Fearful Cravings

by Tessa Kealey

  At the knock on her door, she flipped her shirt sleeve down, grabbed some papers and pretended to be working as she looked up expectantly.

  Tom slipped in and whispered, “Mr. Hottie for you.” before raising his voice. “Mr. Walker, can I get you coffee or anything?”

  Reece being here shouldn't have stunned her like it did. After all, he was a client.

  “No, thank you, Tom. Could you see that we're not disturbed? I have some things I'd like to go over with Miss Daniels.”

  Reece never stopped staring at her as he talked. His eyes never left her face. The look of hunger on his face made her shiver with fear. He had the same look, filled with arousal and lust, when he wanted to fuck her. What was he doing here?

  Tom gave her a huge grin then turned back to Reece. “Of course. I'll make sure you're not bothered.”

  When Tom shut the door, Reece reached back for the handle and locked it.

  Her shocked whisper exploded out of her, “I know you don't think...not here. We can't.”

  He stalked over to her, around her desk before she could get up. “Aw, Chloe. You have no idea what I'm doing here yet.”

  She pushed her chair away from him, nervous about how close he was to her.

  She laughed softly, tensely, “I know you. It's devious, evil and will cause me pain.”

  He growled deep in the back of his throat. “I do love to cause you pain. And that's why I'm here. I want to see your ass.”

  She blinked. “You came here to see my ass?”

  He grabbed her by her hair and tilted her face up while he leaned in and brushed a kiss over her lips. He held her gaze. The intimate eye contact always hit her deep. It was like he was really trying to see as deep as possible inside her; gauging her desire, weighing her needs and emotions.

  “I came here to see your ass, and to give you something.”

  She shook her head quickly then winced at the pain in her scalp. “Not here, Reece. I'll lose my job if someone walks in.”

  “You misunderstand, my slut. I don't plan on fucking you here. I wouldn't endanger your job. I want to see the evidence of last night. My handiwork, so to speak.”

  He released her hair and stood back out of reach. “Bend over your desk and pull up your skirt so I can make sure you've followed my instructions, too.”

  Just like that his words caused a surge of desire to shoot through her. From her nipples to her pussy, a twinge powerful enough to bring her to her knees had she been standing. She blew out a shaky breath that came out on the end of a moan.

  He smiled, nodded at her and whispered, “Show me that you've followed directions, my slut. Even when you thought I wouldn't see, you must follow my instructions.”

  She stood on shaky legs, lay across her desk with her face towards the door though she wasn't thinking about being in her office anymore, she was only concerned with that look on his face, that command in his voice that always made her respond to him on a visceral level.

  Her skirt was a bit tight. She had to wiggle her hips to tug it up her thighs and over her ass. A small hiss of pain escaped her as it scraped across her raw ass.

  His groan of arousal made her nipples tighten. He could turn her on without touching her. For long excruciating minutes, he stood quietly. The only sound in her office was the two of them breathing deeply.

  “That is the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.”

  She heard rustling behind her. A sudden dash of cold against her ass had her gasping for air then moaning loudly. He gently massaged her ass cheeks, kneading them to distribute the lotion. Slowly, the pain started to ebb from her raw flesh.

  “Reece, w-what is that?”

  “It's a lotion with some numbing qualities. I plan on using your ass again later. I wanted to make sure you were ready for it.”

  “You brought me lotion for my ass because you knew I was hurting?”

  “Yes, Chloe. I can't have you in too much pain.” His voice was playful but with a touch of concern edging it. “Can't have my slut too broken to play with.”

  She laughed softly but she was also absurdly touched by the gesture.

  She tugged her skirt down and stood when he instructed her to get up. After a lingering kiss in which she thought he would take her right there on top of her desk, he left her office.

  Tom came in and wiggled his eyebrows in an annoying way that he knew she hated. She waved him out of her office and slammed the door shut.

  Later that evening, he pinned her to his desk at his home and showed her what he had wanted to do to her in her own office.

  With her arms and legs spread, he used a paddle on her bright red ass. The cream from earlier removed all but the lightest of pain. She wasn't sure what magic was in that cream but she hoped he had more. Gallons of it, because her ass was on fire right now. She screamed and cried. Her tears flowed freely and soaked his work papers.

  She considered yelling her safe word, screaming it at the top of her lungs, but the soaking wet pussy between her legs knew that the more he spanked her the harder he'd fuck her after. The more pleasurable they both found it when he did this.

  “Why did I just spank you again, slut?”

  She sniffed, her voice was scratchy and as raw from screaming as the flesh of her ass. “Because you can.”

  His moan was gravelly and low, but she could hear the arousal, the ache in his words when he responded. “Because I love to spank you. I love the sound of your cries, the sting of your flesh against my palm and the heat that rises from your skin.”

  His cock was between her legs. Her eager pussy was twinging with need, yet he stopped, the head of his dick nudging gently at her entrance. The tip only widening her lips. She wiggled her hips but he pulled back so less of the head was inside her. Only when she stopped wiggling did he reposition himself. The tease was intense.

  She made mewling sounds that might have embarrassed her if she wasn't so far gone in her lust. When her orgasm was riding her body, she found herself saying and doing things she wouldn't normally in the cold light of day.

  He fed a small amount of the head of his cock into her pussy. A tiny whine escaped her.

  He said, “Do you know another reason why I spank you, my slut?”

  She moaned but didn't answer. He slapped her ass hard. She screamed, flinching. When she raised her hips, his cock slipped between her lips.

  He groaned but pulled his cock back out, “I spank you because it makes you pliable and needy. You'll beg for my cock after I've spanked you in a way that you don't before a spanking. Beg for my cock, slut. Right now, beg me to fuck you.”

  With his cock teasing her entrance, he traced it back and forth between her lips never entering her. It skimmed past her clit causing her to cry out as a surge of arousal slammed through her. He didn't have to coerce her, tease her any further or spank her to get her to beg. She needed his cock inside her. The need was so overwhelming, she thought that she might spin off into the abyss of insanity.

  Her slightly weepy, begging voice squeezed the words together in a frenzy of eagerness, “Please, I need you to fuck me. I want your cock slamming hard into my pussy and taking me. Take my pussy. Take it.”

  He slapped her ass hard. Over her scream, he said, “You can do better than that. That sounded like demands from my slut. I don't give in to demands. Beg me. And do it correctly, or we can go back to the punishment instead.”

  Her heart jumped at the thought. She couldn't handle any more pain. She had developed a threshold for pain that would have surprised her until recently, but she didn't want anymore right now. She needed his cock inside her. It was a physical need not unlike hunger, or thirst, or the need for air to breath. It consumed her.

  “Oh, god. Please, fuck my pussy. I need your cock throbbing deep inside me. I might go crazy if you don't. Please, Reece. Please.”

  “Much better, but still we need to work on that later. For now...”

  He grabbed her hips hard, held her still and shoved himself deep inside
her pussy in one hard jarring thrust.

  The feeling was overwhelming. She trembled as her arousal jumped up twelve notches. The walls of her pussy clenched around him as her stomach muscles shivered. She was so close already. The pain worked on her in ways that she didn't understand. She'd never been a big fan of pain, but this pain with him, sent her on the road to arousal. All it took was his cock entering her and she was ready to cum.

  She was slightly embarrassed to be ready to cum when he had only just pushed his cock inside her but she was afraid that if she didn't ask for permission, there might be some other punishment coming to her. She didn't want to disappoint him.

  “I need to cum, Reece. Can I cum, please?”

  “Already, my slut? You like those punishments, don't you? Maybe I should give you more punishments. Invent some infractions that deserve a spanking.”

  She groaned. The arousal was speeding out of control like a tornado bearing down on her about to sweep her away.

  “Please, Reece!”

  He was fucking her hard and fast. Every time he slammed deep into her pussy, she felt it at the end of her like a battering ram. His balls slapped against her in rhythm with his thrusts, and all the sensations fed into her need to come. If he didn't give her permission soon, she'd get swept away by the force of the twister working inside her.

  “Go ahead, my slut. Cum for me. And thank me while you do it.”

  The relief was greater than her need to orgasm and she quickly whispered, “Thank you. Thank you.” The twister bore down on her and swept her into its core.

  As she was spun in its vortex, she felt her throat go silent. The scratching screams gave way to furious panting. When it was done with her, it tossed her in the air. She fell, battered and bruised to the ground.

  Reece followed only moments later slumping over her tied body.

  He murmured, “I'm so proud of you, such a good slut.”

  Through her haze, pride suffused her like a golden ray of light. She liked when he was pleased with her. It felt like a challenge that she'd overcome.

  He untied her, picked her up in trembling arms and carried her gently towards his bedroom. Chloe didn't consider clinging to him tighter. He wouldn't let her drop. Laying flat on her stomach on the bed, he took the time to use the numbing lotion on her ass.

  While he was massaging it in, she drifted. He whispered soft, lulling things to her that she barely heard. It was the tone of voice that she felt drifting over her and making her feel warm, soft and safe.

  She barely felt him pull the blankets over them both. She was already asleep when he snuggled next to her.

  Chapter 17

  That next Monday, Chloe had a department meeting with all the team leaders to discuss the marketing campaign for Walker and Sons. They reported on their progress. All the departments were finished on time. The campaign could be presented to the company fully completed. It was up to them to go from here. They took the finished product and worked on their own. They would take the commercial and set up their own deals for advertising with the television companies. The print ad was ready for magazines, newspapers and online stores. It was all in the hands of Walker and Sons now.

  She was excited to tell Reece the campaign was ready. A call to his cell went straight to voice mail. She called his office and was told he was out at lunch. She knew that normally he would order in, but the few times that he'd gone to lunch, he'd frequented the restaurant he'd taken her on their first date.

  Instead of calling the restaurant, she decided to go over. It wasn't that far. Chloe grabbed the portfolio she wanted to show him, and raced out the door. Hopefully, she wouldn't miss him. She didn't know how long he'd been at lunch already, but since it was only a little past noon, she figured it was safe to assume he'd only just left.

  In the cab on the way over, she glanced at the pictures. It was exactly what he wanted. She was proud of the work her firm had done. She was emotionally invested in the cause Reece was championing with his father. Partly because of her emotional attachment to Reece but mostly because she loved to help clients who had a vision. She felt like she was part of the process, helping them bring that vision to fruition. He wanted to branch out into different directions, take the company his father had started and make it more. She admired that about him.

  She had to admit that she really liked him. She admired how dedicated he was to the company his father started, remaining true to the values his father created in the company while trying to make his own mark. It didn't hurt that he was handsome. That crooked smile tugged at her insides, and it was amazing that there were so many versions of it. All of them sexy.

  The cab pulled up in front of the restaurant. She paid the driver and gave him a moderate tip. As she was getting out, she smoothed her skirt. She was always aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing panties. It made her feel slightly vulnerable to know there was only a small, slim skirt between her and the world. Bizarre as that sounded, panties made her feel less vulnerable.

  She pushed through the front doors of the restaurant. While she waited for her eyes to adjust after the bright glare outside, she moved to the side of the door so she wasn't blocking the entrance. There was no hostess. The stand was empty so she dipped around the corner to peek into the restaurant.

  What she saw there stopped her dead in her tracks. Reece with the woman from the elevator. They were sitting close together having an intense conversation. Reece leaned in and kissed the woman's cheek. They looked so intimate sitting there together.

  Chloe flashed back to the conversation they'd had in the beginning. At this restaurant on their very first date.

  She had said, “Where is your girlfriend now?”

  He'd replied, “She's not my girlfriend. We play together occasionally. She likes to be controlled, and I give her what she needs.”

  Turning and stumbling blindly towards the front of the restaurant, Chloe pushed past the hostess who was now standing at her post.

  “Miss, everything all right?”

  Chloe didn't answer. She couldn't answer. Nothing was all right. Nothing at all.

  She was numb. Chloe stood in the middle of the sidewalk. She was dizzy and felt sick to her stomach. She waved down a cab. In a blind stupor, she made it back to the office. The ride in the cab along with the elevator ride were a complete blank.

  When Tom stopped her, she barely glanced at him. Chloe handed him the file for Walker and Sons.

  In a wooden monotone, she said, “Please, send this by courier to the Walker and Sons' office.” After closing her door and locking it, she collapsed into her chair. Her mind was whirling. They had never agreed to be exclusive together. She really had no right to be this upset, yet she was. She'd gotten deeper, more emotionally involved with someone than she ever had before.

  Was she in love with him?

  She might be. Or rather she might have been. It was over. She couldn't see him with someone else, and clearly he had been seeing elevator-girl the whole time they'd been together. Chloe had basically been sleeping in his bed every night for weeks, but looking back, she didn't spend every night there. How long would it take him to fulfill elevator-girl's “needs”? A couple of hours, one night a week.

  A light knocking brought her out of her thoughts.

  She rose from her chair on trembling legs. Tom peeked in when she unlocked the door. He was staring at her, searching her face, trying to measure her mental status. She hadn't tried to shield her emotions when she'd walked past him, so he was clearly concerned about her.

  “Honey, what's wrong?”

  Her eyes suddenly filled. Why is it always harder to remain stoic when someone is nice?

  He pulled her in, murmuring into her hair as he hugged and rocked her, “Hush now. It's okay. Everything will be fine.”

  Everything was not fine but having someone to lean against, the warmth and comfort of a good friend was exactly what she needed.

  He closed her door, settled her gently into her office couch
with a glass of water.

  She hadn't planned on spilling everything, but she had no choice, it bubbled out of her mouth before she could stop it. She told him about her slowly dawning realization about her sexually submissive nature. She couldn't believe she was admitting to it out loud to Tom when she wouldn't even admit it to Reece. Tom was her friend and spilling the information to him didn't feel like she was a lamb stripping herself bare in front of a lion.

  If anyone could understand, it would be Tom.

  “So, let me get this straight, Mr. Hottie is a Dom?” He nodded thoughtfully. “Yes. I can see that about him. I'd never have guessed you were submissive, but lots of strong women are submissive in bed with their man. It's like a relief to let go of the control. To let someone else take charge for a change.”