Wilson's Hard Lesson (59 page)

Lindsay felt a thrill of excitement, and she had to school
herself not to beg him through her gag. She felt her heart pound in her chest
as he lined up his finger with her entrance and slowly but surely slide into
her. When his finger was inside of her, Lindsay could no longer control
herself, and she let out a long, keening moan.

“God,” Erik said, his tone almost worshipful. “So tight. How
on earth am I going to fit inside you?”

Lindsay breathed heavily through her nose as Erik began to
slowly pump his digit in and out of her throbbing pussy. Lindsay shook in her
effort to remain perfectly still, and a light sweat was glistening on her skin.

“You’re being so good,” Erik praised her, and Lindsay felt
herself glow from his praise. “How about a little reward…”

Erik proceeded to press another of his fingers into her, and
Lindsay tightly gripped the metal frame of the bed. Her heart pounded in her
chest, and she felt like she was being slowly torn apart from the inside out as
he began to curl his fingers up against her g-spot. Lindsay could no longer control
her actions, and her hips bucked up off the bed. He laughed lightly, and she
feared that he would withdraw from her, but he did not.

In fact, Erik kept up his slow, torturous pace. Lindsay
experienced extreme pleasure, but he was careful to keep her just away from the
edge of no return. It was driving her crazy, and her head thrashed from side to
side as she was overwhelmed with the torturous sensations. Erik laughed gently,
and Lindsay moaned.

“Would you like me to remove the gag?” Erik asked her.

Lindsay did not answer, suspicious that this was some kind
of trap designed to trick her into disappointing him.

“Just nod if you would like the gag off,” Erik explained
patiently. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to set you up for failure.”

Lindsay hesitated a moment more, but then nodded slowly.
With one deft move, Erik untied the cloth securing her panties in her mouth,
and then plucked the garment out of her mouth. Lindsay worked her jaw for a
moment and licked at her lips to regain some moisture in her mouth.

“What do you say?” Erik prompted her, gently stroking her
hair.

“Thank you,” Lindsay answered, her voice croaking and dry.

“Very good,” Erik praised her. “I ungagged you for a very
important reason. Can you guess what that is?”

Lindsay thought for a long moment. She vaguely thought that
he just wanted to hear the sounds of her suffering more clearly, but she didn’t
dare say anything like that.

“No,” she finally answered, shaking her head.

“I’ll tell you,” Erik said, his voice soft. “I took it out,
because I need verbal consent before I enter you.”

Lindsay felt a shudder and a rush of excitement pass over
her body at the idea of his thickness plunging into her. Subconsciously, she
began to arch her hips up into the empty air.

“But more than just that…” Erik said, his tone growing
sinister. “I want to hear you
beg
for it.”

Just as he uttered those words, Lindsay gasped as she felt
the tip of his cock sliding up and down her entrance. She gasped and moaned
immediately, beside herself with her need.

“Oh God please!” she bit out desperately, frantically
bucking her hips in her haste. She heard Erik laugh and felt him secure her
hips with his hands.

“I’m not even sure what it is you really want,” Erik teased
her, always running his tip against her wet slit.

“I want you,” Lindsay said immediately. “I want your cock
inside of me, please, I can’t wait anymore… oh please, please, please….”

“You couldn’t even wait if I asked you to?” Erik posed the
question, and Lindsay whimpered piteously.

“Lindsay,” Erik said sharply. “If I told you to wait, would
you do it?”

Lindsay did not answer, but continued to whimper incoherent
pleas as her arousal built around her.

“Answer me,” Erik commanded.

“Yes!” Lindsay sobbed out, knowing very well that this
surely would not end well for her.

“Very good,” Erik soothed her, calming her somewhat. “You
seem pretty confident, now let’s put it to the test. You may not come until I
say so. Ready? Good.”

With that, Erik buried himself within her, and Lindsay
released a long scream of satisfaction. She felt her pussy walls latch onto him
as he filled her with his thickness, and she gasped every time his tip brushed
against his g-spot. He took up a demanding tempo, and Lindsay had no choice but
to hold on.

Much to her dread, Lindsay felt her orgasm approaching. She
tried hard to push it out of her mind, but the pleasure racking her body was
far too great. She knew she was in danger of disappointing him, and she feared
what the consequences would be.

“Please…” Lindsay breathed into his ear. “I won’t make it…
I’m going to come…”

“You’d better not,” Erik bit out through clenched teeth as
he maintained his incredible speed.

“Please,” Lindsay shook her head. “I don’t know how to make
it stop…”

“If you don’t figure it out,” Erik uttered, his tone dark
and foreboding. “I will ruin your orgasm- juts like Cassie.”

Lindsay choked aloud as fear overwhelmed her. She bit her
lip hard and tried everything in her power to regulate her breathing. She tried
to think of things to stave off her orgasm. But no matter what she did, she
seemed to stay on the very edge, only one mistake away from another ruined
orgasm. Her breathing became ragged, and she gasped for air as she grappled for
control.

Erik seemed unaffected, and he kept up his unrelenting pace.

“Erik!” Lindsay sobbed, real despair taking over as she felt
her orgasm threatening to overtake her.

“Lindsay…” he sighed in her ear, and she shuddered at his
gentler tone. “Oh God you feel so good…”

Lindsay felt a shudder run through her at his praise of her
body, but it was promptly ruined as she felt her inner walls begin to flutter
in climax. Lindsay moaned her defeat and felt hot tears build up behind her
eyes.

“I’m so sorry!” she gasped out. “I’m going to cummm, I can’t
stop it anymore!”

“
Then cum for me
,” Erik whispered lovingly into her
ear.

Just like that, Lindsay’s world unraveled as she was
propelled into the best orgasm of her life. Her muscles jerked and twitched
powerfully, and shockwaves seemed to shoot through her body. She was aware of a
euphoria the likes of which she could have never imagined just before she
passed out.

Lindsay awoke to find herself untied, and Erik dabbing her
head with a washcloth. She looked out the window to see that the sun had risen.
She felt horribly embarrassed, and she immediately moved about the room to
collect her clothes. Erik offered to make her breakfast but she refused. Her
mind was swirling with confused thoughts, and she wanted to go to her own home
to sort them out. Even so, before she left, Erik gave her his number, just in
case she ever wanted to talk.

Lindsay accepted it, and then quickly made for the door and
out to her car.

Once home, Lindsay took a shower and cleaned off the
remnants of their shared pleasures. The hot water helped her to clear her head.
The tiny red marks from the ropes on her wrist had already nearly faded to
nothing. Soon, there would be no physical reminders of her wild night. She
decided that she could easily chalk up the whole affair to intoxication. She
decided that the absolute best course of action would be to treat the night as
though it had never actually existed at all.

What ended up happening, was that Lindsay merely suppressed
her thoughts. Some part of her decided that it would be best to pretend that
nothing had ever happened at all. And for a good few weeks that worked. Even
when Cassie tried to bring up that night, Lindsay pushed her away. At first, it
had been awkward to share a cubicle, having been sexually intimate with one
another, and finally, Lindsay decided to clear the air.

“Look,” Lindsay said gently. “We were all drunk. We’re all
consenting adults. It was a lot of fun. And now it’s over, and we can all move
on with our lives.”

Cassie had accepted the words and taken them to heart.
Lindsay suspected that Cassie was having similar feelings to her own.

Lindsay also became an expert at avoiding Erik in the office.
If she ever so much as saw him out of the corner of her eye, she would turn the
exact opposite direction. She recognized that this behavior was childish, but
she could not thing of another way to end their interactions with one another.
And so, she soon fell into a routine of solitude that gave her mind some peace.

Soon, though, the stresses of repressing memories seemed to
be getting to her physically. She had started to feel sick in the mornings, and
she would feel faint in the middle of activities that had once been easy. At
first, she thought it was just a lack of sleep. She even went to a doctor, who
prescribed her some medication to help her het to bed at night. But even after
deliberate efforts to get more sleep, the problems persisted.

Lindsay vaguely worried if these were just incredibly strong
signs of her period coming up. She had certainly been known to react strongly
when it was her time of the month. So, she got out her calendar and checked. At
first, she was disappointed, as she was not due for her period for two weeks.
Then, she experienced a moment of cold dread as she realized something that had
escaped her notice before.

She had missed a period.

At first, Lindsay was frantic. How had she not noticed? She
was usually very well attuned to the things happening to her body.

Then, she felt the true panic set in. If she missed her
period, the most likely reason would be that she was pregnant. It had only been
a few weeks since her night of debauchery with Cassie and Erik. She was
positive that Erik had come inside of her, and they had not used any kind of
protection.

Needing to know for sure, Lindsay rushed over to the nearest
pharmacy and picked up several pregnancy tests. She had made use of them
promptly, pacing up and down her bathroom floor as she waited for the results. The
results of each of the tests were unanimous- Positive.

Lindsay was dismayed. How could she have ever been so
stupid? Having sex with her boss was bad enough, but now she was pregnant, and
it could only possibly be his baby. She had no idea what she could do in a
situation like this one, so she did the only thing that seemed logical.

She curled up in her bed and cried.

After Lindsay had gotten her emotional response out of the
way, she decided that she had to call Erik and tell him what was going on. She
knew that this conversation was going to be very hard for both of them, but it
was something she knew had to be done.

So, Lindsay found the number that Erik had given her all
those weeks ago and typed it into her phone. She took a deep breath, and then
pressed the call button.

The phone rang several times.

“Erik Davis,” the answer finally came, and Lindsay couldn’t
help but hesitate for a moment.

“Hi,” she finally managed. “It’s Lindsay.”

“Oh,” Erik said, and she could hear the shock in his voice.
“Well, hey. It’s been a while. How are you?”

Lindsay heard a genuine quality in his voice, and she
suddenly had the urge to cry.

“Not great, actually,” she laughed lightly, tears at the
edge of her voice.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, and she could clearly her how
concerned he was.

“It’s…” Lindsay started, but could not finish. “I don’t
really feel right talking about it on the phone.”

“Okay,” Erik said, his voice still firm with resolve. “Then
let’s meet up, right now. I’ll buy you dinner.”

“Oh, you don’t have to…” Lindsay protested.

“Nonsense,” Erik cut her off. “Let me buy you a nice meal,
and you can tell me what it is that’s bothering you. Okay?”

Lindsay thought it over for a moment. It really wasn’t a bad
idea, and it wasn’t like he couldn’t afford to but her dinner.

“Okay,” she finally agreed.

“Great,” he said. “Meet me at Frank’s in about fifteen?”

“Sounds good,” Lindsay said. “See you soon.”

With that, Lindsay hung up the phone. She gave herself a
brief once over in the mirror. She was still dressed from work, and that would
have to do. She gathered up the pregnancy tests and put them in a plastic bag,
which she then put in her purse. She went outside and got in her car, then
drove into the city to Frank’s, a classy restaurant that she usually only went
to for the most special occasions.

When she arrived, Erik was already outside waiting for her.
He smiled warmly as she approached.

“It’s good to see you again,” he said, but Lindsay kept her
distance, her heart heavy with the news she was about to tell him.

“You too,” she said, giving him a weak smile.

“Let’s go inside,” he said, gesturing toward the entrance,
and Lindsay obliged. A hostess led them to a secluded booth in the back.

A waiter promptly came toward them, and Erik immediately
turned to him.

“We’ll both have the chef’s plate, water, and we’ll have a
bottle of the house red,” Erik said simply. “Other than that, we wish to be
left alone for the remainder of the evening.”

“Of course,” the waiter smiled politely and nodded.

“There,” Erik folded his hands on top of the table and
smiled toward her. “Now nobody will be bothering us. We can talk about whatever
you want. You sounded upset over the phone. Is everything alright?”

Lindsay laughed bitterly. Everything was certainly not
alright. Before she could answer, the waiter returned with their water and
wine. Erik poured a glass and offered it to her, but she held up her hand to
decline.

“You really must try it,” Erik insisted. “It’s an incredible
blend, one of my favorites.”

“Well, I would love to try it,” Lindsay sighed, rubbing at
her eyes. “But I can’t.”

“Why ever not?” Erik frowned. “Have you stopped drinking?”

“Yes,” Lindsay laughed once again, the sound not at all
amused.

“I’m sorry,” Erik leaned back, confused. “I don’t see what’s
funny.”

“Well, I have to tell you,” Lindsay sighed long and
laboriously. “Is that the reason I’m not drinking, and the reason I’m upset… is
because I’m pregnant.”

Erik’s expression was one of well managed shock.

“Pregnant?” he mused, mostly to himself. “Well, was this…
intentional?”

“Not at all,” Lindsay shook her head, feeling her stomach
fill with dread.

“How…” Erik frowned and seemed to search for words. “When
did you find out?”

“Just today,” Lindsay answered.

“Are you absolutely certain?” Erik was more insistent.

Lindsay nodded, and reached into her purse to withdraw the
baggie of positive pregnancy tests. Erik’s brows furrowed as he examined all of
them. He silently handed back the baggie to Lindsay, and she concealed it once
more in her purse.

“So…” Erik said softly. “Do you know who the father is?”

Lindsay’s jaw clenched as she prepared to tell him the thing
she most dreaded to.

“Yes,” Lindsay answered, her voice shaky but resolute. “I
have only been with one man in the past year- you.”

Erik was silent, and he met her eyes full on across the
table. She saw a host of emotions pass through his eyes, and eventually he
released a long hiss of air from his nose. Silence stretched between them, and
Lindsay could no longer handle it.

“Look, this was a bad idea,” Lindsay laughed nervously.
“This isn’t your problem, it’s mine. I should have never bothered you. I’m
really sorry to have wasted your time and your money on this dinner. I’m going
to go home and just figure something out, I won’t bother you again, don’t worry
about anything…”

“Lindsay, stop,” Erik said firmly.

Lindsay immediately stopped talking and looked into her lap.
She was ashamed and horrifically embarrassed.

“Look at me,” he said, and Lindsay was helpless to refuse,
even as tears trickled over her face.

“Now you listen to me,” Erik said, his voice gentle but
resolute. “You are not bothering me. You are not wasting my time. You are certainly
not wasting my money. This was not a bad idea.”

Erik was quiet for a moment as he let those words sink in.

“I am so glad that you told me,” he went on, his voice
clearly showing his emotion. “I have to say, this certainly wasn’t planned,
but… somehow it just feels right.”

Lindsay felt a prick of surprise.

“I know that this seems frightening to you,” Erik said,
reaching across the table to hold her hand. “It’s frightening to me as well.
And I won’t pretend to be an expert in this area. But no matter what I promise
that we are going to get through this together. I
promise
.”

Lindsay felt tears pricking at her eyes, and a beaming smile
of happiness and relief spread across her features. She began to sob quietly in
the booth, and Erik scooted close to her, wrapping her up in his arms and
slowly rocking her back and forth.

“You’re alright, you’re alright,” he murmured again and
again into her ear, pushing her hair out of her face and pressing soft kisses to
her head.

And as his words registered in her mind, Lindsay truly felt
hope well up inside her in spite of her situation. Because when he told her she
was alright, she couldn’t help but believe him.