[Unorthodox 01.0] Unorthodox Therapy

by Lilah E. Noir

  “Yes, my pet?” I raked my nail against her breast and tugged the nipple forcefully, making it red again.

  “Just fuck me already,” Lina responded and sank her perfect manicure into the bare skin of my back.

  “My, we are demanding this morning, aren't we?” She narrowed her eyes when I laughed. Her heels were digging into the small of my back. “Are you sure it's what you want?”

  “Yes, damn it.” The despair in her husky voice was such a sweet turn on. Her excessive lust had gotten to me as well. I needed to be buried in her slick pussy just as badly as she wanted me to fuck her. “Please...”

  “You're learning, boss.” I pushed my hips forward and slid my cock deep inside her. Lina let go of my back and curled her legs around me when I started fucking her in a slow, sensual rhythm, much sweeter than last night. Her tight, wet walls closed around me and it took me all my inner discipline not to cum immediately.

  She kept her wrists over her head. I thought of bringing them together while I fucked her. Instead, I tangled my fingers with hers and looked her straight in the eyes. This time, Lina didn't try to shy away from my gaze. A shiver ran through her as our bodies fused into one. It got to me as well, as powerful as electricity. Her wet, tight cleft milking my cock and the growing trust in her beautiful eyes felt like heaven. If only I could stay inside her forever.

  Our lips brushed again and my soft whisper crept up her skin.

  “So perfect to play with, pet.” Her fingers squeezed mine tighter at those words. Lina muttered, arched her body and squeezed me with her tight inner muscles.

  “This should be illegal. You didn't even have to go down on me. I've never been so wet.”

  “You've never been with a man who understood your needs.” My teeth sank into her neck before she could protest. “But how could they? You hardly understand yourself.”

  “Please, just don't stop. I need you. I'm really close.” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. My last words were probably lost on her.

  “Play with your clit, Lina. I want to watch you masturbate.”

  She ran her fingers over her still red, aching clit and closed her legs around my waist, soaking my cock with her profuse juices. While I was watching her stroke the protruding nub, my hips moved faster, in an attempt to get her off as quickly as possible. I released one of her hands from my grasp and rolled her nipple between my fingers.

  “I'm really close, pet. Let's cum together.”

  “I never...” Lina was panting for breath, unable to hold back. Her shoulders were shaking with effort and she pressed her forehead to mine.

  “Just don't cum until I tell you.” I kissed her lips again and kept thrusting all the way down to her cervix, careful not to hurt her. However, my own body's needs prevailed. In the next minute, I was ready to fill her with cum. “Now,” I cried out as my balls tightened painfully and the first shots of sperm emptied into her pussy. It wasn't the most powerful climax I'd ever had but the sheer intimacy of it shook me to my core. Lina was rubbing herself desperately until she got her own release. It happened minutes after the white ropes of sperm overfilled her tight slit. She screamed out and arched her body, and her thick orgasm juices erupted all over my cock.

  I rested on top of her, still holding her left breast, panting and sweaty. This time, there was no tears, doubt or shame in Lina's behavior. Pure happiness and afterglow gave color to her skin and made her eyes shine. She deserved to feel and look like this all the time.

  “Sorry, I... I think I was a little late.” Her words made me chuckle and I leaned forward to kiss her.

  “It’s fine, Lina. Not everyone can cum on command. I didn't expect it to work immediately with your sexual history and climax problems. Still, you did pretty well. If you want to learn, I'll start training you.”

  Lina smiled and ran the backs of her fingers against my cheek.

  “Would you find time for it? Smoking therapy and orgasm control training in one? In less than two months?”

  I shrugged and bit the inside of my lip nervously. Did she have to constantly remind me of our arrangement's term?

  “I'm a great multi-tasker, as you know.”

  It felt so natural to lie on top of her, with my softening cock buried inside her warmth. Yet I knew this peace was temporary. As soon as reality kicked in, she would fall back into her habits, inhibitions and her role of leader. Of course, over the week, I'd indulge myself in tormenting her and she'd be a lot more compliant, but I wasn't ready to let her go yet.

  “Lina.” My confidence faltered for a moment and I felt choked. “Please, spend the day with me.”

  She stared at me in confusion and burst out laughing. That was definitely not the reaction I’d expected to my candid request. It didn't do much to appease the insecurity growing inside me. Lina tilted her head and ran her palms down my back.

  “Please, have mercy. You’ll have more than enough of me next week.” She kissed me softly. What was with her and those damned mixed signals? “We agreed I'd go through the therapy Friday night to Saturday morning, remember?”

  “Oh...” I shifted my eyes away from her inquisitive stare. “I didn't mean for you to stay as my pet or continue your training. Just...” The courage and self-esteem I'd been building up all my life evaporated. “I want to spend some more time with you outside of work. As friends.” Friends? Very smooth, Jett. “You know... just hanging out, talking, maybe seeing a movie together.”

  It was Lina's turn to look insecure, as if my less than eloquent invitation had scared her. I pulled out of her with regret, instantly missing the warmth and comfort of being inside her. The silence didn't last more than a minute. Still, waiting for her to make her mind up and speak was painful.

  Somehow, asking her to spend time with me was a bigger taboo than anything else we had done so far.

  “Thomas.” The icy notes in her voice when she finally spoke killed any hope I harbored. “I think I was clear. I told you I didn't want our arrangement to grow into a relationship. We may have become closer over the last week. I admit no one has made me feel the way you do, but we work together and I'm your boss. I just promoted you, damn it! You do realize what would happen if anyone learned of what we're doing? It would make us both look bad.” Her voice trembled but she quickly steeled herself. “Also, our age difference bothers me. Let's just keep it simple, okay?”

  I wished her words didn't hurt as much as they did but each one was like a dagger sinking straight into my chest. I was nothing but a tool to help her deal with her issues. Would she ever stop seeing me as the boy from our first interview, after all that had happened?

  “I haven't asked you to marry me, Lina.” The well worked out nonchalant voice and a pleasant smile were a perfect decoy for my insecurities. If only they could ease the poisonous anger bubbling inside me. I knew I was being childish and that she made good points. Still, the bitterness was suffocating me. “I like you a lot and thought we may have a great time together. We may not be the same age but it's not like you're old enough to be my mother. Anyway, you can't blame a guy for trying. If you want, you can use the bathroom first.”

  I gave an exaggerated grin and turned my back on her in the hope that she hadn't sensed my toxic mood shift. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her. Perhaps, in time, she'd decide we could move past our cold arrangement.

  Patience. The mantra echoed through my head as I let my feet down on the ground. Baby steps.

  But some other, more malicious voice, the voice of my own torturous self-doubt added water to the oil of wrath. I'd never be good enough for someone like her. No matter how far I went with my career, life and welfare, Lina Riley would always be one step ahead. Of course! Why should she settle with me when she could have any man she wanted? A woman like her should be dating executives of her level and social status, powerful, important figures.

  She was just slumming. It didn't matter that I could give her freedom through submission. In time, I would make her happy and comfortable
with herself, her strengths and weaknesses. None of that mattered, though.

  They were childish thoughts and quite unfair to Lina. She had never made me feel inferior or acted as if I owed her for my success. Her submission was a thing of beauty and I was sure no one else had seen as much of her as I had over the past week.

  So why couldn't I suppress those voices? Fuck. I was being shitty for no reason. Lina would be better off leaving before she caught any hint of my anger. It was high time to meet and talk to Allie anyway. Her perspective was always spot on.

  The poison reached its boiling point when I sensed Lina's fragrance right behind me. What was she up to now? It was the right moment for her to get up and leave, walk away from me like a scared doe. Instead, her long, tender arms wrapped around me and rested on my torso. Her warm lips on my neck and the pressure of her luscious breasts were too much. I should have pushed her away, given her a piece of my mind and shown her she couldn't toy with me.

  “Actually, I don't have any plans for today. It wouldn't be so bad if we spent some time together. We just have to stop by my place so I can change into something more comfortable.”

  The shyness and hesitation creeping into Lina's voice washed the poison out of me. I turned around to face her. The obvious fear etched onto her features made me regret being such a jerk in my mind. I kissed the tip of her nose and tackled her onto the bed.

  “You mean I finally get to see you in civilian clothes?”

  ***

  It was a bit cold when we left my house and headed for Lina's loft late that morning. The sky was crystal clear and the sun was shining with a deceptive brightness. However, as soon as we walked out the door, the breezy ocean wind left us shivering. Typical August weather in San Francisco.

  Lina trembled slightly since her light summer blazer did a poor job of protecting her from the wind.When I offered her my jacket, I half expected her to grill me just like in the good old days when we’d bickered over my gallant gestures.

  Today, she must have decided to get revenge for what I’d done to her during the week and keep me on my toes. She took my jacket without a protest and even thanked me with a genuine smile. I must have had a really precious expression because she laughed with mischief in her voice.

  “What?” She winked as we approached my car. “I'm just cold, that's all.”

  Of course, before we left we had a nice, spicy argument over which vehicle we'd use for our day out. At one point the discussion got so heated that I was tempted to give her a nice, rough spanking, but that would have just made me fuck her again.

  To my relief, Lina caved and even agreed that I could drive. Call me an old-fashioned, chauvinistic pig or just plain insecure but control in these situations made me feel better. The power balance between us wasn't equal and probably never would be. So I needed to stand my ground as much as possible, otherwise, I’d end up truly feeling like a rich woman’s boy toy. She was setting the tone of the relationship way too often.

  Besides, a good Master should always make sure their pet was comfortable. Lina needed some rest after the previous night.

  The first ten minutes of the ride passed in awkward silence. Both of us struggled with our transition from Dom/sub to two friends who were spending the day together. She looked around all the time, with a tense expression, as if afraid someone might see or recognize us. Communication between us was usually much easier and more fluent, maybe because neither of us was sure where we stood.

  “It's strange for me as well.” I smirked at Lina when we stopped at a red light. “But there's no reason we can't have a good time. Relax. If anyone from work sees us, we'll say we've run into each other and decided to have lunch.”

  She drummed her nails on the armrest and muttered quietly, almost to herself,

  “Just... this is all so much like a date. Frankly, Thomas, I'm not very good at dating.”

  The fact she was nervous about our ‘date’ flattered me. I reached out to squeeze her thigh lightly.

  “Then don't think of it as a date. If it would make you feel better, we won't hold hands, kiss or touch each other in public.”

  Lina didn't look too thrilled with that idea. It increased the hope that my feelings weren't a one-way street. She stroked my hand and pressed it against her leg.

  “It might be for the best, you little minx. You're so seductive I'd probably pull you into some bathroom stall. It would be fun but I want to enjoy your company.”

  “It sounds like a plan. It's been too long since I went out with a man to spend time together. I must say I’ve missed it.”

  “You overwork yourself.” I tried to convey my respect for her dedication. “I think you've earned the right to an afternoon of pure leisure every now and then.”

  “Look who is talking.” She smiled with affection and ran her hand against my wrist briefly. “You're one of the hardest working developers I've ever employed. You were practically living in the office days before we launched the new cloud CMS.”

  “It's simple, Lina.” The traffic light switched to green and we continued to Mission Bay. “You invested a lot in me. That isn't something many people in your position would have done. I want to make you proud of me.” She was staring at me with curiosity and a light, wicked smile. “Don't forget how much you mean to me even when I do things that seem excessive to you.”

  “Mr. Jett, please, don't get mushy on me.”

  “I stand corrected, Ms. Riley.” I rolled my eyes at her. “Let’s not make a habit of calling each other Mr. and Ms., okay? I feel like I’m in one of those God-awful Jane Austin novels Mom forced me to read when I was a teenager.”

  “What?” She burst out laughing. “Come on, I happen to love them.”

  “Ah, Lina...” I turned to wink at her for a brief moment. “I knew it. You are a girl, after all.”

  “Oh, shut up.” She continued laughing and nudged me. “You’ve got no taste.”

  “Someone is begging to be disciplined by my hand later.”

  Twenty minutes of banter later, our initial tension had completely melted. When we got to her residential building’s parking lot, I spoke with some anxiety in my voice.

  “I could wait here if you want me to.”

  “Nonsense. There's no reason you should wait behind as if you’re my driver. I need to take a shower and who knows how long it will take me to find something casual to wear? Besides, I already saw your place. It’s only fair you see mine.”

  She was making an effort to trust me. Now my previous anger at her seemed even more immature. What more could I want in that moment? Not only was she letting me inside her home but I would finally see her in something other than her usual business suits.

  Either way, I was happy just being with her. Maybe that was the reason I didn't mind her mixed signals so much.

  An hour later, the ocean breeze played with our hair as we sipped white wine at Mission Rock Resort. It was an unpretentious bar and grill with wooden tables laid out straight on the pier. The view was great and they offered a more than decent seafood selection. It was the right place to hang out while getting to know a new potential girlfriend.

  Earlier, I had nearly frozen in horror when Lina suggested we have lunch in her favorite place. Given her usual style and class, I thought she’d insist we went to some snobbish gourmet restaurant with ridiculously small portions and even more extravagant prices. It would have been her elegant way of showing me that she was way out of my league. Oh, snap out of it.

  My fears evaporated as soon as Lina walked out of her bedroom. If we had run into each other on the street, I wouldn’t have recognized her. My prediction from last week was correct. She looked amazing in tight jeans, which accented her long, athletic legs and her ass, without making her look slutty. The light vest sweater, black leather jacket and tall matching boots gave her more of a rock chick vibe than I ever thought I'd see on her.

  It was difficult to rein in my sexual urges around her, regardless of her outfit, but these clothes
made her look like a younger, more liberated version of herself. The lack of makeup gave freshness to her face. If I didn’t know how her, I would have had a hard time believing she was older than me. Lina looked just like some of the girls who worked at the company.

  It would be so easy to persuade myself she was really my girlfriend.

  I had promised to keep it all light and friendly but the sight of this casual, relaxed Lina pulled at some invisible strings in my heart. I crossed the distance between us and pulled her into my embrace, kissing her lips with unrestrained passion. She responded in the same heated way and wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing me close to her soft body. I slid my hands to her butt and squeezed it while we kept kissing. When the lack of oxygen took its toll on us, I pulled away from her, panting and struggling to get some control back.

  “I don’t think we can pretend to be just friends, Thomas.” She laughed in a light, carefree manner while I held her. “Let’s go now because I won’t resist you for too long and I’m starved. I need some good seafood and a good cup of white wine.”

  I sighed and made an exaggerated sad expression.

  “It’s a pity that whatever restaurant we’re going to won’t allow me to drink wine from a cup of my choice.” My fingers brushed against her pussy lips over the denim fabric. Lina blushed a little but the gleam in her eyes showed how intrigued she was.

  “It would be seriously hot but not very family friendly.” She nibbled my neck and whispered, “Maybe some other time we can arrange for a slightly more intimate wine tasting?”

  The mental image of drinking straight from her pussy had the potential to result in another painful hard on so I suggested that we left.

  The famous quote attributed to Mark Twain said: “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.” Whether he said it or not, it was a bit exaggerated in my opinion, but I was better attuned to cold weather than heat. The weather in August was a moody bitch so dressing in layers was the way to go. Clearly, Lina thought the same way.