Unorthodox Therapy (36 page)

I dropped down onto one of the chairs and buried my head in my palms. I should have known better than to fall so hard for her. I’d been so convinced I’d win her heart and her submission. I never even thought my plan would fail. That one date was the bright flame that had kept me going through the last few weeks.

The colder she got, the more my anger grew. I knew she didn’t owe me anything and yet that malice wouldn’t let me rest at all, fueled by my unrequited feelings. Whenever Lina left on those Saturday mornings, it would take me the entire day to get over the frustration. She was getting more and more submissive, especially when I kept her horny and on the edge, but other than that, I felt I couldn’t reach out for her. I wanted at least one more sign that what we shared was more than just kinky sex, but it never happened.

I jumped with a start when the doorbell rang. I felt a glimmer of hope but also the burning sting of anger. Had my pet come for one last fucking before she cast me aside?

I knew I shouldn’t open the door at all and let her in. A Dom should never punish in such a heightened state of anger, but some force greater than my weak will was moving me in those cursed minutes.

Lina was standing at my threshold, trembling like a leaf. Her eyes were as wide as those of a scared doe. My usual tenderness and sympathy whenever she looked so vulnerable didn't resurface. This time, her fear brought out the darkest, most primordial part of me, and the sight of her shaking shoulders and pale face made me throb with anticipation. She’d be sorry for everything she put me through.

I wanted to see her scared, crying, begging me to forgive her for being such a double-crossing brat. She ran away at the first sign of trouble. The thought of how much pain I was capable of causing her filled me with a raw sense of power. Today at the office, she thought I wasn't holding back?

Oh, baby,
I thought with a growing fury in my heart while she squirmed in her place.
You have no idea what I'm going to do to you. You know nothing of true suffering.

Maybe I should have handled the situation with Allie better, but the moment I saw her kissing that man with a cigarette in her hand, it made my previous episodes of anger look like tiny bursts of flame. Poison was filling my mind. All the voices and thousands of insecurities were swelling like an infected wound. I’d been ready to give everything to this woman, cherish her and treat her like she should have always been. Nothing was enough for my queen.

Well, it was high time to start really treating her like a whore. Tonight she'd have a taste of what hell was like and maybe, just maybe, I'd allow her some pleasure. Or I’d degrade her into my personal plaything whenever it was fitting.

Fear what's to come, little one. By the time dawn comes, you'll be crying bloody tears.

“Step in.”

Lina attempted to say something. I cut her off with a growling voice and glared at her with all the hatred a human gaze could convey. My eyeballs were burning.

“Didn’t I tell you not to make me fucking repeat myself?”

Her big eyes filled with tears, but they only egged on my aggression. Some other time I’d be worried about taking such pleasure from her obvious distress. Right now, all I wanted to do was hurt her, just like she’d hurt me.

“Don't start the waterworks, slave.” It was the first time I’d called her that and it worked well on stinging her pride. Lina swallowed hard and followed my command, clearly aware that as soon as she moved past my threshold there would be no way out.

When I locked the door behind her, my left hand locked around her neck and pinned her to the wall. She probably hadn't expected such an assault at the very beginning. Tears ran down her cheeks, smearing her mascara in a sexy way, which usually turned me on. I used my free hand to rip her blouse open. Hopefully, it was expensive. It probably was. Lina Riley chose nothing but the best even when she was slumming. The buttons scattered on the floor with a sinister sound. I was devouring her with my eyes, taking in every emotion, reveling in her pain.

She cried out as I ripped the blouse in two and shredded it to pieces in a few smooth moves.

“Thomas, please, I haven’t come here for that. I want to talk to you.”

“No talking.” Lina shuddered at the harsh tone of my voice. She made a whimpering sound as I grabbed her by the throat. My nails were leaving red marks on the delicate skin of her neck. The tighter I closed my hand, the more her eyes widened with horror.
Now you know I mean business.
“You had your chance to talk. It's too late now. You'll get an additional swat with the cane for every word, understand? Say 'Yes, Sir'. Those are the last two words you have the right to say for the rest of the night.”

My grasp around her throat tightened and I pressed my forehead to hers. She screamed as I dug my nails into the back of her neck, and stuttered louder.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“That's a good little whore.” The emotional pain in her swimming eyes was a thing of beauty, but it was nothing compared to what she did to me with her mixed signals and constant withdrawal. I wasn't going to let her mess with me and throw me aside like a cum filled condom. “Hands behind your back.”

Lina was still sobbing, unable to hold her feelings back. Perhaps I should have shown her my truly cruel side a lot earlier. She obeyed my command and placed her wrists together at the small of her back. I used the ripped silk as a makeshift restraint. After securing her hands, I tore off her fancy bra, taking my time to enjoy turning it into a rag. She screamed out in agony when I pulled her nipples as hard as possible. I slapped one of her big breasts, licking my lips at the sight of the red bruise forming on her milky white flesh. My nails sank deep in her soft breasts. Each scream sent another strong pulsation through me.

“I'll turn you into a canvas of pain, my little fucktoy.” I wrapped my hand around a lock of her luscious hair and dragged her across the floor. She tripped on her high heels, struggling to keep up with me. She started howling when she saw I was taking her to the dungeon. Lina was clearly losing her mind in fear and immediately broke my first rule.

“Please, don't. You’re scaring me. Can't we just–”

I smacked her ass and tilted her head back with a rough tug of her hair.

“Don't worry. I won't kill you, but you must learn your place.”

I started to worry I was taking her punishment too far, but my brain was too fogged by anger and suppressed insecurity to comprehend it. Lina's sobbing subsided as if she had accepted her fate. Or did she think I'd take mercy on her and reward her for good behavior?
Very wrong assumption, honey.

I unlocked the door, kicked it open and pushed Lina down on her knees.

“Crawl down those stairs until you get to the basement floor.” She stared at me as if I'd lost my mind and it prompted another harsh smack on her tush. “Now, slave.”

The debasing sight of Lina crawling like an animal filled me with ecstasy. Every cheating bitch deserved this, right? At times, I picked up her level of distress as easily as when I played with the remote control of the vibrating egg in her pussy. I just needed to shout at her, “Crawl faster, you pathetic, useless whore!” and she tried harder, nearly falling straight on her face and tits. Those shapely knees would be covered in dark purple bruises by tomorrow.

After ages of slow torture, Lina got to my dungeon and dropped down on her knees. I could hear her sobbing quietly. For a moment, a pang of sympathy tried to creep up and drown my anger. The insignificant emotion died away as I remembered her harsh voice from this morning, the cruelty with which she dismissed me.
Can you blame her? You'll never be good enough for her. You’re lucky she chose to even slum with you.

The acid fury was like a mental explosion, which killed my ability to control myself. The blindness and the depth of the abyss sucked me in while I walked down the stairs after my helpless victim. Some other creature had possessed my mind and heart. I was walking on the embers of my own wrath.

“Get up and kick those slutty shoes off.” Lina was about to break but she succeeded in scrambling to her feet. Her knees were shaking and tears wet her face and bare breasts. I walked behind her and pulled a small, shiny object out of the back pocket of my jeans. My boss screamed at the quick metallic sound and stilled as soon as the unexpected cold touch of a knife pressed against the flesh of her back.

“What are you going to do?” she cried out in total panic. Her voice was filled with pain and utter horror. “Thomas, please, no. Don't hurt me. Whatever I've done… I said no to knives. Please...”

I didn't respond and let the blade slide further down her skirt. Lina was trembling and begging me to stop. She'd get a real good caning later for breaking the rules. I cut through the fabric of her skirt, ripping it apart without any effort. The useless piece of clothing dropped to the floor and revealed her creamy thighs. They’d soon be covered in welts and bruises. At this point, Lina was too broken to fight back or even beg for mercy. Or did she want to appease me?

I cut away the rest of her clothes, as well as her beloved lingerie, completely ruining the beautiful ornaments on the stockings' lace tops. She was naked and deprived of any way to use her charm on me. The knife I used to destroy her clothes didn't make a further impact on Lina's skin apart from the cold sensation on her exposed flesh. The psychological effect was spot on, as she was reduced to a sobbing mess each time the blade kissed her skin.

Finally, I put the knife away and bit her shoulder, which made her scream again.

“How long...? Please, I really...”

My ears were deaf to the poison of her words. At this point, Lina would say anything to escape her predicament. I walked to the line of bottles arranged on a shelf by the wall and picked up the largest. When I returned to my shaking slave and showed her my choice, Lina looked as if she was about to faint.

“I want you to sit on that.” I placed it on the ground in front of her.

She stared at me in horror and shifted away from me.

“Thomas, what the hell? You seriously want to mutilate me?”

I laughed and squeezed one of her breasts until her scream filled my ears with its music again.

“Thomas isn't here, bitch. I'm Sir to you. You won’t question my orders. You've taken a lot more in your filthy pussy. I fitted my whole fist inside you and this bottle has no sharp edges. So just do as you're fucking told and sit on top of it. Bend your knees. I want your dirty cunt nicely stretched and wide open.”

Her look of distress was so precious I had to undo my jeans. The power play had never had such high stakes and my body was on fire. Lina lowered herself and got down on her knees. The bottle brushed against the slippery entrance of her pussy lips and sank deep inside her. I couldn't miss how wet she was as the throat slid deeper into her tight hole.

“Now, that's better. Tell me, slave, did it feel good to kiss a stranger?” My voice was casual as I left her there, impaled and scared. “Perhaps you really enjoy being a whore. Wasn't it your fantasy to be fucked and used by more than one man?”

“No, Thomas. I–”

“Don't say another fucking word! These are all rhetorical questions, slave.” Wow, where had this loud yell come from? My palms were strangely sweaty as I picked a smooth rattan cane and a flogger out of my wardrobe. It was as if I was in a state of fever, a darkly erotic state no willpower could wake me up from.

I walked back to Lina in a deliberately slow fashion to increase her anxiety. Her soft, quiet sobs sounded eerie in the inky black darkness of the dungeon. The only light came from a few candles here and there.

“What did he give you that I couldn't?” My sudden, pathetic insecurity made me choke and only boosted the anger boiling inside me. When Lina opened her mouth, I cast her a dark glare and pushed the edge of the cane inside her dry asshole.

“No, please, no! Let me go. You don't–” The thick piece of wood pushed deeper into her until I saw some blood trickling down it. It wasn't enough to stop my madness. She threw her head back and cried out loudly, begging me to stop abusing her.

The flogger hissed through the air and marked her breasts with more scarlet bruises. For the purpose of Lina's punishment, I chose a much rougher flogger, with spikes at the end of each tendril. Her sobs echoed through the dungeon while I marked her torso with a rain of harsh swats all over her sensitive skin. Welts were forming and Lina squirmed in horror and agony as I picked up the pace of my whacks. The intense hurt torturing me for who knew how long was growing with each blow.

“Why did you have to ruin it all? What didn't I do for you? What did that asshole give you?” Sorrow oozed from my voice as I kept flogging her breasts and the bottle throat fucked her unfaithful cunt. The need to make her suffer made my fever worse. It was as if I was dying on the inside with every scream. “You can let me fuck you and degrade you in private but I'm not good enough for you, right? Fucking cumslut.”

Her voice was filled with agony but also with determination as she screamed out,

“Infinity! Infinity! Stop it now, you fucking psychopath. Infinity!”

The simple word shattered the walls of my madness like a heavy stone breaking a frail glass. The red fog lifted before my eyes and the meaning of her scream for help sank into my intoxicated brain. The sordidness of my act, of my seedy rage, shocked me beyond anything I’d ever experienced.