Break Me Down

by Jennifer Domenico

  I take her towel from the hook and hold it out for her. “You should cover up.”

  “Do you want me to?”

  I nod and pull my eyes off of her.

  “Okay,” she says, stepping out of the pool. I catch myself sighing when her body is revealed. She’s perfect. Fucking perfect. She walks toward me and takes the towel, stepping closer to me. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  She uses the towel for her hair instead of covering her nudity. It’s taking every ounce of strength I have right now not to attack her. And she knows it. Finally, she wraps the towel around her body.

  “Did you touch yourself today?” I ask. Please say yes.

  “No. I was good.” She takes a step even closer, our bodies just inches apart. “Even though it was really hard.”

  “Yes, it is hard.”

  She smiles knowingly. “Is it?”

  I swallow, regaining my composure. I step back, reminding myself she’s a client, not an option. “Dinner will be in your room at six. I’ll be joining you.”

  “Sounds good,” she says, her voice a quiet hum.

  “Stop it.”

  “Stop what?”

  “You know what.”

  She shakes her head slowly. “I don’t.”

  “You’re trying to turn me on.”

  She steps closer, tilting her face up to mine.

  “Is it working, Dr. Scott?”

  I step back from her. “I’m not going to fuck you. Do you understand? It doesn’t matter what you do. It won’t happen.”

  “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”

  “You think you’re the only beautiful client I’ve ever had? You think I’ve never avoided temptation before?”

  She smiles, running her fingers through her wet strands. “I’ll see you at six, Doctor.”

  “Make sure you’re dressed.”

  “I will be.”

  As she disappears down the staircase, I immediately pull my cock out of my shorts and fist it until I explode. This is going to be way harder than I thought.

  I SMILE AS I SHOWER, knowing I’m getting to him. He opened the door to me when he taunted me about being attracted to him. It seems with his experience he should know better.

  Back in my room, I lay on the bed. I can’t avoid it anymore. He won’t know. He already asked me. I pull the vibrator out of the drawer and turn it on, watching it whir for a moment. Quickly, I shove it between my legs and close my eyes as the feeling takes over. I rub against it, writhing across the bed and moaning into the pillow. It’s only going to take a couple of minutes this time. I think of him and the way he looked at me in the pool. I know he wants me. I throw my head back and bite the pillow as my orgasm ripples through me. I throw it back in the drawer and smile. I needed that.

  I stand and get dressed, choosing a little dress I like to wear. A half an hour later, there’s a knock at my door and Dr. Scott enters. He looks tense, but amazing in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

  “Miss London.”

  “Dr. Scott.”

  He walks in the room and takes a brief look around, then he turns back to me. “You got yourself off, didn’t you?”

  What the? How the fuck did he know that? “I, uh.” I’m so caught off guard, I decide to just tell the truth. “How did you know?”

  “You’re relaxed, your cheeks are flushed, and it smells like sex in here.”

  “Smells like sex?”

  He grabs my hand and lifts it to his nose, startling me. “You fingered yourself?”

  I pull my hand away. “No.”

  “What did you do?” He walks past me and goes straight to the nightstand. I sigh as he opens it revealing my toy. “A vibrator?”

  I nod. “I’m sorry. I was good all day, but I couldn’t help myself.”

  “You broke a rule.”

  “I know.”

  “Now I have to punish you.”

  “Punish me?”

  “Yes.”

  “What are you gonna do?”

  “You’ll find out after dinner.”

  “Are you gonna to kick me out?”

  “No. You need me.”

  “I do.” Inside of me.

  “Sit down and wait for dinner.”

  His bossiness is totally sexy. I walk to the table and sit obediently. A few minutes later, Lina comes in and sets up dinner before saying goodnight to both of us.

  I look at my meal, but I’m not hungry for food. I want to get fucked.

  “Is it too much to bear?” he asks, as he cuts into his chicken. “I’m sitting so close and you want it so bad, but you can’t have it.”

  “I don’t understand why you tease me. How is this helping?”

  “Because I won’t give in. You’re going to learn how to deal with it in a healthy way.”

  “Masturbating is healthy.”

  “Not while fantasizing about something forbidden to you.”

  I smile and sip my water. “Fair enough.” I watch him eat for a few minutes. “Why aren’t you married or in a relationship?”

  “That’s none of your business.”

  “Only you get to ask the questions?”

  “That’s right.”

  “I want to know what my punishment is.”

  “In due time.”

  I cut my chicken angrily. He’s frustrating.

  “Don’t be angry with me, Miss London. I know what I’m doing.”

  “Fucking with me.”

  “No.” He smiles. “I’m saving you.”

  “How?”

  He puts his fork down and folds his hands. “What would happen if I just pulled up your dress right now and ate you out?”

  I grin. “I would be really, really happy.”

  “And then?”

  “Then I would ride that cock of yours.”

  He grins. “I meant after the sex. Then what?”

  “More sex?”

  “What would happen to our relationship? Do you think we could honestly work through anything if I kept fucking you ever night?”

  “See, I can’t really think past the part where you’re talking about fucking me.” I pull up my skirt and open my legs. “It’s right here. You can lick it if you want.”

  He purses his lips. “Come here.” He takes my wrist and drags me to the couch, sitting down. “Bend over.”

  “Huh?”

  “You heard me. Bend over.”

  I climb onto his lap and bend over as requested. He pulls my skirt up and rubs my bare skin for several minutes. I breathe hard waiting for his next move.

  “What do you want me to do to you right now?”

  “Anything you want.”

  “Anything?”

  “I need something.”

  “Where? he asks, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

  “In my pussy.”

  He sighs, rubbing his hand over my ass. “I’m not going to fuck you.”

  “Then finger me. Or tongue me. Please.”

  He spreads my ass cheeks, and I can feel his breath on my skin. Oh please, taste me. Do something.

  His fingers slide inside of me, and I gasp pushing against them. I claw my breasts as warmth spreads through my body. I will get him to fuck me. I will.

  “Miss London?”

  I open my eyes, realizing I’m still sitting at the table with him.

  “What happened?” I ask.

  “I don’t know. I think you were daydreaming.”

  “Ah.” I chuckle. “My imagination runs away from me sometimes.”

  “Understandable.”

  “What were we talking about?”

  “You asked me what your punishment would be.”

  “Right.” So, he didn’t offer to eat me out. Dammit.

  “Is it too much for you to be alone with me?”

  “No. I can handle it.”

  “Good, because you’re going to be alone with me every day for the next month.”

  “I know.” I fork a green be
an and put it in my mouth. “I’d really like to know what my punishment will be.”

  He takes a sip of his water. “What do you think is appropriate?”

  “You could spank me.”

  He laughs. “Seriously? Do you think I’m going to take you over my knee?”

  “No, but it would be awesome if you did. You could make it hurt.”

  “I will never make you hurt.”

  “What if I want you to?”

  “I’m not going to spank you.”

  “Fine.”

  “My punishments tend to be more creative than a simple red bottom. They’re meant to teach a lesson.”

  My eyes light up. “Do tell.”

  “You wanted to orgasm today? You needed the release?”

  I nod. “Yes, sir.”

  “Well, I hope you can handle it for the rest of the night.”

  “I’m sorry?”

  “You’re going to orgasm all night long.”

  “Uh. How?”

  He smiles. “You’ll be assisted and I’ll decide when you’ve had enough.”

  “So my punishment is that I get to come all night until you say I can stop?”

  “Correct.”

  I grin. “That doesn’t sound like much of a hardship.”

  He narrows his eyes at me. “Trust me. You’ll be begging me to make it stop.”

  “I doubt it. You have no idea how insatiable I am.”

  “You’re wrong. I know exactly what I’m dealing with.”

  “Are you going to watch me?”

  “I am not.”

  I sit back in my seat. “I don’t get it, but I guess I‘ll find out.”

  “You will. Are you ready?”

  “I am.”

  I watch him walk across the room and unlock a door. He steps inside and returns a moment later with a black bag.

  “Go lay down on the bed, facing up. Hike your dress up just to your underwear.”

  I pull my head back slightly. “I’m not wearing any.”

  He sighs. “Then put some on.”

  “Why?”

  “Do as I ask. Now.”

  I stand and walk to my drawer, selecting a pair of panties and putting them on. Then I walk slowly to the bed, unsure of what’s about to go down.

  “Lie down,” he orders. “And place your hands above your head.”

  I swallow hard. This might be better than a good spanking. I hike my dress and do as I’m told, breathing hard in anticipation. He approaches me and cuffs my wrists together then hooks them to the wrought iron headboard.

  “Open your legs.”

  What is he doing to me? I hear nothing except some quiet muffling, so I look down at what’s he doing. A black box is sitting between my legs with a dildo and a vibrator attached to it. I’m still struggling to see how this is punishment.

  I watch his face as he sets it up. All business, like a gynecologist. He pushes the device closer, then pulling my undies to the side, slides it forward until the dildo is inserted.

  “Wouldn’t it be easier if I took these off?” I ask.

  I gasp as he pushes the vibrator down until it makes contact with my clit, ignoring my question. He pulls the sheet up to cover my lower body.

  “See this?” I look at his hand. “It’s a remote control. I will increase or decrease pressure based on how well I think you’re handling your punishment.”

  “Where will you be while this is happening to me?”

  “On the couch. Now we’ll discuss rules.”

  “Okay.”

  “This is not for pleasure, Miss London. Initially, it will seem like it, but as the hours pass—”

  “Wait, hours?”

  “Hours. You’ll become tired, exhausted, raw. You’ll wonder why you ever found pleasure in this and you’ll ask me for mercy. If I think you’re ready, I’ll end the torture. You’ll be sore for days, and I assure you that you won’t touch yourself again.” He steps closer to me. “You will not scream, you will not moan, you will not call my name. The next word uttered from your mouth will be mercy.”

  “What happens if I break those rules?”

  “You’ll find out. Any other questions?”

  “Just one.”

  “Yes?”

  “Doesn’t it turn you on to see me like this?”

  He doesn’t even flinch. “I told you that my methods were unorthodox, but they work.”

  “You didn’t answer me.”

  “I’m the only one that asks the questions, remember?”

  “Yes.” I test the binds that hold my wrist. I’m not going anywhere. “Well, it turns me on, Dr. Scott. It turns me on knowing you’re sitting so close by while virtually fucking me with your toy.”

  He stands over me, his eyes hooded, but otherwise expressionless. I wonder what he’s thinking. “I am not virtually fucking you, Miss London.”

  “That’s what’s happening in my head. That gorgeous cock of yours is sliding in and out of me and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

  “Let’s remember the rules,” he says, calmly. “Stop talking now. Understand?”

  “Why do I have to be quiet?”

  “Shh,” he says, silencing me. “We’re done now.”

  I strain my neck to watch him take his seat on the couch. He picks up a book and flips it open, then directs the remote at me. Suddenly the dildo quickens slightly, fucking me, as the vibe pulsates against my clit. This isn’t so bad. I could do this for hours.

  I lay back and close my eyes wondering how a man like him decides to take on sexually depraved individuals. And how he can watch me lie here, being fucked by machinery, and have no reaction to it. I can say the dirtiest, raunchiest thing and it doesn’t faze him at all. I’m so curious what motivates a man like him. I’m a slave to my desire so I very much admire his strength and composure.

  A moan slips from my lips, and I feel the intensity increase. The pressure is building deep within me, and I know it’ll be coming soon. I bite my lip and hold my breath as the warmth spreads through my lower body. “Oh, fuck,” I whisper.

  “I told you, no sound.”

  I open my eyes to see him standing over me.

  “I didn’t mean to.”

  “But you did. You need to learn to control yourself.” I nod, gasping as he turns up the intensity. I squeeze my eyes shut. “Open your eyes.”

  I do and watch him watch me. I can’t look away. God, this is hot. How is this supposed to be punishing me?

  “You still like this, don’t you?” he asks.

  I nod, afraid to speak. He tilts his head and turns the speed up even more. I resist against my restraints as strong sensations shoot through my core. How can he watch this and have no reaction when I think it’s the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me?

  I tense as another orgasm hits, but I manage to stay silent this time. He smiles and returns to his position on the couch.

  I don’t know how much time passes as orgasm after orgasm hits. At this point, tears are streaming down my face, and I feel weak, unsure how many more I can take. I’ve counted seven. Seven fucking orgasms in one night. A new record for me.

  Every so often, Dr. Scott walks over and checks on me, allowing me to sip water he offers, but nothing else. Another orgasm hits, and I think I’ve just about hit my limit, but I refuse to beg him for mercy. The fucking sun can come up for all I care.

  “Had enough yet?” he asks.

  I shake my head no. I will not give in. He’ll have to feel sorry for me first.

  “Impressive,” he says, looking at his watch. “You’ve been at this for two hours.” He climbs on the bed next to me, leaning close to my face. “Have you ever been fucked for two hours straight?”

  I shake my head no again.

  “What will make you break, Miss London?” He stares into my eyes as I try to control my breathing. “What if I slid my cock in your mouth and fucked it? Would you like that?”

  I nod and bite my lip. Oh, God, please I’ll happily ch
oke on it.

  “Or maybe you’d prefer if I took the place of that machine?”

  I nod again.

  “Or even if I took your ass for my own. How would like that?”

  I close my eyes as I fall over the brink one more time. Dr. Scott chuckles and walks away. He’s enjoying my torture, but so am I.

  GOOD LORD, I’VE NEVER seen a woman endure this as long as she has. I sit on the couch, listening to her labored breathing. I know exactly the moment she comes every time. I wasn’t expecting this to go on this long, but I have to admit, I’m impressed. The girl can take a beating.

  I sit on the couch, looking out into the night. Am I turned on seeing her like that? I look down at my dick pressing against my slacks. Fuck yeah I am, but I have control too and I won’t fuck her. No matter how much she wants me to, no matter how much I want to. The longer she goes without it, the better prepared she’ll be for life.

  I sit through two more and notice her whimper. That’s a new sound. She’s close to breaking now.

  I cross my legs, fighting my desire to watch her. I should know better than to take on clients that tempt me. The good thing is even though she excites me sexually, helping her excites me even more. It’s enough to hold me back from her.

  Another orgasm hits, and I hear the word I was waiting for.

  “Mercy,” she pleads with a raspy voice.

  I stand and walk over to her, watching her writhe against the sheets. “You’ve had enough?”

  She nods, and I turn the machine off, ending her torture. I sit next to her in the bed and unbuckle her wrists, releasing her. She surprises me by rolling over into my lap. Her entire body shakes as quiet sobs spill from her mouth. I break the rules and rub her back, softly, comforting her.

  For the first time, I wonder if I took her too far. She seemed so tough, but right now, she’s just a woman who finally broke.

  “Kaia,” I say. She shakes her head, refusing to look up at me. “Kaia, look at me.”

  “No, please.”

  “Why?”

  She won’t answer me and continues to sob into my lap. I think I know what to do. Pulling myself away, I whisper. “I’ll be right back.”

  I walk into the bathroom and start her a bath, then back in the bedroom, I lift her from the bed, but she buries her face in my chest. I carry her to the bathroom and set her down.

  “I’ll go now,” I say.

  “Don’t.”