Unorthodox Therapy (14 page)

“You fucking bastard!” I hissed and clenched my fists, trying to stretch the tight ropes. My breasts were heaving up and down, my breathing erratic. The tight muscles of my calves and arms hurt as if set on fire but I couldn't move. The knots allowed me to move a little but were too well tied for anything more. Any thought of escape was unthinkable. It didn't relieve me of the anger. The fact he was still laughing at me made it worse. “You made me open up to you and now you're laughing? Fuck you, Thomas!”

He chuckled and reached out to grab me by the chin again. I made an attempt to move my head aside but his movements were much quicker.

“My, what language.” His green eyes sparkled with amusement. “I guess I should punish you for your potty mouth, but you’re adorable when you curse. I’m afraid your list of offences grows, Miss Riley. This evening you told me about two of your lovers. Both of them sound like they were unworthy to even touch your feet, and you actually let those imbeciles fuck you?” Thomas tutted and slapped my cheek gently. “I'm very disappointed. Listen now...” His tone grew serious as his palm wrapped around my jaw. Thomas pulled the string of the nipple clamps and another strong pang of pain ran through my fleshy breasts. “Your anal master was an idiot with a chip on his shoulder who hadn't realized what a precious gift he could have. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Well, except for your choice of partners. He was the one who had no idea how to earn your submission and turned instead to good ol’ abuse.” His lips brushed briefly against mine and his whisper made me tingle in pleasure. “By the way, if I ever call you 'slut', it will be a huge compliment and you should feel proud.”

Without saying anything more, Thomas ran his tongue down my collarbone and slid his fingers up my sore arms. I enjoyed the sensation of being helpless but it was straining to be kept in this position, so I sighed with relief when he started untying the complicated knots and released me. The rough red marks were etched across my wrists and ached. Thomas began to massage them slowly and placed another gentle kiss on my mouth.

I nearly groaned in frustration. Did he plan not to allow me to cum?

“However, you just squeezed your hands again.” He chuckled and took a step back from me. “On your knees, pet.” There was no need for much persuasion. My knees had turned to jelly from the moment he landed the first caning strike. “Mmm...” Thomas uttered with satisfaction as I tumbled down. The rough concrete of the floor scratched my skin. “You look so good, like a defeated maiden. Now...” He picked up the stubbed cigarette from the ashtray on the floor and lit it again. I never believed I'd feel it but the moment I saw the small tobacco stick, my stomach churned with mild revulsion. It didn't last too long, but there was none of my earlier urgency to indulge in it. “You'll smoke that cigarette. I want you to stare at the tip and fully concentrate on the smoke as it goes inside you. Can you do that?”

“Y-yes...” My reluctance made him smile and he placed the cigarette in my open mouth. I pulled the smoke in without enthusiasm, trying to focus entirely on the physical sensation. There was no time to ponder why Thomas was allowing me to give in to the habit he despised so much. The memory of the first cane strike resurfaced when I felt the nasty taste fill my mouth. There was none of the peace and comfort, which had always gone hand-in-hand with the act of smoking.

A cough shattered my lungs when Thomas ripped the cigarette from my mouth. He threw it on the ground and crushed it under his foot. I'd been so focused on the flame and smoke I hadn't caught the sound of a zipper being pulled down. The next thing I knew, Thomas rubbed his cock against my partly opened lips as he grabbed me by the hair. He was holding his painfully throbbing shaft by the base, its transparent precum oozing onto my tongue. When I made an attempt to lick the tip and show him the best of my skills, Thomas rammed his entire length directly down my throat.

“Like I said, you need to prove you're a slut, Lina. This craving to put things in your mouth is curious. Next time you need to insert a phallic object between your lips, you may suck my cock. Trust me, I'll never say no.” His grin grew even wider. “Besides, your dirty mouth needs to be punished.”

Thomas grabbed my head on both sides with his strong palms. He started fucking my mouth in savage thrusts with a wicked gleam in his eyes. His full, pulsing cock head reached the back of my throat and a pair of heavy balls pounded against my chin, leaving more marks. My gagging filled the room as I tried to handle his massive penis, slobbering all over it to make it fit my throat. Never had it occurred to me that Thomas would be so well-endowed, and now he was taking his revenge on my defenseless throat. For the first time, his natural dominance subsided at the pleasure I was giving him with my wet lips. His moans matched the intensity of my choking sounds as he suffocated me with his cock. Even then, though, his grasp on my flowing hair didn't loosen for a second. Thomas gyrated his hips, fucking my throat as deeply as he could. Time and time again, he'd pull out so I could catch my breath. The frothy saliva streamed down my chin and chest. Tears of effort mixed with spit and precum but I ignored them. The need to prove myself to Thomas and show him how good I really could be moved to the top of my priorities. During one of the pauses when he released my throat, I pounced and ran my tongue up his entire length, licking it eagerly, tracing the tip of my tongue against his throbbing veins. I ran my lips down his entire length. I sucked him deep, lubing the rock hard penis with my warm, wet mouth.

Thomas was staring at me with glazed eyes, still with his hands in my hair. He allowed me to move on my own and lather his skin, to worship his cock. The bliss of my expert blow-job softened his facial features.

“That's my good girl,” he whispered and stroked my smudged cheek. “You're amazing at this. I'm tempted to bind you to my bed and have you service my cock whenever I see fit.” The thought of being his cock-sucking slave was infuriating and yet a part of me tingled at the thought.

Thomas pulled out and slapped my face with his fat shaft. He was rubbing the mixed fluids of his precum and my profusely dripping spit. He held himself and pressed the oozing tip against my cheek, tracing my facial features with it. I'd completely given up on worrying whether his actions degraded me.

“Will you be my good pet, Lina?” he uttered in a desperate, husky voice, the first time I’d caught any nervousness in his eyes during the evening. The summit of his thick cock was palpitating like a heart at the entrance of my wet lips. “Will you submit to me and allow me to change you?”

Saying no would have meant an end to everything. His sexual domination was way too delicious to give up, but how far would he take my transformation if I agreed? I kissed his purple head and whispered in a seductive voice, hoping to earn some time.

“I'll... I'll try, Thomas, but please, let me cum. I’m begging you.”

“All in due time, Lina.” He prodded my mouth again. “Suck me now. Show me how much you love serving. There is no need to deny it.” I blew warm air on his tip and swirled my tongue around it while Thomas stared at me hungrily. “You've been such a good girl, even if I had to constantly put you in line. You're lucky I like my subs bratty and sassy. A stricter Master wouldn't have let you get away with so much. Still... you earned your reward, my pet.”

Thomas pulled his cock out of my mouth and reached around to smack my ass again.

“Do you enjoy pain, Lina? Do you get you wet when I hurt you?” As if he didn't know already. My nipples were almost numb and adjusted to the weight of the metal on them. His question was followed by a series of soft smacks on my ass that made me wince and arch my neck with delight.

“I love it when you spank me...” My eyes narrowed into half slits and I writhed like a snake, amazed at how sensitive I was. I hadn't thought I could get any wetter. “The clamps feel good, but the cane was too much.”

Thomas chuckled and reached out to the metal device attached to my breasts.

“It was meant to be too much, pet. How would you learn discipline if I gave you only sensations you enjoyed?” He pulled the chain one more time, like a cat toying with a string. “Caning can be a rather sensual experience, though. If you're a good girl I'll show you someday. Now, let's see how much more pain you can endure. I'm far from finished with you.”

This guy didn't believe in easing people into the experience, but as overwhelmed as I was, I'd simply die if he stopped now. The sweat was coating me like a shining second skin. I was burning with the need to find relief. That was the moment Thomas began to unscrew the clamp from my left nipple. As soon as the restrained blood pumped back into my heaving breast, I screamed at the top of my lungs. The tender flesh of my nipples felt as if someone had been twisting and fondling them for hours. The acute pain poured into me like a powerful drug. How could such torment bring me so much unexpected pleasure? Thomas caressed the aching bud of my breast. The erotic impulse of the simple motion went straight to my brain and was almost enough to make me cum. My blood circulation was slowly coming back to normal but I kept writhing, caught between the intense ache and heightened, twisted pleasure.

“Well, it looks like we have ourselves a masochist in the making. What do you feel, Lina?” He kept tapping on my breasts in a light, tender way. Even those small caressing movements enhanced my sensitivity.

“That hurt like hell. It's as if you’ve put a knife through my nipples, but it makes me so wet when you touch me.”

Thomas smirked and ran his hand down the curve of my ass. The gleam of mischief flashed in his gaze again. I knew him well enough to be sure it meant nothing good.

“So... anal slut, huh? Stay on your knees.”

He kissed the top of my head and went back to the wardrobe. Seriously, more toys? When was he going to finally give in and fuck me? I could see his painfully hard erection as he rummaged through his gear. In other circumstances, the temptation to tease him would have been strong, but doing that now, while my ass was still throbbing with punishing pain, would be a bad idea.

A whole eternity later, Thomas came back carrying several objects in his hands. One of them was a steel device curved in the form of a letter J with a large ball at one end and a wide loop at the other.

It took me a minute to recognize it as an anal hook. He held it casually in his hand together with a long, purple version of the Hitachi magic wand.
Oh god
.

“What...” The question died on my lips as Thomas placed his equipment on the table. He took a bottle of lube and poured a generous amount of it all over his fingers and the spherical end of the hook. “No, please, I haven't had anything more than fingers in my ass for years. I'm not ready. Please...”

“Nonsense.” He smirked and knelt next to me again, spreading my cheeks with slippery fingers. “I've been preparing your ass the entire evening. You're a strong girl. I'm sure you can take it. Besides, you should be proving your sluttiness.” My hole was already gaping as he slid in three digits without any effort. “I bet you'd feel amazing around my cock.”

“Then why don't you fuck me already?” I gave him an imploring look.

“I'm not convinced you really want it.” Thomas slithered the round smooth ball into my ass. It was cold enough by itself, but the lube coating must have been a cooling gel. The metal slid deep into my well-extended tunnel, getting colder by the minute as the warm walls of flesh wrapped around it. I winced as if Thomas had filled me with icicles. My tight muscles contracted around the sex toy, as if by instinct. All those long forgotten sensual spots I’d discovered during my previous anal adventures were brushed by the smooth steel. In one short instant, the old, forgotten lust I’d tried to bury resurfaced. This time, it came without the slippery tentacles of guilt. The bliss lasted only until Thomas wrapped his fingers around a lock of my hair.

“Not convinced? What the hell? How much wetter do I have to get before you’ll see I need to be fucked.”

Thomas tutted, and the cold feeling in my ass transformed into a chill of terror. He started gathering my hair into a ponytail with one of the silky ropes he had used on my wrists earlier. Just like the entire evening, he didn't give me much time to protest and started tying the other end of the restraint to the round loop at the end of the hook. I groaned in pain when the tight rope stretched me and stung my scalp, pulling my head back. The rounded end of the hook pressed against my backside, opening my butt wider for Thomas's pleasure.

“You're still trying to control the situation. I need to break your pride down. The fact you're sopping wet won't persuade me. You can’t demand, little one.”

I closed my eyes, trying to fight the harsh pressure on my arched frame. The discomfort of the position got worse as he ran his fingers over my drenched pussy lips. His gentle movement was followed by another smack directly on the clit. I gritted my teeth and gave him my most defiant expression when his hand made contact with my cunt again.

“I'll beg only when hell freezes over.” Oh fuck, why was I doing it to myself? Thomas was strong-willed enough, and his composure during the entire evening had proved it, but the need to fight him prevailed, as if my mind was separated in two. Just a few minutes earlier I had been asking like a good girl and now my demanding, rebellious side had kicked in.

He only chuckled and picked up the purple magic wand.

“We're in for a very long night, little girl. What a brat you are.”

I swallowed painfully. This device was not named the
Cadillac
of vibrators for no reason and it was sure to melt whatever defiant inclinations I had. Thomas plugged the cord into an outlet I hadn't noticed before and the big massaging head came to life and started rotating with a loud buzzing sound.