Unorthodox Chemistry

by Lilah E. Noir

  Thomas picked up the pace but he was still holding back. It was not strong enough to leave marks or raise welts. I cried out when he withdrew the wooden stick out of the blue and parted my pussy lips with it. The contact with my engorged labia was too much.

  "So sensitive..." There was a hiss in the air and the thin wood landed straight on my ass so it'd push the vibrator deeper. The sting of the cane was strong enough to make me forget the pain in my clit.

  Thomas yanked my hair, used it as a lead and spun me around. He forced me to sit on the counter with my legs spread open. "Tonight, I'll break you and I won't hold back." He licked my tongue and sank his teeth into it, leaving a purple mark. After all the heightened physical sensations, his bite was like a romantic kiss. "To whom do you belong?"

  The vibrator was throbbing in my ass and rotated at harder and more forceful levels. The pain from the single hit of the cane was adding to the build up.

  Thomas pinched my nipple and repeated his question in a low, threatening voice.

  "To you. I belong to you, sir. Now please..."

  "Such an impatient girl." He chuckled, curled his arms around me and reached out for the ripped fabric around my wrists. "Do you mind if I make it tighter?"

  No, I wanted to scream. Fear was choking me hard, whispering sinister scenarios in my head. No, don't let him do that. Remember the Procedure.

  "Tie me harder," I whispered in a shaking voice with gritted teeth. "Tie me up."

  "As you wish." The black silk was still covering my eyes but I could swear Thomas was smiling. He grabbed the fabric, straightened it and tightened the knot.

  "I hope you're ready." He tore the blindfold off my face, kissed me hard and impaled my leaking, ready cunt with a thrust. I screamed and tied him in a bondage of my own, legs wrapped around his waist while he was bottoming me out. His hard, rough thrusts made my juices overflow and coat his skin with a glistening sheen.

  Thomas claimed my lips and reached out to spank my clit while he was fucking me. This time, his face was close to mine, and our mouths clashed as both of us finally gave in to the need.

  "Still scared of me, pet?" He growled and bit my bottom lip while his hand was masturbating me with a furious, insane rhythm. "Does it feel good?"

  "Yes... Oh, yes, please, you feel so good. I don't want this to end." My desperate pleas rose higher. "Don't ever stop."

  His strong chest crushed against my heaving breasts while he pounded me harder. I slid my tongue into his mouth and squeezed him, keeping his cock locked inside me in that heavenly bonding.

  The sweet helplessness and his hard, devious passion deafened any voices inside my head. Thomas cried out and buried his head in my shoulder. His pent-up cum threatened to spill inside me.

  "We've marked each other, Lina. Remember that. There's no way to undo it."

  A mark or a scar?

  I wasn't sure how long we spent on that counter, locked in a passionate embrace while he left blue and purple bites down my neck. It could have been hours and I'd have been happy to stay with him inside me for the rest of the weekend, for the rest of our lives.

  The soreness, the hard vibrations, his possessive kisses and intense gaze brought me to another, mind-numbing climax. I writhed in the tight restraints and crossed my legs around him hard. He screamed out when my insides milked him and his release flooded my soaked vagina.

  Thomas untangled my feet and grabbed me by the hair.

  "I think you need to feel my mark on you on the outside," he said in a raspy voice, pulling out and pushing me to my knees. Thick ropes of hot white sperm shot out of his tip with only a few tugs. I closed my eyes and reveled in the prolonged orgasm while he painted me white, with thick blasts erupting all over my body.

  A soft hand under my chin brought me out of this otherworldly experience. When I fluttered my eyelids open, Thomas was kneeling next to me. The earlier cruelty, mockery, and touch of madness had drained from him along with his cum.

  "Are you okay?" he whispered tenderly, undoing the knots around my wrists. "Was any of that too much for you?"

  "No." I leaned against his forehead with a tired smile. "I know you believed in the cold turkey approach but I didn't think you'd push me so fast and hard."

  "I figured that little role play would be a good way to break the ice. Did you enjoy your little fantasy, 'Susan'?" He gave me a goofy grin while he was wiping the seed from my cheeks.

  "More than I expected." I kissed his lips and added, with a purring voice, "I still prefer the real you."

  "Do you?" Thomas took my hands and brought them to his lips with the wicked look that promised nothing good. "Then I think you'll be thrilled with what the real me has planned for you."

  Oh no.

  "You'll keep my cum on you until it dries."

  "What?"

  Why, oh why did I opt for no safeword?

  "I may or may not allow you to take a bath and clean it," he went on with glowing eyes. "Oh, and another thing... For the rest of the weekend, you're banned from wearing any clothes."

  Thomas lay down in the bathtub with a smirk and closed his eyes. He sighed with pleasure and leaned into my arms. The smooth, intimate light of the bathroom looked great on his toned, lean body. While I was running the loofah down his shoulders, it dawned on me that this was the first time both of us had been fully naked in a while. Nevertheless, the power scales were still in his favor.

  He had the posture of a warrior after a successful battle, sinking into the water to bring relief to his tired muscles. I was kneeling next to the bathtub, an obedient slave girl and the spoils of war. His sperm had dried on my skin and the signs were still showing, down my breasts stomach and thighs. Thomas had forbidden me to close them while I was servicing him. If he looked down, he'd have a perfect view of my needy pussy. One of his weekend rules was that I always had to keep it on display. If I closed my legs or tried to cover myself, there would be a punishment.

  At least he gave me a permission to take the vibrator out.

  I could lie to myself that it wasn't really lust, that I was simply wet after our rough kitchen fucking but inside, I knew better. The humiliating act of servitude was making me tingle and brought a rush of blood to my nipples and clit.

  "You're doing so well, pet." He was practically purring while I ran the loofah down his front and traced the outlines of his chest and abs. "We should make a habit out of you being my little slave once every few weeks. Naked..."

  He opened his eyes and turned to me with a glowing smile. His lips brushed against my shoulder and it sent a shiver down my spine.

  "At my beck and call... Ready to serve. Always available." Thomas kissed my neck and turned away again, sighing with obvious satisfaction. I wanted to strangle him and climb into the bath with him.

  "Don't rely on that." I pouted and reached out to pour some more bath salts into the scalding hot water. Thomas only chuckled in response.

  "You're so cute when you try to resist, Lina. You know you love it. I bet it's been a while since you felt so free?" He stroked my hair.

  "Free?" I rolled my eyes and soaked the loofa with some more body wash before I brought it to his shoulders. "Free to be washing you while I'm filthy and dirty, with dried sperm all over me?"

  "Free to be naked, dirty and always available, ready to give and receive pleasure without worry." Thomas ran his thumb over my jaw and smirked. "Did you find moments in your schedule just for you, for your own pleasure? I'm sure you were too busy to even play with yourself."

  My cheeks turned hot at that. Damn him for knowing me so well. Why did he always have to get so deep under my skin? I gasped and sank my nails into the edge of the tub.

  "So, you didn't," he stated and reached out to touch my clawed fingers over the porcelain surface. "I'm sure you rarely stay completely naked like that, am I right?"

  I sighed and kept rubbing his shoulders in full concentration in the hope he'd drop the conversation. As if I didn't know him better. Thomas reached out, took
me gently by the wrist and took the loofa from my hand.

  "That''s enough. Now..." He spoke in a gentle, comforting voice with a wicked glint. "Sit on the edge of the tub and spread your legs wide. I want to take a good look at you."

  "Sorry but how exactly does that..."

  The slap to my breast took me by surprise. Thomas used just his fingers and didn't even leave a bruise, but the impact was strong enough. He shook his head and tutted with mild amusement.

  "No arguing, Lina. You agreed to obey and trust my judgment, no questions asked." Thomas grabbed me by the chin and leaned forward. "Or have you changed your mind?"

  "No..." I swallowed and felt anxiety building up again. "It's embarrassing. I... I haven't been naked in broad daylight for ages. I know it makes no sense but it feels wrong."

  "You had no problem being naked in the kitchen, did you?"

  "N-no but..."

  "Just trust me, okay?" He gave me a light, reassuring kiss and slapped my other breast. "Now do as you are told or you'll get ten cane strikes when I finish my bath."

  I looked down at my body when I climbed into the tub and seated myself on the edge. My skin was turning pink and it had nothing to do with his mild tit spanking. Intense warmth rushed to my face. When I clasped my hands into fists, I saw they were shaking.

  "That's a good girl," Thomas said with approval. He raised his foot and ran it across my outer thigh. "Now, spread wider and show me your beautiful pussy."

  A strange, virginal shyness came over me. We'd done a lot more sexual things so why did it feel like I was breaking a taboo by exposing myself to him? The pink color was turning to red and I exhaled loudly while I opened my legs for his viewing pleasure.

  "There, was that so difficult?" Thomas kept sliding his foot against my thigh, this time on the inner side. "You're still too tense. Do you remember the positions from your training?"

  "They're a little muddled in my mind," I admitted.

  "We have to refresh your memory." He smirked and pressed his toes close to my outer lips. The effort to keep my eyes on his was draining. "Shyness doesn't look good on you. You have forgotten the kind of woman you truly are. The Lina I fell in love with is passionate and bold even when she's at my feet."

  "Am I?" I laughed nervously and sank my nails deeper into my palms. "I think I was but now... I don't know."

  "Yes, you do." He pressed his foot against my crotch and rubbed my clit hood with a slow movement. "You're many things, Lina, but you're not a squirming, inexperienced maiden. You just need a little coaxing."

  Every light move of his toe made me feel more vulnerable and humiliated. Any attempt to cover myself would be in vain.

  "I... you remember how you found me that night with Seth?" Tears flowed down my cheeks again and enhanced the mortification. "I... I can't help but go back to..."

  Thomas moved in the tub to wipe the tears from my face and squeeze my shoulder.

  "I can't imagine what it was like for you that night. I felt helpless and desperate." He smiled and caressed my forearm. "Still, it was nothing like what you went through. I know it might not be easy but try to forget about the world outside while we're here."

  His fingers cupped my chin and the gentle tone of his words eased the shame a little.

  "That's why we're here in perfect isolation. Focus on now, on my words, on your pleasure. He's not here and can't hurt you. Okay?"

  I nodded even if my mind was shrouded in insecurity.

  "The old rules apply." Thomas leaned back to the other end of the tub. He rested his arms on the sides and gave me a lascivious look. "Don't squeeze your fists or dig your nails into your skin. Don't hurt yourself in any way unless I say so. Now..."

  Thomas paused and looked me up and down again.

  "Place your hands on your thighs and slide them up very slowly. Palms up. Touch yourself for me but only your thighs. Do you understand, pet?"

  Couldn't he just let me get in the tub and hold me until I stopped shaking? The hot water was splashing against my ankles and the sound of bubbles was lulling me, just like his stern eyes. I only realized I'd been holding the air in my lungs when they hurt for release.

  Thomas cleared his throat and looked at me expectantly. I raised my fists with a loud exhale, opened them and touched my parted thighs. It surprised me how hot they felt. Rivulets of water ran down my skin when I fully relaxed my hands.

  "Oh, yes, just like that... beautiful." He smiled warmly and continued his instructions with a low voice. "Now spit on your fingers, lube them nicely. Start massaging your clit when they are wet enough."

  My brain and feelings were in conflict but my body reveled in his commands. The warmth at the apex of my thighs eased the anxiety in small waves and put the dark memories to sleep. When I gathered the natural lube and started rubbing my clit, it was already peeking out of its hood, pink, slippery and swelling with each massaging move.

  "Perfect," he said in an entranced voice, eyes staring straight at my pussy and the fusion of spit and juices. "Pull it out and press it between your fingertips. Slowly. Make it hard and wet."

  Thomas reached out for my ankles under the water and held them tight to keep my legs open. I rubbed myself faster under his ardent gaze, pinched the puffy flesh, and made myself wetter and more aroused. He smirked when I finally let out a small moan and squeezed my clit harder.

  "Yes, that's it. Let go." Thomas reached out and let his hands linger over my thighs. "Give yourself that pleasure, pet. You earned it."

  "Please, touch me..." I moaned and teased the growing, sensitive nub with a nail. It was getting harder to breathe with the sensations building up inside me. My nipples were aching for a caress or a pinch "Please..."

  "No." He chuckled and I cursed under my breath. Thomas was still keeping me open, pulling my legs wider apart. "I want to watch you push yourself over the edge."

  "Oh damn it." The bathroom echoed with my load groans when the ecstasy built up to a hotter point. I flicked my clit harder and pinched it.

  "Good girl. You're so sexy when you play with yourself," he said in a deep, velvet voice. His pupils were dilated and even in my hazy state I could read his desire, feel it fuse into my body. "Play with your nipples now. Caress them first, very slowly. Feel them swelling under your fingers."

  I obeyed and stroked the aroused peaks of my breasts as slowly as I could. The more I teased them, the more cream I leaked all over my fingers.

  "Close your eyes now," he whispered and kept up his almost touch. "Concentrate on how hard your nipples are, how wet you are. Give in to the feeling. Aren't you aching for release?"

  "Yes." Quiet groans tore from my lungs when I followed his words. All that existed in that moment were the sensations, the desire at the tip of my fingers, the hardness of the flesh, the hard grasp of his hands around my ankles. That grasp didn't allow me to close my legs, to find any comfort. "Oh yes."

  "Pinch your nipples. Grab them harder and play with them. Fondle your breasts and insert a finger into your wet cunt."

  His voice was a powerful enchantment, echoing through the maze of my thoughts, and it sent direct commands to my nerve endings. Obedience was as natural as breathing, as the air I was taking in and the pleasurable warmth.

  I slid a finger inside me and winced at first. It was still sore and tender from the earlier intense pounding and the peppermint oil, but it was warm, wet. When I impaled myself, the slick juices ran down my knuckles.

  "Open your eyes and look down, Lina. I want you to watch how you fuck yourself."

  Shudders went through my body but I obeyed and looked down. My fingers were sliding in and out of me, to the knuckle and back.

  "Keep rubbing your clit with your thumb." Thomas touched me for a very brief moment. He gently placed my thumb on top of my pulsing, raw clit and withdrew almost immediately. "Don't stop playing with your tits."

  He leaned forward to my ear to whisper.

  "Don't waste your energy on shyness. Rub yourself for me and for yoursel
f. Put two fingers in and pump that hot cunt, fuck yourself nice and hard."

  I tossed my head back and let out a small groan while he withdrew. The denial of touch, the vibration through my clit's sensitive nerves and the hardness of my nipples were slowly stripping me on the inside. My tits reddened when I fondled them hard.

  "Please, can I put another finger in?" My walls were still sore but the discomfort was not strong enough to stop me. I was panting hard, fucking myself with one hand and squeezing my nipples until they bruised.

  "Greedy girl." He smirked and picked up a long, wooden massage brush from the bathroom stand. "You love being stretched, don't you?"

  Thomas ran a palm over the brush's long, thick handle and drummed his fingers on top of it. He was staring at my reddened, tumescent clit and slick, open entrance that wrapped around my fingers.

  "Pull your fingers out and curl them at the front of your pussy." He said with a wicked smirk and patted the brush down his palm. "Try to find your G-spot."

  The loud yell crashed off the bathroom tiles and echoed throughout the house. My fingertips stumbled upon the rough, gravely spot and that was the point any resemblance of self-control slipped away.

  "Keep going, Lina. Fuck yourself." He reached out and slapped my thigh with the brush when I tried to close my legs. The next blow to my other thigh was harder. "Keep your legs spread and show me everything while you fuck your filthy sweet cunt."

  My voice was vibrating with torment and I pressed harder against the sensitive spot. I was rubbing my clit so hard it would get bruised once the wave of pleasure faded.

  "I love it when you perform for me, little one. So hot, rough and passionate." Thomas growled, pushed my hand away and slid my body down into the tub. I screamed when the hot water made contact with my raw pussy. He pressed my lower body to one of the nozzles. Water was bubbling against my butt and thighs, shooting straight between my soaked folds. He held me down and whispered in a low, passionate voice, "Feel it, Lina. Feel everything."

  As if I had any choice. My senses were open and each new thrill fused in my veins and turned my blood to boiling. The pain was sharp but the throbbing made my flesh sing with each pulsation. I let it all out with a loud scream.