Unorthodox Therapy (11 page)

“You should have asked, Lina. You knew I was absolutely crazy for you from the moment I saw you.” Thomas's teeth sank hard into my collarbone and left a purple mark at the bottom of my neck. My soft moan of pleasure increased my shame, but the flesh often had a different agenda than the mind. The pain was unexpected and laced with pleasure, especially when his soft tongue moved in circles around the place where he’d bit me. Then, without further ado, Thomas smacked his hard palm against my ass cheek and raked his nails into it.

“What was that for?” I cried out at the swift spanking and he repeated the pattern on my other cheek. The pain that ran through me was stinging and rough, punishing rather than playful, but as he dug his fingers into my soft flesh, the fire of physical discomfort crept down my heated skin. It mingled with the pleasurable sensations of his touch. He was quick to react and landed another hard palm on my burning cheek. There was no time to protect myself from the rush of lust. It was shocking to hear my own loud groan of bliss and longing.

“That was for trying to rile me up, for thinking you could get the upper hand with your sexy body. Also, for talking back instead of following orders like a good pet should.” Thomas raised his hand again and I squeezed my butt muscles in expectation of the next harsh blow, but it never happened. He stood there with a sinister smile and enjoyed the sight of me squirming in anticipation.

“Interesting,” he said and rubbed his chin. “You enjoy it way too much. I would have never thought you might be into pain.”

“W-what? No, I'm not...”

Thomas waved his hand dismissively and took a step away from my shivering frame. The pleasant burning from his spanking made my clit throb even harder. If he continued, I'd soon form a puddle at my feet.

“What a shame,” he uttered. “It's a crime all your beauty should be covered up with those clothes your wear to work. You ought to be forbidden from wearing any clothes except for hot lingerie and a leather collar.”

I knew I'd probably get more spanking for the next sassy retort but I said it anyway. Maybe punishment was what I secretly craved.

“Not only have you watched too much BDSM porn but you've already mixed it with reality.”

He grinned and reached out between my breasts to undo the bra clasp. It thrilled me to have him take it off for me. He was depriving me of any protection as he roughly took it off, pushing the straps down my forearms and baring my breasts, one of my symbols of sexuality and allure. I’d never known how erotic vulnerability could be before this moment. He discarded it on the ground without blinking an eye. I expected him to start fondling and squeezing my breasts. Instead, he focused his efforts on my gumdrop-shaped nipples. He tugged them even harder than before and twisted them slowly, testing the limits of my body and mind.

“Did you ever play with yourself at the office, minx?” Thomas pinched the delicate tips and made me groan and squeeze my legs. He pulled them harshly once more and uttered in a firm, reprimanding voice, “Did I tell you could pull your thighs together? Did I? Open wide and answer the question, pet.”

“No!” The erotic pain he was putting me through killed my efforts to remain focused. I realized how much I longed for him to skip the whole “therapy” bullshit and simply push my panties aside and fuck my brains out. “N-never. Why would you...”

Thomas leaned forward and bit my nipple savagely. The sensation was stronger than anything he had done to me so far, and for a moment, I saw a white light flash before my eyes.

“You know, I don't understand how you've gotten so far in life without being able to follow simple rules, Lina. I thought I was clear. Don’t ask questions and don't lie to me.”

“But I'm not lying. I never touched myself at work.” I tried to sound as sincere as possible and gave him a pleading look as he smiled.

“Really, tigress? I remember many times when I accidentally walked into your office just to catch you panting and red-faced.” He kissed the bright purple mark left by his teeth. “I love my job, don't get me wrong, but it was so much fun when I was your assistant. I got to know all your dirty secrets.”

“What dirty secrets?” The pain in my breast was acute and throbbing, even with the comfort of his tender tongue.

Thomas placed his hand on my inner thigh and dipped his fingers in the thick film of sweat and pussy juices covering my skin.

“Mmm, I don't know, boss. I remember this one time we had a boardroom meeting.” When he continued speaking, my fingers twitched. Thomas noticed and immediately slapped my wrist. The impact was not as strong as the bite but still enough to draw my attention. “So, there you were, preparing the last details of the presentation. You were breathing hard, like a woman who was just fucked.” Thomas speared his fingers in front of my face to show the glistening juices running down his knuckles. “I already knew you well enough. You were never shy or nervous at all about pitching your ideas. You had received your nicotine fix. Besides, I could smell you so clearly...” He brought his fingers closer to my lips so I could smell my own spicy fluids. “You were horny, weren't you? Like a bitch in heat. If only you’d been honest back then I would have taken care of you.”

“These are all speculations, Thomas.” Why did he have to be so observant? The thought he had known all these years embarrassed me but it also thrilled me.

“Oh, yes?” He ran his digits down my neck, coating me with the evidence of how stupidly horny I was. “It was the only time while I was working for you when you got mad at me. I lied and told you I'd forgotten my
iPad
so I'd have an excuse to go back to your office.”

I remembered. I'd snapped at him and demanded angrily that he get back as soon as possible. Later, I’d felt guilty for being such a bitch to him. Thomas got a profound apology and it never happened again.

“Yes, but–”

“You were in such a hurry you had forgotten to lock your door.” He smirked and brought his fingertips to my face so he could continue coating me. I breathed out and closed my eyes in shame. He was right. My bad habits were running a mile long. “Can you imagine my surprise when I pulled your executive chair, boss?” Thomas licked the remains of my juices from his fingers. “Have you ever tasted yourself after fingering? Do you lick the vibrators after using them?”

“Thomas, please...”

“Why, Lina? The sight of your chair with a thin film of juices you’d had no time to clean up was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen in my life.” He moved behind me and pulled my hair so his lips could continue their sensual attack on my neck. Thomas wrapped his fist around several locks of hair and yanked my head back harder. “Take your panties off. I want your pussy and ass fully available.”

He went back to kissing and breathing in the scent of my skin as I obeyed his command. My mind was begging me to stop acting like a horny slut but Thomas had me under his spell. The humiliation of having my occasional dirty habits revealed was a huge blow to my pride, but it was so damned sexy... and liberating? I stepped out of the sopping piece of silk and revealed my glistening lady parts. Thomas's fingers quickly found my swollen inner lips and stroked them roughly, causing the blood to rush to my pink flesh. He brushed them across the slit to collect more of my saucy secretions.

“Open your mouth.” Thomas shoved three fingers between my lips without any warning, forcing me to taste my own cunt. I wasn't a prude but the idea of having to lick my own body fluids was a bit repulsive. There was nowhere for me to go. He was jerking my hair back and pushing his fingers down my throat. The juices had a slightly tangy flavor and a very strong, sweet taste. The fact they were so profuse made my shame resurface. How could I enjoy this sick game so much? He was stripping me of my dignity and reducing me to a horny, ravenous animal, and I was responding by gushing streams of juice.

“That's a good girl, Lina,” he whispered in my ear. “Lick my fingers clean and see what a horny thing you are.”

I squeezed my needy pussy walls, wishing he would spend more time touching me. If he had pushed his fingers inside me or rubbed my G-spot, I would have cum immediately. My body writhed in his strong grip and I surrendered to the order as the haze of lust took over. I licked and sucked Thomas's fingers as if they were his cock, forcing their way in and punishing my wide-open mouth.

“That day was such a revelation to me.” Thomas pulled his fingers out and wrapped them around my throat, applying just the lightest possible pressure, a caress rather than choking. “When I saw you for the first time I thought you were a goddess, the ultimate fantasy. You appeared so flawless and unreachable for basic human passions. A larger than life statue of marble.” In other circumstances, I'd have teased him for this ridiculous poetic expression. It was so untypical of him. Right then, though, I sensed tears brimming in my eyes. Why did people always have such high expectations of me?

“How can you blame me for being imperfect and human?” my husky voice croaked as I struggled to swallow the sobs of agony.

“On the contrary.” There was nothing erotic about the simple kiss Thomas placed on my forehead. He was touching my throat with tenderness and his thumb was smoothing my skin. “It made me realize how wrong I was to put you on a pedestal. You're not made of lifeless stone. You're a woman with secrets, desires, dreams and flaws, red-blooded and erotic.” He breathed in my ear and pulled me closer to him. His hard erection was rubbing against my thigh and the lace of my stocking. “A woman who has an unexpected adventurous side begging to be explored. You need to have your pussy filled. You crave to be fucked within an inch of your life, don’t you? I bet there haven't been many who have fucked you like you deserve.”

If he had spoken these words in his living room, I'd probably have slapped him hard and left, but by then I was conquered with need and aching. Thomas was slowly pushing my buttons, releasing all those sides of me I’d been too ashamed of. In this moment, his words were the most beautiful I'd ever heard.

My body relaxed against him until I felt the sudden pressure of his finger in my rear. I jolted and attempted to move away, surprised by his actions. Thomas moved his hand back to my sweaty hair and whispered.

“Are you a virgin here?” His fingers, well soaked with slick juices, probed at the puckering rose of my asshole and made their way past the anal ring. “Or has some lucky bastard had the pleasure of opening up that ass?”

“Thomas...”

“Relax, Lina. I know what I’m doing.” He kept a firm grasp of my hair and slid his finger further inside me, expanding the narrow passage. “So tell me, what were you thinking of when you had your fingers buried in your pretty tight cunt? Go ahead, boss, show me how dirty you can be.” Thomas pushed his digit to the first knuckle in my ass and I whimpered in mortification. He was touching spots that turned me into a complete mess of a whore. After the first time, I’d always refused anal to my lovers, but now my former assistant was slowly claiming my ass and the juices were flowing down my dirty thighs. The shame burned inside me like a hot iron.

“Why are you torturing me?” I could no longer hold in my desperate purrs of need.

“Lina, you're really testing my patience here.” His voice was calm and even amused. “I asked you two questions and I require your answer. Trust me, the punishment I have in mind for your disobedience will not be one you will enjoy.”

His statement broke me out of my spell and brought my rebellious side to the surface. As Thomas kept playing with my ass, I turned to him and challenged him with my best mischievous voice.

“Why, what are you going to do? Bend me over your knee for a good night spanking?”

This time, there was no pleasure in the stinging slap on my already burning ass cheeks. I heard myself howling as Thomas left a very distinctive mark on the left one. Tears began to flow down my face as he picked up his rhythm and alternated harsh blows with softer ones. He left signs of his claws and bit my shoulder, not giving me time to get used to the new sensation. My confused mind was wandering between the two extreme ends of the spectrum – intense pain and maddening desire. I cried against the abuse of my tender flesh but I was also in need of more. Thomas chuckled when I raised my bruised ass cheeks as if inviting him.

“If you continue sassing me, pet, I promise you will have a hard time sitting down Monday. Are you already enough of a masochist?” He pushed his finger deep in my ass in one rough movement. Even with his wet fingers, it was dry and uncomfortable but the invasion into my forbidden hole heightened my lust. “Now tell me your dirty fantasies, Lina. Don’t worry, I'm not fooling myself even for a second that you thought of me back then.”

“It's... so embarrassing, Thomas. Don't make me...”

“I won't judge, pet.” He gave me a tender, reassuring kiss on the cheek and caressed my hair. “I won't use anything you say against you. Tell me now.”

Thomas didn't stop fingering me until my anal hole adjusted. He touched my breasts and pulled them hard when I started talking.

“I... had this fantasy situation in my mind. It calmed me down when even cigarettes couldn't.”

He kissed my forehead and encouraged me with a harder rotation in my tight asshole. Then his fingers went back to my enlarged labia and squeezed to extract more juices. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so drenched and needy.

“Keep talking, Lina.”

“It happens in my ocean-side house. I go there with two male friends – not people I know in life, just... in this scenario they're friends who come with me for the weekend.”