Unorthodox Chemistry

by Lilah E. Noir

  She smeared my face but it was hard to care at that moment. Her taste was amazing and each scream I coaxed from her made my cock pulsate with need. Her face contorted when I pushed three fingers in to stretch her well. I sucked her clit harder and assaulted it with the tip of my tongue. Lina kept screaming my name so I picked up the pace of tongue-lashing and finger banging.

  She was helpless, drained from her anger. If I stopped, I'd fully break her will. Her begging was beautiful when pleasure was given and denied.

  Later.

  I felt her strong shiver while I was sucking on the reddened, wet skin. She was about to pour the sweetness of her release into my open mouth. I pulled away and grinned at her horrified expression. She was so close. To deny her at the peak moment would hurt her more than the paddle.

  "What is it, pet? You want to cum? Does your slutty hole need an orgasm?"

  Her protest died when I pulled the pin out of my pocket and put it on her clit without warning. She curled her toes against the stone floor and tugged the chains so hard they were on the verge of breaking. Lina hissed when the clip bit into her flesh. The chain clattered on the floor when she thrashed her stimulated body. Small whimpers escaped her chest and grew into louder groans of pain when I pulled the chain.

  Lina opened her lips and looked down at me with a plea. The sudden ache must have been too extreme. She tried to stay afloat but the dark waves of pleasure were clouding her gaze.

  When I tugged the links of the chain and pushed three fingers inside her dripping tunnel, she screamed in agony again. The pain etched on her face contorted her features. Lina still grasped the restraints tightly. Her forearms were vibrating with effort, as strong as her clit when the climax hit its zenith.

  Fluids erupted and their thick stream poured all over my chin. I took the pin off with my teeth and latched onto her clit. She closed her eyes and pressed herself to my face.

  Holy fuck... It'd been ages since the last time I'd kissed her clit so I never thought I'd make her squirt from the first time.

  I wasn't complaining. The stone walls amplified her screams of torture turning into moans of pure lust. Her pungent taste overwhelmed my senses. I licked and sucked until the intense orgasm subsided. Lina's yells receded to soft sounds, almost like purring.

  When I pulled my lips away, I smacked her clit to bring her attention back to me. She fluttered her eyelids and stared at me with shame and confusion. Her soaked thighs were quivering against my cheeks. Lina opened her mouth to say something but the words hung on the tip of her tongue so she kept staring with those eyes like glowing sapphire.

  "You're really out of shape, aren't you?" I shook my head and slapped the inside of her thigh. "How many times do I have to tell you? A good pet always asks for permission to cum. You wouldn't be able to control yourself even if you tried, would you? Did he ever make you cum like this?"

  Lina averted her eyes when I mentioned him.

  Oh no, sweetie. No way I'd let her just get away. That night no topics were too uncomfortable. She squirmed when I got to my feet and squeezed her chin in a cruel grip.

  "I asked you a question, pet. Did he? Is he that much better than me?"

  It was such a petty and unnecessary question but it was too late for regrets. So I held her forearms, forced her to release the chains, and roughly brought her down to her knees.

  If she didn't make me cum soon, I feared I'd literally explode. The emotional anguish didn't make my erection any softer.

  "Unzip my pants and take my cock out." I slapped her cheek hard, much harder than intended. Lina obliged, her eyes down and fingers shaking under my scrutinizing gaze.

  "Good girl. Keep going," I encouraged and tugged her unruly hair. She was about to pull my boxers down when I placed a hand on her wrist and shook my head. "You need me to punish you for your lack of discipline."

  Her ass was bright red and would soon turn black and blue with the paddling. Lina was physically strong, though, and she could take a lot. Besides, her back, wrists, and lean legs bore no marks of our night together.

  Unforgivable.

  I picked up a riding crop with a red leather end. The handle felt natural, like an extension of my hand. Lina looked at it uneasily. Her hands were resting on her knees, and she shifted in an attempt to find a more comfortable position.

  "You get fifteen strokes for your infraction, Lina."

  "What?"

  I pulled my boxers down and shoved my cock down her throat in one smooth move. The sound of gagging filled the room when I moved my hips and started fucking her beautiful face.

  "Don't make it worse for yourself. You should have earned your right to cum."

  Her eyes flashed in anger but she kept sucking as much as my rough, forceful movements allowed her. She tried to slide her tongue over my shaft and coat it with spit, but I was in no mood for a display of her skills. The fever nearly made me sick. My forehead was burning and covered in sweat. Just then I realized that the hand holding the riding crop was shaking as if I was having a seizure. Her mouth around my flesh and the silky tightness of her throat were shooting pangs of pleasure up my spine. It made me screw her harder.

  When I pulled away, there were marks of my balls all over her chin. Lina's face had gone as red as the two moons of her ass with the lack of air. She was coughing hard. Precum and spit spilled out of her lips. I ran my cock's tip across them and smeared the fluids like lipstick.

  "You haven't lost your touch. You're still fantastic with your mouth but you need a crash course in what it's like to be a pleasure pet."

  I slammed my shaft back into her mouth, thrilled with her hard choking sounds and how she struggled to keep up with my thrusts.Her eyes rolled to the back of her head but that didn't make me slow down.

  The first five smacks across her battered butt cheeks resonated around the room. I quickly repeated the pattern over her hip and made the strokes harsher and stronger. Lina breathed on my shaft and for a quick, worrying moment I thought she was clenching her jaw. It earned her a slap to the face.

  "Don't even think of using teeth," I hissed and left another bright mark on the small of her waist. "Yes, good girl..."

  I eased the force of my thrusts. Her soft mouth and skillful tongue eased the fever to a degree, but I still needed to cum or I risked going insane. Lina glared at me but she used the moment to lick me, to hit all those spots that made me weak at the knees.

  It's like we never split at all.

  When I raised the crop again for a strong hit across her forearm, it left a soft pink line that grew redder. Lina wrapped her mouth harder around my cock when I smacked her.

  "You redheads bruise so easily..." I went for amusement and dark mockery but the hitch of breath made me sound like a drowning man.

  "How would you look if I branded you as my property?" Not even the white-hot pleasure of the approaching climax made the fever go away. "My initials would look beautiful on your pale skin. I'll leave my mark on you so you'll finally understand who owns you."

  Sweat was dripping down my dress shirt's collar. I undid some buttons, nearly ripping them off in the process.

  Oh fuck. What am I doing? What are we doing?

  Lina pushed my cock deeper down her throat. That was it. My aching balls exploded their pent-up cum into her mouth. I heard myself screaming as hard as she had earlier. Thick, endless ropes of cum burst from my cock and coated her mouth and tight walls.

  The riding crop slipped from my shaking fingers.

  My body was swimming in bliss but my heart was beating with anxiety. It finally broke me from my climax.

  She was choking on my cum, and her face was getting too red. I pulled out and gently rested a hand on her shoulder.

  "Swallow everything." If only I could be firmer. All I heard was the weak whisper of a wannabe, a faker, an abuser wearing the mask of a good person.

  Lina rested palms under her chin and collected the thick gooey cum spilling all over her throat and the front of her dress. She li
cked and slurped while she tried to recover her normal breath.

  It was the moment to slow down, pick her up, cradle her--to talk and glow in the aftercare, pull her closer and kiss her.

  Instead, I grabbed her by the wrist, forced her to her feet and turned her around. Lina cried in pain and begged me in a raspy voice, "Thomas, please, you're twisting my wrist."

  I ignored her and simply whispered another order in her ear, confident on the outside, with insecurity bubbling under the surface.

  "Hands above your head. Grab the chains again. Now."

  Her face was out of my sight but Lina strained her shoulders and forearms, and bowed her head. Just like every time she was about to cry. I reached out to stroke her bruises.

  "Did he ever fist you?" I asked in an almost loving way when I spread her legs and pushed two fingers inside her. She was wet, even wetter than when I ate her out.

  "Please... Why are you doing this? I don't..." Her voice faltered. She sobbed and lowered her head, clutching the short cuffs for dear life.

  Two more digits sunk into her dripping hole. We rarely did any fisting while we were together, especially after...

  The memory hit me harder than the climax. Dark basement, quiet, terrified sobs, a bottle, my own voice...

  I looked down at the hand that slipped inside Lina to the second knuckle. She slowly surrendered to the feeling, moaned and raised her hips to help me.

  You love seeing the whore in pain.

  The hiss of those words in my ear was so real I was sure Seth had spoken.

  Paralyzing fear spread through my system like a virus. My feet were unable to keep me up and I could barely speak.

  "Lina, I..." I pulled my fist out of her. "I'm sorry. I can't... I can't do it."

  "What?" She turned back to me with a horrified expression. "But, Thomas, please, I haven't safeworded. Please!"

  "It's up to me to finish the scene if I decide... If I pushed you too far... if it gets too much for both of us."

  Lina stared at me with a pleading look in her eyes.

  "No, please, you can't do this to me, not when I'm so deep in the scene. It'd kill me if you stopped now. Please."

  "I'm so sorry, Lina. It's not that I don't want it. I just can't..."

  I dropped to the cold floor, hugged my knees and buried my head between them.

  "I'm sorry about everything, Lina, for tonight. I should have never started, but..."

  She collapsed like a puppet with cut strings and openly burst into tears.

  I did it to her. Again.

  Lina had every reason to hate me but the least I could do was comfort her. I took her hand and pulled her close to me. Earlier that night she'd have protested and screamed that she hated me. Right then, her defences were shattered. She rested her head on my chest, crying and asking me why through her sobs.

  Sadly, I had no answer.

  "I'm sorry I wasn't a stronger man and Dom for you, tigress." I wrapped my arm tentatively around her. "I hope someday you can forgive me for being so weak."

  Nate wrapped his fingers around his glass. He opened his lips for a bit and then shut them tight. I didn't even blink and kept sliding my finger along the rim of the wine glass in front of me.

  His gray eyes shifted to a spot on the ceiling and down to the drink in his hand. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips.

  It was cute when men like him got flustered around me.

  By the end of the night, he would kneel at my feet and eat out of my hand. No. He'd be begging me for the privilege of being in that position.

  His fear was as easy to scent in the main room of the Fortress. Even with all those sweaty bodies, soaked in the bouquet of sex and sin. He looked around like a hunted animal frozen in fight or flight instinct. No wonder he and Lina had attracted the bratty Dommes. My guests were powerful professionals, dominant predators in their own field outside of the Fortress. Their submissive nature rose to the surface here and that made them too tempting. A tasty meal I'd enjoy devouring.

  The creamy masks were their only fragile protection.

  This guy was just my type--mature, respectable. An important position if I had to judge by his expensive suit and shoes, and that light air of authority. It made me wet when guys like him crumbled and knelt for me, when they begged to be broken.

  Nate could pass for a shell-shocked vanilla guy. The type who had always led a reasonable, conservative life and had never clashed with kink. A tourist who tried to spice things up in the bedroom just to escape back to its safety once it got too much.

  A few minutes passed in awkward silence. Awkward for him. I had the figures arranged on my side of the chessboard. He just had to make the first move.

  Light worry lingered in the back of my mind. The night wasn't supposed to be about me. I'd been treading a thin line from the moment I gave Lina her invitation. To push Thomas in this situation could be my smartest decision or biggest failure. I'd known him for more than ten years and he still found ways to surprise me. I had to watch over him and make sure he didn't slip into an episode of The Incredible Hulk.

  Why did Lina have to bring such a hottie with her? Was she trying to distract me from my job? I'd hoped he would be a boring rebound guy. Relationships like that rarely lasted and I was sure I'd easily scare him away.

  He turned out to be a figurative siren.

  Oh, well, I was nothing short of an excellent multitasker.

  After ages of silence, Nate raised his head again with a defiant expression and narrowed eyes. He was still clutching the glass.

  "Do you really think I can't see what game you're playing?"

  I didn't peg him as the direct type. I'd thought he'd beat around the bush.

  Good. Spirited, determined guys were such fun to tame.

  "Why don't you humor me? We'll spend all this time together." I shrugged and took a sip of my wine. "Tell me, what game am I playing, and what do you plan to do about it?"

  Nate leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath before he continued.

  "Oh, come on. Should I really spell it out? Thomas and you are friends. You think Lina and he should get back together. So you set up this whole fiasco."

  He drummed his fingers in rapid succession on the table surface.

  "Interesting." I grinned and took the time to enjoy the taste of the wine. "So, I'm the evil mastermind who set you up. Why didn't you leave when you had the chance? Lina was ready to go. You chose to stay."

  "I'm not a possessive, jealous asshole." His voice trembled as he uttered the last bit. "If we had left tonight, she'd regret it. She'd always wonder what would have happened if she had stayed. Me too."

  I laughed and got up from the chair, still with the glass of wine in hand. My eyes were roaming his body. Nate looked away briefly.

  "That might be the worst excuse I've ever heard. No one would call you possessive because you didn't agree to your girlfriend having a kink session with her ex."

  "Maybe." He shrugged. "If she needs closure with this guy, she should have it. Either way, Allie, Sheila, or whatever you call yourself, I'm not playing by your rules. You never intended to help us so let's quit the masquerade, okay?"

  Oh, how cute. He believed that... or he tried very hard to make himself believe.

  "How generous of you. Aren't you afraid you'll lose her? What if their old feelings resurface?"

  Nate paused and rested his hand on the table in a closed fist. His eyes darkened. I could hear his hitched breathing. How would he feel when I smothered his face later?

  "Of course I'm afraid." It was the first time he sounded honest. "The moment you get jealous you lose anyway. I'd rather give her freedom and be sure I am truly her choice."

  "If you love someone set them free? You sound like you get off on being cheated on."

  "Trust me, there's nothing about cheating I find pleasurable or kinky. Stop trying to get in my head. You don't have a clue who I am." Nate jumped from his seat and snapped at me with a vicious gleam in his eyes.

>   I didn't flinch and said in my deepest, most authoritative voice, "Don't take that tone with me. I may be setting the rules but it was your decision to enter the game."

  He paled and sat back with his eyes down, like a chastised, rebellious teenager.

  "I'm sorry. I--"

  "Do you know what I think, Nate?" My boots click-clacked across the hard stone floor. He was still gazing at his lap. "Look at me when I talk to you."

  He raised his head with great reluctance but did as he was told, anyway. That restless gaze vibrated with anger and a different, raw emotion. Nate winced when I ran my nails down his cheek.

  "I asked you a question. I believe I'm a polite hostess. I expect the same attitude in return."

  "What are you thinking, Mistress?" He retorted the last word.

  "You wanted to stay here. You didn't even demand to observe or attend Lina's scene. Fight back. Say you did it for her own sake if you want. You're not fooling me. It thrilled you when you saw what was happening down the rabbit hole. You long for a ride. It's difficult to admit it. It's convenient if you pretend someone made you do it."

  When I got closer to him, I got a whiff of his scent, a fusion of light marine eau de cologne, soap and the natural warmth of his skin. If I ran a hand over his throat, his flesh would get goosebumped and he'd attempt to move away.

  "What makes you think so?" Nate asked in a flat voice.

  "I've been watching you."

  He rolled his eyes and took a larger sip of water.

  "You know what, Allie, some men find stalkers irresistible." Nate gave me what was probably his best cocky grin. "I'm not one of them. If that's your idea of seduction, please, change the strategy." His smile grew wider when I didn't reply and he added with a nonchalant voice "Just a bit of friendly advice."

  I smirked and picked up a mask. It was the same one Thomas had torn off his face and thrown on the table when we entered the room earlier. Its string heaved down my finger. I dangled it before Nate and tried my best not to change my expression.

  "I saw how you were staring at Shock & Fear." My voice was lazy and sultry, and I dragged a nail across the mask. "They got you so intimidated. It was adorable. They'd have made both you and Lina their bitches if I hadn't rescued you."