Four Shades of Recovery: Boxed Set

by J. S. Luxor

  “Do you think I should encourage her BDSM training with Michael?” I ask, hoping he thinks that using this form of diversion is a good tactic.

  “That won’t satisfy her, Matt,” he’s observes while rubbing his chin vigorously.

  I inhale sharply and wait while Stone considers the situation further.

  “What do you make of the fact that she broke into your home, assaulted a member of your security team, and destroyed some of your property?” His voice drips with irony.

  “She’s desperate, to be with me,” I finally admit and blow out my breath dramatically.

  “Good answer, Frazier. Have you discussed the problem with Megan?”

  “Somewhat, she’s pissed that I’m encouraging Jillian to turn Michael into a BDSM fan,” I explain.

  “BDSM isn’t a sign of psychological problems. It can simply be a sexual preference. However, Marissa’s past and present behavior point to clinical issues with distress and impairment. In addition, you’re attempting to manipulate Michael into a sexual practice that he shows no inclination to pursue, on his own.”

  “I really fucked it up, didn’t I?”

  “Matt, it’s time to get Marissa in therapy again. What sort of clues did she give you about her reasons for visiting your condo?”

  “She wanted me to be her Dom. She practically begged me to whip and fuck her,” I confess.

  “You didn’t share this information with Megan, did you?” I nod my head and feel ashamed of myself.

  “Matt, you need to make this right with your fiancé,” he advises in his forthright manner.

  “OK, I’ll let Megan know the full story and then pull the plug on my brilliant plan for Michael.”

  “Check in with me later in the week, Matt,” Stone says at the conclusion of our session.

  “For sure, Stone. Thanks,” I say while heading out for home.

  I call Jillian on the drive to my condo. “How did the training go with Marissa?”

  “Hmmm…well, I don’t think she cares if Michael beats her or not. There’s something else going on with her right now. She was just going through the motions when I met with her,” Jillian admits.

  “Stone thinks she’s got a psychological disorder, given her criminal behavior at my place today,” I state with gravity.

  “Yeah, and I think it’s called the Matt Frazier obsession. She kept telling me about what ‘Master’ wanted her to do, how ‘Master’ used the whip and what ‘Master’ wore in the Sex Room…” Jillian continues. “Sounds like you were having fun playing the Dom role again.”

  “Shit. We need to get her into therapy. Can you help convince her to give me up? It’s best that I avoid direct contact with her right now.” I choose to ignore Jillian’s comment about my own role play.

  “Of course, Matt, but she’s already returned to Atlanta with Michael. He’s probably mystified about her requests to get spanked and wear leather.”

  “For all we know, he’ll love it,” I joke.

  “Matt, let’s face it. Michael’s well into middle age and he’s shown no desire to order Marissa around nor spank her. It’s unlikely that he’ll make a conversion at this point in time. He wants an innocent young brunette to suck his dick and fuck. That’s all. Marissa’s never going to be satisfied with Kingsfield. She wants you. Here’s my advice to you. Quit playing matchmaker,” she asserts and then clicks off.

  Well, that told me. Jillian makes a lot of sense, sometimes. Now, it’s time for truth or dare with the love of my life. This won’t be pretty. I take a few breaths before I open the door to my condo.

  Megan calls out to me as I head toward the bedroom and take my tie and jacket off.

  “How was your session with Dr. Stone, baby?” she asks from the kitchen.

  “Sobering. He agrees with your view of her criminal behavior. She’s got another agenda beyond BDSM and she’s causing distress to everyone,” I state in defeat.

  Megan comes to me in the closet and puts her arms around my waist. She hugs me close. I spend a few minutes quietly holding her. I kiss her head and pat her back.

  “Do you want a glass of wine or three?” I ask. She laughs and holds up one finger.

  “Sure do, but one is my limit today. Dinner is almost ready. Mrs. Gomez made a yummy seafood and risotto dish for us tonight,” she claims with enthusiasm. I decide to give Megan the full story after she’s had her meal. There’s no sense in throwing her off a good meal.

  We make our way to the sectional after our meal ends. I pour us both a second glass of wine. Megan will need it and so will I. We’re sitting next to each other as I begin my confession. I put my hand on her thigh.

  “Stone wants me to tell you more about what happened when Marissa visited,” I say with a scowl.

  Megan looks at me with concern and I can see that she’s holding her breath. “You’ve been holding out on me, then?”

  “I didn’t want to upset you. I know that I tried too hard to force this relationship with Marissa and Michael. I think you were right about how I ended up encouraging Marissa and even rewarding her for violent behavior,” I admit and hang my head.

  “What else went down with you and Marissa?” Megan’s quite intuitive, so I need to get it all out.

  “I think she’s obsessed with the notion that I should be her Dom and she’s getting desperate to hook up with me again,” I add with honesty and see that Megan’s biting her lip.

  “Did you touch her, in any way, in that room?” Megan sounds like a prosecuting attorney.

  “I never laid a hand on Marissa nor did I touch her with the whip,” I swear as I turn and look her fully in the face. She appears to believe me.

  Megan looks so gorgeous when she’s in a state of alarm. Her blue eyes look like saucers, her cheeks are flushed and her dark hair is wild. I want to throw her down on the couch and get buried in her as we speak.

  She lets out a breath in relief. “But she begged for it, didn’t she?”

  “She stripped down to her panties and I put on some music along with my old Dom clothes. I cracked the whip near her head and I got turned on by it,” I sob with tears in my eyes. I hope Megan doesn’t run from the room screaming. I couldn’t survive, if she left me again.

  “You wanted to play the Dom role again?” she asks with horror.

  “I was thinking of you, Megan, not her. I had no desire to fuck her,” I confess and hold my head in my hands. “I love you so much, that it hurts!”

  “I have no doubt that you love me, Matt. But, dammit, you still have that need then. I thought you lost all desire to beat up young light-eyed brunettes when I walked out on you, last year?”

  “There’s a small part of me that wants to spank you, that delights in seeing you take a little pain for me, during sex,” I might as well share my impulses with Megan. It’s not as though she’s hearing these BDSM revelations for the first time.

  “I’m not sure how I feel about getting spanked, but it won’t be with a whip or a belt,” she asserts. I let out a breath in relief since Megan’s not running out of the room. She’s actually trying to understand me and negotiate the issue. Megan really has changed and she loves me.

  “I want you so much, Megan. If you don’t want anything to do with my urges, I’m fine with our typical vanilla lifestyle. It’s all up to you, baby.”

  “Let’s go into the Sex Room, right now,” she suggests. I am totally floored at her suggestion. She’s already unbuttoning her dress as we stand and make our way there. I haven’t been this turned on since we got engaged at the Empress. Megan really does want to be there for me. She truly loves me.

  Megan enters the Room before me and struts over to the bed. I grab her and kiss her hard. Then she says something that further shocks me.

  “I want you to spank me, with my clothes on, for leaving you last year,” she requests with a serious look on her face. Does Megan really feel that guilty about the emotional hell that she put me through in the past?

  “You want it, you go
t it baby,” I assure her and then let my hands wander over her firm ass with abandon. She’s so compact and fit. I massage the taut muscles of her rear and then sit down on the bed. I pull her over my knee and swat her ass three consecutive times, hard. I count out each swat. She grunts with either discomfort or pain. I can’t tell.

  “Don’t forget to use your safe words if I hurt you,” I remind her. She nods her agreement. Then I squeeze her buttocks gently before I slap her hard again, three times. She tenses her muscles and smiles at me.

  “You’re really getting me excited, Matt,” she oozes. That’s all I need to hear. I become firm within seconds of her declaration. We’re going to be just fine now that I’ve admitted my need and Megan accommodates it, even enjoys it.

  I then pull her upright and kiss her neck and shoulders with a fiery passion. My fingers explore the outline of her breasts and she lets out a moan of pleasure that really hardens me. We stand and massage each other’s bodies for several moments. It’s the most soothing feeling I’ve experienced in so long. I’m with Megan, my fiancé, and we’re about to use the Spanking Room for the first time in ages.

  Her hands now work my shirt off and move toward my zipper. Once she’s opened it, I’m hers. She inserts her hand into my pants and squeezes my member with skill. Before long, I lift Megan in my arms and lower both of our bodies onto the silk cover of the bed. She shoves my suit pants off in a hurry while I move to take her dress off. I slowly pull it up and over her head and look at her body as it emerges from the clothing. I stare at her lovely curves and lick my lips. She looks me over with desire. Megan’s sexy smile lets me know that she’s ready for my next move.

  I’m dressed only in my undershirt and boxers. She tugs off my shirt and admires my muscles and then lets her fingers dance through my chest hair. Her designer underwear makes her boobs and ass look incredible. I pull back the bed covers and throw them to the end of the bed. I lower myself such that I’m situated between Megan’s legs. She sighs with need. Is Megan really lusting after me with desire since I spanked her? We’re certainly going to repeat this exercise.

  We kiss and touch and explore each other’s bodies before I remove her bra and then stare at her gorgeous tits. They’re so nice and full. My mouth waters before it finds its way to each breast in turn. I suckle her nipples and pull them deeply into my mouth while she gently moans with need. I love the taste of her. Then I pull back and start twiddling her areolas with my thumb and index fingers. She loves the contact and I’m getting harder than a granite counter top as I watch her desire ratchet up.

  While I’m enjoying stimulating Megan and myself by playing with her breasts, Megan’s hands touch my back and shoulders like a soothing balm. She chants my name with meaning and thrusts her hips up toward me. She wants me inside her. I’m going to make her wait for it. I wrap each of her long legs around my waist. This contact is exactly what I desire at the moment although my boxers still cover my bad boy.

  “Let’s get really connected, baby,” I urge. My suggestion appears to ignite Megan. She then shoves my underwear off enthusiastically with the toes of her feet. I spring free from confinement and show her how much our foreplay meant to me. She looks at my toy with lust. Since she’s still wearing underpants, and I merely rip them off and toss them to the side of our bed. My hardened tool is more than ready for serious action between us.

  “Oh, Matt, you feel so incredibly hard,” she huffs with appreciation as she positions me in the right location with her fingers. She’s certainly wet and eager to start our merger. I work myself into her wonderful box gently. Then I look into her eyes. She’s thrilled and excited as I push my toy even further into her folds. I’ve managed to fill her completely and she’s looks totally thrilled.

  “Does that feel good, Megan? Do you like to feel all of me inside you?”

  “Oh yes, Matt. You’re perfect, your cock feels incredible just now,” she drools as I steady both of us. Megan then bites the lobe of my ear gently. That’s all I need to start our rock and roll dance. I’m more than happy with the feel of her tight and firm walls around my stick.

  We begin our lovemaking gruffly as I pump into her. She’s thrusting up and down beneath me. Megan closes her eyes and opens her mouth as she clenches me tightly within her luscious canal. She lifts her hips to meet each of my lusty thrusts. When she sighs with pleasure, I ratchet up the pace of our connection a bit. She lifts her head off the pillow and throws it back with passion as we bring our connection to the next level. I’ve never been so eager to make my fiancé come before and that’s because we’re in the Room and she’s just been spanked. She’s more responsive to me than ever.

  I want her to beg me for more speed. She complies without being asked. “Matt, please go faster and harder,” she urges me. Then, she digs her fingernails into the soft flesh of my back. I love the contact and it spirals me to the next level of intensity. I thrust with renewed energy into her willing body. I love this woman so damn much. Soon Megan’s tensing beneath me and ready to explode. I give her one last taste of my engorged toy as she screams my name in delight. “Oh, Matt, yes…,” she utters with passion. Finally, an orgasm of major proportions consumes her. Her eyes roll back in her head and she seems nearly transfixed as she unwinds.

  I grunt with relief as her release triggers my own phenomenal trip to another level of giddy consciousness. I release my fluid into her wonderful body and collapse with satisfaction onto her chest. I kiss her neck repeatedly while I recover from my performance. Then I roll to her side and pat her ass. I’m absolutely delighted with her reaction to the spanking and our vigorous coupling. Megan turns and looks at me with absolute joy and love on her face. I’m a very fortunate man.

  “Amazing job, Matt. We’ll have to try that little touch of kink again and soon,” she pronounces as she strokes my face with satisfaction. “Next time, you can take my clothes off before you swat me!”

  “There’s a bit of masochism in you after all, baby,” I murmur with deep appreciation. I kiss her sweet face with untold joy.

  “Maybe just a tad. That was the best sex of my life, Matt. I’ve never been so over the moon with our hookup.”

  “Our merging reached a whole new level just now. Perhaps we should thank Marissa for that little twist.”

  “I wouldn’t go that far, Matt. Let’s just say I decided to taste some of the forbidden fruit and really liked the flavor. You were a total tiger today. You showed even more stamina than usual baby and I loved every second of it. Wow.”

  “I’m beyond thrilled with your response to the spanking Megan. You’re like a tigress today. Can we try it again soon?”

  “Absolutely, Matt. I’m in seventh heaven with our newest game. I may be sore for a few days after your latest performance though.”

  “At least that sounds like it’ll be a very good soreness.”

  “Undoubtedly, Matt. I’ll treasure it.”

  Chapter Five – The Eagle

  MICHAEL’S POV

  Marissa’s been restless since we returned from Portland. She’s asking for rough sex and spankings a lot lately and I don’t care for it. Well, maybe just a bit. Tonight she wants me to take her to an old gay bar named The Atlanta Eagle. It’s located in a rough part of the city called Midtown.

  She asks me to wear leather pants but I don’t even own a pair. If nothing else, Marissa’s kinky. She’s a lovely looking young woman but I can’t see making her my wife. She’s just not the right fit for my social circle. There’s something a bit off about her behavior these days. It’s almost as if she’s on a mission.

  “What’s the attraction to the Eagle?” I ask with a bit of irritation in my voice.

  “I hear that they have a great dance floor, yummy jello shots, some funky shopping downstairs and everyone is welcome…gay, straight, black, white, leather….,” she announces but trails off with a half-hearted grin.

  “Why don’t we just go to my home, watch an interesting film, drink some wine and get down for th
e weekend?” I suggest and pinch her cute little ass.

  “That’s what forty-year olds do, Michael,” she replies with sass. “I want to see some eye candy.”

  “Well, Marissa, I’m 48 years old and you seem to like my eye candy just fine,” I reply with a sexy grin. I happen to know that I’m in great shape for being middle aged. Many women throw themselves at me but Marissa’s been playing hard to get lately. She doesn’t seem impressed with me like she used to be.

  “But I’m only 24 years old and I want to dance and have a good time not sit around watching some old rom-com on Netflix,” she complains with a bored look on her face.

  And, that’s how we ended up driving my top of the line Mercedes into a dodgy neighborhood in the old fourth ward of Atlanta. It was my first visit to a gay bar and the whole scene. The people seemed quite diverse and friendly. To my delight, drinks were well-priced and the music was provided by DJs playing Lady Gaga, Katy Perry and Britney Spears remixes. The green lights on the dance floor really got me moving. Marissa seemed to enjoy gyrating to Gaga’s “Born this Way,” and Perry’s “Eye of the Tiger”. I just let myself go with the beat once I had a few jello shots in me.