Unorthodox Therapy (19 page)

“Trust me, I don't need you to cut me to realize I hate it.”

His calm voice completely eased my mind after the earlier moment of shock.

“If I'm honest, I'm glad to hear it. The truth is that blood makes me feel uncomfortable and I may not be very efficient at it. I’ve watched a friend of mine perform electrical play on her sub. It can be an amazing experience with low voltage. Also...” It was somehow cute to hear him stutter and pause, as a contrast to his usual confidence. “Well, I am not so well-versed in impact play. I was never properly trained to perform electrical play either. I’d never try any kink without knowing the safety procedures well enough first, especially with someone as green as you. Feeling better?”

“Yes. Sorry, I...”

“It's fine, Lina. You're allowed to be a little irrational. This is all so new to you, but don't snap at me during scenes or I’ll have to put you in your place.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon calling each other back and forth until our questionnaires were filled in. After some comparison, it turned out we were pretty compatible. It took some arguing before we agreed on the different nuances of humiliation and degradation. Luckily, Thomas hadn't marked anything that made me sick. My episode of horror faded as I went through his preferences and the pleasant tingling came back. All the possibilities of depravity made my body and mind rejoice.

I had no idea if I was really doing it to give up smoking, but during that blissful Sunday afternoon, thoughts of my naughty sexual surrender supplanted any nicotine craving.

However, fantasy slowly blended into reality and reason started its battle with lust. It no longer seemed like such an amazing idea. The horror of the potential consequences rushed back in while I was hovering over my desk, trembling with anticipation at Thomas's imminent arrival. Naughty games at the office? Worst plan ever. How would it be possible to concentrate on work after he had finished playing with me? I should have made it clear we shouldn’t fuck in the office.

When I asked him what his plans were, his answer was an enigmatic, “You should be kept guessing.”

Fuck, I need a cigarette.

Those thoughts must have consumed my mind completely. I failed to hear the clicking of the door or the footsteps. A pair of hands slid up from behind and fondled my ass under my A-line skirt. All my anxieties went down the drain when he pressed his lips to my neck and peppered it with small kisses. I was on the edge of moaning when his teeth dragged down my earlobe, teasing but not quite sinking in. The thrill of such a small action reverberated through my entire body. The small spot he had brushed with the tip of his tongue grew so sensitive it was unbearable. When Thomas placed his palms against the thin fabric of my blouse and squeezed my breasts, reason finally kicked in.

“Good morning, my pet,” he whispered and pinched my nipples through my bra. I pulled my legs together just to realize I was much wetter than I thought. Damn it. “That's a sight I can get used to, even if you are overdressed. You followed my instructions so well I think you deserve a reward.”

Was he going to replace my nicotine addiction with raging nymphomania?

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” I hissed in an attempt to hide how horny I was. Thomas snickered at my indignation. He kept fondling my tits and grinding his crotch against me. “Someone may walk in any minute. You can't just do as you please in here.”

“You shouldn't worry about that, little one. The door is locked.” He undid the first few buttons and stretched his hands down the tops of my breasts, protected by the thin layer of my bra. “What are you afraid of?” His teeth continued their teasing ritual all over my neck as he kept playing with my nipples, pinching and twisting them. “The office is empty. Katie won't be at her desk for at least another hour. It's safe enough to make you scream.”

“You're out of your fucking mind.” My body was trembling as he pinned it against the desk in spite of my angry words. I was barely able to catch my breath while he kept playing with my hardened nipples.

“I'd be careful with my tone if I were you, pet. Don't forget you agreed to obey.” He ran his tongue over my collarbone and bit the upper part of my breast. “I find your rebellious streak amusing but you shouldn't forget who your Master is.”

“You said you would respect my working space and not disgrace me.”

Thomas pressed his fingers to my lips and went back to running his teeth down my earlobe. He was becoming an expert at recognizing my weak spots.

“It's up to you whether you disgrace yourself, sweetness. Maybe this is what you secretly crave?” he uttered, in an even lower tone with wicked notes that thrilled me to the core. “Would you enjoy it if Katie walked in to find you bent over, gagged, filled with my cock, and fucked like a horny little slut?”

“W-what?” I gasped and raised my ass to meet the grinding movements of his hips. It was as if my body had a different agenda to my mind. I was slowly taking control of my lust. “Thomas, this is insane. We can't be fooling around in the office.”

“Oh, Lina, I’ve no intention of fooling around. That is for people who aren't serious. I'll just take what is mine and fuck your brains out on the desk until it creaks.” His sinister tone was like an aphrodisiac to my tingling nipples and clit. The image of him acting upon his words made my juices flow even more.

I couldn't. Business and pleasure should not mix. I’d have to stand my ground.

“Thomas, I don't want this.”

“Really?” His fingers immediately let go of my nipples and I cried out in frustration. The conflicting emotions were messing up my brain. “So you're saying I'll find your panties perfectly dry if I raise your pretty skirt?”

I squirmed and writhed under him, torn between the wish to beg him to fuck me raw and the need to keep control of myself.

“Please, I really don't want anyone to learn...”

He chuckled and took a step back after kissing my neck with affection.

“So you're saying no?” Thomas yanked my hair back to make me look at his eyes. “I'm not a rapist, pet, so I'll respect your wish, but just have in mind there will be serious consequences to your choice. Just remember you were the one who said no.” He gave my ass a playful smack and retreated, still chuckling quietly.

Maybe I should have let him fuck me and got it out of my system, but the inhibitions I had based my philosophy on were too strong to be beaten so fast.

“Still, I need to do my inspection, Lina. Button your blouse up and place your hands back where they were. Keep your legs apart. Your thighs shouldn't touch.”

Thomas worked his way around my desk and regarded me with an unreadable expression. He kept talking slowly while I followed his orders with shaking fingers. “I'm benevolent about some things but the ground rules are non-negotiable. I'll always be checking your office for secret stashes, as well as your breath. Don't try to hide it with mints. If I ever catch you red-handed, you'll be punished at my discretion. You’d have no right to complain then. Do you understand?”

“You won't find anything, Thomas. I had my last pack on Friday. The one I left at your house.” It was much easier to get back to my coherent, intelligent self when he wasn't in a direct contact with me.

“Maybe. But we shouldn't detour from the main reason why we started this... business arrangement.”

Years earlier, when we moved into the new office, I’d told Thomas about all the places where I would hide my emergency cigarettes. Sometimes, after a very long period of abstinence, the need attacked me, just like last Friday morning. I was good at blocking the memory of where my secret stashes were. If only I could have forgotten my bad habits so easily. As silly as it may have been, I was better at blocking the memory of the stashes' locations than dealing with my bad habits. Digging through all the drawers and falling into a deeper state of panic wasn't the most efficient technique. He had earned my trust enough by then. He was always eager to make coffee or help me out with my more personal needs.

So, Thomas knew all of my hot spots, and the chances of stashing anything away were minimal.

What if I failed? What if it was all in vain and I was just a fake sub? Wait, what? Since when was my goal to be a true submissive?

Thomas checked through all the drawers of my desk with a slow, meticulous precision, in full silence. His green eyes were focused on the task, steely, not giving away a hint of what was happening behind them. He moved to the filing cabinets, whistling an unclear tune, completely ignoring my presence.

I was still shaking with arousal, and I wondered if it was too late to beg him to come back. The heat radiating between my thighs was leaving hot streaks of wetness down my skin. The lace panties were clinging to me, adding pressure to my already aching, engorged clit. His whole inspection of my stashes couldn’t have lasted more than a few minutes, but it felt like an hour. I was holding the position without the chance to touch myself and find relief in any way, in an impassive silence. The only way I could indulge myself was by stealing glances at Thomas when his back was turned. I could slide my hungry gaze down his sinewy shoulder blades under the shirt.

How could I not have noticed his quiet inner strength and subtle allure? Maybe I had missed seeing them, being too busy to keep him at an arms' length.

I loved when he had my body pinned down under his and his sultry voice whispered shameful fantasies in my ear. They were too scary for me to say out loud. My wish to satisfy those carnal urges clashed with the fear of fully giving in. As a result, my throat was tied in a knot of frustration.

Those confused emotions were further complicated by the horror when Thomas snatched a pack of cigarettes from the false bottom compartment on one of my filing cabinets. He turned back and raised them for me to see with a sadistic smile.

“Uh-oh, what do we have here? Someone has been a very bad girl. What did I say about keeping these around, pet?” His teasing voice added to my confusion.

“But, Thomas, I... I completely forgot those were in there. Honestly! You know I keep them in all sort of places and I often forget about them. I didn't try to cheat.” My voice reeked of despair.

“Maybe you are telling the truth, Lina. Maybe...”

“I am, damn it!” I was getting angry. Did he really believe I could switch so easily? “Besides, I had no idea I'd be giving up cigarettes last Friday. Once I arrived this morning, I did nothing but stand as you ordered and wait. How could I have cleaned up?”

He rubbed his chin and twirled the pack in his left hand without saying a word. My face flamed hot with frustration.

“Thomas, I swear–”

“Save your breath, Lina. I trust you. And still...” He flipped the box and caught it mid-air. “This is a perfect occasion to hammer home the point of what punishment feels like. It would motivate you to behave like a good girl. Hike your skirt around your waist and bend over the desk.”

“What?” My jaw dropped. Thomas kept his amused smile but it didn't reach his eyes.

“You heard me. I think we need to continue your Friday lesson now. You must be familiar with the consequences. I'm not sure if bare bottom spanking will do the trick but we're pressed for time, so...”

“Y-you can't spank me in my own office. This is just...” The most disgraceful, humiliating, erotic idea I'd ever heard of. It was so inappropriate and crazy but it kindled my sensual desire to a boiling hot point.

“I caned you on Friday and you're afraid of a little spanking, pet?” He smirked and rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. “We both know you crave it.”

“But that was... different. We were outside of work and I... When I'm in the office, I'm the damned leader and this kills the balance.”

Thomas put the pack of cigarettes in the back pocket of his jeans and strolled to me with a lazy walk.

“And you have to learn that nothing bad will happen if you give in to your submissive urges. You're a good boss, Lina.” He moved past me and placed his palm in the middle of my back. “It isn't anyone's business what you do in your office outside of working hours. Besides, you didn't mark spanking as a hard limit, did you?”

“N-no, but–”

“Then enough with your nonsense,” Thomas hissed in my ear and grabbed a lock of my hair again, yanking it until I cried out. “I won't waste one more second in meaningless discussions over simple orders. Just accept you're not the one calling the shots with me. You do as you're told when I instruct you. No witty comebacks. Do you understand?” He added emphasis to his words by slamming his palm against my butt. The fabric of my skirt softened the blow but it still made my flesh sting. My pussy muscles clenched with need. There was no denying my traitorous body craved it, but could I allow myself to become a slave to those basic instincts?

“Y-yes.”

“Sir,” he whispered and pushed my upper body down onto the desk. “I let you off the hook because you were new, but now I insist on protocol. You'll call me Sir each time we're alone and in a scene.”

“What?” I leaned forward and my breasts crushed against the desk. My rear was raised for his hands to stroke and squeeze. “This is ridiculous.”

“Once again, you're back talking. Bad pet.” I held my breath in anticipation of another slap on my bottom. It made the shock even stronger when his fingers simply raked down the denuded skin of my neck. “What would you prefer, little one? Master?” Thomas leaned forward to kiss my earlobe. “Daddy?”