[Unorthodox 01.0] Unorthodox Therapy

by Lilah E. Noir

  When I locked the door behind her, my left hand locked around her neck and pinned her to the wall. She probably hadn't expected such an assault at the very beginning. Tears ran down her cheeks, smearing her mascara in a sexy way, which usually turned me on. I used my free hand to rip her blouse open. Hopefully, it was expensive. It probably was. Lina Riley chose nothing but the best even when she was slumming. The buttons scattered on the floor with a sinister sound. I was devouring her with my eyes, taking in every emotion, reveling in her pain.

  She cried out as I ripped the blouse in two and shredded it to pieces in a few smooth moves.

  “Thomas, please, I haven’t come here for that. I want to talk to you.”

  “No talking.” Lina shuddered at the harsh tone of my voice. She made a whimpering sound as I grabbed her by the throat. My nails were leaving red marks on the delicate skin of her neck. The tighter I closed my hand, the more her eyes widened with horror. Now you know I mean business. “You had your chance to talk. It's too late now. You'll get an additional swat with the cane for every word, understand? Say 'Yes, Sir'. Those are the last two words you have the right to say for the rest of the night.”

  My grasp around her throat tightened and I pressed my forehead to hers. She screamed as I dug my nails into the back of her neck, and stuttered louder.

  “Y-yes, Sir.”

  “That's a good little whore.” The emotional pain in her swimming eyes was a thing of beauty, but it was nothing compared to what she did to me with her mixed signals and constant withdrawal. I wasn't going to let her mess with me and throw me aside like a cum filled condom. “Hands behind your back.”

  Lina was still sobbing, unable to hold her feelings back. Perhaps I should have shown her my truly cruel side a lot earlier. She obeyed my command and placed her wrists together at the small of her back. I used the ripped silk as a makeshift restraint. After securing her hands, I tore off her fancy bra, taking my time to enjoy turning it into a rag. She screamed out in agony when I pulled her nipples as hard as possible. I slapped one of her big breasts, licking my lips at the sight of the red bruise forming on her milky white flesh. My nails sank deep in her soft breasts. Each scream sent another strong pulsation through me.

  “I'll turn you into a canvas of pain, my little fucktoy.” I wrapped my hand around a lock of her luscious hair and dragged her across the floor. She tripped on her high heels, struggling to keep up with me. She started howling when she saw I was taking her to the dungeon. Lina was clearly losing her mind in fear and immediately broke my first rule.

  “Please, don't. You’re scaring me. Can't we just–”

  I smacked her ass and tilted her head back with a rough tug of her hair.

  “Don't worry. I won't kill you, but you must learn your place.”

  I started to worry I was taking her punishment too far, but my brain was too fogged by anger and suppressed insecurity to comprehend it. Lina's sobbing subsided as if she had accepted her fate. Or did she think I'd take mercy on her and reward her for good behavior? Very wrong assumption, honey.

  I unlocked the door, kicked it open and pushed Lina down on her knees.

  “Crawl down those stairs until you get to the basement floor.” She stared at me as if I'd lost my mind and it prompted another harsh smack on her tush. “Now, slave.”

  The debasing sight of Lina crawling like an animal filled me with ecstasy. Every cheating bitch deserved this, right? At times, I picked up her level of distress as easily as when I played with the remote control of the vibrating egg in her pussy. I just needed to shout at her, “Crawl faster, you pathetic, useless whore!” and she tried harder, nearly falling straight on her face and tits. Those shapely knees would be covered in dark purple bruises by tomorrow.

  After ages of slow torture, Lina got to my dungeon and dropped down on her knees. I could hear her sobbing quietly. For a moment, a pang of sympathy tried to creep up and drown my anger. The insignificant emotion died away as I remembered her harsh voice from this morning, the cruelty with which she dismissed me. Can you blame her? You'll never be good enough for her. You’re lucky she chose to even slum with you.

  The acid fury was like a mental explosion, which killed my ability to control myself. The blindness and the depth of the abyss sucked me in while I walked down the stairs after my helpless victim. Some other creature had possessed my mind and heart. I was walking on the embers of my own wrath.

  “Get up and kick those slutty shoes off.” Lina was about to break but she succeeded in scrambling to her feet. Her knees were shaking and tears wet her face and bare breasts. I walked behind her and pulled a small, shiny object out of the back pocket of my jeans. My boss screamed at the quick metallic sound and stilled as soon as the unexpected cold touch of a knife pressed against the flesh of her back.

  “What are you going to do?” she cried out in total panic. Her voice was filled with pain and utter horror. “Thomas, please, no. Don't hurt me. Whatever I've done… I said no to knives. Please...”

  I didn't respond and let the blade slide further down her skirt. Lina was trembling and begging me to stop. She'd get a real good caning later for breaking the rules. I cut through the fabric of her skirt, ripping it apart without any effort. The useless piece of clothing dropped to the floor and revealed her creamy thighs. They’d soon be covered in welts and bruises. At this point, Lina was too broken to fight back or even beg for mercy. Or did she want to appease me?

  I cut away the rest of her clothes, as well as her beloved lingerie, completely ruining the beautiful ornaments on the stockings' lace tops. She was naked and deprived of any way to use her charm on me. The knife I used to destroy her clothes didn't make a further impact on Lina's skin apart from the cold sensation on her exposed flesh. The psychological effect was spot on, as she was reduced to a sobbing mess each time the blade kissed her skin.

  Finally, I put the knife away and bit her shoulder, which made her scream again.

  “How long...? Please, I really...”

  My ears were deaf to the poison of her words. At this point, Lina would say anything to escape her predicament. I walked to the line of bottles arranged on a shelf by the wall and picked up the largest. When I returned to my shaking slave and showed her my choice, Lina looked as if she was about to faint.

  “I want you to sit on that.” I placed it on the ground in front of her.

  She stared at me in horror and shifted away from me.

  “Thomas, what the hell? You seriously want to mutilate me?”

  I laughed and squeezed one of her breasts until her scream filled my ears with its music again.

  “Thomas isn't here, bitch. I'm Sir to you. You won’t question my orders. You've taken a lot more in your filthy pussy. I fitted my whole fist inside you and this bottle has no sharp edges. So just do as you're fucking told and sit on top of it. Bend your knees. I want your dirty cunt nicely stretched and wide open.”

  Her look of distress was so precious I had to undo my jeans. The power play had never had such high stakes and my body was on fire. Lina lowered herself and got down on her knees. The bottle brushed against the slippery entrance of her pussy lips and sank deep inside her. I couldn't miss how wet she was as the throat slid deeper into her tight hole.

  “Now, that's better. Tell me, slave, did it feel good to kiss a stranger?” My voice was casual as I left her there, impaled and scared. “Perhaps you really enjoy being a whore. Wasn't it your fantasy to be fucked and used by more than one man?”

  “No, Thomas. I–”

  “Don't say another fucking word! These are all rhetorical questions, slave.” Wow, where had this loud yell come from? My palms were strangely sweaty as I picked a smooth rattan cane and a flogger out of my wardrobe. It was as if I was in a state of fever, a darkly erotic state no willpower could wake me up from.

  I walked back to Lina in a deliberately slow fashion to increase her anxiety. Her soft, quiet sobs sounded eerie in the inky black darkness of the dungeon. The only light came
from a few candles here and there.

  “What did he give you that I couldn't?” My sudden, pathetic insecurity made me choke and only boosted the anger boiling inside me. When Lina opened her mouth, I cast her a dark glare and pushed the edge of the cane inside her dry asshole.

  “No, please, no! Let me go. You don't–” The thick piece of wood pushed deeper into her until I saw some blood trickling down it. It wasn't enough to stop my madness. She threw her head back and cried out loudly, begging me to stop abusing her.

  The flogger hissed through the air and marked her breasts with more scarlet bruises. For the purpose of Lina's punishment, I chose a much rougher flogger, with spikes at the end of each tendril. Her sobs echoed through the dungeon while I marked her torso with a rain of harsh swats all over her sensitive skin. Welts were forming and Lina squirmed in horror and agony as I picked up the pace of my whacks. The intense hurt torturing me for who knew how long was growing with each blow.

  “Why did you have to ruin it all? What didn't I do for you? What did that asshole give you?” Sorrow oozed from my voice as I kept flogging her breasts and the bottle throat fucked her unfaithful cunt. The need to make her suffer made my fever worse. It was as if I was dying on the inside with every scream. “You can let me fuck you and degrade you in private but I'm not good enough for you, right? Fucking cumslut.”

  Her voice was filled with agony but also with determination as she screamed out,

  “Infinity! Infinity! Stop it now, you fucking psychopath. Infinity!”

  The simple word shattered the walls of my madness like a heavy stone breaking a frail glass. The red fog lifted before my eyes and the meaning of her scream for help sank into my intoxicated brain. The sordidness of my act, of my seedy rage, shocked me beyond anything I’d ever experienced.

  Lina, my mentor and benefactor, the woman of my dreams, was crying and bleeding. Her distress was so painful to watch I wanted to rip out the insides of the person who did it to her. Me. How could I do that? A cold sweat had been running down my body the entire time but I hadn't noticed due to my manic frenzy. My hands were shaking in rough tremors as I came down.

  The moment I untied Lina's wrists and helped her get up, she yelled with hatred.

  “Keep your hands off me. Don't ever touch me again!”

  Lina crawled away from me like a beaten animal running away from her abusive master. Abuse... That was what I’d done to her. The guilt was like a fist beating me black and blue. The events from the evening rolled like a film and made my actions even more despicable. The anger, the horrible monster I’d been feeding for months… and I let its reins slip through my fingers.

  There was no excuse.

  Allie had always told not to even think of dominating someone when I was affected. Why didn't I listen better?

  Lina was hugging herself and staring at me with open disgust. Her accusing eyes made the knife in my wound sink even deeper. I crouched next to her and tried to bring her closer to me but she shoved me away.

  “N-never again, you hear me? Why did you do this? What the hell is wrong with you?”

  “Lina, I...”

  “I'd come to say I was sorry, you fucking dick.” Her voice was drowning with tears but the power of its wrath whipped me. “I wanted to beg you to forgive me, to tell you you were right about everything, that I was jealous and irrational, but no, you had to show me what a man you were. I... I wanted to start over. Why didn't you listen?”

  What could I possibly say? Tell her I wasn't the man I thought I was? How I failed both myself and her by spilling my collected poison?

  “I... I hurt you.” She flinched as I tried to stroke her face and glared at me. “Lina, I'm so sorry. I never should have punished you when I was so mad. Please...”

  “I want to leave.” Lina dug her nails into her shoulder and moved as far from me as she could. “It’s over, Thomas. Let me go now and I won't press charges.”

  “Of course I'll let you go, but please, listen.”

  “No,” she hissed with hatred and shook her head. “Did you even listen to me when I was begging? Let's... let's just get this over with.”

  “Let me at least drive you back to your place. You're too upset to make it back on your own.”

  “I'd rather walk naked back to Mission Bay than spend another minute with you. Do you fucking hear me?” When I tried to reach for her shoulder, she slapped me hard and her long nails left red marks on my cheek.

  “I know you're upset but at least allow me to make sure you get home. I'll give you one of my coats and we'll call you a cab. Please...” My despair was in stark contrast to the sinister sadism from only minutes ago.

  Lina tried to stop her body’s convulsions and tears. The repulsion in her gaze was killing me, but the least I could do was give her a dignified way to leave.

  “I'll take the coat,” she uttered. “But no one will see me like this. I'll take my car and not come back to this nuthouse ever again.”

  She was adamant, and I’d already screwed up too much to try and force my decisions on her. All I could hope was that she wouldn't end up hurting herself. While we walked out of the dungeon, she refused to let me help her and just leaned against the wall.

  “Just text me when you get home, please. You have every right to be mad at me, but I really want to make sure you're safe.”

  Lina didn't say a word in response. She just stared ahead with a catatonic gaze. I wasn't sure she even comprehended my words. The sight of her in this state added to my guilt. I'd accept it if she never spoke to me again. I deserved it, as badly as it would hurt, but it would haunt me until the end of my days if I'd broken her spirit.

  She accepted my coat and walked away into the night to her car without another word, without a goodbye or even a sign we'd continue the conversation later. The moment I heard the roar of her engine, my defenses fell apart and I buried head in my palms.

  Lina wouldn't forgive me. I wasn't sure I could forgive myself. The man I'd turned into while torturing her... was that my real, suppressed identity? The thought of being such an insensitive, selfish creature who’d unleash his wrath so easily chilled me to the bone.

  For the first time in so many years, my dominant urges seemed monstrous.

  I went through all seven stages of grief after the nightmare with Thomas, but the predominant phase was that of denial. How could it have happened to me? I suspected he was not happy with our relationship but I never thought my kind, sweet Thomas could be capable of such brutal abuse.

  Shortly after going back to my apartment, I collapsed on the bed and burst into tears without stopping. The feelings I'd been harboring for him in secret wouldn’t die even after all the pain. His verbal degradation was even worse than the physical pain. All the ugly words he’d said brought me back to a faintly familiar experience. He knew my history and yet he still unleashed his contempt on me.

  I really wished I'd never set foot in his house. Thomas gave me a lot. He taught me how to experience pain and pleasure, how to release my secret self and be free of shame. In exchange, he took everything away from me with a single act of violence.

  Perhaps it was for the best that I learned what he was really like before we took the next step and committed. His anger issues ran deep and the polite, nice personality was just an upper layer hiding a lot of ugliness beneath its surface. The memory of the burning fury in Thomas's eyes and his lack of care was burnt too deep. I doubted I would ever recover from the shock. The worst thing was some primal part of me enjoyed the pain and humiliation, but even my most shameful fantasies didn't include being scared to death.

  To his credit, Thomas did respect my safeword and was crestfallen after my emotional meltdown. He reverted to a little boy woken up from a nightmare. Did he really suffer from schizophrenia? Because the person who met me at the door was not the man I’d grown to know and be infatuated with. If that was his true personality, he'd been masterful in deceiving everyone.

  Either way, there was no excuse
for his actions. As regretful as he appeared, the trust and bond we'd been forming were tainted now.

  What was I supposed to do about our professional situation? I told him I wouldn't press charges and intended to keep my word. Thomas had hurt me on a physical and emotional level but I didn't want to ruin his life or expose my intimate secrets. That was not the kind of publicity I wanted for ChaosTech Solutions. It would be best to solve it all peacefully but right then, the thought of being in the same room as him was too painful. Also, he was really great at his job. If I let him go quietly it would raise too many questions and rumors.

  That was another reason why I should have rejected him from the start. It was too late to ask myself ‘what if?’. The damage was done, and it was up to me to limit it.

  I spent a long night crying, agonizing and trembling at the thought of going back to work. The best course of action was not to make any major decisions while I was under duress. The solution would come to me. At some point, I'd have to talk to Thomas, as much as the idea scared me. Maybe he would have the decency to resign quietly, using the excuse he had received a much better job offer.

  In the morning, my body craved rest but it wasn’t the right time to slow down. There was nothing to be gained by hiding in the cave of convenience or calling in sick, even if all I wanted was to lie down, feel sorry for myself and drink myself into oblivion. In the end, I took a long bath, put on one of my best suits and applied perfect makeup to cover the black circles under my eyes. Then I went to work as if nothing had happened. The show had to go on.

  No one would notice the tremors in my hands while I was drinking coffee or signing a document. At least, I hoped so.

  It was easy to avoid Thomas for the next few days. There was always enough work to fill my time. None of the projects his department was working on demanded a face-to-face. Katie told me he had come to ask for a meeting a few times but my assistant had not let him get close to the door. She didn’t know anything. I’d merely told her I was busy with a new project and didn’t want to be bothered.