spellboundsir:

How lovely.

j-doee:

Gentleman expressing his love and devotion.

Unconventional

I felt unusually uncomfortable. I wasn’t looking forward to my regular appointment with my counselor at all. I didn’t want anything to dampen this high I’d been riding since Rachel moved in with me.

It’d been a real pain in the ass to make room at my place for all her stuff, and we ended up just renting storage space for most of it, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat just to have her there. Everything sort of changed when the place became ours instead of mine. It brought us closer together.

This was the third time I’d lived with a girl. I moved straight from my mom’s house in with a girl going through a divorce… Sophie. She needed to feel safe, and at nineteen, I needed to get laid. We got along great. It helped that we were into the same drugs at the time. Sophie is really the one who got me hooked on BDSM. She wasn’t in the lifestyle or anything, but she liked it rough.

I’d never heard of role playing, and I don’t think she had either, but that’s what we did when we were bored out of our wits in that one bedroom apartment. Sophie had this look she would give me to indicate that she wanted to fuck. I watched for that look. Shit, I was nineteen, my dick was perpetually hard.

But when I would try to start something with her, she’d go cold. This hot/cold routine would escalate until my balls couldn’t take it anymore and next thing I knew, I’d be holding her face to the carpet and ramming my penis in her cunt. At first I felt really guilty about it afterward. Especially since she’d have carpet burns, scrapes, and cuts on her face, neck, and arms the next day. It looked like I was abusing her. She never minded the marks, but I did. It would’ve been hard to explain to a judge.

It was how she got off, though. And after a while, it was the only way I could get off, too. I’d spend hours figuring out how to tie quick knots that would hold so I could tie her down and minimize the marks and bruises she’d get. When that got old, I started surfing sites for other methods of restraints. That’s when I stumbled onto BDSM.

I didn’t have the money to buy half the shit I wanted to buy. In truth, my money went mostly on just living and getting by in those days. But it wasn’t hard to start making the switch for me. I needed something more… and there was this whole world of terms, rituals, and kinks that I never even knew existed, I could surf sites for hours and never get bored. It kept my obsessive mind busy.

Sophie wasn’t into it, though. She said it was too fake for her. She had this rape fantasy thing working in her mind and didn’t want to have anything to do with negotiating a scene, discussing limits, or using safewords. The more I read online, though, the more I saw myself doing jail time if I kept playing her game. Each session got rougher.

She’d spit in my face and then taunt me to slap her. I’d do it. One time, she goaded me into getting rough with her, she pinched at my nipples and twisted them until I practically broke her wrist forcing her to the ground. It wasn’t just she who was getting cuts and bruises anymore. I was walking around with marks, too.

Only the pain wasn’t doing the same thing for me as it did for her. I didn’t get off on it. In fact, just the opposite. It got so I avoided triggering any sort of sexual response in her because I was having some trouble getting it up for her sessions.

I tried using humiliating language on her to take the place of the physical force. Calling her a filthy whore worked somewhat to satisfy her without having to engage in full out physical warfare, but it didn’t do much for me. My time with Sophie was proving to be a self-awareness trip. I’d try something to see how it would work. Some kinks weren’t my thing; some were.

When I finally figured out that the reason I didn’t like her rough sessions was because she had most of the control over them, a whole world of possibilities opened up for me. But it was a world without Sophie.

I lived back at home for awhile, and then on my own until Jodie came along. There were women in between that stayed at my place regularly, but none that I would really classify as moving in all the way. Jodie seemed different. Our affiliation was based on our symbiotic needs and nothing more. It was a great way to learn the ropes, but after a while it just grew stale. I’d find myself wanting something more meaningful than just a play partner.

“Jeff, you can go in now.”

The receptionist’s voice snapped me back to present day. I attempted a smile at her as I pushed through Dr. Robinson’s office door.

Lily Robinson was the third doctor I’d seen since I was first labeled with OCD and autism. My teenage years had been cruel and had spun me straight into clinical depression. The first two doctors insisted I go into residential care after a suicide attempt but Dr. Robinson took a different tack.

Lily looked up from her desk and tilted her head expectantly toward me.

“Two years, nine months, and six days.” I was required to do the math before we could start a session. It was my own affirmation of my condition. Doing this helped me to not dwell on every lousy failed attempt at gaining control over other aspects of my life.

“How do you rate your current confidence?”

“Nine, plus. Doesn’t cross my mind.” My mind is too occupied with Rachel to think about doing drugs.

Dr. Robinson recorded the number I’d just given her and then reviewed her notes for a moment. “Last month you invited Rachel to join us. Was there anything from that session that you wanted to address today?”

“I mostly wanted to put her mind at ease. You know, about what I’m about.”

“And did the session do that?”

“Yeah, I guess. She sort of made up her mind a couple days before the appointment. I brought her anyway. I wanted you to meet her.”

“Why? You don’t need my approval, Jeff.”

“I know. I don’t know at this point if it would matter much if you didn’t approve of Rachel. But … I know myself, and what’s going on in my mind right now, the constant focus … it concerns me a little.”

“Is it any different than what you did to get into the IT field? You poured over manuals and online tutorials to teach yourself the trade. What about BDSM and your study of control? Or your bullwhip training, for example? Are any of those pursuits different than this one in the way you pour yourself into it with a single-minded focus?”

“No.”

“Have you felt your sense of self-control slipping?”

“At times, yeah. I get so obsessed with what Rachel is doing when she’s not with me that I have to fight this urge to drive to her work and camp out and wait for her.”

“Do you actually do it?”

“No.”

“What stops you?”

“I imagine her seeing me there and how freaked out she would get. You met her, so you know how jumpy she is.”

“I met her, yes. I don’t know if I observed the jumpiness you describe.”

“It’s subtle, but it’s there.”

“You’re allowed to have absurd thoughts. I’d say that you are demonstrating an appropriate and fairly common response for an obsessive person in a committed relationship. As long as you continue to recognize the boundary between fantasy and reality, it’ll be okay.”

Her fantasy-reality statement reminded me of something. “We’re starting to role-play a little. I devised a simple scene last weekend that worked out pretty well. I’ve been creating all these scenes in my mind now; really pouring some serious brain-effort into it.”

“In a positive or negative way?”

“Positive. I was late to a meeting once, but other than that, it hasn’t really affected work. I can’t think about it as much there because of the physical effect it has on me.”

It took Dr. Robinson a moment to figure out that I was referring to the hard-on I get when I start visualizing scenes with Rachel. I waited until I saw the recognition on her face to continue.

“Rachel has some hang-ups with personal image that I want to work through, so some of the scenes I have in mind will be public. And she thinks of me as being a lot older than her, even though there’s only ten years difference between us, so I want to create some roles where I’m an authority figurehead. There’s a guy in our group that leases office spaces and he has a vacant office that he’s offered up to me and a few other buddies. It’s only for a short time. I’ve reserved the space for tomorrow and Wednesday night. I have a little office scene planned.”

“Sounds like something fun.”

I briefly wondered if there was any truth to her words. I would wager that she’d never so much as considered role-playing with a partner. Not in the way I had planned, anyway.

She was consistently supportive of my unconventional activities, though. She’d never batted an eye over it, from the first time I mentioned my SM proclivities. In fact, many times she applauded my lifestyle choice for the positive direction it shifted my focus.

“I think she’s going to like what I have planned.”

“And you?”

“Oh, yeah. I like everything I do with Rachel. I’m crazy about her.”

“I think this is the most enthusiastic you’ve been about a girl.”

“It is. Definitely. I think this is the real deal. She’s moved into my place now. We’re getting her house ready to go on the market. She has a lot of junk to get rid of first.”

“Have you made plans for the future?”

“Not yet. I think about it constantly. I’ve even picked out a ring.”

“That’s a big step for not having discussed it first.”

“I didn’t say I bought the ring. I realise how compulsive that would be. It’s on hold for now.”

“Why the hesitation? That’s not like you.”

“I’m waiting for her house to sell before I bring it up. I don’t want to scare her.”

“What does her house selling have to do with scaring her or not?”

“It doesn’t. I just don’t want her to run away before we talk through it. I’m afraid of losing her.”

“So, you’re waiting until she has no other options?”

I could feel my stomach acid start to burn my throat. It was exactly what I was doing.

“Being vulnerable is the hardest part of intimacy, Jeff. It’s why some people avoid getting close to people.”

“Yeah, it sucks. It makes me feel so …” I knew the words, but I didn’t want to say them.

“Out of control?”

I nodded.

“If you were entering into this relationship two years ago, I might caution you. At that point in your development, it would’ve caused me concern. But not now. Not with your current degree of confidence. I think you’re ready for a committed relationship. You’ve developed some excellent coping mechanisms. In fact, I’ve been half expecting you to stop our sessions.”

“I’ve thought about it. But it feels good to hear that I’m doing the right things.”

“Then we should keep going. I’ll leave it totally up to you for how long.”

“There is this other thing that has cropped up lately. It’s sort of weird, and may be totally unrelated but I think I should mention it. I’m sort of developing some kind of fetish around impregnation. It’s starting to take over all my other fantasies.”

“Are your fantasies focused on Rachel, or on pregnant women in general?”

I thought about it for a second. “Only Rachel. But, I mean, all my fantasies are about Rachel right now.”

“Have you been unable to perform without this fantasy being present?”

“Oh, no. I can pretty much get it up …” I paused to reword my sentence. “I don’t need any visualizations when I’m with Rachel. This role playing and anything else we add is just an enhancement.”

Dr. Robinson smiled. “Then I don’t think you have anything to worry about. It’s perfectly normal to fantasize about the next phase of your life with the woman you love. I will, however, strongly suggest that you start talking to Rachel about it.”

“I’ve mentioned it once to her. That I fantasized about having totally unprotected sex with her.”

“I meant, talk to her about your future. About marriage. Kids. The other part is optional.”

Dr. Robinson’s expression was one of reproof. I was rapidly approaching the edge of her comfort zone. She preferred to stay in non-sexual territory. I wouldn’t have brought up the fetish, except that I wanted to know if it had anything to do with my obsessive personality. Apparently not.

——–

Rachel and I had pretty ordinary sex that night. I pinned her wrists over her head as I fucked her missionary style. We were going to be playing the next two nights, so I didn’t want to go all out. I liked just having sex sometimes. Hell, with Rachel, it was all good.

I collapsed onto the mattress next to Rachel and pulled her back to my chest to talk.

“Are you ready for our scene tomorrow night?”

Rachel nodded. “I’ve picked out my outfits and everything. I even invented a whole background for my character to go along with the scene.”

“When did you do that?”

“At work today, mostly.”

“You should be focusing on work while at work. Dr. Robinson would be disappointed.”

“How was your session tonight?”

My heart tripped as I thought about what Dr. Robinson had suggested I do. The thought of asking Rachel to marry me just wracked me with fear.

“Jeff?”

I realised that I hadn’t answered Rachel. “It was fine. Nothing ground-breaking. She sort of suggested that I didn’t have to see her anymore.”

“What do you think?”

“I probably don’t, but it doesn’t feel right to quit just yet. A little longer.”

“I’m sure she just wants you to know you have options.”

Rachel’s statement reminded me once again of what Dr. Robinson had said about stripping Rachel of options. It made me sick to think about it. It was one thing for Rachel to give me control, and something entirely different to take it from her. I didn’t want to be that guy.

But when I opened my mouth to bring up the subject of our future, I froze. Nothing came out.

“Are you alright? You seem miles away.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m here. Just tired, that’s all.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I can say that a thousand times a day, but can’t talk about commitment. What a fucking pussy I am.

——–

I managed to put it out of my mind for most of the day. It helped that we had a play session planned. I had something to capture my focus. By the time 4:00 rolled around, I was ready to slip into my harassing director role.

I shaved all my facial hair and changed into a business suit once I got to the vacant office space. Tie and all. I had to do something to make myself look older in Rachel’s eyes.

The space was pretty much the way it had been described. There was a reception area, three private offices, and a large open space with cubicles. For the scene I had planned, Rachel was the administrative assistant who sat near the door, and I was the asshole boss who occupied the largest of the three offices at the end of the hall. It was performance review time.

Rachel loved the scene because she had just gone through her performance review at work. This review was going to be a little different than the one she got at her real job, though.

I left papers on her desk, an assignment that she was to complete along with a note to come see me at 5:00pm. I knew she would be late.

When she appeared at the doorway of my office at 5:08pm, I was leaning back in my chair with a smug grin on my face, ignoring my open laptop.

“You’re late.”

Rachel’s eyes widened. She scanned my appearance from head to toe. Her stunned gaze flitted from my upper lip to my throat to my stomach and back again. “I, uh, I’m sorry, sir. I had to, uh…”

“Come in here and shut the door behind you. I’m not interested in your excuses, Miss Hobbs.” We’d decided to stick with our real names so it would be easier to remember.

“It’s Jameson now, sir. I’ve decided to switch back to my maiden name.”

My surname? For real, or just for this scene? “Very well, Miss Jameson. Have a seat.”

Rachel swallowed hard and moved quickly to the seat opposite the desk from me. Her nervousness was making my penis stiffen. Not to mention the cute little white blouse and flowery skirt she had picked out for the occasion. She almost looked too young to be working in an office. Another scene flashed quickly before my eyes. I filed it away to explore another time.

“I’ve been reviewing what your peers have had to say about working with you, along with the notes your previous manager has left. It appears that you are unfocused at times, is that correct?”

Rachel suppressed a smile. I’d just added that tidbit to my script the night before when she mentioned spending her time at work thinking about our scene. She cleared her throat before responding. “I don’t know. I try hard to stay on task most of the time.”

“And what about your tardiness? There was tonight, of course, but in your file I see this can be a problem.”

“I apologise for tonight, sir. As for the other times … I get detained sometimes at home in the morning. My, uh, brother hogs the shower.”

“Oh, come now, Miss Jameson, I don’t believe for a second that you live with your brother. Why would you lie to me like that?”

Rachel scrambled to think of an excuse. “I, uh, I’m sorry, sir. It’s my boyfriend who hogs the shower.”

She tilted her head in an accusatory gesture. I’d made her late for work a couple of weeks earlier because I’d taken over her shower to fuck her in the morning. I then finished my own bathing before letting her continue. I’d never been very good at sharing the shower.

I liked how she followed my lead on incorporating real life events in our role playing. She was a natural at it.

“On the balance, you do produce your share of work.” I paused and stood up from my chair as if pondering what to say next. I sauntered around the desk and then leaned back against it once I was standing directly in front of where she was sitting. “You’re the last employee I have to review today. You know what I’m finding most annoying about these reviews, Miss Jameson?”

Rachel shook her head as she blinked up at me.

“Mediocrity.”

“Sir?”

“People doing only just what they have to to get by. In your file there is nothing to suggest that you are a problem employee. No real infractions. And yet, also nothing to suggest that you’re trying very hard, either. I have a stack of reviews identical to yours sitting on my desk.” I pointed to a stack of manila files staged next to my laptop. “I can’t give everyone a raise. And my boss says I need to let two people go.”

I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest as I gazed down at Rachel with a sad expression on my face.

“It saddens me. It really does. You’re a very beautiful, bright young woman, Rachel.”

Rachel fidgeted. Pink splotches appeared on her neck and cheeks. She was starting to lose herself in the scene. “Please, sir. I like my job.”

I shook my head. “I just don’t know if you like it enough, Rachel.”

“I do. I swear. Please don’t fire me.”

“I don’t want to. Believe me. Just seeing you like this breaks my heart.”

I moved around her chair to stand behind her. My hands cupped her cheeks and then moved down her neck to massage her shoulders. Rachel froze and held her breath.

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. In fact, you’ll find that I can be a very … generous boss.”

“W-What do you mean?”

“I mean, that I like to work off a system of both rewards and punishments. Someone such as yourself who might stay late a couple of nights a week to help me in the office, might find themselves rewarded in a number of ways. Some financial. Some, let’s say, more intimate.”

I removed my hands from massaging her neck.

“But if that doesn’t interest you, maybe you should look for other work. I’m sure in this economy…”

“What sort of help do you have in mind?”

I placed one hand onto her neck and gently caressed the soft skin there as the fingers of my other hand went to work on her pinned hair. One by one I removed the pins, dropping each one on the floor until her hair fell onto her shoulders. “There, now. That’s so much better.”

My fingers sunk deep into her hair to massage her scalp. I had complete control of her head. One hand now cupping her chin as the other one massaged her scalp. Her eyelids grew heavier by the second. I slid my thumb up over her jaw and across her slack lips. Before she could grow tense, I slipped it past her lips and into her mouth. Her eyes shot open in alarm.

“Sh-sh-sh. No need to be alarmed. It’s just my thumb.” I circled my thumb over her tongue and then back farther into her mouth. Her tongue and mouth fell slack. “Suck on my thumb, Rachel. It’s okay. You know you want to.”

Rachel’s lips closed around the base of my thumb and her tongue pressed the digit to the roof of her mouth. Her suction pulled it deep inside her mouth.

“You have such a pretty mouth. Your tongue feels so very nice, too. Would you like to keep your job here, Rachel?”

Rachel nodded, maintaining a strong suction on my thumb as she did so. She looked so fucking adorable, I could hardly stand it another second.

“Still… there are some things in your file that might make someone question my decision to keep you. I might forgive your lack of focus, but there’s still the matter of your tardiness. Had you not been late to our meeting, I could’ve overlooked it. But you made me wait, Rachel. And I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Rachel released my thumb and swallowed hard. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Well, you’re just going to have to take your punishment, I’m afraid. Unless of course, you’d rather take your leave…?”

Rachel shook her head violently. It was really despicable the way I was playing my role. I hoped to hell Rachel never had a boss even remotely like the one I was portraying. I’d gladly go to jail for beating the shit out of any scumbag who treated their female employees this way.

I offered my hand to help her up. “Come. Let’s get this over with, then.”

I led her around the desk, rolling the desk chair away from any impediments before sitting down in it.

“Over my lap you go.” I patted my lap and waited with an expectant expression. “I don’t have all night, Miss Jameson. The sooner you bend over my lap, the sooner this will be behind us. Then we can move onto the reward.”

Rachel perked up at the sound of that. She licked her lips and studied my thighs. She could no doubt see the outline of my erection through the trousers. I smiled when her eyes darted up to mine. She inched to one side of me, unsure of how to go about bending over.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake … here.” I yanked her wrist until she fell onto my lap and then caught her waist with my free arm to keep her from sliding off my legs. “Steady yourself with your palms on the floor.” I hardly needed to tell her the last part. Her hands had already gone there to keep from teetering onto her head.

Rachel’s choice of skirt was perfect for what I had in mind. I had no idea if she would choose a tight- or loose-fitting skirt for our scene. We didn’t discuss it in advance because that would give away what I wanted to do. I knew I could adjust my script to either, but silently preferred a skirt that I could hike up for a bare bottom spanking. She just so happened to pick one. Or, maybe had a similar vision of how this would go.

“It’s important that you understand that I glean no satisfaction from hurting you. Once I’ve finished, the punishment is complete.”

“How many, sir?”

“I am going to time it. You were eight minutes late, therefore, you will sustain eight minutes of punishment.”

Rachel gasped. Eight minutes could be a very long time over the knee.

I smoothed her skirt down and lifted my hand for her first set of swats through the thin cotton fabric. I thought it would be a good warm up to leave the skirt down at first. I came down in rapid strokes, around six or eight at a time, switching from one butt cheek to the other.

I paused after about 30 seconds of solid warm-up. Rachel was panting. She had begun to squirm on the last few strokes, indicating that her ass was starting to heat-up. I wedged my hand between her knees and then slid it up her inner thighs. Her skirt pooled around my wrist. I then gathered the fabric with my other hand and lifted it to expose her bottom.

She was wearing lavender cotton panties. Pink flesh peeked out beneath the fabric. I yanked at the elastic, tucking the fabric firmly into her butt crack until her cheeks were fully exposed. Her flesh had already turned a lovely bright shade of pink. I ran my fingers over the heated flesh for several moments, then without warning, lifted my hand for the first serious swat.

Rachel yelped and whined. I gritted my teeth through the rage that boiled up from hearing the whining noise. I hated whining, but we were in a scene. I was Mr. Hadfield, the harassing boss; not Jeff, the dominant boyfriend. I didn’t want to break the mood. Instead, I lifted my hand and came down even harder, for two strokes instead of one.

Rachel huffed and hissed, but she caught herself before she whined again. That’s my girl.

I continued to spank her bare bottom, switching from side to side. Rachel would grab my calf when it got too much for her and I would take a break. But only for a moment before continuing on. And mostly because my hand was starting to sting like hell. I silently wished I’d brought a ruler with me.

I glanced at my laptop to check the time. It had been just over eight minutes. I was ready for this part of the scene to be over. I stilled my arm and rested it on her upper thighs so I could caress her red bottom. She was going to have trouble sitting after that. Luckily, I didn’t intend for her to sit again.

I listened for her breathing to slow to near normal. When she started to take deep breaths to fill her lungs again, I knew she was ready. I let my fingers trail between her thighs to pet her pussy through the cotton. Rachel’s body tensed.

“I told you that I can be a very giving boss. I like to reward good behavior, Rachel.”

“I thought you meant with bonuses and stuff like that.”

My index finger traced a line up and down her slit through the sodden fabric of her panties. “There are other rewards that you’ll find much more satisfying. I think you want me to show you, but you’re afraid of what that’ll make you. Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, then, let me tell you exactly what it will make you. You will be my very special girl, Rachel. You want that, don’t you? To be my special girl?”

Rachel nodded but didn’t answer.

“I want that, too. Now, let me help you stand up.”

I shifted my legs so she could gain purchase with her feet and stand. I steadied her in front of me as all the blood rushed back down her body.

“Remove your skirt and panties.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to make you feel good, of course. This is your reward. Now, stop dawdling.”

Rachel reached over to her side to unfasten her skirt. A moment later, it was cascading to the floor. She tentatively tugged at her panties as she hissed through the pain of the elastic sliding over her tender skin.

I ogled her bare pussy as if I were seeing it for the first time. “How lovely. Just the way I like it. You are truly my special girl, Rachel.”

She turned her head to the side in embarrassment. I knew better, though. If she didn’t come within a minute, I was going to be surprised. I’d planned this scene with just the right amount of humiliation for her. I knew her pussy was already throbbing.

I leaned forward in my chair and snaked my tongue out to her slit. “Mmmmm. You taste perfect. Widen your stance for me, little one.”

Tears were welling in her eyes. I wasn’t positive if they were leftover from the spanking, or a product of the humiliation she was feeling at the moment. She widened her stance just a few inches and covered her face with her hand.

I slid my thumbs into her slit and opened her labia to expose her clitoral hood. Her pretty pink center was peeking out from beneath its protective hooded flesh. It was swollen and erect. So beautiful.

I approached her flesh with a soft tongue, laving and swirling around the slick tissue. Heat radiated from her center. She was already so close to orgasm. Our scene had gotten her into a perfect frame of mind to climax. I was just there to tip her over.

I glanced up at her face. She was still hiding behind her splayed palm.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Miss Jameson. Your pussy is beautiful and ripe. I just want to make it feel good. So, don’t be afraid to cum. I want my special girl to come for me.”

My hands slid around her hips to grip her bottom and pull her to my face. She yelped and shuffled her feet to remain standing. My tongue delved between her pussy lips and assaulted her clit. It was time for her to let go. I squeezed her heated butt cheeks as I worked her hard center, never straying from it for a moment. Several seconds later, her knees buckled and her hands gripped my shoulders. She gasped and sputtered her release, refraining from uttering a single sound. It was the only thing left that she controlled.

I sat back and smacked my lips with a satisfying noise and smug grin. Straightening my tie, I sat back in my chair to unashamedly admire her swollen lips.

“You’re a remarkable girl. I want your pussy just like this tomorrow.” I reached out to casually stroke her glistening lips. “Don’t let that boyfriend of yours fuck it tonight. Okay, little one?”

Rachel nodded. Her chin quivered and fresh tears pooled in her eyes. She was getting into the scene a little more than I had planned. I didn’t expect so many tears. I debated on whether or not to call off the rest of the scene. I had planned to have her suck me off, but I didn’t know if I could come with her on the verge of tears like she was.

You need to trust her, Jeff. She knows to use her safeword if it gets to be too much. Until then, you have to see this through. If you back down now, it’ll do more damage than just pushing through it. Regroup. Think.

I pulled her onto my lap and tucked her face into my neck. I held her while she quietly sniffled. A few silent minutes passed. I was giving her a timeout without calling it out loud.

“Was that so terrible that you have to cry about it, little one?” I needed to get back on track.

Rachel shook her head. “No.”

“Be honest with me, now. My special girl liked having her pussy licked, didn’t she?” I hoped I wasn’t laying it on too thick.

Rachel nodded. “Yes.”

The fact that she answered verbally told me that we were back in business. She would never say it out loud if she were feeling traumatized by it. “That’s my good girl.”

I cringed as soon as the sentence left my mouth. Those were my words. Jeff’s words. I meant to say ‘special’ instead of 'good’. I didn’t want to use any term of endearment for her during the scene that I used in our real life. But I could hardly help that it was what I was thinking at that moment. I was immensely proud of how she was handling the scene.

“I think I deserve a little something for saving your job and treating you so nicely. Don’t you?”

Rachel lifted her head from my shoulder and sat upright. She avoided looking me in the eye as she nodded slowly.

“I don’t think I can wait another day to feel that pretty little mouth again.” I eased her off my lap and pressed on her shoulders until she was kneeling in front of me. I very carefully brushed her hair behind her shoulders, then I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers. Her cheeks flushed in response.

I wasn’t going to touch her breasts, but they were hard to resist. And my penis had softened considerably during our time-out. I needed to get back in the mood.

My hands moved to the top button of her blouse. Rachel glanced up at me briefly before averting her gaze again. I unbuttoned each one until her white cotton blouse hung open. She was wearing a front clasp bra. She seemed to have a lot of those. It wouldn’t have mattered either way. I would’ve just pushed the other kind up over her breasts and fondled them that way. That would’ve added to the humiliation.

I unclasped her bra and held onto it for a moment for dramatic effect before peeling it to the sides. My penis appreciated the suspense, which was what I was after. Rachel’s chest rose and fell more rapidly. She, too, was relishing the anticipation.

My eyes lit up with wonder as her breasts were revealed. Her nipples were hardly more than dots on her chest, puckered to perfect, tight, protruding points. Gooseflesh blanketed the surrounding area.

For a moment, it felt like someone had knocked the wind out of me. Her breasts were sheer perfection. I’d always felt that way about them, but this was like seeing them for the first time again. Her unmistakable arousal broadcasted across her chest like that was really something breathtaking to behold.

My palms immediately cupped both her breasts at the same time, my thumbs grazing her lovely, hard points. “I can make you feel this good every time, Rachel. That will be your reward for keeping this a secret from everyone. Only you and I can know you’re my special girl.” I tugged at her nipples and she gasped. I thought there was a good possibility I could bring her to climax a second time. But we weren’t at home, and we didn’t drive together. I was a little concerned for her safety after the scene was over.

I released her breasts and quickly unfastened my pants, pulling my now rigid cock from my briefs. Rachel glanced down at it. Her breathing hitched, and then she worried her lower lip between her teeth. It was such a cute response, and totally new. She’d never chewed on her lip like that before. It was so fucking sexy.

I reached up to still her mouth with my thumb, still dumbstruck from the effect it was having on my steel rod. “Suck my cock, little one.”

My hand slipped behind her neck to guide her face to my cock. She hesitated for a second just before her lips touched the tip of my mushroom head. Then she opened her mouth and took me all the way to the back of her throat.

“Oh, yeah, little one. That’s it.”

I guided her face up and down my shaft. Her lips clamped tight around my girth as her warm, wet mouth devoured my length over and over again. I eased her farther onto my cock so I could feel the tight ring at the back of her throat. I held her there for a couple of seconds and then released her so she could catch her breath.

She looked up at me with watery eyes and it was my undoing. My balls tingled and drew up. I’d always given her notice of my arrival, but it didn’t feel right for this character. He would expect his office whore to take it and swallow without complaint. I casually tapped on Rachel’s cheek a couple of seconds before I unloaded into her mouth. I almost didn’t get that much done. I didn’t have much warning. The climax overtook me in a rush and rolled through me with unbelievable force.

——–

I blinked hard at my computer screen. I hadn’t gotten shit done all day. Our scene kept replaying in my mind as if my engorged cock held the remote. There just wasn’t enough blood left over for my brain to do anything but wander aimlessly and plan where our next scene was going.

We’d sort of continued our role-playing into the night. Only after we both arrived home, I was back to being Jeff again. Rachel showered almost as soon as she arrived home. I was concerned that maybe the scene had a lasting effect on her since she never showered at night. But when I asked her if we needed to talk, she smiled and winked at me as she shook her head.

God, I want to spend the rest of my life with this woman.

I tried to make advances on her in bed but she pushed me away, claiming that she was wiped out from her performance review and long day at work. She then informed me that her boss would be retaining her the next night as well and that I shouldn’t wait on her for dinner.

She’d clearly thought this through on her ride from the office to the house. I hadn’t really thought of combining the two days into one long office scene the way she was doing, but it worked. It just made me unable to focus on anything else. I should’ve taken the day off.

I shutdown my laptop early to head to the vacant offices. I’d noticed the day before that there was an unsecured wireless network available. I could actually work from that office, which would be infinitely better than trying to concentrate at my desk with a raging hard-on. I didn’t have to worry about someone noticing it.

I settled into my chair and started getting into character. I’d brought some additional props with me this time. I’d gotten the idea from watching movies with high-powered executives. They all seemed to have decanters of liquor in their office. There was a credenza in the vacant office that might’ve been used for that very purpose, so I picked up a cheap decanter and highball glass set at the store on my lunch break. I filled the decanter with decaffeinated tea and arranged the glasses in a circle around it atop the credenza.

I didn’t have much scripted for our play session. My brain hadn’t been working all day. I was going to have to improvise.

I heard movement around the reception desk. Rachel was early. She wanted to make sure she didn’t get punished for being late again. Smart girl. This much I’d hoped for. I didn’t think my cock could wait through another spanking. It’d been painfully swollen and throbbing for the past few hours in anticipation of our scene.

I turned my attention to my laptop when I heard her footsteps approaching down the hallway. I could hardly contain the excitement that was mounting over seeing her again. I’d never felt that much longing for anything in my life. Not even drugs. And I knew it wasn’t the scene that was causing me to feel that way. It was Rachel.

I took a deep breath and steeled my face just a tick before she appeared in the doorway.

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

I slowly released the breath I was holding before glancing in her direction. She’d chosen a different look entirely this time. She looked more sophisticated and professional. She wore a tight pencil skirt that ended just above her knee, high heels that were an inch too tall for the office, and a silk blouse that had an alluring drape in front. Her hair was loosely fastened to the back of her head with a claw that could be removed with a single squeeze of the prongs.

I tried to clear my mind of the visual I had of her hair falling over her bare shoulders. I wasn’t going to make it through that scene if I didn’t focus.

I caught a glimpse of a smirk on Rachel’s lips. She knew what the outfit was doing to me. She probably wore it on purpose to try and derail me.

“Yes, Miss Jameson. Come in. Shut the door behind you, please.”

When Rachel turned around, she noticed the decanter on the credenza. Her brow furrowed as she stared at it. I knew she was wondering how I intended to use that prop and if I’d decided to start drinking again just for our scene.

“I see you staring at my scotch. Would you like a drink, Miss Jameson?”

Rachel snapped her face toward me. She shook her head.

“Please, have a seat.” I stood and gestured toward her chair and then waited for her to sit before walking to the credenza to pour two glasses. “We should have a drink. It will help to relax you.”

“Do I need to relax, sir?”

I chuckled as I finished pouring. Then, with a knowing smile on my face, I turned and presented her glass to her. She accepted it with a shaky hand, and I held mine up for a toast. “To tonight.”

I clinked my glass to hers and lifted it to my lips for a healthy sip. Rachel watched me take my sip before tentatively lifting her glass to sniff the contents. A crease formed on her forehead as she took her first sip, then immediately smoothed when the realisation hit her.

I went on as if nothing had happened. “I’d like to keep our late night work sessions more social like this. I assume nothing has changed since last night… No second thoughts, no sudden attacks of misguided morality?”

Rachel closed her eyes and shook her head. She swallowed hard before answering. “No.” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper.

It made my cock harder knowing she was already anticipating what was coming next. I honestly didn’t think it was possible for it to get any harder.

I reached out and stroked her cheek with my knuckles and then watched the pink splotches crawl up her neck and over her pale face. I wondered how much her mind was warring with her responsive body. I could hardly wait for our debriefing afterward. I planned to start it right after I came. I didn’t even want to wait until we were home. I enjoyed playing, but I missed my Rachel.

I kept stroking her cheek as I sipped my drink. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot today, Rachel. Have you been thinking about me?”

The colour of her cheeks reddened. I could actually feel the rush of heat against my knuckles. She nodded and dipped her head in defeat, her drink coming to rest on her lap.

“Were you able to keep your boyfriend at bay last night?”

“Yes, sir. I did as you asked.”

“Oh, you have missed me. You’re hoping for another reward, aren’t you, my special girl?”

Rachel squirmed in her seat and swallowed hard. She leaned forward and set her half full glass on the edge of the desk and then fought to keep her shaking hands still on her lap. She was positively brimming with sexual tension.

“You don’t have to answer, I can see it in your body. You’re aching for me to touch you again. Is that what you’ve been thinking about today, Rachel? Have you been fantasizing about my tongue swirling around your pert little clit until you explode? Has your tight little cunt been aching to feel me inside you?”

Rachel gasped and then swallowed hard. Her silk blouse shook, betraying how much her body was trembling with need.

“I can still taste you on my tongue. So sweet. I didn’t get to spend the time I wanted there. I want to explore more of what you have to offer, Rachel. Get to know every inch of you as you will come to know me in time.”

I set my drink down next to hers and cupped her face in my palms, lifting her gaze to mine.

“Tonight will set our future. After this, there is no going back.”

I steadied her face in my palms to claim her mouth. Plunging my tongue past her lips, I filled the moist space and seized it for my own selfish purpose. It took her a few seconds to submit to the act, then her tongue was swirling with mine. I released my hold on her face and pulled her up from her chair and into my arms, never breaking contact with her lips.

Our kissing deepened and then grew more frantic as the need escalated within us both. At the rate we were going, I was going to come in my pants before I even got her blouse off. I reluctantly pulled away from our kiss to get back into my role.

We were both panting and clawing at each other like animals in heat. The scene had escalated too quickly.

“Not so fast, little one.” I took a few deep breaths to slow down my breathing and heart rate. “Rome wasn’t built in a day.” It was cliche, but unfortunately also the only thing that popped into my head. It fit the role, though.

Rachel stifled a chuckle and buried her face in my shoulder to hide the smile I was sure was on her face.

“You don’t want to rouse the animal in me, little one. He might just hurt you.”

I could tell the very instant that smile left Rachel’s face. A chill ran through her and she started to pull away from my grasp. I tightened my hold on her and roughly groped her right breast through her blouse to drive the point home.

I released her breast and unbuckled my belt. Pinning her against the desk with my body, I unfastened my trousers and pulled my engorged cock through the opening in the boxers I was wearing.

“This is what you’ve really come here for, isn’t it, Rachel little one?”

Rachel turned her head to the side to avoid looking at it. I firmly grasped her wrist and eased her hand to my stiff cock.

“Play with my penis, little one. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. The beast is silenced.”

I held her wrist as her fingers slowly glided over my shaft.

“That’s my special girl.”

Rachel winced at the phrase but kept exploring with her fingers. I released her wrist to allow her to do it on her own. I got a charge out of watching her caress my cock with such reluctance. There was something about it that turned me on.

I reached into her blouse and snaked my hand beneath her bra to fondle her breast. A few seconds later, I had her unclasped and was holding the weight of her bare bosom in my hand.

She wouldn’t face me for another kiss, so I lowered my face to her neck and began to kiss and suckle her there. I knew this was a major erogenous zone for Rachel, and her body responded accordingly. She arched her back, thrusting her breast harder into my massaging palm.

It felt like I was witnessing a tennis match. Her willing body against her reluctant mind. At the moment, her body was winning. Time to serve one up for her mind, now.

“I like the way you’re stroking my cock, little one. I’d like it better if you were naked. Think you can manage that while I shutdown my computer?” I tapped her chin for an extra demeaning effect before tucking my cock back into my boxers and buttoning the trousers to keep them up as I walked around the desk.

Rachel appeared to be frozen in place. I could only imagine the litany of names she was calling me at that moment. I pretended not to notice her as I focused on my computer screen, but I caught every move she made from my peripheral vision.

It took her a couple of seconds to start moving toward the goal of removing her clothes. I imagine she was giving herself a pretty heavy pep talk. She was a strong woman, who in real life had never succumbed to such demeaning control. Truth be told, what I was doing to her was mild compared to what I’d done in the past with other willing subs.

The thing I’d learned from my experience in the lifestyle was that one size didn’t fit all. What we were doing might bore the snot out of someone else. And what another submissive endured would probably scare the shit out of Rachel. It didn’t really matter as long as what you did was working for you.

And even though this was pretty tame compared to other scenes I’d done, it was definitely working for me.

She took her time removing her clothing and so I took my time shutting down, being sure to send off a few last minute emails as if having a naked woman in my office was a regular occurrence and not nearly as important as business. By the time my screen was going blank, she no doubt felt the full weight of her insignificance to my character.

I shoved the laptop into the carrying case and cleared the desktop of all other contents. I’d brought a ruler and had it prominently displayed atop the desk in case she decided to be disobedient. I had to be ready to follow through on punishments, if needed, and my hand couldn’t take another long spanking. I was thankful the scene hadn’t gone that direction.

I approached Rachel’s flank and pulled her naked body against my business suit to give her the full effect of her vulnerability. Her arms were crossed over her front, protecting her breasts and lower abdomen. She was so cute like that, but not quite where I wanted her. Time for a nice lob for the other side.

I unclipped her hair and nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent and laying small kisses beneath her ear and along her shoulder. She shivered in response. Yes, that’s it. Let the feeling take you.

My arms engulfed her, my hand brushing her arm away from her breast so I could fondle it as I nibbled her ear. I’d made it once again clear that I was the one who controlled what happened. That was the way to get her to submit the way I wanted. To get her juices flowing so urgently that she would do just about anything for release.

I could feel her relaxing in my arms; succumbing to the quickening. My hand slid down her abdomen and over her pussy mound. I cupped her there possessively for a brief moment to convey my claim. Then I pushed my middle finger past her pussy lips and into her hot, wet hole.

Rachel sucked a sharp breath into her lungs at the intrusion. I bit her ear to keep her from moving, and then continued to finger fuck her. I didn’t want to all out fuck her or get her off, I just wanted to show her that I liked to play with her pussy. That it was mine to play with.

“Your pussy is once again ripe for me, Rachel. This time I’m going to give it what it really wants.”

Rachel’s head shook slowly from side to side, and her mouth opened as if she were about to protest, but she said nothing. She simply looked stunned, panting and mewling as I continued to work my finger in and out of her wet cunt.

I unbuttoned my pants and let them drop to the floor. I didn’t bother with the boxers, I could leave them in place and fuck her through the open fly. Inching her toward the desk until her thighs came flush against the side, I slipped my finger out of her pussy and pressed her down onto the desk, face-first.

I hoisted her right knee up and onto the desk to open her cunt to me. Then I positioned my throbbing head at her opening.

“Wait! Please, no.”

“It’s too late for that now, little one.”

“I, uh, I’m not on the pill. I could get pregnant.”

This must’ve been part of her character background that she’d conjured up for our scene. I stared down at her glistening cunt, my cock throbbing to enter. I eased the head of my cock inside her warmth and instantly felt her pulsating welcome.

“Please believe me.”

“I do believe you. If you thought that was going to stop me, you were wrong. I love the thought of filling you with my seed and making a baby. I want you to get pregnant. In fact, I might just have you stay after work every night until you do. And if that’s not enough, at lunch, too.”

My hips started bucking furiously, thrusting my cock as deep as I could inside her.

“And when your belly is big and round with my baby, I’m going to keep fucking you.”

I was lost in my own fantasy again, the one that had been haunting my mind for weeks.

“I’m going to suckle milk from your breast as you feed our child, and then I’m going to fill you with my seed until you’re pregnant again. Yes. Fuck.”

I slammed my hips hard into her for my final thrusts, unloading everything I had in a series of intense, shuddering waves that left me seeing stars. I gripped her hips to steady me upright.

For several silent seconds, we remained in that position.

When blood flow returned to my head, I eased out of her pussy and pulled her knee off the desk to return her foot back to the floor. A twinge of guilt washed over me as I realized that I’d been totally selfish. I had no idea if she came or not.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her cheek and neck, working my way along her jaw toward her lips.

Suddenly I had this urgent need to tell her how I felt. “I love you so much, Rachel.”

She smiled, but before she had a chance to reply, my lips were on hers. I was desperate to kiss her. It felt like we’d been apart for days or something. I’d never felt that way after a scene before. I wanted to make love to her again, but not on that desk. Not in that office. At home. In our bed.

I couldn’t let go of her, though. Not yet. I wished I could just beam us there.

I sat down in the chair behind me pulling her firmly onto my lap and holding her in place. Rachel slumped against my chest and heaved a deep sigh.

I stroked her hair. “Are you alright?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. That was intense.”

I nodded. I knew it had been for me. “Did you cum?”

Rachel nodded and chuckled. “Yeah.”

“What’s so funny?”

“Your reaction to my confession about not being on the pill. It was so powerful.”

“That’s because I wasn’t acting.”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s how I feel about impregnating you. I want to have children with you. I want to get married first, don’t get me wrong.”

Rachel lifted her head and twisted to look me square in the face. “What are you saying, Jeff?”

“I think I’m asking you to marry me.”

My heart thudded in my chest for the ten second delay in her response. Tears welled in her eyes and her body started to tremble as she nodded her head.

“Is that a yes?”

She managed a smile before her first sob took her. “Yes.”

my-innermost-musings:

Reblog if spanking your girl makes you hard or if getting spanked by your man makes you wet.

playfully–sadistic:

concept: you’re naked, bending over my lap with handcuffs holding your wrists together on your back, a vibrator stuffed into your hole and my hand spanking your bare ass with varying strength and speed, and I’ve got a timer started to see how long it takes for you to cum like this.