Unorthodox Chemistry

by Lilah E. Noir

  His willpower finally broke and left him naked to the emotional pain. His exposed emotions were a feast for my sadistic mind.

  "Relax," I whispered in his ear and caressed him. "That doesn't make you worthless."

  "How?" His voice shook when he could finally speak. "You proved your point. I can't be a good lover for her. What more do you want from me?"

  "Shh..." Nate tried to pull away. I grabbed him by the hair and forced his eyes up. They looked bloodshot and inflamed. "Enough. If you had asked Lina to dominate you, she'd be just as inadequate. Relax. Surrender to me."

  "I can't..." He shook his head. "It's too much. All I wanted to do was help her out, not become a willing slave..."

  The smack to his back cut his words off and he moaned again. I repeated the same hit to his right shoulder and he stared up at me in anticipation, as if preparing for the next blow. I withdrew the riding crop he stared up at me pleadingly.

  I ran my fingers through his damp hair in a comforting gesture.

  "Tonight, I'll give you a taste of what you can have if you choose submission. No one can enslave you against your will. I won't stop you if you get up, put your clothes on and leave the room. We both know you want to stay. Don't we?"

  He finally nodded with a defeated expression and stared straight at his fully erected cock. It was growing more and more with each swat.

  "No, Nate, that won't do." I lifted his chin up with the crop. "Say 'I want to stay, Ma'am.'"

  I took a brief look at the screen. Lina was down on her knees. Thomas hovered over her with a hand tangled in her hair.

  He'll be fine ...or so I repeated to myself.

  "I... I want to stay, Ma'am." I recognized the eagerness in his eyes. My heart picked up its pace. I smiled and leaned forward to seal the deal with a kiss.

  Nate tasted like I expected, with a deep rich flavor. He was more passionate than I gave him credit for. When I slid my tongue into his mouth he responded with such zeal it was as if he'd been kept on a leash. He pressed his lips against mine and devoured me like he had the water earlier. His warm tongue explored my mouth relentlessly.

  I pulled his head back, sank my teeth into his lower lip and dragged it down. Nate rewarded me with another cry.

  "You're really good with your mouth, aren't you?" The heat between my legs was growing so I got up, raised my dress and exposed my bare pussy. "Do you want to taste me? Can you make your Mistress cum?"

  "Y-yes, please..."

  His eyes were burning with hunger. When I slapped him hard across the face, his hunger grew deeper and more aggressive.

  "You forgot you should always call me Ma'am. Remember your place. Now beg for it. Say 'I want to lick your cunt until you cum, Ma'am.'"

  His pupils widened and he responded with a shocked silence.

  Adorable.

  Another smack of my crop landed on his shoulder blades and left a rough, red line.

  "I'm waiting."

  "Please, I want to lick your c-cunt until you cum, Ma'am." He stuttered and parted his lips at the sight of my moist folds and opening. "I'm begging you."

  "Oh fuck. You're so hot." I grabbed him by the neck and clasped his head between my thighs. Nate didn't waste even a second. For the first time that evening, I was the one who gasped with arousal. He slid his tongue deep between my swollen pussy lips, sucking the juices gathering at the slit. His warm breath and the soft air he was blowing inside me made me weak at the knees. He must've felt I was losing myself to the pleasure of his mouth. He focused on the point of my clit, sinking his teeth gently into the hood. His tongue explored flesh and found all my sweet spots. Warmth spread through my body and I cried out in lust while he was sucking and swallowing my juices. He alternated between my cleft's tight opening, sliding his tongue deep, massaging my walls and filling them with his hot breath. Then he found my clit again and flicked his tongue against it.

  It'd been a few months since the last time I'd had a man eat me out. I was hard to please and rarely came from cunnilingus. This guy was something else. Nate worked me with the expertise of a man who had dedicated his life to the art of eating pussy.

  He curled his tongue at my opening and brushed my G-spot. That was when I lost it and surrendered to a mind-blowing orgasm. While I was tossing my head back with a yell of pleasure, I caught a glimpse of Lina on the screen. She was holding the chains of the St. Andrew's cross. Her thighs quivered and she was screaming in a moment of her own pleasure.

  Relief washed over me together with the climax.

  Nate's face was glistening with my cunt juices. He was about to say something. I cut him off with a rough kiss, thrilled to taste myself on him. His response was as passionate as earlier.

  The helmet of his cock had gone deep purple and he cried out when I grabbed the tip.

  "Please... if you keep doing that I'll cum."

  "Oh, you won't cum without permission." I grabbed him by the chin and whispered. "The night is far from over. On your feet."

  I pushed the plates and food away from the table and left enough space for him.

  "Bend over with your legs wide apart and close your eyes."

  When he raised his rear for me, I slapped him hard.

  "Wider."

  Nate parted his thighs. I kept correcting him with a hard smack to the bottom until I was satisfied.

  "I... You're not gonna leave me like this, are you? Ma'am? Allie? Where're you going?" he called out when he heard me walk away.

  I left him bound and helpless to the anxiety that I might have set him up for humiliation and walked into the room next door, the actual playroom. Usually, I took my play partners there but this time I picked a few things from the shelves with an evil grin.

  Nate was panting hard when I returned.

  "Please... What are you up to?" He could open his eyes anytime and see the wooden pegs and flogger with thick leather tendrils. I never allowed him to look, though.

  So obedient.

  I didn't say a word, opened one of the pegs and attached it to his heaving, thick balls. He cried out loudly. The unexpected pain took him by surprise. Nate winced and nearly knocked my hand while I was trying to clip his skin. I pressed him down to the table.

  "Stand still. Quite the pain slut, aren't you, Mr. Vaughn? Let's see how much pain you can handle."

  His cries and quiet moans filled the room while I kept 'decorating' his balls, putting the pins close together. I tied them on a loose string that needed one strong pull to rip them off his skin. Nate still shuddered with the pain each time the wood jabbed into his weakest spots.

  "I'm insane to let you do this to me."

  I grabbed his left buttock and squeezed tightly to enjoy the shape of tight muscles in my grasp. Good. He was fit enough.

  "No talking."

  Nate nodded and sighed with relief when I released his hands from the tie's firm knot. He rubbed the small red marks.

  "Touch yourself for me." I grabbed the firm handle of the flogger and took a few steps back. "Don't make yourself cum. Understand? You can speak now."

  "Yes, Ma'am."

  He tugged his cock and jerked slowly. I squeezed the flogger in my hand and aimed the leather tendrils at his balls. His backside and the tight flesh of his scrotum were slowly turning a lovely red the more I beat him.

  "That's too much. Ma'am, please. Please, I need to cum."

  I dropped the flogger on the table, picked up the condom I had left there earlier, and ripped the package. Any other night, Nate would endure a lot more suffering before I granted him the privilege of being inside his Mistress. The night had taken a toll on me too. Our earlier banter had left me wet. The orgasm from his skillful tongue and lips intensified my needs.

  "Turn around. Sit on the table." I was like a bitch in heat but I sounded as cool and collected as ever. "Don't try to take the pegs off. Sit on top of them and keep stroking your cock for me. You can only cum if I say so."

  Nate followed my instructions with a tortured expression and w
inced once he took a seat on the table. The wood pressed harder against his balls. He hissed and squeezed his fist around his cock.

  He gritted his teeth with a deep frown on his face and fisted his cock. I took a moment to check on Thomas and Lina on the big screen. She sucked him off and he used the riding crop on her.

  Nate drew my attention to his pitiful state and called out in a shaking voice.

  "Please, I can't go on like this. That's cruel..."

  I came closer to him and smiled as sweetly as possible.

  "Oh, I think you love my cruelty. You've been such a good, obedient boy as if someone trained you."

  His eyes widened in horror and he looked away. They looked haunted and scarred. Right then I couldn't think of the skeletons in his closet.

  I wanted to fuck him.

  "So you earned a prize. Make sure to enjoy it. Now..." I handed him the condom and smirked when he rubbed himself harder. "I want you to put it on."

  Nate didn't need a second invitation. He hurried to slide the sheer latex down his swollen cock.

  "Put your hands on the table and don't move."

  My breasts heaved before his eyes when I straddled his hips and slid his shaft deep inside me. I milked him with my walls and coated him with thick juices, resting my palms on his shoulders for leverage. His shaft opened me, guaranteed to leave bruises on the inside no matter how soaked I was. Nate gasped and his cries echoed through the chamber. I raised my hips and slammed myself down. He impaled my needy cunt with one thrust. The sound of his tortured balls smacking against my butt cheeks grew more resonant. I built up a rhythm and squeezed him inside me, working his entire length in and out.

  "Thank you," Nate whispered without realizing it. "Please, let me touch you."

  That surprised me, even in the heavy fog of lust. The slick fluids oozed from his shaft and gathered at his stomach. I picked up the rhythm of my thrusts, dancing on top of him, taking my pleasure.

  "I want to make you cum. Please..."

  I grabbed him by the hand and pressed his fingers to my clit. It was as hard and swollen as his tip hitting my cervix. Nate moved his thumb across my sensitive bundle of nerves and pressed it hard while I rode him faster, with more aggressive moves.

  "Does it feel good, pet? Show gratitude to your Mistress." I grinned and wrapped a hand around his throat, squeezing it as hard as my pussy was working his cock.

  "I love it." He moaned and gyrated his thighs to match my pace. There was not a trace of self-loathing in his voice. "You feel so good, so heavenly. Please... don't stop. I'll die if you stop."

  His despair was such a sweet turn on. I could ride his cock all night long. The orgasm was rising inside me, threatening to crush my will.

  "You'll only die if I say so." I claimed his lips again. This time, my teeth left a mark and a bruise on his mouth. "You really enjoy pain, don't you?"

  "What pain?" Nate breathed against my face and licked the small trickle of blood that ran down his chin. He squeezed my clit with two fingers and kissed me back. His worshiping tenderness contrasted to the vigor I assaulted him with.

  I broke the kiss and sank my nails harder into his shoulders. Our intense eyes locked together as I fucked him. We were getting close to the edge with each hard thrust.

  "Make me cum now." The bruises on his shoulders were getting deeper, from red to dark purple. Nate didn't seem to notice. He kept fondling my clit with two fingers. "When you do that, you're allowed to cum yourself. Do you understand, pet?"

  "Yes, Ma'am." He groaned and stared at me with glazed eyes. It was entrancing. His worship. His skillful fingers. The way his thick shaft kept me open, our mutual rhythm. My control broke.

  When the climax hit its boiling hot point, my body rocked on top of him. Strange as it was, the absolute peak came when Nate touched my face. I was crying out loud and shuddering with the elation his submission gave me as he caressed my cheek and chin.

  If it had been anyone else, I'd have punished them for touching me without permission. Not this time. I was too busy reveling in the unexpected intimacy, the way our chemistry flowed between us.

  The vein on his forehead protruded. Nate groaned out in relief and pumped his load inside me. He dragged his nails across the table as thick ropes of cum overflowed into the condom. Each volley of pleasure was harder and warmer.

  I wished we weren't separated by the thin layer of the condom, that I could take all of my sub's cum inside me.

  It belonged to me.

  I fucking owned him while we both soared high. When I kissed him, it was a tender, sweet caress, a sign of gratitude for what he gave me. It didn't last a long time.

  When we started coming down, the sensual, confident submissive in him faded. Nate opened his eyes wide and a shadow cut his afterglow short.

  "Oh God." He covered his face and buried it in his palms. "That was a huge mistake."

  Such a reaction was easy to predict so it didn't bother me. Nate would need time to accept what had happened. I slid his softening cock out of me and pulled the string of wooden pegs from his balls. The condom was full of sperm that spilled all over his stomach.

  He was still cupping his face. His shoulders were convulsing.

  "Relax."

  When I caressed Nate's knuckles, he stared at me with eyes filled with conflicting emotions.

  "I can't... I just cheated on my girlfriend. What kind of person does that?"

  "Someone who's finally waking up. I told you, Lina will understand you."

  I hoped so. The woman was nothing short of complicated. When he mentioned her, I raised my eyes to look at the screen again.

  The dungeon room was empty. I had completely missed the moment they left, too lost in my pleasure. For the first time that evening fear crept up my skin. I inhaled and closed my eyes to stop the moment of short panic. It wouldn't help if I freaked out.

  "Where are they?" Nate was clearly not one to follow my philosophy. "Has... has he taken her somewhere?"

  I ignored him and reached for my phone to call Thomas. There was a message icon on my screen.

  We're ok. I'll call u when we come back.

  Nate narrowed his eyes and tried to get up from the table.

  "I must go. I'll try to find her."

  "How do you think you're going to do it?" I raised my eyebrow at him. "You'll go all over the city to search for them?"

  "I'll call Lina." He removed the condom abruptly and got up. I chuckled.

  "Go ahead and try. I don't think she'll answer her phone."

  "That's enough, Allie," Nate snapped with clenched fists. "You played with me enough. I was too stupid and weak to stop you. I have to talk to her."

  "Indeed, you have to." I pulled my dress down my thighs and pointed at the other end of the table. "There's just one tiny inconvenience."

  He looked in the direction I was pointing and it dawned on him. Lina had left her purse when she went to the dungeon with Thomas.

  Nate sighed and rested on the nearby chair with his head in his palms.

  "Like I said, Nate--relax. The damage is done, not that I'd call it damage. Give them the time they need." I rested my palm on the back of his head. "Meanwhile, you're stuck with me here. There's more we can do while we wait."

  Lina spent a long time crying in my arms while I was stroking her hair, just like I had in those miserable months when we lived together. The nightmares. The screams. The panic episodes. It hurt to embrace and comfort her when that anguish was my fault.

  She buried her head in my shoulder when her tears subsided, too trusting or too exhausted to make a move. I leaned against the wall and set my thoughts in order. Her body's warmth and the sensuality of our intimate position didn't help me settle the chaos between us.

  The riding crop was lying on the stone floor. Streaks of juices were glistening under the white ceiling light. A few minutes ago it was a natural extension of my hand. Now, it seemed nothing more than a crutch that broke under the pressure.

  "Stay here
." I raised her chin to look into her bloodshot blue eyes and drained expression. Another small dagger in my self-inflicted wounds.

  "I... I can leave if you want me to." Lina spoke when I moved her so she was sitting on the ground. She was still shivering so I draped my suit jacket over her shoulders.

  "No, stay a little longer... please. I'll be back in a second," I said in a quiet, shy voice, and caressed her hair.

  There was a small station at the other end of the room meant for aftercare. A first aid kit, a bottle of aloe vera, a mini fridge stocked with water and orange juice, a couple of towels. I grabbed two water bottles and a towel and hurried back to her.

  Lina was still sitting on the floor, staring down at an invisible spot. That state was familiar and even scarier than the crying spells. I was never sure how to bring her back to herself once she got lost deep inside her head.

  What was her nightmare land like? Did she wake up screaming after travelling in my maze of horror in search of an exit?

  The best thing to do was to ask her but the possible answer scared me too much.

  I removed the water bottle cap and poured half of it all over the fluffy towel. Lina blinked when I raised her chin and made her look at me. She smiled weakly and that made me sigh with relief.

  "The least I can do is give some of your water back," I said without much enthusiasm, and ran the towel down her eyelids and cheeks. Traces of dark makeup, tears, snot, and sperm stained the fluffy fabric. "You must be sick with dehydration."

  "Just like old times." Lina tried to laugh but it came out as a bitter croak and she started coughing. I patted her gently on the back and kept cleaning her face until I got most of the grime off. Her eyes were getting clearer but she still looked like a victim of an assault.

  When we were still together, that was the first thing I'd do after our most intense scenes when I'd fully drained her strength. I'd wash her and give her some water so her body would have the time to adjust. No matter how exhausted she was, Lina always raised her hand to stroke my fingers as they cleaned her skin.

  Her hands remained in her lap that night. It'd be delusional for me to expect anything different but it still made me sad.