Unorthodox Chemistry

by Lilah E. Noir

  "You used to feel safe when I tied you." I let go of her wrists and she lowered them reluctantly. "You enjoyed your helplessness."

  The strange cocktail of guilt and sadness stuck at the back of my throat. Outside, the rain was dropping back to its quiet, peaceful rhythm.

  "Yes. That was before," Lina said simply, embraced me and placed her head on my chest. "Right now, it makes me feel frightened and rejected."

  "Rejected? Why rejected?" I frowned.

  "Bondage would feel like a barrier between us and a denial of your touch," she admitted with a guilty expression after a long pause. "I know it makes no sense. Part of me knows you'd never abuse me and you'd never harm me, yet the rest is fighting against it. Being helpless used to be liberating. Now I have... complicated feelings about it."

  "Would you prefer me to never tie you up again? Would you absolutely hate if I did it to you right now?"

  "No." Lina sucked in a breath. "I don't know if I ever want to do it again."

  "So..." I took her braid in my hand again and pulled it lightly to make her look up. "Correct me if I'm wrong. You're still thrilled with the idea in theory but you fear it rather than hate it. You don't want to put it as a hard limit yet."

  "Correct." She raised her trembling hands and put them on my shoulders. "Thomas, I was often selfish in our relationship. I was concerned with myself. How I felt. What it would do to me if you ever left me. If you were just using me. If you'd hurt me."

  "I wouldn't go so far as to call you selfish. Trust was always a challenge for you," I said softly. "I'm not sure I did well enough to earn your trust so I don't know if I could blame you."

  "Either way, I rarely thought of how you felt and what you wanted. Instead, I projected my fears and traumas from failed love affairs onto you. Right now, I'd like to do something special for you."

  "What do you have in mind?" My fingers were still messing with her braid.

  "You need to get over that night in your dungeon."

  Her words shocked me and I stared at her in fear and confusion.

  "I want to help you rebuild your confidence," Lina said. "If I allow you to push my soft limits, no matter how much that scares me, that might help you make peace with yourself. Go back to the man you truly are."

  For a long time, I had no idea what to answer to that hesitant, shy challenge. Her chin trembled as she spoke. The storm in those wide, dark blue eyes matched the one on the outside as the frothy waves grew higher. The fear was vibrating in her body and each word she said.

  "Lina..." I sighed and kissed her lightly. "I can take it easy on you and spend the rest of the weekend just making love, resting, being a normal couple. It would feel good but when we leave that beautiful little world of yours on Monday, all the problems will be waiting for us."

  She kissed me back and raised her eyebrow.

  "Go on..."

  "I don't want to distract you." I cupped her face and forced myself to stare right into the eye of the storm. "I don't want to comfort you and keep your mind off the problems. That would do us both a disservice. You're saying you want me to push you... but you should know what you're getting yourself into."

  "I'm listening." The shaking of her voice subsided.

  It was time to escape the damp, confusing maze, but did I have the map?

  "I want to push you really hard," I whispered against her lips. "I want to get to the core of our problems and expose you to them. Maybe we won't get far this weekend. Eventually, we'll get to some dark and scary places and I don't want to hold back."

  "Another round of therapy?"

  "Yes, you could say that. But this time it works in both directions."

  "How dark are we talking about?" she asked. "No safeword, no limits kind of dark?"

  I answered after giving it some thought.

  "I don't want to break you by accident so it would be bad to strip you of your safeword. We'll take baby steps. I'll be checking on you to make sure we're in the green. I'll discuss it all with you before we get drastic. Still..." I paused. "I wouldn't want you to safeword when we get serious unless it is genuinely more than you can handle. It'll be more intense than anything we've done. If you'd rather stay on the safe side, let me know now."

  Lina didn't answer immediately. She looked over my shoulder with a distracted look. Her hands were still resting on my palms. It was so quiet except for the falling rain that was back to a gentle murmur.

  I wanted her to give in.

  I wanted her to reject me.

  The intensity of Lina's silence was taking its toll on my nerves. That was when she spoke in a quiet voice.

  "Break me, Thomas. I'd rather go without a safeword," Lina said with fear but I knew that look on her face, that kick ass and take no prisoners determination. "I want to learn to trust you and I don't want any safety exits. I don't know what you have in mind but this time, I'll trust you to take me as far as you think I can handle and beyond. Please..."

  She went down on her knees before me and pressed her face to my leg. That sight always made me hot and bothered, but now the excitement swelling in my chest was anything but sexual. I reached out to caress her hair.

  "Don't take it easy on me. Take me to the darkest corners of your mind and don't hold back."

  "Are you sure, little one?" I asked, and tried to sound soothing when in fact I was terrified. I had never played without a safeword, and I didn't think I ever could.

  "Positive, sir." Lina raised her eyes, and much to my surprise, she was smiling. "Besides... if you're the beast you believe you are, would a safeword protect me? If you choose to abuse me, would a simple word make a difference?"

  "All right, Lina. Stand up and turn around. Face the window." I caressed her face and extended my hand to her. She got up gracefully, with the same light smile and glowing eyes.

  I removed the hair tie holding her braid and the bright red wisps came undone.

  "I thought you liked my hair like that?" She chuckled. "Didn't you want me to keep it braided the entire weekend?"

  "The weekend will be rough enough. I want you to feel as free as possible. I don't have to repeat that you're banned from any underwear until Monday morning, right?" I kissed her earlobe and kept talking in a quiet but firm tone. "Now listen. I'll accept your no safeword request but if I say that the scene is over, my word is law. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, sir," she said. My fingers brushed past her throat. I felt the how quick her pulse was, how her heart beat with excitement.

  "Good girl. We'll discuss all the details later, but now..." I draped her hair over her right shoulder and left the side of her neck exposed. "I want you to go back to the bedroom. Strip. Take another shower if you want to. Refresh yourself until you're fully comfortable. Don't tie your hair. While you were sleeping, I left a yellow dress in your wardrobe. I want you to put it on. Come back when you're ready."

  Lina looked radiant when she nodded her agreement. The angry tense woman had retreated somewhere. She kissed me again and walked out with her head held high.

  The moment I was alone, I ran my fingers through my hair and wished there was something stronger than wine.

  Even if there was, I knew I wouldn't touch it.

  It was time to play with fire.

  The dress Thomas left for me to wear was bright yellow and white, with a floral pattern, spaghetti straps, and low cut cleavage. Such a dress would look beautiful... on some slender, petite girl half my age. It was a dress a young, sweet soul would wear on a romantic date on the beach.

  What is he thinking?

  I gritted my teeth and tried to slip it on. It was a struggle to fit my curves and wide hips into it. If I forced the dress down over my breasts, it would get stuck and I'd rip the fabric. Oh well, if that happened, it wouldn't be my fault.

  After five minutes of struggling and cursing that would have made a sailor blush, the dress finally lost the battle and I pushed the top part down my torso. I tugged it down, fit my arms through the straps and tried n
ot to faint from lack of oxygen. The sundress looked like it was two sizes smaller than mine while it was still on the hanger. When I put it on and it wrapped around my body, I was sure it was at least four sizes.

  This is ridiculous, I thought when I turned around to face the full-length mirror in the corner. I groaned with despair. It left nothing to the imagination. It was an epic fight to fit my tits over the bust line and they looked like they'd pop out of the tiny cleavage. If someone a few inches shorter had been wearing it, it would have been a knee-length dress. Sadly, that didn't apply to me. The skirt rode high up my thighs and barely covered my butt cheeks.

  The fabric was digging into my skin cruelly and threatened to rip if I breathed too hard. If by some miracle I succeeded in bending over, it'd fully expose my naked ass. That didn't bother me but the lack of oxygen was already making me feel dizzy.

  Again, what was going on in that guy's twisted brain?

  The veil of my hair draped down my shoulders over the tight straps. To my horror and excitement, the dress rode even higher from behind and showed most of my two moons.

  I hissed under my breath. Why was it that each time things were going right between us, Thomas found some way to make me seethe with anger?

  Okay, anger was not the correct word.

  There was no one around except him and me. The dress was the most revealing, naughtiest outfit I'd worn for ages. A warm pulse throbbed between my legs at the sight of my nearly naked, restrained body in the mirror reflection and the thought of him waiting for me.

  How hot would it be to climb into his lap, let him run his hands down my legs and grind me against his hardened shaft before he raised his hand for a hard slap? His slender fingers would leave their rough, stinging mark on the pale flesh and coax more cries...

  If I didn't die of suffocation first.

  We'd fucked only a few hours ago but my body was still needy and aching. I was tempted to touch myself and make my tight slit even wetter. It would be naughty of me to slide two fingers inside and make sure to cry out in pleasure so he'd hear me.

  What would his reaction be? Would he come to punish me for masturbating without permission?

  I sighed and opened the door. An orgasm in that dress would truly knock me out.

  Well, I'd better see what Hellspawn is up to. I swear, that guy will be the death of me.

  Thomas was sitting down on the couch before the fireplace. He was wearing a black shirt over his dark jeans and was barefoot. He was holding an almost finished cup of coffee, but the deep, rich fragrance was still lingering in the air. I could recognize another scent in the air, stronger and more overwhelming. Peppermint.

  A wicked grin lit Thomas' face when I stood in front of him. He patted the seat next to him and spoke in a strangely cheerful way, his voice contrasting with the slight mockery in his features.

  "Oh, hello, 'Susan', I'm really glad you could make it." Thomas got up and walked to me. He behaved as if he hadn't noticed my confused expression or how flustered I was. The fucking dress felt even tighter after I'd walked in it for less than a minute.

  Wait, why did he call me Susan?

  "Thomas, what..."

  He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek. His fingers brushed past my waistline but quickly pulled away when he took a step back and looked me over.

  Thomas was checking me out in a really obvious, objectifying way but that didn't bother me. Why was he acting crazy?

  "I know how tight your schedule is, Susan, so I appreciate you coming here with me." He reached out to stroke my cheek. "You look gorgeous."

  "Susan?" I raised my eyebrow and took a step back. "What is going on here?"

  His eyes glinted with mischief and he crossed his arms over his chest. He kept looking at me from all sides as if he was truly a Master at an auction to buy new slaves--sensual and yet filled with cold calculation.

  "It's a pity Steve couldn't join us for our threeway weekend. We'll get on just fine without him. Isn't that so, my old friend?" He chuckled.

  Of course!

  That was my fantasy. A dark, shameful fantasy about two men I knew taking me against my will and fucking me hard until my resistance died away. I'd made myself cum thinking about it more times than I cared to remember. So wrong and yet so right. The semi-reluctance. The taboo of being taken, used and brainwashed with pleasure. It often left me feeling bad about myself as soon as the orgasm faded.

  It was tame and practically vanilla compared to all the things Thomas and I did together but the thrill shook me to my core. The pulsing warmth and light wetness from earlier was spread on my pussy lips. The tight fabric of the dress enhanced how hard my nipples were, poking through it, and swelling with the rush of blood.

  "Oh... sure," I said and crossed arms over my chest in an attempt to show some modesty. It was ridiculous to be shy in that outfit. "It's such a shame, indeed. He really wanted us to get together."

  Thomas smirked again. His eyes became darker when he slid next to me with the grace of the ballet master from the stage performance. He draped an arm around my shoulders in a seemingly friendly way and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

  "You know, I'm fine with him not being around." His warm, soft voice had its usual effect on me and I pressed my thighs together. "That way I finally have you all to myself. I love being alone with you."

  He kissed my neck, swirling his tongue tenderly over my weakest, most sensual spot, right at the base of my neck. It made me melt on the spot when Thomas raised his fingers to touch my nipples. I was about to press against him and sit in his lap when I remembered I was supposed to resist and find him creepy.

  In this scene, Thomas was my best friend. He couldn't allow himself such freedom with my body, touch me without permission, fondle me or lick my neck.

  I pushed him away with great reluctance.

  "What are you doing?" I frowned and moved away from him, sliding to the other end of the couch. "How many times do we have to go over this? I don't feel the same way about you. You're my best friend but I'm not attracted to you. Why is it so difficult to understand?"

  "Oh yeah?" He cocked his eyebrow, got up from the couch and strolled to me. His act was so realistic it chilled me and stoked the fire burning inside me. Was it really an act? That aggressive, domineering behavior was like a mental version of good rough spanking, a direct mind whipping. "Are you sure about that?"

  I shivered and squirmed in discomfort, my arms still draped around me and desperately trying to hide how horny I was. Thomas grabbed my wrist and locked his fingers around it. A mild bruise formed on it when he yanked my hands to my sides. That abrupt movement exposed my chest and my hardened nipples through the dress.

  "Is that why you're wearing this?" Thomas moved his face to mine and narrowed his eyes. Our lips nearly brushed. His fiery gaze was so alluring I didn't realize he was touching my nipple. Next thing I knew, he twisted it so hard I screamed. "Is that why you invited me over here, all alone? So you could show yourself off in your skimpy dress, like a little cocktease?"

  "It's hot outside," I snapped at him and breathed hard when he fondled my breasts. "We're on the beach. I'm wearing a dress, that's all. Please, stop it, you're scaring me."

  Thomas pulled the straps down my shoulders and chuckled. He ground his erect cock against my thigh and kept up his vicious attack on my nipple. Pain pulsed through it and I swallowed hard in an attempt to act with some dignity. That was difficult when the juices were getting thicker and staining me.

  "My my, little Miss Innocent. You're not even wearing a bra to keep those juicy tits together. What are you, some kind of slut?"

  "Please, why are you doing this?" I whispered in a small, scared voice. Thomas stretched my arms and made my breasts jut forward.

  "Always so prim and proper." His nails were digging into the delicate skin beneath my palms. "Who would've thought you were such a little slut? Did you hope Steve and I would finally fuck you like you need to be fucked, Susan?"

 
; "No, please..." His hot words made it hard for me to keep up with the innocence act. The discomfort, the shameful exposure, and lust were tearing me apart on the inside.

  "Don't think I never noticed how you look at me. How you lick those fuckable lips." He ran his tongue down my neck and clasped my wrists even tighter. I cried each time his teeth made contact with my skin. "Don't tell me you never felt how hard I was when we were cuddling."

  His mouth moved to the top of my breasts. Thomas bit them with a light, sensual brush of his teeth.

  "You're such a hot little thing. You drive me fucking wild. I'm sick of that." His eyes darkened so much they made him look like a different person. "This weekend, I'll make you mine whether you like it or not. My own little fucktoy."

  He grabbed me by a lock of my hair and bent me over the back of the couch. I ended up with my naked ass in the air. The dress was sticking into my ribs like a restraining device. Thomas kept his grip on my hair and slapped me hard when I tried to close my legs.

  That wouldn't hide the scent of aroused sex or cover the streak of juices on my swollen outer lips.

  "Open your legs." He repeated the stinging palm crack on my other cheek. "I know you're wet. I can see you're not wearing panties. Show me your pussy, dirty girl."

  The filthy words worked like magic and I parted my thighs. Thomas held the back of my neck and buried my face in the soft pillow. Another hard smack marked my ass. The throw cushion muffled the sound.

  Thomas slapped my exposed lips and rubbed his thumb across them with a tut.

  "Susan, Susan, what a bad girl you are to walk around in that dress, no bra, no panties, as if you are begging to be fucked. No worries, I always respect a true lady's wishes." He couldn't contain his sardonic laughter when he said 'lady' and laughed out loud. His fingers slipped inside my slick walls, and I gasped when they slid across my puckered anus and teased it with feathery movements.

  "I'll fuck you on every surface in this house, little slut," Thomas whispered. "You'll be on your hands and knees the entire time, ready to take my cock. When we leave on Monday, you'll beg me not to stop."