I wait a few seconds before standing and walking over to my awaiting partner in the next room. She’s taking off her clothes for me already in anticipation. I don’t have to worry about her being offended by my desire to be with Macy. She’s too experienced to be tied down to one lover. I’d be a fool if I ever considered this anything more than it is. We have a casual agreement. Once we’re both fulfilled we go about our lives, no strings, no drama, no bullshit.
Before we get started I lean my lips close to her ear so Macy won’t hear us through the thin walls. “Don’t hold back. I need her to know how I like it.” Then I turn on the installed sound system connecting the two rooms so Macy is able to listen as if we are inches away from her.
We get right to it, all while I watch for Macy’s reactions. This is just the beginning of her conditioning. By the time I’m slipping inside of her she’ll be prepared for it all.
Chapter 9
Macy
I’m shaking from every limb. My hands are going numb from being bound behind my back. My body is cold and little bumps cover my skin, though I’m unable to see them. It’s uncomfortable knowing I’m naked for anyone to see. I can’t begin to imagine what’s going through Ben’s mind. He’s obviously fucking someone else for the purpose of getting me riled up. At first it wasn’t working. I was too damn confused and angry to fathom this being anything other than torture.
After time, waiting for them to stop, but it never happening, I’m forced to try to relax and take in my surroundings as best as I’m able.
The female’s tiny cries are easy to dismiss, but each time I hear a low groan come from Ben parts of me ignite into flames that require an extinguisher. He was once a man I swore I wanted no part of knowing, but now I’m flustered and craving everything he has to offer. There is a dark place hidden inside of me and I’m determined to let it out so I’m able to stop pretending. This vicious game of cat and mouse is in his hands now. I’m no longer committed to another man. I’m free to roam about the country and fuck my boss, given the opportunity. Except, now I’m questioning if he wants the same thing. He seemed elated when I came onto him, only to lead me to this very moment where I’m far from being taken care of.
When the sounds stop I freeze in place. I keep listening to see if I hear someone approaching, only to recognize a door opening and then closing again.
His voice startles me. “How do you feel, Macy?”
I’m trembling as I reply. “I feel like I want to go home. You’ve proved your point. Let’s just forget this ever happened.”
He chuckles before reaching over and unfastening the fabric that’s been keeping me from seeing him. He’s wearing a pair of trousers without a shirt. It’s taking everything in me to not stare at his sculpted chest. I search the room for another female but we’re alone. In fact, there’s no remnants of anything happening. The room is empty and in the same order it was before everything went black.
“I don’t understand.”
He’s too busy to respond. I feel his hungry eyes scanning my exposed body and turn my head as if to make myself handle being judged. It’s quiet. Too quiet. The room is spinning, though I know we remain still. I feel fingers running down my shoulder until he reaches the elbow. My eyes flutter open to see he’s still in the same position as before. His breathing is calm, those hazel eyes focused on my reaction. “I don’t want you to go, but at the same time I can’t allow you to stay.”
“Untie me. I’m not going to sit here tied up and hear your nonsense. This was a huge mistake. I don’t know how to look at you without wanting to rip out your throat.”
He snickers and kneels in front of me. I feel him unfastening my bound wrists, and once their freed I bring them forward and check for marks I won’t be able to conceal without a very long sleeved top. He’s speaking as I do it, not moving from the spot. “Do you have any idea how bad I want to fuck you right now?”
All of a sudden I’m taken back. This makes no sense. Didn’t he just say I had to go? “Are you clinically diagnosed bi-polar?”
“Nope.” He brushes my cheek with the back of his hand. Our eyes meet, and I’m captivate by the mutual chemistry I know exists between us. “I told you it will take time.”
“It’s hardly the time to have morals.”
He speaks just at the moment his traveling fingers come in contact with my parted lips. “It’s called self-control.”
“It’s called head games.” I jerk my face away from his touch and push him hard until he falls on his butt. My feet are tangled up in the length of the rope, so I reach down to free them. Ben sits watching me, as if he’s not worried I’m going to bolt.
“How did it make you feel when I was fucking someone else?”
“Disgusted.”
He skids closer until I’m back against the corner. I can’t move without him being able to catch me. He’s kneeling, this time his face staring directly at my exposed pussy. My breasts feel like little sparks are snapping over my hard, cold nipples. I’m shaking profusely, my teeth chattering to prove it. He’s staring at my most private of areas. Then I feel him touching me there. He brings his face closer, and just when I’m about to bring my knee up to his chin and make a run for it I’m overwhelmed with lust. His nose barely breaches my lower lips before he backs away to look up into my eyes. It makes me crazy when he does this. “Just as I suspected. You’re wet. I can smell your excitement. A mere taste is all I get to have tonight, but it’s such a shame for all this perfection to go without the proper care. Perhaps you’d be willing to stay until we can tend to your predicament?”
I swallow a forced lump in my throat and try to keep composure though I know I’m falling victim to his charm again. “What do you have in mind?” Are we finally getting to the good part? Have I proven my loyalty by not running for the last remaining bit of sanity?
Ben abruptly stands and backs away. He takes the chair and pulls it until he’s about three foot away from where I remain. I watch him unfasten his trousers and shove them down, exposing himself to me as he sits with his legs spread. He’s not fully erect, but somewhat in the early stages. His size is impressive. It’s not gigantic, but both wide in girth and supple in length. It’s sitting to the left side as he clears his throat to capture my attention. “Lets get started.”
I begin to amble forward only to have him hold up his palm to halt me. “Whoa. Where do you think you’re going?”
“I thought you’d want me to sit on you.”
He shakes his head. “Of course you would. I keep forgetting you’re new at this. It seems you have me distracted.”
“So what now?” I’m highly turned on, and still a bit annoyed. I’m standing naked, as I have been for a while now, yet he hasn’t made any attempt to make me feel comfortable.
He extends his hand in the air again, this time with an explanation. “Pretend this is your mouth. Where would you like it to be?”
“Seriously?”
He motions to his naked body. “If you could touch me anywhere, what place would you start?” His hand runs down his chest, over one thigh followed by his knee, and then back up to his mouth. “Okay, I can see you’re a bit timid. Let’s try this another way.”
I’m hugging my body to hide as much as I can from him. I think he has the temperature in the room set to an extra cool to make me uncomfortable. “I’d rather not play these stupid games. I came here because I thought something was going to happen between us. Instead you’ve fucked someone else and forced me to listen to every single moan and groan. Where is your companion anyway? Is she watching us through the double sided window?”
“She’s gone. She served her purpose.”
“Did you even wash off before you came in here?”
“Did it make you jealous?”
“No,” I lie. “I’m not jealous of anything you do. I’d have to care about you for that to occur.”
“This is why you need more conditioning. Jealousy doesn’t only come from having feelings for some
one. It also comes when someone else has what you desperately want. I know you want me, Macy, just as I want you, but it won’t happen until you’re ready to handle me. I won’t make mistakes with you, because I have a feeling you’re going to test me.”
“Can I dress now? I mean, if we’re not going to do anything?”
“Macy, if your hand represented my mouth, where would you want it?”
“This is juvenile, Ben. I’m not playing along.”
“I’d first kiss those sweet lips again,” he continues. “I’d savor them, drawing my tongue out for another taste.”
I’m fighting the urge to trace over the skin he addresses. It’s causing me to second guess my decision to play his little game. “Which lips are we talking about, seeing as you’ve sampled both.”
“The ones on your mouth. The dessert always comes last.”
“Some people enjoy their dessert first.”
“I like things a certain way, now back to where we were. Where does my mouth go now, Macy?”
I want to stop this. I don’t like being exposed, vulnerable, and tortured. That’s what he’s doing. Ben is slowly torturing me, and I’m at his liberty because the longer I remain the more I know I’ll want to stay.
“The back of my shoulders,” I say while opening up a bit more. My hand travels to the exact spot that sets me crazy. “I want you to go here next,” I say as my fingers drag back to the front of my body and down to my breasts. Ben watches intently, as if he’s memorizing it for a later encounter. As much as I wish this was a quickie to try and get him out of my system, I know the intensity is something I’ve never anticipated. I peer over at him and suck on my bottom lip. He’s a sight I never want to take my eyes away from. He’s rock hard now, his hands sitting on either thigh like they have nowhere else to be. I lick my lips and respond to his situation. “Maybe you should show me where you’d like my mouth to be?”
He stares into my eyes like no one else in the world exists. “It’s taking everything I have not to come over there and give you what we both know you want.”
I have to remember he’s just been with someone else, or I’m libel to beg him for it. I drag my hand down my abdomen slowly until I reach the base of my pussy. I tickle myself there while continuing the conversation. “I’d want you to end up here.”
“And what would you like me to do?”
My middle finger courses over my clitoris once. “Kiss me there first.” Then I shove in between my folds, immediately noticing how turned on I’ve become. My head feels heavy as I rub it around the area and then lead a slick trail back to my clit. He’s managed to get me to take off my clothes, to allow him to tie me up, to make me listen while he fucks another woman, and now I’m masturbating while he seductively studies how I react. It’s enough to send any woman over the edge. I’m shaking, parts of me so sensitive I know if he would reach out and touch me I’ll lose control completely, and I love it.
I manage to look at him again, this time with heavy eyes and I see a man who still remains in place. He’s practiced this way, and I’m not sure whether I’m not doing a good enough job turning him on, or he’s somehow able to withstand the utmost seduction without acting on it. I want his control. I need to know how he does it, and now more than ever before, I’m beginning to understand he might very well hold the answers I seek.
Then it happens.
He gives me an order and I do as he requests. “How fast would you like my tongue to go. I can smell your arousal from over here. Show me how you want me to make you come undone. Show me how you fall to pieces so I can repeatedly give you the same result.”
I lose it while he studies me, my legs weakening as I crumble. He stands with no regard for his rock hard erection, and extends his hand for me to take. He doesn’t wait for me to recover. As soon as he has me in his grip he picks me up and carries me out of the room. I have no idea where he’s taking me as long as I get to stay. If this is the beginning I can hardly wait to experience the middle and then the grand finale. He has my attention, and now the rest is in his hands.
Chapter 10
Ben
This isn’t the plan, but she’s done well for her first day so I’ve decided to reward her. I carry Macy into my bedroom and lay her down atop the white goose filled comforter. She spreads her arms out and watches as I back away to take her in again. Up until now she’s been a conquest. As I stand above her, watching as she waits for me on the bed, I’m inclined to wonder what it would be like if I climbed in beside her and had my way. Granted, remnants of Denise are still on my skin, and I’d be inconsiderate if I thought that type of thing wouldn’t eventually get to Macy. It’s important I stick to my own plan with her. She can’t get under my skin like this. “How do you feel now?”
She leans up on her elbow and searches my face for her own answer. “I feel better than I did when I was blindfolded.”
“Didn’t you enjoy pleasuring yourself?”
I watch her shrug. “Sure, but it’s not why I thought I was invited. I know you’re into some crazy shit, but I didn’t think punishing was one.”
I sit on the edge of the mattress and run two fingers across her face. “There’s so much I want to show you.” It’s trying to watch her struggle for answers I’m not ready to provide. If I tell her too much, or bring her in too soon, she’ll never be up for it. I don’t want Macy to get lost in my world. I want her to be able to embrace all of her God given qualities. She deserves to be happy, not just physically, but mentally as well. I may have an unconventional way of teaching her, but it’s my way, and I know it can work if she learns to trust me completely.
“I gave you the freedom to do what you want. This isn’t what I expected. To be honest, I don’t know what I thought would happen. At least I’m finally getting more comfortable being naked around you.”
We laugh together for a moment. I don’t know what makes me do it, but I take her free hand and raise it to my lips. It’s just a kind gesture, but something I don’t usually do with someone I’m working to transform. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not in the business of changing women to fit my sexual needs. There have been a few instances where someone caught my eye and I wanted to make her mine for the taking, but Macy is different. For years I’ve watched her from afar, patiently waiting to have my chance. I’d baited her back when she was first married; planted the seed so she’d always have it on her mind when I was around. I’d done it on purpose in hopes that she’d come around sooner. Macy was tough. I’ve never been rejected until her, and it excites me.
“What would you say if I told you I’d like to watch you with another man?”
Her eyebrow lifts. I know she’s shocked, but I wait for her to take it in before I get a response. While she contemplates how to answer, I think about what to do if she rejects the idea. This may be a necessary step in her becoming a part of my life, but it’s also a test for me. I’ve never had to share her, and parts of me are beginning to wonder if I’ll be able to handle it. For an unexplained reason, I feel like she’s my property. This hasn’t occurred with another partner.
“I’d say you were crazy.”
“Would you do it? Could you be with a man while I watched?”
I can tell she’s uncomfortable. “I don’t know.”
“Forget about it for now. We’ll take baby steps.”
She seems unsure. “What if there are things I don’t want to participate in? I mean, you told me you could help me, but so far I feel neglected. It’s like I’m being tortured and I don’t understand why. I’m screwed up enough, Ben. If this is some kind of game to you, I need to walk away and forget this ever happened.” She sits up and pulls a bit of the blanket over her exposed body. “Sometimes I feel like you’re baiting me, filming me to use as blackmail in the office.”
“I’m the boss. Why would I need to blackmail you? If I wanted you gone, I’d fire you.”
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“But you are.”
“Yeah, and I’m wondering why I agreed to it.”
“Not everything about tonight has been painful. I know for a fact that some aspects were fulfilling.”
She’s running her fingers over the bedding fabric as she speaks. “I have a confession to make.”
I feel like this is where I’m suppose to make her comfortable, so I lie down beside her and give her my full attention. “You don’t want to do this anymore do you? It’s too much?”
“No.” She’s shaking her head. “I mean, it’s a lot, and definitely not what I expected, but I’m okay.” She pauses and seems flustered. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this to you.”
“Whatever you say in this room stays here. I may be a control freak, but I’m also human. I know you’ve been going through a ton of shit, Macy.”
“We’ve been together before.” Her words are quick, not to mention that they make no sense.
“Come again? I think I would remember…” She cuts me off.
“In my head, my mind. I’ve…I’ve been fantasizing about being with you since before my marriage ended.”
Now this is more like it. I want to smile, but I’m too proud to show her that sort of reaction. “I guess so far I’m a huge disappointment.”
She sits up and looks intently into my eyes as if she’s able to read my thoughts. “The night isn’t over. Ben, I’ve agreed to be a part of your world in order to see if it helps what I feel I’m missing in my life, but I need something from you first.”
“Name it.” I have enough money to make anything work for her. All she has to do is ask.
“Fuck me. Just me, here, right now. Give me what I want and I’ll follow your every rule. Make an exception for me as I’m doing for you, and maybe we’ll both come out of this winning.”
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