was foreign to me as I cried out into the huge empty space.

“I can't... I always have trouble cumming, okay? I need hours of play and preparation, and I always have to use my imagination. It’s the first time I can’t control myself. Now, please, please, what more should I do?” After so much screaming, all I could utter was some pathetic little whisper. “I need you, Thomas. Stop torturing me, please... Please, fuck me. I need you inside me. I’m begging you.”

I expected him to continue with the slow torture for who knew how long, that he’d taunt me. The despair had taken full control over my mind in that instant. That was the moment Thomas removed the magic wand from my aching pussy, and in a second, the buzzing faded away.

“Press your head into the floor and raise your ass for me, pet. You've no idea how long I've been waiting...” The pressure was slowly relieved from my ass as he pulled out the metal object. I obeyed Thomas's orders and found comfort in placing my feverish cheek against the rough concrete. There was no defiance, no anxiety, just a strange state of mind going from lust to serenity and combining them in the haze that went over me. “Play with your pussy. Finger yourself and rub your clit. Don't stop until I say so.”

My hand reached out to touch the abused, swollen flesh between my legs, not expecting to get wetter than I already was. I pushed two fingers into my tight cleft and stroked the throbbing point of my clit with my thumb very slowly. My mouth moved soundlessly as I kept begging him. “Please, please, fuck me.”

Thomas's throbbing tip nudged against my sore red asshole. He spilled more of the ice cold lube all over his cock and shoved the head in deep, grabbing my hips for leverage. The erect shaft impaled my flesh in one thrust and for a brief moment, the old anxiety reared its head.

“You feel so tight, my pet,” Thomas whispered and caressed my hair. “My perfect slut.”

It all faded when he slammed his cock all the way into my ass. I never stopped playing with myself, lost in the submission of my body to him, the sensations, and everything he could give me. I felt light and happy as I reached the highest point of the pain and pleasure. Thomas squeezed the aching, bruised cheeks of my ass and started fucking me with hard, forceful movements. He was finally giving me what I craved. In spite of the dull pounding in my lungs, I moaned out his name. My voice was brimming with emotion letting him know how much our physical union meant to me, how much freedom I received through his domination. The sound of his balls slamming against my nether lips and getting drenched in the juices made some primal part of me resurface even higher. I thrust back, urging him to take me as roughly as possible, not to spare my body.

“I can't last long, Lina.” He leaned forward and uttered in my ear. “You're just too hot. Do you realize how fucking hot it is to finally have you? Cum for me, little one. Cum for me.”

With those words, Thomas removed the veil of hair from my back and placed a series of kisses up my spine, in contrast with his violent fucking and his thick shaft stretching me. I squeezed my ass muscles around him, determined to milk his full, heavy testicles, and bring him to the edge with me. His tongue reached a spot on my shoulder and under my neck, and the climax I'd been holding back the entire evening lashed out like a storm. Thomas thrust once again, harder than ever, and the scream of release shattered my body. I came all over my hand, never having had such a powerful climax before.

The final release made my toes curl painfully and my head spun. It subsided slowly together with the peak of the heat wave. My body relaxed, loose and limp as Thomas groaned and joined me mere seconds later. The thick ropes of cum overflowed from my ass and streamed down my thighs and stockings like a token in honor of this incredible night.

We spent a long time like that, him lying on top of me, kissing my neck and spine, trying to get back to reality. However, when my lust subsided, the horror of what I'd allowed him to do came crashing down on me in full force and bitter humiliation. I'd given permission to a much younger man, my employee above all, to have his way with me and use my body like a fuck toy. Shame infused its poison again and I jolted back. Thomas tensed.

“I need to leave,” I uttered. How would I ever face him again after this?

Thomas pulled his softened cock out of my ass and raised me to a sitting position. He moved away only to untie my legs from the bolts and wrapped his arms around my trembling shoulders. I felt his lips on my forehead and in my hair as his palms ran down my stiff, sore muscles. I hated myself for submitting to him in such a disgraceful manner, but I couldn’t resist him. He was too warm and comforting. I buried my face in his chest and let him continue with his sensual massaging movements.

“You did so well, Lina. I never expected you to be so brave. I'm really proud of you.” His soft whisper nearly lulled me to sleep. Thomas kissed me again and ran his thumbs down my wet face. “You're staying with me tonight.”

“But, Thomas, I...”

“I'm responsible for taking care of you, especially after such an intense experience. It's not all about whips and chains. It's about connection.” He pressed my head against his chest and kept caressing my body. “I should pick you up after breaking your defenses. Right now you're too vulnerable and I can't leave you alone.”

I was too exhausted to argue. The thought of returning to my empty loft in such a heightened emotional state was less than appealing. The truth was, I missed being held at night. It had been too long since I'd found comfort in someone's breathing and warmth. The voice urged me to run away from this disgraceful scene but it was slowly fading away to be replaced by fatigue.

I didn't realize when Thomas moved away from me to blow out the candles. The memory of him holding me by the waist and helping me climb the stairs would creep up in my dreams later. The last sensation in my dim mind was of his arms lying me on my stomach on a bed. I fell asleep with a slight murmur on my lips.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Thomas

There were more pleasant sounds to hear on a beautiful Saturday morning than pancakes sizzling in the frying pan, but the fragrance of flour, butter and cinnamon made up for that. That blend of flavors calmed me down, especially on mornings when I felt so jittery. Cooking, in general, helped to me focus better on life and daily events. I could detach myself from everything while following the precise steps of the recipes and concentrating on the details, just like when I was writing code.

Besides, women were usually impressed with a man who cooked for them. Some of my girlfriends and fuck buddies had joked that they wanted to marry me during those casual Saturday mornings when I made breakfast for them after a wild night in bed.

Hopefully, my talent would appease the woman sleeping in my bedroom.

I removed the pan after flipping the last of the cinnamon pancakes onto the plate. Then I crossed the spacious living room to open the bay windows. It was a beautiful, cloudless day outside and the birds were chirping their annoying melodies. The crisp wind and sunshine were supposed to improve my mood. I should have felt like the luckiest man alive after last night’s mind-blowing experience, smug and self-confident.

Instead, my heart was beating anxiously and the pulse was pounding in my ears as if I were at a techno concert. I gripped the window frame and took a few deep breaths to get over the sudden attack of nausea. It was finally dawning on me that last night really happened and it hadn’t been a beautiful HD dream. One annoying, cowardly voice in my head still denied it all and ascribed my memories to my intense erotic fantasies of her.

But fantasies didn't usually lie on your bed, naked, with cane stripes on their flesh. Neither did they leave you feeling like you survived a heavy boxing match. I'd really come out to my formidable female boss about my secret lifestyle. Not merely that, I’d dominated her on a physical and emotional level and fucked her to within an inch of her life.

My loins were still aching after Lina had milked me with her incredible ass. She may have had some experience with anal, but it didn't show at all judging by the tightness of her backdoor. The memory of the moment when reality had exceeded all my juvenile fantasies made blood rush straight to my cock. I brushed the thoughts off. I needed to keep a cool head right now. My future and any potential relationship with her depended on the conversation that would follow.

Lina looked like she had the time of her life in my basement, but what if I was wrong? What if she’d hated the things I did to her? To be honest, it was unlikely, though my boss was an expert at hiding her true feelings, even from herself.

The frenzy possessed my brain again and my palms started sweating. I gazed at the row of yachts in the marina but the beauty of the landscape was completely lost on me. I was too busy calculating the chance of my future going down the drain because of one amazing escapade. Lina Riley might never forgive me for exposing her true nature. What if she tried to do whatever it took to ruin my life and career? A few minutes of pleasure in exchange for years of hard work and self-improvement?

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth while those dark thoughts ran through my mind. Fear always gripped me in a chokehold during the morning after a first scene with a new sub. Its grasp usually loosened once I had a chance to talk to the girl. The glow in her eyes would reassure me everyone had come out happy with our arrangement. It was a temporary, unpleasant sensation, which would dissolve like a light summer fog later. Be that as it may, the nausea twisting my insides was more intense than usual. The tremors went through my fingers clutching the white wooden frame. These were the moments I doubted whether I was cut out for the role of a Dom. The doubts and anxiety weren’t supposed to overwhelm me as much as they did. Perhaps it was all a delusion and I was no different from a teenage boy playing at being an adult... with some unconventional toys.

Maybe I was still the awkward, insecure kid who had sat in Lina's office seven years before. I liked to think I'd evolved. I'd gotten over all the problems from my early childhood and young adulthood. My confidence and communication skills had vastly improved. I was finally in an environment that not only fit but allowed me to flourish. It was amazing how much being around the right kind of people could increase a person's self-esteem and life quality. Doing the job I was passionate about and accepting my sexuality without guilt helped as well. There was no reason for me to suffer from an identity crisis. I'd been in the kink community for a long enough time to know there was no right or wrong way to be a Dom. It was not so different from regular, daily communication with people. I’d listen to my partner, help her come out with what she wanted, and ease her worry that I may end up judging her. I’d try to get in her head and find out what worked best for her. Magic could happen with the right adjustment. It didn't work with everyone, no matter what anyone told you. I'd had my errors along the way, cases of misjudgment, but it was wrong to think of them as failures. I’d learn my lesson, get off my ass and move on. Another project, another relationship, another potential submissive. I was proud to say I’d never done any damage to any girl I'd been with. Well, except for the occasional “Ouch, why do you spank me so hard?”