Unorthodox Chemistry

by Lilah E. Noir

  Two more fingers stretched me. I moaned out when he lowered his face to press it against my ass cheeks and kiss them both. Thomas parted them, slid his tongue down the star of my ass and opened it just with the tip. Sweet, guilty pleasure went through my veins as that soft, intimate touch filled me with mortification and deep shame. Was I too deep into character or was it a genuine emotion?

  He turned me around and released my face from the pillow. His strong hands grabbed the back of my thighs. Thomas lifted me in the air and leaned forward for a rough kiss on the lips.

  "I'll have so much fun with you. You have no idea." Thomas grinned and carried me to the dining table. His grasp was solid enough but I wrapped my legs around his waist for balance. That made him chuckle again.

  "You can't wait for me to fuck you, can you? You'll have to wait and beg like a good girl should."

  Thomas laid me down and curled his hand around my neck with the same cruel smirk. Just an hour ago we had eaten at the very same table, holding hands and kissing. His strong fingers were squeezing my throat. He was devouring me with his eyes as if the helpless, aroused state he reduced me to was a feast for him.

  His free hand's nails were drawing red, bruising lines between my breasts, all the way to the edge of the dress. I gasped and used the moment to close my legs. Thomas tutted and spanked the inside of my thighs with his palm, so hard and fast he made me cry with genuine pain.

  "Did I give you permission to close your legs? Did I say you were free to move?" He was hovering over me with narrowed eyes full of madness. Fear rushed inside me and mixed with the arousal as if I was high on pheromones.

  The clouds outside were growing darker. When Thomas moved closer to me and cupped my pussy, lightning tore through the sky and flashed his face in a sinister way. I inhaled sharply and tried to push the memory away.

  It's not the same. It's not.

  "Please." I moaned out in despair while his lips pressed against my chin. "That's so humiliating."

  "Oh, Susan, Susan..." He repeated the fake name with a chuckle and parted my inner lips using his opposite thumbs. "You'll learn to love humiliation. You'll learn to crave it. You'll be an obedient little bitch on a leash."

  Thomas spread my legs even wider and buried his head between them. His teeth sank into my clit for a brief moment before he pushed his tongue into me. When his lips made contact with my swollen, dripping slit, any resemblance of defiance or self-control faded into a sea of insane pleasure. I arched my body and submitted to the ecstasy of his mouth on my pussy, the warm breath in my slick love tunnel and the pressure against my G-spot and clit.

  He moved his face away, glistening with my wetness. I looked down at him in panic and whispered in a shaking voice, "Please, don't stop. Please... oh please, eat me out."

  Thomas soaked a finger in the profuse fluids erupting all over his cheeks and rested it against my ass crack. He moved closer, nearly touched me and breathed warmly against my sensitive flesh.

  "What happened, Susan? I thought you didn't feel that way for me? I thought you didn't want me to touch you. Now you suddenly want me to eat you out?"

  I screamed when he slid the wide end of his tongue all over my slit and pressed the tip to the little nub.

  "Please, I'm begging you."

  "So easy... I should've done it with you years ago." He chuckled again and kissed my clit, still looking me in the eyes. Any coherent thoughts slipped out of me when Thomas flicked his tongue until the pleasure building in my core turned to an ache. He licked me faster until the stimulation brought me close to cumming... and he pulled away. I gasped and wrapped a hand around my throat as if to muffle the sounds coming out.

  What was the point of stifling my cries? I still had some pride that kept me from fully letting go, fragile and ready to be tattered. The moment before the storm, quiet moans, biting my fist so I'd stay afloat.

  "Don't bother holding back. You crave it. Your body needs it," he whispered and went back to licking me. His fingers stoked the fire and searched for shortcuts on the roadmap of my body. Thomas nibbled the inner lips and whispered something I couldn't catch. I was swimming between the silky soft pleasure and the fiery pain. Too much and not enough.

  That was when he thrust three fingers into my slithery pussy, forcing its tight walls to stretch around them. His kissing grew slow and sensual but his hand moved faster inside me, pumping and fucking me.

  "Let go. Cum for me." Thomas spat on my clit and used his free thumb to rub it harder. He went back to licking and sucking it, its hard point beating like a heart in his wet kiss. My willpower broke and I screamed, almost as loud as the thunder outside.

  "I see you need so much more, little one." Thomas used my juices as lube and pushed his finger into my ass to the second knuckle. "Close your eyes and focus on my tongue."

  The luxurious sensation grew stronger when I blocked my vision. He licked me faster. The moment I got close to orgasm, I caught that peppermint fragrance again. Thomas placed a tender kiss on my clit and pulled away again, leaving me on the precipice. I was about to scream in agony and implore him, but first I felt the cold liquid on my wrist. I hardly had the time to react when he poured it over the same spot he'd been kissing.

  The peppermint ointment was cold only until Thomas spread it and it soaked my skin. Once the intense liquid coated me, it sent hot vibes down my nerve endings and forced a scream out of my lips. I tensed so hard the tight dress started ripping at the seams. His thumb rubbed my clit aggressively, throwing me further into the sensation. Burning. White hot. So strong I nearly blacked out. My skin and folds were on blissful, liquid fire that made me feel more and multiplied my orgasm. When Thomas pulled his finger out to massage my G-spot, I came so many times I lost count as the pleasure swept me off my feet.

  It burned like hell but right then I was flying. The sweetness and the flame draped my mind in a fog. He could do anything he pleased with me, mold me, break me, take me further, test my limits. The heavy wave of orgasms destroyed my walls and left me open.

  The ripping of fabric interrupted the blissful and painful moment. At first, I thought the damned dress had given in. When I opened my eyes Thomas was tearing it apart starting from the cleavage. He smirked, gripped the fabric and ripped it to pieces. I was fully naked, covered in tattered rags, with a puddle of juices and peppermint oil dripping between my legs.

  Such bliss. Able to breathe again, I rested on my back, dizzy and overwhelmed, on the verge of fainting.

  As usual, Thomas wasn't done with me. He got up and used the pieces of the dress to wipe the cunt nectar off his face. The sadistic glint was back in his eyes and I knew I was in trouble.

  He cupped my face between his palms for a brief moment then slid them slowly down my body, traced every curve, warmed my skin as if he was carving a fine statue. I tasted myself on his tongue when he kissed me softly.

  He pulled away and stroked my face with gentle admiration, tracing its features with his fingertips. His soft whisper made my skin prickle.

  "You're an exquisite creature, pet, so beautiful and raw." The admiration in his eyes made me swell with pride. He was studying me as if it was the first intimate touch we'd shared. "I missed the sight of your naked body."

  He broke the fourth wall for just a fraction before he slipped back into the role. Thomas grabbed two long lengths of the torn dress and pressed them against my wrists.

  "These will be an excuse for you, so you can say I didn't leave you any choice, Susan. We both know the truth." He gave me a predatory grin and gathered my wrists in front of me, over my belly. At first, I panicked and wiggled in an attempt to escape when I saw what was about to happen.

  Once Thomas wrapped the improvised ribbon around my hands, he tied them in such a loose knot I could release myself without any fight.

  A hard slap in my face made me snap to attention.

  "You've been teasing me with those sexy lips and mouth for so long." He pushed his thumb into my mouth. He pulled his zipper
down with a slow teasing motion and slid his fingers deeper down my throat. "It's time to put them to good use. Are you good with your mouth, slut? No worries... Even if you aren't, you'll be a cock sucking expert by the time I'm through with you."

  A sheer drop was oozing from his tip, heaving down from the tumescent head when he pressed it against my lips. I took it with my tongue, kissed him and let the precum roll down. He throbbed when I drew figures on his tender skin. Thomas moaned and grabbed me roughly by the hair to push more inches in my mouth.

  "Greedy whore, just like I thought. Suck it. Make it nice, wet and sloppy, you dirty girl." He was whispering with a hoarse, tense voice and digging fingers into my hair while I took him deeper. More thick precum seeped out of his tip whenever he pulled it out to rub my face and stain it with his scent.

  I sealed my mouth around him and sucked with zeal. His grasp became stronger and forced me to take more of him until the disgraceful gagging sounds filled the room. He moved his hips and fucked my face faster.

  The thick shaft made my throat bulge. I struggled to lick and suck him as he slowly took full control. He reached out to slap my cunt hard and rub his thumb on my sore, painful clit, which was still stinging with the punishment of the peppermint oil. The physical ache and the effort from taking his cock and pleasuring him made me sink deeper into that dreamlike state.

  He spanked my pussy harder and coated his fingers with the slick cream running out of me. I raised my hips and spread myself wider so he'd stroke my tender folds and swollen nub. It was so intense even his cock couldn't muffle my loud groans and screams when the ache of his stimulation reached its peak. I felt so tender and so needy at the same time, in desperate need of more, beyond the discomfort. The contradictory sensations were making me lose my mind.

  Thomas sensed that and bent over the table, choking me with his cock.

  "Yes, good slut, keep sucking. You're so wet, so needy. I bet you want to feel that cock inside you, don't you?"

  He was speaking with a husky, smooth voice and tried to sound in control but it was slipping out of his grasp. I could feel that. His balls quivered against my face when he furiously rubbed my clit, spit on it and ran a thumb down to the slick opening and my ass crack. It gave in much easier when he slid his fingers inside it.

  My lips were sore and I was running out of breath when Thomas raised his pelvis and pushed his cock even deeper. The spit from the messy face fuck and moist blowjob mixed with the even slicker precum overflowing from my lips. His teasing fingers were making me sob with stimulation. If I could have spoken, I'd have begged. I'd have begged until my lips ached from repeating desperate pleas over and over.

  His cock slithered out of my throat with a loud, popping noise followed by coughing when the first intake of air hit me. Tears of pain and effort soaked my flustered cheeks.

  The need to beg was burning inside me but I could hardly say my name. Nothing but incoherent sounds came out of my lips so I stared at him with imploring eyes.

  "On your feet." He took me by the hands with unexpected gallantry and helped me get up from the table. My knees were so wobbly it was a miracle I was upright, with trembling shoulders and burning lungs.

  Thomas put his fingers under my chin and stared down at me. The firmness in his gaze was as mesmerizing as the intense sensations he put me through. Centering me. Owning me. I shivered under the weight and power he exuded.

  "Please..." Finally, words came back to me. I clasped my hands in the loose improvised ribbon. He kissed me almost lovingly and ignored the mess I was, the precum, tears and sticky fluids.

  "Walk ahead of me." Thomas let go of my face and stood behind me, urging me with a hard spank on the ass. "Get to the kitchen. Bend over the counter face down, ass in the air. Wrists behind your back."

  He spanked me again and removed the yellow fabric strip in an easy move. It was so loosely put together it didn't even leave any marks. A strange disappointment filled me. Thomas didn't leave me much time to wallow. His strong palm made a contact with my ass so hard I felt the forming of a bruise.

  "Let's make something clear, Susan. You do as I tell you for the rest of the weekend and trust me, I'll keep you wet, dripping and happy. Good girls get rewarded."

  I stepped away from him with an effort and made my way to the kitchen faster than I thought I could walk. The peppermint oil was still stinging me like fire and made my clit pulse and ache for touch.

  If he didn't fuck me or relieve me in some way, I'd go crazy.

  How surreal it was to walk into my kitchen fully naked, with welts forming on my ass and a leaking pussy. Dreams and reality blurred, just like when I was watching the rope and ballet performance. I gasped and laid my head on the cool counter, exactly as Thomas had ordered.

  Was it really happening or was I high on sex, pain, and denial?

  It'd been way too long time since my last trip to subspace and I had forgotten how strong it could be.

  Thomas didn't make me wait for too long. My cheek was lying on the shiny, smooth surface, and I was facing the window that overlooked the patio. The kitchen had two entrances and he could use either one. I breathed in and out slowly like he always ordered me to do whenever I needed to calm down. While I was doing the breathing exercises, I strained to catch a sound of him, to predict where he'd appear.

  Nothing...

  Just when I was about to call out his name, a smooth, tender hand stroked the backs of my thighs. How did he get here so fast? Thomas had a light step and could be as quiet as a lurking cat when he chose. No one moved that soundlessly, not when my senses felt so acute.

  I'm hallucinating. Maybe I'm still in that bathtub after drinking the rest of the wine and I'm drowning.

  The absurd thoughts faded when soft, black silk covered my eyes. Someone tied it behind the back of my neck in a hard knot and turned the world into velvet soft darkness.

  He gently untangled my shaking palms and ran soft fabric around them. Probably the same destroyed pieces from my dress.

  What would he do next?

  Would he tie me harder?

  Would he leave me like that, tortured and shivering for as long as he pleased?

  The mist in my brain was getting thicker and the silk blindfold didn't make any of this less hypnotic.

  His fingers traced the backs of my thighs and kept them apart, stroking my soft folds and hitting all my tender spots. I was breathing hard, both thrilled and frustrated with his delicate, feather-like touch. Thomas chuckled and rested his palm against my back, pinning me against the counter.

  "Please. I want you inside me, please."

  "Now, now, Susan." The cold mockery was back. "Do you want me? Because I think you just want someone to fuck you? Your greedy little cunt is horny." He parted my thighs wider. "And you need a cock to fill it. Anyone would do, right?"

  The buzz of a vibrator rang out in the air out of the blue. A clicking sounded and the buzzing grew more intense, probably to the maximum speed. His fingers brushed my asshole again, teased it very lightly and poured warm liquid all over it. At first, I shuddered in fear as I thought it was the peppermint oil but it was soothing, loosening me up while Thomas pushed his fingers all the way inside. He brought the vibrator to my ear with his free hand.

  "I bet you'd accept anyone inside you now, wouldn't you? I could bring a group of men to fuck you one by one, to cum inside you, make a mess out of you. You wouldn't know and you wouldn't care now, would you?"

  His words made me freeze in place. We'd often indulged in dirty talk but it brought up a memory of that night with Seth. A terrifying, disgusting memory.

  Thomas had no idea.

  "No, please..."

  "What would you do if Steve was here, too?" He teased, pushing the vibrator between my lips and ordering, "Suck on it."

  I shuddered when I felt the intense vibrations in my mouth and soaked the sex toy with saliva while Thomas added a third finger inside me to open my tunnel wider.

  "You'd be down on your
knees, taking us in your mouth before we ripped your clothes and fucked you. We'd double team your holes and fill you with cum. You'd even beg for a third man to finish in your mouth."

  He took out the vibrator out of my mouth and without further ado, pushed the tip past the entrance of my ass.

  "I'm not sure how much you want me, dirty girl." The buzzing, rotating head was slipping inside me as I tried to push the ugly thoughts out of my mind, to focus on the sensation. To enjoy being full and satisfied. When I finally groaned, my voice was full of panic and horror.

  "A sex toy can't replace you." I moved my hips up, hoping he'd show mercy and reward me. "Please... Please, stop torturing me."

  "You're the kind of girl who enjoys torture. How can I deny you what you crave?" The vibrator shaft moved into my tight passage slowly, inch by inch. It touched all the spots in need of stimulation. His nail casually drew a line across my clit.

  "I don't know what to do to make you see how much I need it..."

  "Shh..." Thomas pushed my hair aside to kiss my neck. "Don't fight it, and trust me. You're so tense." He massaged the muscles of my sore back and moved the sex toy inside me. "I'm not going anywhere so let me set how much you can handle."

  He covered my spine with a thousand small kisses. Each brush of his hot lips loosened me up more. The vibrator was already nearly buried inside me. I couldn't see my own skin and face but I was sure it was heated with mortification.

  Even after all that time, the shame of enjoying anal was stinging. A hot, burning blush covered my skin. It didn't make me crave it less. The rush of shame was another whip that kept me grounded in subspace.

  "That's it. Good girl, take all of it," Thomas said and squeezed my throat. "Do you still feel like I deny you intimacy? Let's see about that."

  A light tapping on the back of my thighs distracted me. It was a long, thin object, probably wood. The small, light hits were soft enough but I had enough experience to recognize a cane, even with my eyes closed.

  Was he really going to cane me after such a long pause? Sadistic son of a bitch. I dreaded to think what would follow if that was meant to be tame.