Unorthodox Chemistry

by Lilah E. Noir

  "Come closer," I ordered, shocked at how calm my voice was. Hell, I was bursting on the inside. My hands were shaking and I left sweaty palm prints all over the wooden surface. I wiped them on the back of my suit pants and added in a more threatening tone, "Now."

  Lina dropped her hands by her sides, turned back and took a small, ginger step towards me. Then she took another one back and planted her back against the door.

  "Why are you doing this to me, Thomas? Why do you act as if you own me? You made me feel insignificant and small for months. I don't understand what your game is."

  My headache came back, worse than the most agonizing hangover. Lina would be the death of me. The only thing that blocked my anger was her expression, the pain and despair in her eyes. These were genuine feelings. Lina believed what she was saying, that I simply got rid of her to find a better life.

  She was exposing her open wounds for me.

  "Don't blame me for those feelings, Lina. You've been repeating all that nonsense to yourself until you bought your own poison." I gripped the paddle's handle and rested its end on my free hand. She swallowed when she looked down at the lacquered wood. A glimmer lit her eyes, which were swimming in tears. She licked her lips and pressed herself even harder to the door.

  "All I know is that you hurt me. I can't get past it."

  "Then I'll force you to." I didn't mean for my words to sound like such a creepy threat but they did. I got up, walked back to her and placed the paddle against her cheek. She breathed in and stared back at me while I slid the wood down her breasts.

  "It's not the right time or place," she said in a weak protest.

  "There's no better time or place. I have to punish you." I put the paddle under her chin and corrected her stance. The tears in her eyes hurt more than her nails and fists. "You need it. You need me to hurt you and get those toxic thoughts out of your mind. Don't you realize that? You've been stuffing your head for so long and you can no longer see sense."

  "Thomas, grow up," Lina said and wiped her cheek. I ran the paddle across her inner thigh and traced the streak of wetness that smeared it. I wrapped my right hand around her throat. "Do you think you can whip more than a year of pain out of me? Do you think you can make up for all the shame?"

  "Lina..." I pinched her nipples, brought my face closer to hers and whispered, "I'll do whatever it takes to bring you back in line, back to your senses. To sanity. If you want to hate me..." I swallowed the words. "Then by all means, hate me, but at least hate me for the things I've done, not for the imaginary crimes in your head."

  "You no longer own me," she stated simply.

  I grabbed her by the hair and brought her down to her knees. The hot phase of my fever withdrew to give place to the ice. I put the oval part of the paddle under Lina's chin and forced her to look at me. The tears she'd been holding back were spilling. Fresh stains of makeup marked her face. Two black lines grew bigger the more she cried.

  "Make no mistake, pet. I own you." I spoke those words with confidence. On the inside, some terrified voice begged me to slow down. "It doesn't matter if you see me again after tonight." I pressed the paddle even harder and forced more tears out of her. "You'll always be mine. Accept it. You can leave right now. You might beg him to take you away. Move with him to the other side of the planet, if you will. I left my mark on your life. You can't change that any more than you can change your DNA."

  Wrong. My thoughts were making me dizzy.

  So wrong.

  I raised her up and ignored the warning voices. Lina didn't put up much of a fight but she was still glaring at me. If I simply kissed those bruised, tempting lips, would I make it all better?

  If only... but it would never be enough.

  Her bright tresses cascaded down her shoulders when I unravelled her strict bun. The pins fell all over the stone floor with a resounding clatter.

  After a short pause, I grabbed her by the hair and led her to the spanking bench. I wasn't dragging her but I didn't let her slip out of my grasp. Still, she could try to fight if she wanted to. The scent of her desire was intense enough, tickling my nostrils with its pungent heat.

  "You said you wanted the best for me." She turned her blue eyes, framed in ruined makeup, to meet mine.

  "I meant it. Bend over the bench. Put your wrists behind your back."

  Lina glared at me and raised her fists. I cut her off before she had a chance to say anything.

  "Listen, Lina, I could force you to do what I please and I know you wouldn't mind at all."

  She looked down.

  "You'll either safeword or do as I tell you. I won't stop unless you use your safeword." I got no response so I repeated my command. "Bend over now. Show me what's mine."

  For the first time that evening, Lina obeyed willingly. The sight of her ass and gathered wrists when she knelt by the bench was glorious. Only the offensive panties ruined it.

  I picked up a pair of silver cuffs and a ball gag. As soon as I turned around and dangled them before her eyes, she freaked out. Her usually white skin went as pale as if she had seen a ghost. She dug her nails into her wrists so hard she nearly drew blood and shook her head vigorously.

  Such an intense reaction puzzled me so I asked her in a soothing tone, "What's wrong?"

  "Thomas, please... anything... just don't use any restrains on me, please." Begging was so untypical of her. It always made me hard to listen to her desperate pleas during a scene. This was more than despair, though.

  "I don't want us to stop," she said with visible effort. "I don't want to safeword but..."

  "But what, Lina? Bondage was never a hard limit."

  The realization struck me. How could I be so fucking stupid and insensitive? What was I doing? I'd been trying to forget that nightmare of a night but that was no excuse.

  I put the handcuffs back on the table and moved closer to her. It was painful to watch her so terrified so I caressed her hair and kissed her forehead.

  "Relax, Lina. Breathe. In and out, remember?" Her trembling subsided and she blinked some tears away. "I won't tie you up. Calm down." I ran a hand down her cheek and whispered. "No matter what happens tonight, I'll respect your limits and safeword. Just do exactly as I say." My quiet laughed echoed through the dungeon. "You know, you've put yourself up for a harder task. Keep your wrists where they are now."

  The ball gag will come in handy, I thought and sat down on the bench. Lina's earlier angry defiance melted. Every pore exuded that delicious mixture of fear and arousal. I brushed my fingers along her temples.

  The worst part?

  I had no idea what my end game was but it was too late to stop. We were both sliding down a dangerous slope into a dark tunnel. No one knew what was waiting for us at its end.

  Lina breathed in when I drew the upper part of her body across my lap. I held her in a soft grasp but didn't allow her to move away from me. Her breasts over my knees made me throb. It was difficult to control the fever when every brush against her was setting it aflame.

  "Open your mouth."

  She obeyed without protest. Either her willpower was fading or the need to escape into subspace was too great. I put the red rubber ball between her lips and tied the straps behind her neck. "If you want us to stop," I drew a line across her wrists with a finger, "squeeze your hand into a fist three times. Do you understand?"

  She nodded, as more tears fell down her cheeks. Once I secured the strap, I wiped them in a short moment of tenderness. Her fucking panties were still on so I pulled them down with one sharp move and bared her ass. I picked up the paddle and slammed it down with a resounding thud. She cried into the gag that muffled any sound. Her muscles tensed in anticipation.

  "You know better than that, Lina," I scolded and cracked the paddle on her ass once more, admiring the beautiful pattern of bruises. Her breath hitched and she shifted her body. I peppered her ass with more frequent smacks and gradually increased my speed. She held her thighs together and it was difficult to see if she wa
s wet, but my nostrils were tickling with her familiar spicy flavor. Saliva was gathering in my mouth at the thought of tasting her after months of self-imposed restraint.

  Nuances of red streaked her marble-white skin. They were getting darker, in a sexy contrast. Poor Lina. She'd have a hard time sitting the next few days. Each time she undressed she'd remember our last night together. My signature would stay on her skin long after the physical wounds healed.

  Hopefully.

  I kept hitting her with the zeal of an artist who'd slipped into madness and soaked his canvas with red paint.

  Lina was sobbing. She often cried during our scenes when pain reached its white-hot zenith. While she was my sub, I was confident her eyes would be glowing with joy as soon as I held her in my arms and she would thank me for the pain.

  Tonight, all bets were off.

  "Someone's getting turned on," I taunted her, took a pause and slid a hand between her legs. She arched her neck with an abrupt movement when I left the paddle on top of her shoulder blades. Her pussy coated me with its thick, creamy nectar. A gasp escaped my chest when I pushed two fingers inside her. She tightened her walls around them and thrust her hips back so I'd finger her deeper.

  Oh fuck.

  Lina's cunt was flooding my palm. Her body stiffened in a pre-orgasmic convulsion when she felt me touching her clit.

  I chose that moment to pull away. The moment I deprived her of both pleasure and pain at once, she moaned out in agony and moved her lower body. If her mouth was free I was sure she'd beg and offer herself to me.

  "I had forgotten what a randy little slut you were." I caressed her bruises and that simple touch brought a wince to her entire body. "A wet, desperate nympho. You hate me but I bet you're dying for me to fuck you."

  Lina narrowed her eyes in anger but her body sang a different tune.

  "Any other night I'd fuck you raw, slut." I grabbed her hair and hissed in her face. "You don't get to simply cum. You need to repent."

  I picked the paddle up again and landed it down on her ass with amplified force.

  "This is for poisoning yourself. You might have quit the cigarettes but you're still self-destructive. I didn't leave so you'd devolve. Look at you."

  She screamed into the gag and moved with violent thrusts. Tears were streaming down her face. I rested my palm on her spine and pinned her down.

  "This is for devaluing yourself. I spent all that time trying to make you see how special you are and yet you still act like you don't see it."

  The next hit was stronger. Lina bit harder into the ball gag and clasped her hands again. This time, her nails broke the skin and a trickle of blood ran down her rough wrists. I had to push her hands away and hold them apart.

  "Careful here. Don't hurt yourself. I'm the only one who can do that to you. Do you understand?"

  She muttered something through her gag.

  The last blow was softer but it coaxed a sob out of her that no gag could mask.

  "That's for coming here to tease me. You should've known how the sight of you would make me feel."

  I made her get up on shaky feet. She tripped and nearly twisted her ankle so I had to ease her down to her knees. My fingers were still tangled in her flaming curls when I removed the ball gag.

  "You're so much hotter than I remember. Even now, when you look a freaking mess with snot and ruined make up all over your face. You're still the most gorgeous, fuckable woman I've ever met."

  She tried to speak but I sealed her lips with a possessive kiss and silenced her protests. The taste of her bruised flesh woke up the beast in me and brought some of my darkest fantasies to life. There were so many things I longed to do to her.

  I dug my fingers into her scalp and pulled away from the kiss. My forehead was still pressed against hers. Lina swallowed and ran her tongue over her lips.

  "I have sinned against you." Those words rolled off my tongue, unplanned, like everything else during that night of insanity. "I ruined your life. Maybe you'd be happier if you'd never met me."

  I nearly choked on the truth of my own epiphany. She quaked when I lowered my voice to a whisper.

  "But for fuck's sake, Lina, quit doubting what I feel for you, okay? You're the only woman I've ever loved so badly."

  She simply leaned against me. When I kissed her cheek, the taste of her tears brought another pulse of pleasure through me, straight to my cock.

  "I missed you," Lina whispered, after an eternity of silence. We were down on our knees, with our faces pressed together. If only we could stay like that. Her sincere words and their pain were killing me. I truly felt the agony she'd been in since we'd parted.

  Did I have any right to blame her for wanting to be a little happy?

  The thought flashed through my mind for only a fraction of a second.

  "Get up," I commanded in a strangely calm voice. When I pulled away and raised myself above her, I immediately felt nostalgic about the warmth of her skin.

  Lina nodded. I extended my hands and lifted her up, not taking my eyes off her. She tried to avoid my stare but I quickly corrected her with two fingers under her chin.

  "Put your panties back on." That earned me a look of genuine confusion. I chuckled and slid two fingers into her mouth. Lina ran her tongue across my thumb and forefinger and sucked them.

  It was shameful to admit it but after months of abstinence, even such a simple action could make me cum.

  "No questions, pet. Put your panties back on." I pulled her mouth off my fingers. "You'll love what I have in mind for you."

  She sucked in a breath and pulled up the silk panties that I'd slid down to her knees. Her putting the cloth back on was offensive enough but I'd get my revenge.

  Lina rolled the fabric up and covered her soaked pussy. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

  "Good girl. You're coming back to your habits."

  I grabbed Lina by the hair and turned her around so she'd face the St. Andrew cross. She kept her hands in front of her, clasped so hard her knuckles went white. The light streaming from the ceiling panel made her face look wax pale. Her eyes were glazed. The little nervous twitches of her shoulders, how she sucked in her breath in anticipation, were signs Lina was far from succumbing to subspace.

  "Walk to the cross and grab the upper restraints."

  The mentioned restraints were two pairs of D-rings at the top and bottom part of the towering, wooden cross. Four leather cuffs were hanging from a short chain linked to the rings. They were comfortable, encased with soft fur on the inside, unlike the steel I had planned to chain her in earlier.

  Lina shook her head with vigor and took a step back. I rested a hand on the small of her waist.

  "Relax, I told you I won't restrain you tonight. You need it but I won't do it. Just grab the chains and hold them tight. Kick your shoes off and stand on your toes. You can let go of the chains whenever you want."

  She cried when I landed my hand on her battered ass and clasped her hands harder.

  "I told you that was the harder task, Lina. Assume the position and spread your legs. The night's still young."

  "This is insane," she said and walked to the cross on unstable feet. A streak of juices was running down her thighs.

  The strain of her position would intensify the pain... if she chose to stay that obedient.

  She took her high heels off and shivered when her bare feet touched the stone floor. Her stockings were way too thin to protect her from the cold tiles. She stretched her long arms and stood on tiptoes like the ballerina from the stage performance. Lina squeezed the silver links of the chain and straightened her back. It made her impressive bust heave up and she arched her back to keep better balance.

  A little cruel idea came to my mind and I picked a small object from the table.

  "Spread wider," I commanded with a weakened voice, drinking in the beauty before me. The scent of her aroused cunt, the sight of her flaming hair, the beauty of the pose entranced me.

  "Perfect.
Keep the position. Don't move a muscle."

  She tensed but didn't try to voice any objections. Her eyes were fixed on mine, searching, questioning. She swallowed and let out a breath I hadn't realized she'd been holding.

  I went down on my knees in front of her and pressed my lips to the front of her soaked panties. Her cry turned into a shocked yell when I tore her flimsy panties off with my teeth. The lace and silk fell apart at her feet when I ripped them to pieces and left her pussy bare.

  "I told you it was useless to wear panties, pet," I breathed warmly against her skin and licked her slit all the way to her clit hood. To take in the scent of her aroused cunt, and fill my mouth with her spicy, fragrant essence was like getting drunk. Lina pulled on the chains and their rattle echoed across the dungeon. So did her cry once I nibbled her clit. It was impossible to hold back. That hunger had been torturing me for ages.

  My tongue slid between her dripping folds and I pressed my nose to her pubic bone. Lina spread her legs wider. The nectar on my lips got even thicker when I grabbed her by the thighs and dug in my fingers to keep them apart. She was quivering and thrashing in my iron embrace. I was eating her out, lashing my tongue inside her and grinding my face against her swelling clit. Lina tried to squeeze her thighs around my head to control me but my grasp was too strong.

  "Mmm, bad girl..." I pulled my lips from her to smack her nub and rubbed it hard and fast. She called my name and shuddered when I jabbed two fingers inside her and found her G-spot. "You have forgotten so much. It's not about what you'll get. It's about what I'll allow you to get. So insatiable."

  Each word I spoke in a low whisper, each small, teasing lick made the sweet nub of my mouth grow larger. I sucked the pink flesh between my teeth and flicked tongue across it. Her response was another yell on the verge of agony. Her sobs were getting louder. If it weren't for my hands holding her in place she'd have collapsed in heap.