THIRTEEN: I Won't Be Easy On You Tonight

The office day is stilted, to say the least.

David doesn’t speak to me again, and I don’t speak to him again. I just do my work, clock off at 5.30pm, and march out of the building.

I speak to Marcus on the way home about spending the night at my ‘friend’s house’, i.e. my night job. Sel is going to come over, pick me up from my apartment, and then Marcus will walk us both downstairs.

It takes the whole walk back to convince him to let me go. Once Sel turns up at mine, he suddenly realises that he’s absolutely okay with it, but he simply needs her number as well as mine to keep tabs on me.

I’m suspicious, particularly as I notice his eyes lingering on her a little bit too long.

Either way, I put my evening outfit in a bag, throw my coat on, and rush off with Sel. I feel a wave of peace rush over me as I step into The Red Room, Nico running up to hug me, and I take a couple minutes just to take everything in.

I have an hour until David is due to come in. Apparently, he left a few stern words with Sel when she called him to rearrange yesterday, and after the days I’ve spent with him, I’m both nervous and eager to see how he’ll behave.

My instructions are to wait in the room before he arrives. I sit on the armchair, one leg crossed over the other, in his favourite purple corset, my hair tied up, mask glued on, and wait.

Ten minutes after my scheduled time, he finally walks in.

Immediately straightening up, I watch him shut the door with a loud slam. There is anger all over his face.

He instantly grabs my ponytail and hauls me to my feet.

“I won’t be easy on you tonight, Doll.” He growls.

“Have you ever been easy on me?” I counter, with a wicked twinkle in my eye.

He just pulls me over to the table which he requested on my fourth session, and pushes me face down onto it. I lick my bottom lip in anticipation.

This is what I need. Him to be mad. Me to fight back. To release my anger towards him.

He kicks my legs further apart, orders me to stay, and then I hear him walk around me to get his supplies. When I feel him stand back behind me, he grabs my wrists, pulling them to the small of my back, and then there’s the familiar sensation of rope being tied around them.

“Two things. One, stay completely silent unless I ask you something.” He says menacingly into my ear as he ties. “Second, when you answer, I want you to call me ‘Sir’.”

My eyes widen. My abdomen flares with heat. My breath becomes shaky. I shift my head, trying to look up at him, but his hand goes back to my hair to keep me in place.

“Do you understand?!” He demands.

I swallow. Then I awkwardly nod my head as best as I can against the desk.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.” I say breathlessly.

Why does he suddenly want to be called sir?

I have suspicions. Starting with the obvious fact that I said it at the office earlier today.

SWAT

The harsh fiery sting of the nine tails across my ass informs me that my punishment has began.

The evening flies by in a blur of emotional rollercoaster-ing.

He puts a gag on my mouth, only pulling it off briefly at every question he asks. He alternates between soft and hard touches, whips and vibrations, teasing my senses, and pushing my limits.

He was right, he isn’t going easy on me.

An hour in, he’s only let me come once, although he hasn’t done the one thing that I really want. He hasn’t touched me yet, not with his fingers, and not with his lips. I desperately want to feel him on me just like the first session.

I take his punishments, his teasing, without a single word of protest like a good submissive. But when he stops my orgasm for the tenth time, I groan loudly in frustration.

He comes up in front of me, his forehead shining a little from sweat, as he looks down at me. His jacket and waistcoat, are gone. The top three buttons of his shirt have come undone over the evening, and I desperately want to put my hands on the skin underneath.

He grabs my jaw, making me look in his eyes.

“Something wrong, Doll?” He asks, the innocence in his words a sharp contrast to the lust in his eyes.

I shake my head, even though my body is arching in the box frame to get closer to him.

He looks down at me squirming, then smiles.

“What is it you want?” He asks, his other hand dropping the g-spot toy he’s holding, and instead reaching up to pull the gag out of my mouth.

I run my tongue around my mouth, my lips, trying to get rid of the dry feeling, and then I just stare back at him. I don’t want to tell him, to ask him. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how desperate he makes me.

“I asked you a question.” He spits, his hand falling from my jaw to my neck and squeezing it lightly.

“Anything you can give me, Sir.” I breathe as I close my eyes.

His fingers tighten on my neck, making me gasp.

“Wrong answer.” He replies, stepping closer, close enough that his lips graze mine. I twitch in response. “Tell me what you want, Doll.”

Fluttering my eyes open, I finally succumb to the desperation I feel.

“I want…” I pant, while he just watches, and waits, patiently. “I want you to touch me.”

“I’ve touched you plenty.” He counters, but I shake my head.

“Not with… I want YOU to touch me.”

He bites his bottom lip as he realises what I mean. He drops his hands from my body, and I instantly regret saying it, thinking he is about to punish me for being so unreserved in my answer.

But then I feel his fingers on my thigh, running along the skin, upwards.

“Like this?” He asks softly, as I arch into his touch.

I nod as I breathe heavily, his fingers getting closer to my core. When his hand presses against me, I moan loudly, and instantly. Every single nerve in my body explodes in euphoria at the sensation of his fingers gliding over me, over my clit, and I’m already struggling to keep my climax at bay.

“Is this another exception for me?” He asks with a smirk. I just hum in response and close my eyes again as I lose myself in the feeling. “How many more exceptions are you going to make, Doll? Pretty soon, I’ll own your entire body.”

I gasp as one of his fingers slides inside, my head falling back. I tense against my restraints, wanting to grab him, wanting to kiss him, but I keep chanting to myself that David is a work client, and this is just a job. Just a simple job.

With my boss that I seriously want to fuck.

For now though, fucking his fingers will have to do. He chuckles when he feels my hips rolling with him, keeping his pace slow, but the thrusts of his wrist purposeful. He grabs my ponytail, keeping my head in place, as he finally, finally lets me use him long enough for me to come.

The feeling of coming around his fingers, it is something else, something that takes me minutes to come down from.

David lets me down from the frame gently. He does the same aftercare with me that he always does. He kisses my hand yet again. He promises to see me on Thursday.

I float up to Sel’s office once I can feel my legs again, get changed, and have a good chat about the evening, about David, about the situation in general. I’m not too sure how to act around my day boss anymore at the office, but one thing I do know, is that my evenings with him are not something I want to change anytime soon. I feel relaxed for the first time in days.

I leave the building a couple hours later as Sel closes up, and then we both start to head down the street. She doesn’t live far from me, so the first ten minutes of my journey, we are heading in the same direction. As I get to the junction where we separate, I wave her off, and head towards my apartment.

When I spot my building, I look up and down the road, checking for cars. As I step off the curb to cross, someone suddenly grabs me from behind.

I go to scream, but a hand covers my mouth.