"A certain
light was beginning to dawn dimly within her, — the light which, showing the
way, forbids it." Kate Chopin, The Awakening
It was a day like any other.
The consultants were in and I stood, the only woman in a crowd of men, playing my
role as one of the guys. It was like this every month. We all milled about
waiting for meetings to start, telling stories and jokes, each trying to one up
the last. I can’t even remember what I said that day that got his attention,
but when I looked up he was there, staring, causing the tiny hairs on the back
of my neck to stand on end, sparking a quiver deep within. It happened in an
instant.
We continued our separate conversations
as if nothing had happened, as if the world hadn’t just shifted on its axis.
Finally, the meeting started and our gaze broke. I was shaken to the core.
Nothing would ever be the same. The door had been opened. That part of me I had
locked away so long ago had awoken. It opened its eyes, cocked its ears, and
nodded in recognition. I see you it said. I’ve been waiting.
~~~
I hadn’t been back in my
office five minutes when my email went off. It was from him.
The
Melrose. 9 pm.
I sat staring at the screen
for what seemed like an eternity. What was I going to do? This was such a bad
idea. He may only be a consultant, but we work together. That always ends
badly. I knew that – better than most, perhaps, but the temptation was there.
How long had it been since I’d met someone who could really command me? Since I’d
felt the sharp crack of leather on flesh? Since I’d felt the pure joy known
only when you truly submit?
Since Aaron broke you, I
reminded myself.
It’s not that there hadn’t
been men since Aaron. There had. But not men like this. For so long I told myself
that I could live without it, that I didn’t need it. But the moment we locked
eyes today, I knew how wrong I had been. I’d been fooling myself to think that I’d
ever be satisfied, much less happy, within the confines of a normal
relationship. He looked at me today and something inside me stirred.
I struggled with myself all
afternoon. Every fiber of my being longed to say yes, but the rational voice
inside my head kept saying no. It kept telling me to remember what happened
last time. It kept telling me not to mix business and pleasure. It even tried
telling me that there had to be someone else, no, that there would be someone
else. Someone I didn’t have to see at work every month. Someone…anyone…but it
was futile. As much as I agonized, as much as I reasoned, deep down, I always
knew I would say yes.
~~~
I walked into the bar at nine
on the dot and spotted him, immediately, waiting at a table in a dimly lit
corner. He watched me possessively as I crossed the room. I
could tell from the faint trace of a smile on his lips that I’d chosen the
right dress. It was a deep green sheath that accented every curve.
As I approached the table, I
was trembling.
He stood, traced my cheekbone
with his fingertip, and said, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
It was the only time he would
ask.
That evening, over a bottle
of red, we discussed terms. Nothing would happen that night. No one was to
know. At the office, we would feign indifference. My time would be my
own, but when I was with him, I would belong to him, obey him. I would do
whatever he asked of me with no hesitation. I would fuck no one but him. He
would never push me farther than he thought I could go. No skin would be
broken. No marks would be visible when clothed. Either of us could end it at
any time.
He walked me to my car at the
end of the night. As he leaned down kiss me, he grasped my right nipple between
finger and thumb and squeezed it hard enough that I gasped against his mouth.
“Until tomorrow,” he
breathed.
I drove home in a daze and
lay awake most of the night basking in the glow of the evening and of the
anticipation of what was to come.
~~~
~~~
When
he walked in my door that evening, I was naked, kneeling in the center
of the room, knees wide apart, arms behind my back, the chain between
the clamps shivering against my skin with each trembling breath. The
briefest of smiles flitted across his lips, but was quickly replaced
with his usual stern expression. He paced towards me, removing his
jacket. The candlelight flickered off of the silver in his hair.
He stood before me, drinking me in, and slowly loosened his tie. With one finger under my chin, he lifted me to my feet. I could hear the tie slipping from around his neck as he circled around behind me. The quiet throb from the clamps on my nipples moved lower as I felt the soft, slick material of his tie binding my wrists together. He ran a finger down my spine.
He crossed the room and sat, facing me, in a brown leather chair. His eyes bored into me, as if he was memorizing the moment. My skin burned under his gaze. Finally, he motioned me towards him.
I stood directly in front of him and he hooked his finger over the chain and used it to pull me closer. The clamps tugged at my nipples, sending chills over my skin. He kissed me then -- deeply, penetratingly, aggressively -- as if he were claiming me, tugging all the while on the chain.
As quickly as the kiss began, it ended, and I found myself sprawled across his lap. His palm came down at lightening speed and exploded on my ass with a loud crack. He continued to rain blows down on me, catching first one side, then the other, and sometimes both until my breath came in shuddering gasps and my ass glowed red. I could feel his cock against my stomach, hard with desire.
Leaving my hands bound behind my back, he lifted me to standing. We faced one another and I could feel the heat burning between us. At his direction I began to undo the buttons of his shirt with my mouth. The smell of his skin was heady and the black hairs on his chest tickled my cheek as I moved lower. He dropped his shirt to the floor as, kneeling before him, I undid his belt with my teeth. He stepped out of his pants and stood before me, gloriously naked. Looking up at him, I felt drunk with desire.
He sat back in the chair, turned me, and pulled me down on top of him. I was so wet from the bare handed spanking, that his cock slid into me with no resistance. For a brief moment we were both perfectly still. He filled me so completely. I sheathed him so tightly. He placed his hands on my hips and we began to move against one another. He leaned forward, his chest against my back, his chin against my neck, and reached around and removed the clamps from my nipples. The rush of pain and pleasure from their release flooded my body as he kneaded my breasts with his fingers.
His hands trailed lower. One grasped my left hip and the other reached between my legs and he began stroking me in time with his thrusts. My eyes closed, my head dropped back against his shoulder. His mouth found my throat, searing the flesh there. My sore, freshly spanked ass pounded into his thighs as our rhythm became frantic with the need for mutual release. His fingers released my hip and his hand clamped over my mouth. With this additional bit of restraint, my orgasm crashed over me in thundering gallops and I cried out against his palm, his own sounds of release muffled by my neck.
He gently unbound my wrists, casting his tie aside, and cradled me in his lap. My arms circled his neck, my face nestled against his chest. He kissed the top of my head and whispered, to himself more than to me, "You might be my undoing."
If he only knew, I thought, and hid my smile against his chest.
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He stood before me, drinking me in, and slowly loosened his tie. With one finger under my chin, he lifted me to my feet. I could hear the tie slipping from around his neck as he circled around behind me. The quiet throb from the clamps on my nipples moved lower as I felt the soft, slick material of his tie binding my wrists together. He ran a finger down my spine.
He crossed the room and sat, facing me, in a brown leather chair. His eyes bored into me, as if he was memorizing the moment. My skin burned under his gaze. Finally, he motioned me towards him.
I stood directly in front of him and he hooked his finger over the chain and used it to pull me closer. The clamps tugged at my nipples, sending chills over my skin. He kissed me then -- deeply, penetratingly, aggressively -- as if he were claiming me, tugging all the while on the chain.
As quickly as the kiss began, it ended, and I found myself sprawled across his lap. His palm came down at lightening speed and exploded on my ass with a loud crack. He continued to rain blows down on me, catching first one side, then the other, and sometimes both until my breath came in shuddering gasps and my ass glowed red. I could feel his cock against my stomach, hard with desire.
Leaving my hands bound behind my back, he lifted me to standing. We faced one another and I could feel the heat burning between us. At his direction I began to undo the buttons of his shirt with my mouth. The smell of his skin was heady and the black hairs on his chest tickled my cheek as I moved lower. He dropped his shirt to the floor as, kneeling before him, I undid his belt with my teeth. He stepped out of his pants and stood before me, gloriously naked. Looking up at him, I felt drunk with desire.
He sat back in the chair, turned me, and pulled me down on top of him. I was so wet from the bare handed spanking, that his cock slid into me with no resistance. For a brief moment we were both perfectly still. He filled me so completely. I sheathed him so tightly. He placed his hands on my hips and we began to move against one another. He leaned forward, his chest against my back, his chin against my neck, and reached around and removed the clamps from my nipples. The rush of pain and pleasure from their release flooded my body as he kneaded my breasts with his fingers.
His hands trailed lower. One grasped my left hip and the other reached between my legs and he began stroking me in time with his thrusts. My eyes closed, my head dropped back against his shoulder. His mouth found my throat, searing the flesh there. My sore, freshly spanked ass pounded into his thighs as our rhythm became frantic with the need for mutual release. His fingers released my hip and his hand clamped over my mouth. With this additional bit of restraint, my orgasm crashed over me in thundering gallops and I cried out against his palm, his own sounds of release muffled by my neck.
He gently unbound my wrists, casting his tie aside, and cradled me in his lap. My arms circled his neck, my face nestled against his chest. He kissed the top of my head and whispered, to himself more than to me, "You might be my undoing."
If he only knew, I thought, and hid my smile against his chest.
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