by Alyssa Clark
I gave him a glare and pressed back against him, feeling the throb of his cock. How had he managed to keep hard after all of that? “There’s a reason for my rules,” I didn’t have to explain myself to him.
“Fuck your rules,” he bit back. He caught my chin and tugged me back so that he could kiss me. His tongue danced against my lips before he spoke again. “You can’t say you didn’t want this, too,” the way he said it was damn near a purr.
I did. I just didn’t want the consequences that would come from this. I didn’t give him room for more conversation. Instead, I reached between my thighs and cupped his testicles. He stiffened for a beat but kept moving. It wasn’t long before his rhythm began to stutter then he went rigid.
“You,” he groaned lowly as he began to relax. “You don’t get to walk away.”
8
Matt
I woke up like I was drunk, not hungover. Just sluggish, like I wasn’t quite ready to wake up. But something had caught my attention. It had tugged me out of a dead sleep. I just couldn’t place what it was. I stretched and found that I was in an unfamiliar bed alone.
That didn’t seem right.
The night came back to me fresh and I felt my cock, already hard, began to throb. Finally, under some sort of grace of God, Angela had called me. There it was. I was in the bed alone. I pushed myself up, I had been asleep on my stomach. I didn’t see her anywhere.
Did she fucking ditch me?
I sat up on the bed and tried my best to not let anger get to me. I’d never done this to a woman, and I hadn’t expected it to happen. It was like taking a punch to the gut. It also didn’t help the fact that I had a hard-on just from the dreamed memory of what had happened. I got up and went to shower. I didn’t consider the time. I just knew I had to clean up, we hadn’t bothered after the night just crawled under the covers and got comfortable.
When did she leave me? Why? I thought she had a good time, I made the effort to make sure she did. It seemed cold, and it irritated me to no end. I didn’t even bother with my erection. By the time I got out of the shower I spotted the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was nearly ten. I was late for work.
The day was already fucked, so I took the time to check out and go home. I made an effort to distract myself from how angry I was. I wasn’t going to pick up my phone to call her. I wasn’t going to get hung up on her just because of a night of good sex.
I should have called in, given myself time to handle the blatant rejection. It would have been smart. Instead, I went to work like it was nothing. I ignored the curious looks I got and worked as if nothing was wrong.
Damn near the end of the day before someone came to say something. Allen walked into my office like he owned it, on some level he did, but I didn’t feel like he had a right to come in without warning. “You missed a meeting on the Owens malpractice case,” he said by way of greeting. “They have decided to settle.”
“Good,” I didn’t look up from the file I was pretending to look at. “I’m hoping she’s decided to take the settlement,” if this went to court it's likely she wouldn’t get a dime.
“I would have had you there for that meeting,” he came to sit in front of me. “But you weren’t here. Didn’t even answer your phone.”
I had turned it off when I saw her at the bar. To keep temptation at bay, I had left it off. I didn’t want to message her. I didn’t want to think about her. Last night would be just that. I had no reason to see her again.
I was struggling to keep that thought in my mind.
“I had overslept and misplaced my phone,” one lie didn’t hurt. “I got here as soon as I could,” I looked up at him and shrugged helplessly. “At least, if Miss Owens accepts the settlement, you turned the apparent loss into a win.”
“I thought perhaps you could contact her and arrange the meeting,” he raised his brows at me. “That way the win could be yours.” I sat up a little, taken back by this. “I’d also like to take advantage of you by giving you some of the not so serious cases. Depending on how you handle them would show us your capabilities. What do you think?”
“Does this have anything to do with the dealings we had with Winters?” I had to ask. I didn’t know what she did with him, but I was sure she wasn’t having sex with him.
“Essentially no,” I watched his expression. If I were a prosecutor, I would call him on his lie. Now I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Right now my only thoughts concerning Angela were to forget her. “But I am indebted to you,” he kept speaking. “Had you not taken that check and spoke to her it's likely I would still be forbidden to see her.”
Was he obsessed? I didn’t know how to respond, so I just sat there and looked at him. Was this where I would be if I saw her again?
“I did note that she charged me twelve fifty for your visit,” he straightened his tie, looking like he wasn’t fishing for information. “What exactly did that visit include?”
“I believe it's not your business,” I went back to what I had left on my desk when I first got the text from her yesterday. This was another uncomfortable moment where I was faced with the fact that both of us wanted the same woman. The only difference was I was twenty years his junior.
He made a noise and stood, “It was something I paid for.”
“If you really would like to find out the details,” I looked up at him, everything I’d felt since the first time Angela spanked me boiled over. “I’d be happy to share them with you. Of course, you might object to me filing sexual harassment charges against you, but I’m sure the other partners would understand after I exposed the fact that you knowingly sent me to a dominatrix then used me again to get back in her good graces.” I propped my elbows up on my desk as I spoke, feeling the irritation from waking up alone take me away. “Perhaps we could include Mrs. Franklin in on it, too. I know you didn’t seem to care the last time I mentioned it, but maybe we should test her and see how she really feels about it. I know Angela probably would be excited to be a part of that, too.” He stared at me in disbelief, like he hadn’t expected this. The only thing keeping me from launching at him and taking my frustrations out on him was the desk that was between us. “Maybe you should ask her?”
“Never mind me,” he said at last. “I can handle the rest of the Owens case. If you would like to take the rest of the day do so,” He was deflecting all that I just said. “There’s no need to take such extremes,” I couldn’t tell just what got to him the most. Which threat had put the fear of God into him?
I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about now was getting through the day without bending.
9
Angela
I hated to think this way, but I was beginning to think that getting laid was something I had needed. After I left the hotel room it seemed like I had a sense of clarity that I hadn’t seen since I first met Matt.
Mr. Clarke.
I wasn’t going to change the way I viewed him just because we had sex. If I did that, I would be asking for trouble. I was way too busy to entertain any sort of emotional relationship. Plus, he just wasn’t my type.
Granted, he let me tie him up, and he let me spank him. Still he hadn’t really submitted even though he looked so nice on his knees glaring at me. Being on his knees wasn’t a real submission. I imagine if we were to try a dominant and submissive relationship it would be an uphill battle the entire way. He would fight every step, and I would be forced to punish him so often.
I closed my eyes and remembered the look of his reddened ass.
So much for that one night of sex. If I kept thinking like this, I was going to make another mistake by texting him again. Though, I was betting he probably wouldn’t entertain another night with me. That was the idea when I left that morning. I didn’t want him calling me again. I didn’t want the temptation hanging over me.
So, I went about my business. I paid bills, I confirmed my schedule via email with both Mr. Franklin and Mr. Middleton. I checked over the forums for bits of inspiration
, while any ideas I might come up with from the internet would have to be approved by both of my clients I still liked to look. There was no harm in it.
By the time I had another ‘meeting’ with Mr. Franklin, I still wasn’t able to shake the resentment I had towards him. It didn’t seem like time away from the man would help me in the least. I found that after he undressed, I couldn’t look at him. I sat down in a chair and looked ahead while I tried to center myself for what was necessary.
I couldn’t push his limit. I couldn’t actively maim him while I punished him. So, I had him kneel beside me and remain silent while I tried to consider the safest route for punishment. Him kneeling beside me could be construed as punishment enough, likely by him. He just didn’t realize just how much he’s tried me since all of this started. There’s a good chance that he didn’t know anything about the interactions I’d had with Matt.
I took the time to play with my phone, it was an effort to make him feel insignificant. It was part of the punishment that was more psychological than physical. But I didn’t have the patience for it. The infuriating part for all of this was that he didn’t seem to be bothered by just sitting beside me. And I couldn’t really spend the entirety of this meeting like this.
I just couldn’t decide what to do from here. Mr. Franklin decided for me by gently brushing against my thigh. It looked like he wavered, he had bad knees, and it was something he told me when we first started this arrangement. He took medication for the dwindling cartilage in them. But I was beginning to see all the things and all the ways I had been wrong about him. It could have been deliberate. The brush of his cheek, the sandpaper of facial hair against my skin turned my stomach.
I trusted him even though he was virtually a stranger and I knew now I shouldn’t have. So, it was probably deliberate. That’s what I decided to accept it as that. I stood and dropped my phone in the chair I was in. He looked up at me without fear, like the consequences of his actions didn’t matter in the least.
“I can see you aren’t taking this seriously,” I walked to where I had the x taped. “I suppose I should take it seriously,” I tapped my foot before I glared at him. “Stand here with your hands above your head,” as soon as I gave my instructions I went to fetch some rope and something I could use to give him adequate punishment.
I hesitated at the whip, I had used that on him last time and he had used his safe word. If he used it this time, it would just be skirting around what made me angry with him. I needed to get this settled with myself just as much as I needed to get it settled with him. I decided on a cat of nine tails over anything else.
I turned back to him to see him watching, anticipation was on his face and I could see his erection from here. It made the contents of my stomach curdle. He wanted this. He wanted me to hurt him.
At this moment, I no longer wanted to take out my aggression on him. I no longer wanted to see him, but then that would only do more harm than good. The separation would only lead to more frustrations because he wouldn’t respect it like before.
I put the rope back and snatched up the leather cuffs instead. I didn’t want this to take longer than it needed to. I stalked back to him feeling the disgust choke me like bile rising in my throat. I took his wrists and strapped the leather cuffs on them; I shoved them back up into the air then reached up to find the hook that I used to suspend Mr. Middleton. I had to jump a little bit because even with these damn heels I was still too short to just grab it. I found the metal hoop without any other hitches, and I was able to finally get to where I could wind up the rope that would force him up on his toes.
I went back to him, and I didn’t give him any warning, much like that last time. I struck with as much force that had him gasping. I wanted this done because it wouldn’t satisfy me anymore. So I didn’t wait for him to adjust or prepare for the next strike. I hit him until my arm hurt, I kept going thinking I would hear him call out his safe word.
I wanted him to say it. I wanted to push him until he screamed it.
But my shoulders started to ache now. I didn’t have the drive to keep it up. I dropped the cat of nine tails and prowled around him to determine if there was anything else I could do. His dick was flaccid, and I felt satisfied with knowing at least there was some bit of pleasure he wouldn’t be finding here today.
His face was pale, and it was obvious just how hard he was biting his lip to keep quiet. I could see traces of blood. Maybe he finally realized what he’s done? I wasn’t going to hold my breath. I went to release the pulley that had him strung up, I turned to watch as he crumpled to the floor. I didn’t go to him, I didn’t fawn over him like I might have before. I wanted him to feel my displeasure. I wanted him to know just how I felt without words.
Unfortunately, I still had to care for the damage I inflicted. I couldn’t be so callous that I could leave him there on the floor. I went to get the cooling creme and lotion, it was something I wasn’t keen on doing, but it had to be done. Beating him and not providing any sort of aftercare would likely make it difficult for him to continue with his day.
It might create questions.
There was one thing I didn’t want here, I didn’t want to affect his relationship with his wife. As much as I enjoyed his money, and I used it as a means to further myself, I wasn’t going to replace his wife. I made that clear to him from the beginning. I even tried to suggest that he get his wife to replace me. It was one of the main reasons that I limited any actual sexual contact with him. I didn’t get as familiar with Mr. Franklin as I had with Mr. Clarke. I didn’t want him in the same way.
I walked to him and knelt beside him, giving plenty of birth so he wouldn’t be able to rest against me. I carefully smoothed the creme onto the welts I had left. I didn’t feel bad about them. I knew he hurt. I wanted him to regret his choices as I had to deal with the consequences of them. Once I was done, making sure that I had all the angry red marks fully covered, I loosened the leather cuffs then pulled them off. Now that he was free to move on his own I stood and stepped away.
“Get dressed,” I sounded nonchalant. Making it as if I wasn’t concerned about the state I left him in. “And I will see you at our next meeting,” I didn’t bother to help him up, I didn’t intend to help him dress. I wasn’t going to take that time with him. If the distance of the original punishment didn’t help things sink in, hopefully this would.
I heard a whimper as I moved towards the bathroom, for some reason I felt relieved that he was bothered by the coldness I was showing him. I washed my hands, and I waited there, breathing in deeply as I gave him plenty of time to get dressed. It left me milling around the bathroom, I didn’t want to give any sort of idea that I would be there to help him.
I heard the door to the closet opened and I moved into the doorway, I watched him dress slowly. He moved like he hurt and normally this would concern me, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. I wasn’t normally one to hold grudges, but it felt like he had ruined the good thing that I had going here.
Now I was questioning myself and everything that had been working just fine for the last year. All because he had to put a coworker in his place.
Mr. Franklin gathered himself up, straightened his tie and walked to the door that led to my playroom. He turned back to give me a look, and I could see just what this did to him. He looked hurt, emotionally. As if I had broken his heart, I was sure I didn’t. While he had attachments to me, I doubted love was involved in any way.
I held my ground, I didn’t move towards him. I just met his gaze with a cold an expression as I could muster. He walked out of my playroom and I suddenly felt so much better. I went to follow him so I could lock up so I could clean up. While I didn’t have much to clean up I still preferred to have the front door locked just in case.
I took my time cleaning my cat of nine tails, going as far to oil up the leather after disinfecting it. As I worked the oil into the braided handle, I began questioning why I did this. I thought about changing out of the ling
erie back into street clothes, I could go home and see about trying to reconnect with friends. Maybe give mom a call. I couldn’t really go into what was wrong with them, but maybe just being around them and hearing about their normal lives would make me feel better.
I glanced at my phone, it sat innocently where I left it in the chair. I picked it up with the thoughts of how I would broach a normal conversation as I opened it up and thumbed up my text messages only to get sidetracked. What opened was the thread of text messages that I had had with Matt. I should have questioned it, wondered why this particular thread was opened. Instead, I noticed the new message down at the bottom and let that distract me from all the things I should be paying attention to.
‘I need to see you again.’
Damn my heart for speeding up at the sight of it.
10
Matt
I caved. I was going to go back to my usual routine and ignore everything that happened. It seemed like the best idea to go with the farce. The only problem was that she was in my dreams. They weren’t necessarily sexual in the way I enjoyed them, they were often strange and sometimes violent. It wouldn’t matter, three out of the four days I woke up a sticky mess.