Hey there Wednesday teasers.
Remember me? This summer I’ve been sharing a lot of excerpts from my novel Unorthodox Union. Well, it’s finally published, along with a boxed set. It’s the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. It’s kind of bittersweet but I’m happy I finished that trilogy.
I have a lot of projects for 2019 so I’ll be around a lot. Meanwhile, I wanted to share Chapter One with you.
Unorthodox Union is the final installment of the Unorthodox Trilogy. Book 1 – Unorthodox Therapy and 2 – Unorthodox Chemistry are available on Amazon. The full trilogy is also available in one boxed set (currently at a premium price of 3.99).
CHAPTER ONE
LINA
It was a bright June morning when I woke up and thought for a brief moment it was time to take matters into my own hands. Last night I had fallen asleep in the usual position, exhausted after hours of sweet torture, pain and begging until my throat went dry. When we both came down from our high place, Thomas drew me on top of his chest. I buried my head in his shoulder until his breathing slowed down to a gentle sway and his heart stopped beating like crazy. He kept stroking the small of my back with soft fingertips and they traced the red lines across it—the very same crimson stripes he had painted with a riding crop an hour ago while my wrists were bound to his headboard.
His hands were dancing across those lines, as delicate as a feather or flowing silk.
Sometimes, in those minutes while my mind was still soaring, high on endorphins, I found it difficult to believe that the same man who whipped and broke me was capable of so much affection. Those two extremes, the black and white parts of his soul, never failed to make my body sing. Still, it was hard to rationalize once my orgasm faded and I found myself curled on top of him, shaking with the aftershock.
Not that I needed to rationalize our dynamic. All I wanted was to revel in it.
Last night I’d stayed awake much longer than him and remained still to listen to his pulse and enjoy our shared warmth. The ripe white moon had peeked through the window and its beams fell across our interwoven bodies. My lover’s soft breathing and the subconscious tender caress of his fingers over my sore flesh usually lulled me into a deep sleep.
It had been a rough week at the office and I often had a hard time falling asleep. The last few months at ChaosTech had been a nightmare. We were doing well but I was still struggling to restore our position from before the sex scandal. I often ended up staying at the office after hours to go over different plans and strategies. My workload and anxiety had led to heavy episodes of insomnia. I’d wake up at very odd hours and couldn’t even blink until the break of dawn. Thomas knew how troubled my mind was and made sure I forgot all about work while we were together over the weekends. He put me through my paces and whipped the stress out of me.
We didn’t make love, as that was the last thing my overwhelmed brain needed. Instead, he fucked me like a beast in heat. I took all his violence and aggression, and begged for more.
Thomas fully exhausted me, yet I was lying awake in the still, peaceful night.
Something had been on my mind lately. It’d been a rough journey ever since we got back together but the last few months had been pure bliss and I often wondered if we weren’t too happy. There was one last step we needed to take but Thomas still had a mountain of excuses.
He had his reasons and maybe I should have been pleased with the way things were. Yet, restlessness wouldn’t loosen its grip on my throat, and kept wiping the sleep from beneath my eyelids.
I made up my mind after an hour of lying and staring at the moon pattern down our legs. Thomas had set boundaries and I was about to disobey his orders, but sometimes my Dom needed that. I had been a very good girl since we got back together so he rewarded me for my enthusiastic submission and obedience.
It was time to push our limits. What I wanted was to help him face his demons. Still, some bratty part of me was thrilled at the thought of all the things he might do with me once he found out what I was up to.
Finally, I drifted into a peaceful slumber.
By that time, the moon was already fading from the sky. When I opened my eyes, strings of golden sunshine had replaced its pale blue beams. I yawned and blinked a few times until I got used to the light. Thomas was still sleeping heavily with his arms wrapped around me in a possessive embrace. It was tempting to let go of my plans and stay curled up next to him until the sun was high in the sky. The fog was still clouding my brain and I wondered what had I been thinking the night before.
It could wait.
Tomorrow…
Or next Saturday, perhaps.
Maybe if I waited until the fall, Thomas would come to his senses and I wouldn’t have to push him… Or we could wait until Christmas… or next spring when it would be a better time for cleaning.
Or, you know, never? Why ruin a beautiful morning with a descent into darkness? Why mess with our current state of bliss? Hadn’t we been through enough drama over the past two years?
I cast my fearful thoughts away and slid from beneath Thomas’ arms. Even that sneaky, careful movement made him stir in his sleep. He murmured my name.
“Shh…” I kissed him, caressed his face and used my best lulling voice. “It’s early. Go back to sleep.”
Thomas was clearly still too deep in slumber to register my words or presence. Still, he nodded and rolled over onto his side.
I yawned again, stretched my arms and went through the drawer Thomas kept for me. I’d been at his home every weekend since we got back together in March and it made sense I should have some space for my clothes. Granted, whenever we were indoors, I was naked with the red boots and black collar on, but we often went out and I needed some casual clothes. Our relationship was slowly finding its routine, and at times it felt like we were getting domesticated. That didn’t bother me as much as it would have two summers ago.
Our separation had been long and painful but it put many things into perspective.
There were some things that still triggered me a little. I shied away every time Thomas wanted to take a selfie of us in some beautiful place, or to simply take a picture of me whenever inspiration struck him. It was nothing to be afraid of, just your normal boyfriend/girlfriend pictures one could find on every social media. The sense of unease when he aimed the camera at me wouldn’t let me go, though, and I ended up looking stiff and nervous. I always asked him to delete the pictures and he never protested.
Still, there were worse things than a mild fear of being photographed, right?
I ignored the nagging sensation and kept searching for a good cleaning outfit.
After some browsing through the carefully folded T-shirts and jeans, I picked up a pair of yoga pants and a flimsy camisole with deep cleavage. It showed most of my breasts and their frequently hard nipples. There was no way I could go out dressed like that but Thomas loved seeing me in that outfit when we were all alone.
One of his recent favorite games was to tie my wrists to the shower stand over his bathtub while I was wearing it. The sheer fabric clung to my curves when he used the showerhead to pour cold water over me. I screamed and protested against that cruelty. My ardent cries made him laugh harder and he directed the cold spray between my wide-open thighs. Only a thin layer of barely there fabric protected my sensitive pussy lips from the assault of the cold jets. Heat would rise to my clit and nipples.
“If you don’t enjoy it, pet, why don’t you put it as a hard limit?” Thomas would whisper in my ear with delicious mockery as he ground the showerhead harder against my aroused cunt. The cold stimulation, and the warmth of his breath and lips on my neck and earlobe would gradually break my resistance. I would sob, beg him not to stop, and sway my hips wildly to find release against the thick object between them. Thomas would raise the stakes by pinching my nipples. He knew how sensitive they were, ripe with blood after being under the freezing water.
He would withdraw the showerhead whenever I was seconds away from tipping just to drive me insane. Then he’d untie me from the shower but keep the bonds around my wrists, and whisper the four words that always turned me into putty.
“On your knees, pet.”
I would lower myself onto the cool tiles and take his cock between my lips. His stamina during such games was both amazing and frustrating. Especially when I was wiggling in the throes of a ruined orgasm. Once, Thomas spent nearly an hour fucking my face and using my mouth for his pleasure. I worked hard to satisfy him but the liquid fire, flowing juices and hard throbbing of my clit made me desperate for a simple touch.
He knew that and the only touch he would give me was the light caress of my hair as I was gagging on his shaft.
Finally, after a long period of sucking and licking, Thomas would bend me over the edge of the bathtub to fuck me from behind. He’d hand me the showerhead and make me press it against my clit. My breasts would stick out of the bathtub while he was pounding me and they swayed harder with each deep thrust. It was such a long, exhausting wait that nearly made me lose my mind. Once he rewarded me, the climax felt like liquid heat on the inside. That freezing cold water touching my most tender parts, and his warm, throbbing cock that stretched me open, were worth the torture.
Great. I frowned when I put on the top and the yoga pants, not bothering with any underwear. He’d conditioned me to associate the game with wearing that outfit. Simply putting it on made me wet even on mornings when my brain was still crying for caffeine. I rubbed my nipples through the cami, already hard with the sweet memories.
It was no time to distract myself, though; I had a mission.
Later, I thought with a lustful smile while I was tying my hair up in a ponytail. The mist in my mind was slowly clearing but I still needed something to wake me up. The warmth from the rays of sunshine didn’t make me feel more alert.
I picked up a bobby pin from the bedside table before I tiptoed my way to the kitchen. It was a primitive tool but it would fit my purposes.
The sun and the gorgeous blue sky outside made me question my intentions. Wouldn’t a walk outside be better before the weather flipped a switch and we had another weekend of clouds and fog? It was rare for me to enjoy an actual summer day so perhaps my wicked plans could wait…
I shook my head and walked to the fridge with the same quiet step. Normally, I would have prepared a fresh pot of coffee but that risked waking Thomas up. I swear, he was the ultimate caffeine monster even if he claimed Allie was much worse. He could catch the slightest whiff of coffee from the bedroom and would be up in seconds, doing a zombie-like walk and demanding his dose of morning bliss.
So I helped myself to one of his Monster cans. Energy drinks were not my favorite wake up elixir. They paled in comparison to the rich, sensual flavor of a cup of coffee, especially when I drank it from my lover’s lips. Still, beggars couldn’t be choosers. I needed to wake up before I proceeded with the next part of my plan.
The cobwebs began to clear after I finished half of the sugary poison and washed my face. I crossed the room to open the panoramic window and enjoy more of the view. The sight of the yachts swaying in the blue ocean with streaks of gold from the sunshine eased the nervous knot in my stomach. I leaned against the windowsill with a small smile and turned my eyes to the seagulls that hovered in the beautiful morning sky.
One of the noisy white birds made a dive into the water and resurfaced with a fish in its yellow beak… or at least it looked like a fish from that distance. A shiver went through my spine and I wrapped my arms around my body. Seagulls always provoked conflicted emotions. Their cries were a sound I enjoyed hearing. Some of my happiest early memories were from the beach when I was frolicking among the waves, laughing and chasing after the majestic birds that always evaded my grip.
When I was eight, I saw more of their dark side than I was prepared for. One of those beautiful seagulls I’d been admiring was tearing a pigeon apart right on the beach. The smaller bird was still alive while the predator was digging its beak into its flesh, among a flurry of gray feathers. Perhaps if I had seen it at a later age I wouldn’t have blinked, but that was the first act of violence I ever witnessed so it left its impact on my memory. If I closed my eyes I could evoke the bird’s cruel yellow eyes, filled with a dark gleam, and the blood splattered on the white sand.
I thought of one particular human who had even more cruelty and lack of remorse in his gaze.
I no longer saw Seth in my nightmares and was pretty much over fearing him, but still, another strong wince went through my chest. It was a temporary but powerful sensation and I had to push away the thought of him before it turned into anxiety.
The feeling was pretty close to the nerves I felt being in front of a camera.
It wasn’t the same, though. The moment I’d found closure with him in prison was the moment I let go of all he did to me. Yet could we truly live in peace knowing the beast was somewhere out there?
Locked between four walls and yet awake, alert and waiting for his chance to strike back.
The salty marine air was growing chillier against my prickled skin so I closed the panoramic window and headed downstairs. Sharp pain in my palm drew my attention and I realized I’d been clutching the bobby pin so hard it had left a small red mark.
I wiped a sweaty palm against the back of my yoga pants, took a deep breath and walked down the stairs with the same quiet step. My feet barely touched the ground.
The panic attacks that left me helpless and trembling like a chased animal were over. I gradually stopped following The Procedure. For a small fraction of time, the thought of him brought me back to these months of horror…
… and that night in March, exactly three weeks after our trip to Stinson Beach, when Thomas had called me out of the blue. He tried his best to sound in control and calm. I could always pick up on his intense emotions beneath the calm surface.
Thomas woke me up from a deep sleep and it took me about a minute to realize what he was talking about. His low, firm voice snapped me out of my foggy state. He ordered me not to leave my apartment and that he was coming to get me. I was supposed to keep my door locked and not let anyone in but him. When I asked him what the hell was going on, he sighed and said that Seth had called him from a hidden number.
Never had I thought a single sentence could hit me with the power of a thousand freezing showers.
We spent a long, anxious night in his house after he picked me up from my apartment. Thomas was on the phone for at least an hour. Finally, it became obvious we wouldn’t get any information about whether Seth was still in San Quentin that night. Meanwhile, I curled on his couch and flicked through different news channels to check whether there had been a prison break that evening. There was nothing—not on television and not on any of the news websites I went through on my phone. So, there was probably no reason to worry. That didn’t make Thomas or me feel any better, though.
Finally, the exhaustion beat us and we fell asleep in an uncomfortable position on the couch. He kept stroking my hair and whispering how everything would be okay. I wasn’t sure which of us he was trying to persuade. The bravado I’d been exuding when I’d walked out of the prison seemed ridiculous.
Only a few weeks later and that asshole was interfering with our lives again.
My nervousness from that night didn’t elevate to more than just fear. I was in control of my actions and didn’t let anxiety cloud my judgement or make me helpless and irrational.
The next day, I called the detective who had been working on my case to explain the situation. He was surprised to hear about it but promised to find out more. Later in the afternoon, Detective Davis rang me back to inform me Seth couldn’t have possibly contacted Thomas. He had been in solitary confinement at the time and he was still there so I had nothing to worry about.
I called Thomas to let him know the good news and later we got together for drinks at the bar next to my office. He looked visibly relieved at the news. Still, the look in his eyes was haunted and he said he feared what else was Seth capable of if he could contact him from solitary confinement. He squeezed his glass, turned around and stared blankly at the door as if he expected to see Seth walking through at any minute.
His pupils widened, pushing the bright green from his gaze. He spoke but his voice was muted and withdrawn like his expression.
“Don’t get me wrong, Lina—I’m happy he’s under lock and key and can’t hurt you. Just… I feel like I’m going insane. I…”
His fingers slowly caressed mine but he was still gazing at the amber liquid in his glass. “I have had nightmares of him and you for so long I fear he has soaked into me… like I’m losing my mind. What if last night was just a hallucination? Or maybe he’s really trying to mess with my mind.”
I sighed, grabbed his hand and leaned forward to kiss him. Thomas responded with some hesitation. When I sank my teeth into his lip and slid my tongue into his mouth, he slowly began to relax. We’d been kissing for a few minutes before I broke it and whispered against his lips, “I trust you, Thomas. I’m sure you talked to him and you’re not making it up.”
He laughed nervously and ran his fingers through my hair. “That means a lot coming from you. You have no idea how much it means to me that you believe me.”
I chuckled and nudged my lips against his.
“I’m serious. Seth is a sociopath of epic proportions but he’s also one of the smartest people I know. If there’s anyone who could make a call from solitary confinement, it’s him. In fact…” I intertwined my fingers with his and squeezed them. “I know for a fact he did it to try to mess with your mind. I guess I stirred the wasp’s nest when I showed up to talk to him.”
“Yeah, maybe…” Thomas smiled at me. “Still, I’m happy you went and confronted him. You look… different. Like you’ve got something back… something you lost that night he took you.”
“I feel different.” I took another sip of my Bloody Mary. “If this had happened years ago I’d have thought you were lying to me about Seth’s call. I’d probably break up with you and spend a long time being miserable.”
“Yes…” He drawled and the light slowly came back to his face. “That’s what you would’ve done. We’ve come a long way, little one.”
These words echoed in my mind while I was walking down the stairs to his former dungeon. Our journey together had been rough and our feet were bleeding as we grew together.
There was one final step we had to take to get out of the maze.
The basement door was waiting for me at the foot of the stairs. Thomas had put a heavy padlock on it after we broke up, and said he had thrown away the key. I suggested he called a locksmith or simply cut off the shackle with a hacksaw or bolt cutters. He shrugged and said we had plenty of kinky sex anyway so why open it? Maybe we didn’t need it.
We both knew that the truth was much deeper than that.
It wasn’t easy to walk among those dark walls that looked so much like the labyrinth of his nightmares.
These stairs brought back memories of the night he lost control.
I picked up the padlock to test its weight, and squeezed it as if it were a beating heart. When I let go, I took a step back, picked up the bobby pin and removed one of the rubbers. Then I pulled it apart and flattened it into one long metal stick. The other end got bent smoothly when I created a little loop with it to use it as a handle.
Just like riding a bicycle. I chuckled when I dropped to my knees before the door and stuck the sharp edge into the lock. It slid into the hole with a little resistance until I got a sense of the pins in the padlock. The click on the inside was as soft as a needle falling to the floor. It was a sign I was moving in the right direction. My fingers were a little slippery but I had a firm grasp on the lever and slowly the stubborn pins moved out of the way.
After a minute of quiet clicking, the shackle gave in, and the padlock submitted, hanging open. I took a few seconds to admire my work. All those years out of practice and I hadn’t lost my touch. The thought filled me with pride. Familiar adrenalin rushed through me and sent chills all the way to my fingertips.
There was no time to indulge my little inner criminal. I removed the padlock and opened the basement door to face the familiar staircase. The cold, eerie darkness stared back at me as if it were an animated being, reaching its clammy hand for my throat. It was unnerving, and for a second the temptation to relock the door and turn back rushed into my mouth, as sweet and seductive as ice cream on a hot day.
That would be ridiculous.
Big girls were not afraid of darkness. Not anymore.
After a deep breath, I stepped inside and took a few steps down. It was cold as hell and even darker, but there were no monsters lurking in the corners. Just as I expected, the musky smell wafted from the inside and made me pinch my nose with disgust. When I clicked the wall switch, I was surprised it still had a working bulb. Its pale, twinking glimmer cast some light down the stairs and gave me a clue as to the extent of the thick layer of dust and cobwebs all over the walls. I shivered and stared into the darkness with unease. All my little anxieties doubled at how spooky the place was, like an abandoned building no one had lived in for years.
The idea that Thomas had kept that door locked for over a year finally sank in my brain.
Oh fuck… This will take weeks or months to clean. What did I get myself into? Why couldn’t I just stay in bed and enjoy a peaceful Saturday with my boyfriend?
Fear evaporated and left me feeling sorry for myself. No matter what punishment Thomas came up with it wouldn’t be as cruel as the self-imposed obligation to clean the entire dungeon.
Not that I had a problem getting my hands dirty. Last year I’d let go of my cleaning lady and started doing all the housework myself.
Still, there was a supreme difference between wiping the floor of a pristine apartment and clearing the cobwebs, dust, and grime from an enormous basement.
I pulled myself together after a few minutes of internal whining and groaning. Every great journey started with a single step. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure I’d feel once the work was done. Thomas would put the collar around my neck and attach the leash to it. The dark thrill would make my skin prickle with excitement. His eyes and hands among the light of the candles. His calm, collected domination without the taint of throbbing bright red anger.
Yes… It’d be worth all the hard work.
The muted horror eased its grip around my heart.
I left the basement so I could raid the supply closet in the kitchen on the upper floor. Good thing Thomas was resourceful and already had everything I needed. When I went back to the uninviting staircase, I was armed with a mop with a wooden handle, detergent, a feather duster, a bucket full of hot water and a brand new bulb.
Maybe I’d need something stronger than an energy drink to keep my Disney princess cleaning enthusiasm. Still, so far it felt pretty great to have a task in hand. Soon, the brighter energy saving bulb was in place and its hot white gleam made me give up again.
God, the place was a feast of dust and decay. I could start it off today but it wouldn’t be easy.
The simplest solution would be to hire someone to clean the dungeon. They’d get an eyeful of Thomas’ collection of sex toys and punishment tools, though. It would be an interesting experience in theory but it’d be rude to expose too much of our kink life to total strangers. So that left the big bulk of the work to me…
Eventually, Thomas would have to give me a hand, right?
Of course he will—in the form of a whip on my ass to motivate me to work harder.
I grabbed the wooden handle, sank the mop into the hot water, twirled it and got down to business.
Fifteen minutes later I had bent over and was wiping the dirt from the middle of the stairs. I had started from the top and was slowly making my way down. The water was already black with the dust from the mop.
Heavy drops of sweat were running down my body under the flimsy clothes. The yoga pants were soaked and clinging to my skin. The small amount of fabric left nothing to the imagination, yet the chill of the dungeon wasn’t getting to me.
Who would have thought that wiping the floor with generous amounts of water and detergent could make my blood hotter? I was moving my hips in a sensual way and my breasts were swaying against the sheer fabric of my top. This could get steamy but I needed more than just a wooden stick and hard labor to get in the mood.
I turned to look at the dungeon, my back to the door, when I heard it shutting and a loud, clear cough. I froze in horror and my hands around the rough handle started shaking. The heat and frenzy faded and the chills that replaced them struck me like an electrical shock. I turned around slowly, holding the cleaning stick like a weapon.
When I raised my eyes to the intruder, I found myself looking at Thomas. He was leaning against the door, studying me with a calm, unreadable expression. It was difficult to be certain from where I was but his green eyes didn’t give away his thoughts or mood. He had crossed his arms over his bare chest without his usual light smirk.
Waiting.
Lurking.
Thomas had nothing on but his boxers and glasses. Oh, and the silver triskelion pendant hanging around his neck on a leather string. It had been my gift to him on the third month after we got back together—a token that would remind him of me even when couldn’t see each other that often. When I handed him the little box my fingers were shaking with nervous excitement. I wondered how he’d take it, if it would break some rule I wasn’t aware of.
He unwrapped the box, stared at the contents and lifted my hand to kiss each of my fingers. My heart was rushing like crazy at that point and I felt ridiculously lighthearted. Thomas put the pendant around his neck and said he loved it. He joked he must be the first Dom he knew of with a collar of his own.
It was gleaming in the dark over his muscular chest.
Over the past few months, he had built up his workout regime and looked more toned than ever with lean, smooth muscles. They looked great against my thighs, just like my ankles on his strong shoulders as he was teasing me, preparing for the first thrust…
His messy sex hair and the memories of last night didn’t make me feel any less horny or wet.
I didn’t even realize I was in trouble until he spoke.
“So… now we’re breaking and entering, Lina? How disappointing…” Thomas rubbed his chin with his fingers and his lazy gaze moved from my face down. “You have been behaving so well. You were such a good girl I fooled myself into thinking I’d tamed you.”
He took one step down and moved his eyes back to mine. I had been right, he had his poker face on and that brought more of the delicious heat to between my thighs. That air of mystery made it difficult to resist or think of something witty to say.
All I wanted in that moment was more of his taming techniques.
“What’s wrong, little one?” Thomas raised an eyebrow, not breaking his steely facade. “Cat got your tongue? Don’t tell me you’re out of sassy retorts.”
My face flushed. A few drops of sweat were rolling down my cheekbones, down to my silent lips. Lust had rendered me speechless. When I finally opened my mouth, the words that came out didn’t feel like mine.
The world was so different through the fog of my insane sexual need.
“It’s a dirty job, sir.” I was purring like a cat with a wide grin. “Still, someone has to take care of it after you neglected it for so long.”
“How did you get in here?” Thomas didn’t even blink at my seductive tone. He kept his arms crossed and his expression cold.
“Really? You thought that was a challenge?” That was too funny so I burst out laughing for a few minutes. He didn’t say anything and just raised his eyebrows higher at my antics. When I stopped giggling, I pulled the destroyed bobby pin out of my hair. “Even a five years old could get in here. If you wanted to keep me out you should have tried a little harder.”
That was the first time any emotion got through his cold expression. Thomas tilted his head and chuckled with amusement.
“I’d never have thought you’d be the type to pick locks,” he admitted and kept rubbing his chin.
“There are a lot of things you haven’t learned about me yet, sir.” I smirked and crossed my arms over my chest to lift my breasts higher. “I was quite a pro at sixteen. Smoking wasn’t my only vice at high school.”
My voice still purred as I moved closer to him. Thomas chuckled again and reached out to move a wet strand of hair from my forehead.
“I knew you’d always been a bad girl. How did you become so skillful at picking locks?”
“Your run-of-the-mill teenage rebellion.” I shrugged. “I already told you my parents were strict and never gave me a moment to breathe. On the first weekend they went away and left me alone I decided to throw a party. Beer kegs and everything… Dad had this really expensive whiskey he kept in his home office. Everyone insisted we simply must have a taste.”
“So you decided to break into your dad’s office?” Thomas laughed quietly and shook his head.
“You know how I am with challenges. I can never resist.” I reached out to caress his arm.
Thomas quickly stopped me and removed my wrist. He didn’t react when I pouted at him. “I had read quite a bit about picking locks for a history project, and the idea fascinated me. I used a bobby pin similar to that one, messed with the lock for nearly an hour. It finally gave in.”
“Cute.” His hand was still grasping my wrist in a light but firm hold. He stroked my skin with his fingertips. “And so Lina learned to love breaking the rules, didn’t she?”
“I was grounded for ages after Dad found out a bunch of teenagers had drained his precious fifty-year-old Glenfiddich. His expression was worth it.” I gasped when his thumb dug into the inside of my wrist as if he was measuring my pulse. Thomas pulled me a little closer and looked down at me. Some affection was beginning to melt the icicles in his gaze but he kept his grip firm. “Why am I not surprised? How long did your career of raiding and pillaging last?”
I fluttered my eyelashes at him and tried to lean in but he kept me at arm’s length.
“Only until the rest of high school. I was one of the popular girls at parties. I could always get to the alcohol no matter how well locked it was.” I shrugged. “I didn’t care so much about drinking. It was just—”
“The thrill of knowing you might get caught.”
“Yeah… exactly. I had a wild streak and could get totally reckless at times.” I blushed and started playing with another loose strand of hair. “I studied how to deactivate different security systems, techniques for unlocking more complex locks…”
“What stopped you?” Thomas asked in a soft voice.
“Well…” I looked down. “I was beginning to get obsessed and seriously thought of robbing a bigger place such as a liquor store or stealing some fancy car. Just at that time, there was a huge case of grand theft auto all over the news, and then they caught the guys who did it. I realized I didn’t want to end up in juvie and ruin my future for the sake of some fun.”
He nodded in understanding then reached out to grab me by the ponytail and lean me back.
“I’ve known you for nearly ten years and you still find a way to surprise me. A woman of so many talents… Will I ever figure you out?”
“I hope not.” I dropped the wooden stick and moaned when he tugged my hair harder. “Or you’ll easily get bored with me.”
Thomas rolled his eyes and brought his lips closer to mine, teasing me with the promise of a kiss. He was just about to have a taste. Our mouths nearly touched when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it harder to pull me away from him.
“Unlikely… a sub like you will always keep me on my toes.”
He let go of me and took another step back. The old mischievous smirk lit up his features. I reached out to touch the place on my face where his fingers had been lingering.
“Why didn’t you simply ask for the key?” Thomas asked with an innocent expression.
“W-what?” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Thomas, are you still sleeping? I asked you for the key a thousand times. You always had some excuse why we shouldn’t come back in here.”
“Yeah… Maybe there was a reason for that, don’t you think?” That was the first time I’d seen him shiver or show any awareness of his surrounding. He looked around and sucked in a breath.
“This place still makes me feel uncomfortable. It’s like a graveyard…”
“Yes, I know,” I said, and put hands on my hips.
“So why are you so adamant we should keep using it?” Some emotion finally crept into his controlled voice. “Aren’t you happy with the way things are? We’re dating, we have a spicy sex life, you get all the kink you crave, and I find it natural to have you at my feet. I thought you were satisfied.”
“I am. You give me all I need, but…” I paused, looking for the right words. “That room down below is the one thing that keeps us tied to the past. I’m not saying we should move all of our sex life down here. We might just open it and never use it again… or use it for something else entirely. You could even make it a classic man cave if you wanted. It’s a huge space and it’s a waste to keep it locked.”
Thomas didn’t say anything but something began to glow in his eyes. He crossed his arms again and nodded at me.
“It’s just a room,” I said simply and moved from foot to foot. “Some really bad things happened here but also some really good. Let’s not make it into a monster always lurking beneath us. It’s the final door we must open if we want to move on.”
His silence hung over us long after I uttered my last word. He withdrew into his head and hid behind the cold gaze of a Dominant.
Stripping me with his eyes.
Penetrating straight into my mind.
Every beat of my heart echoed through the huge room’s walls while he stared at me without uttering a word. My earlier heat and flames were gone and I was freezing in expectation. The hard, cold ground at my feet, half washed and still bearing the signs of dirt and grime, suddenly seemed so appealing.
Just like that space at his feet, the warmth of his flesh and the thought of his fingers running through my hair while I was nuzzling his thigh.
My knees buckled under the pressure and I gazed back at him to convey all my longing.
Finally, Thomas moved closer and reached out for me—a light, simple caress. His fingertips traced my face as if he were trying to save the memory of it on his skin. Cold sweat dripped down my spine. I breathed in when Thomas cupped my chin and continued caressing my cheekbone. The steel in his eyes was melting but he still kept his silence.
The bare touch of his hands and the slowly growing intensity were electrical. He was studying the surface of my lips, getting inside me with nothing but his sheer presence. The dungeon chill was fading and I grew more lustful with each small, tempting touch. If I tried to approach him and opened my mouth to beg, he’d just place his finger on top of it to silence me. He laid his left hand on my shoulder to keep me in the exact position he required.
His cat-like grace and the dance of his touch quickly turned into stealth and aggression without warning. I didn’t even have time to cry out in protest when he grabbed me hard by the ponytail, spun me around without any effort, and ground my aroused body against the stone wall. A soft mewl of despair came from my lips. Thomas moved his mouth to my ear and sank his teeth into that delicate spot that always made me weak at the knees. He grabbed me by the wrists and crossed them at the small of my back before pressing his strong body against mine. I found myself trapped between him and the hard, stone wall. Its iciness didn’t take away any of the liquid fire he provoked with his teasing and the sweetness of the denial.
“You know I can’t simply let you get away with it, don’t you, little one?” Thomas lowered his voice as he whispered in my ear. I shifted under him and tried to move my wrists. A sharp stinging slap elicited a cry out of me and forced me to stay in place. It was such a strong, confident smack. I was sure my ass cheeks were already blushing. “Be still. I never gave you permission to move, did I?”
“N-no, sir,” I whispered weakly. It was so difficult to follow his orders when every word whispered in that sexy tone made me melt and wish to kneel.
“I’d say you were a good girl, but you have been very, very bad this morning, Lina. You must have forgotten what I do with bad girls and it’s high time you remember.”
“What do you mean, sir?” I slipped into my role as if I were sliding my favorite silk stockings on. “A woman has to do what a woman has to do when her Dom hesitates to make the first move.”
His growling laughter, right at the nape of my neck, caused a row of ants to start marching all over my most sensitive zones. I breathed out and closed my eyes while he brushed his lips across my skin.
“And that sassy mouth of yours just earned you an even harsher punishment. You really don’t know what’s best for you, do you, Lina? You’re still begging for trouble like the bad girl you are. You knew the rules. I warned you not to go to the dungeon unless I permitted you. Did I ever tell you to mess with my locks?”
Thomas spanked me again, through the clothes but the effect was as if he was whipping my bare bottom. The yoga pants gave me even less protection than underwear.
“Did I?” he hissed in my ear again.
“N-no, sir.”
“Did I allow you to walk in here and do as you please, to break and enter my property?”
“No, sir, you didn’t. I was a very bad girl,” I moaned out. Thick juices were staining my already dirty clothes. Soon, I was shaking in painful arousal with a side of fear.
Thomas pressed my head harder against the cold wall and growled in my ear.
“That’s right, you disobeyed my orders. You think you can disrespect me without any consequences, little girl? I can’t let this slide.”
He grabbed me harder by the wrists and sank his teeth deeper into my shoulder. Pleasure slowly fused into white-hot pain. That molten hot sensation was even more intense as the wall ground against my hardened nipples. I sobbed at the cruelty of his bite and some tears dripped to the crook of my neck. Thomas licked them up and spanked me again while his lips made love to the sore spot.
“Do you understand, pet?” He moved his lips to my neck and bit it without restraint, like a vampire assaulting his willing victim. How could I stay still when the pain grew so intense I nearly fainted? His fingers slid between my wide-open thighs and he repeated the same strong smacking movements against my outlined nether lips. “Such a slut. You’re always so wet. I haven’t even started with you yet,” Thomas whispered again while his palm was grinding against my pussy, alternating between hard smacks and gentle teasing.
“I want to get inside your dirty mind, pet. Feel all you desire. Fuse with your thoughts. Who knows what filth I’ll find there… what darkness… and depravity? We’ve barely scratched the surface.”
“Oh, sir, but you’re already inside me in every possible way. You can read me like an open book. All my dirty, dark secrets are yours. Please…” His pressure made my cheek grind harder against the wall. More desperate tears stained the walls and drenched the valley between my breasts.
“What are you begging me for, pet?” I could feel his smile when he bit my ear again. This time the pain was soft and sensual.
“Please, sir, punish me. Do your worst.”
“That’s exactly what I’ll do, tigress.”
Being pinned against the wall was bad enough for my aroused body. When Thomas let go of me I thought I’d die. The need to have him so close, the lack of choice, the sweet, rough whispers and the pleasure of the pain made me sob in despair.
He spanked my ass again and thrust his hand against my pussy.
“Tears won’t help you, Lina. Now turn around and face me. Legs wide open… not that you need my orders for that.” He laughed. “Wrists behind your back. Head high in the air. You’ll look me in the eyes while I punish you.”
Once Lina assumed the position, with her breasts pushed forward and her back straightened, like a good slave girl at an auction, I made one last move to caress her nipples, brush them very lightly with fingertips and knuckles. Her gentle gasp at that and the widening of those dark, scared pupils made my cock strain against the boxers.
It’d be so hard not to fuck her until the time was right.
I loved it.
Her knees shook in surprise and Lina nearly lost balance when I ripped her top right in the middle and released her bare, luscious tits. As I guessed their nipples were bright red and pulsating under the hot white light. Their gentle pink flesh was pulsating and Lina gasped when I pinched them between my fingers.
“Sorry, pet. That was a really hot outfit but it had one very serious flaw…” I laughed at her bewildered expression while I was using the stripes of ruined fabric to wrap around her wrists. That time it was a steady, firm knot my little pet had no chance of escaping. It was nothing like the loose cuffs I made of the ruined yellow dress when I fucked her in the beach house.
No holding back.
Lina had never asked for her safeword back.
I leaned in to whisper to her. “It was hiding way too much skin.”
My eyes fell down to the wooden stick of the mop that had fallen earlier. I preferred my smooth, polished canes for that purpose but I didn’t want to lose the flow.
“Stay very still, Lina.” Her reddened face didn’t show any signs of resistance. Lina’s pupils were growing wider and her breathing slower, like every time she was in restraints. Just one step closer to subspace.
“I’m going to play with you now.” I removed the wooden stick from the mop and showed it to her. Lina opened her mouth in shock. A flash of recognition went across her face and she shifted nervously. I slapped her breast and shook my head with disapproval. Lina sucked in a breath when I slid the improvised cane under her arms and made her hold it with the back of her forearms. “There… Make sure not to drop it. I told you to stay still and I meant it. If you make just one move while I’m playing with your pussy you’ll be in chastity belt for the rest of the weekend. If I feel very merciful and if you are very beautiful and persuasive when you beg I may let you come before you go home.”
Lina looked at me in horror. I doubted it her poor, sensitive body could handle so much sensual torment without a single move. She attempted to speak in a protest when I pushed my thumb between her lips.
“Suck it.” I smirked at her. Lina looked at me like she was going to murder me but she used her talented mouth and tongue on my finger.
Oh sweetie, you’ll use that mouth a lot over the weekend.
“No objections, pet.” The pleasure of my cool brain and heated body, the delicate control over her made me so hard. I let Lina feel it by brushing my erection against her thigh. Our lips brushed when I whispered to her. “This is punishment. Now lean against the wall and keep the stick straightened up. Do you understand?”
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Great tease, and here’s to a productive 2019!
Wow. Great work. Good luck with the set!