Void

by Cassy Roop

  “I’m going to place the headphones on you now.”

  She only nodded, clearly still not speaking to me. Good. She could use that anger, that aggression she was harboring and channel it into how I was going to fuck her. Only I had plans for how I was going to carry it out. Placing the headset onto my own head, I spoke to her.

  “Can you hear me?”

  She nodded again.

  “You have to speak to me sometime, Nicola. Although, your silence won’t last very long,” I said, sexual innuendo prevalent.

  “I have nothing to say to you, Doctor. Where is Link? Can we just get this over with?”

  I reached for her chin, tilting her head to where she would be staring into my eyes if it weren’t for the blindfold.

  “I told you, when you are in this place, I am Sinclaire. Do you understand?” I asked as I brushed my thumb across her bottom lip.

  The tiniest hitch of her breath didn’t go unnoticed before she nodded.

  “Good. Now, scoot back onto the bed and extend your arms and legs out.”

  She did as I instructed, laying back and extending all of her limbs toward the four corners of the bed. Her breasts heaved as she did, clearly being affected by the situation. My control was slipping and I needed to get inside of her before I lost it. I attached both her legs and her arms to the soft leather cuffs on the bed, making it clear she wouldn’t be able to move. This is what I needed to ensure that my demons wouldn’t come to the surface while I was with her. If she were to try and get up and leave, it would wreck me. I couldn’t take that kind of rejection.

  Not from her.

  I undressed, making sure to take my time and breathe through the flood of desire filling my chest. My cock, standing rigidly at attention was objecting to the aching slowness of my removal of clothing. I had to be sure that I was in control before I took the chance with her.

  I climbed onto the bed, feeling the mattress dip as I did. Slowly, I placed my lips against her navel, dipping my tongue in and causing a slight jerking reaction in her body.

  “Link?” She breathed, something funny in the sound of her voice. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered.

  What?

  “Quiet,” I demanded through the headphones. She stilled along with the silence in her voice. I began to trail kisses up her body.

  “Are you ready?” I asked.

  I KNEW WHAT I was about to do was wrong. I knew that in the long run it could damage the trust between Andris and me, but I didn’t care. I had never felt hurt before, but the first time I had, it was like a devastating blow to my chest. The thoughts of him fucking Barbie Cardinelli wouldn’t leave my mind and I wanted him to feel the same jealousy that I was consumed with.

  My years of being a female escort, hooker, prostitute, whatever you wanted to call it, gave me good practice at being an actress. I could make any man feel like he was God of all things sex when he was with me. I knew how to make them cum longer, faster and better than they ever had in their lives with just the sounds of my voice. I was a highly trained professional with years of field practice.

  “Link? I’ve missed you,” I stated in a breathy whisper.

  “Quiet,” I heard Andris bark into the headphones. I smiled inwardly, knowing that it would work just from the one phrase alone.

  He trailed kisses up my torso, causing my breath to quicken. A sharp pain radiated in my right breast as his teeth clamped down on my nipple and converted to pleasure when he licked it soothingly through the fabric. My body instantly heated, my blood beginning to pump faster in my veins.

  Truth be told, I really did miss him. Link had the powerful ability to make me feel, yet also had the ability to mask those feelings in a way that only had me feeling pleasure. He was a calming fortress to my newly racing thoughts and emotions. The harder he pounded into me, the less I had to actually think about the emotions and instead could immerse myself in them.

  My dress was pushed up past my hips and the top was pulled down, exposing my breasts. Two warm palms came to rest on my breasts and he squeezed my nipples, sending an electric current running strait to my clit. My back arched off the bed, pressing my breasts harder into his hands.

  Soothingly, one hand caressed the side of my face. It was new. It was almost…intimate. Something Link had never expressed before. It scared me slightly because my thoughts were now running wild in my head, making it difficult for me to keep my mind on my task.

  I moaned softly as he nudged my thighs apart and settled his body between my legs.

  “Link, please,” I begged in a desperate voice that I clearly didn’t have to fake. I did want him, but I also wanted to get to Andris.

  “I love how you feel when you are inside me. I love it how your cock fills me so completely. I love how hot you make me feel.”

  His hands squeezed my thighs and I yelped out in surprise.

  “That is enough, Jericho,” Andris said sternly, his breathing coming faster.

  It was working.

  “Link. Fuck me.”

  “I said quiet!”

  I didn’t have time to respond because Link climbed up my body and straddled me. I felt the tip of his cock as he rubbed it across my lips and I opened, allowing him to gain access to my mouth. I couldn’t hear him, but I felt the rumble of his body as I worked my tongue around the tip of his dick. He hardened in my mouth, the velvety smoothness of his skin stretching even further. This was the first time in the few sessions we have had together that I had gotten to taste him. I enjoyed the salty presence of his precum. I relished in the feel of his hands as he placed them behind my head and guided my movements.

  I put everything into sucking him off, something that was hard to do with my arms being restrained. My neck protested, the muscles there burning with each bob of my head as I worked to pull him deeper into my mouth. His grip tightened on my head as he pulled on my hair. Prickles raced down my spine. I was enjoying this. I felt empowered as his thighs tightened at my sides, signaling his approaching orgasm.

  Suddenly he was off of me, leaving me wanting the explosion in my mouth. I wanted to taste him as he lost himself over to me, knowing it was me who gave him that insurmountable pleasure.

  My panties were pushed aside as he settled between my legs again and I felt the hot tip of his tongue take a long, slow swipe against my clit. My hips bucked in pleasure, my mouth opening to allow the sudden rush of breath to escape from my body.

  “Link, oh my God,” I said as I tried to squeeze my thighs together, clearly not able to complete the task with them restrained. I heard Andris growl into my ear at the same time that Link groaned against my pussy and it sent waves of pleasure circulating through my body. My legs began to tremble and I gripped the sheets beneath me and squeezed them in my fists as my body began its slow trek towards crescendo. I felt my clit stiffen as Links relentless tongue lashed against it. My body was desperate to get away from the torture of his tongue, yet ached for him to continue at the same time.

  It hit me suddenly, no warning. Just pure bliss and elation as my body exploded from his tongue, stiffening as I felt the rush of fluids between my legs. My mind momentarily traveled into a state of trance, going absolutely blank as if I were in a state of meditation. As I came down from my high, I felt my body weaken and I opened my mouth because the need to breathe deeper was desperate. I let go of my grip on the sheets and allowed my body to relax into the bed.

  Link climbed over the top of me, settling his hard chest against mine and pressed a single chaste kiss to my lips, allowing me to taste my own desire on his. I felt the tip of his dick press at my entrance and even though I felt weak, I opened for him, my body still not through with the pleasure he could give me.

  My clit was still sensitive as he started pushing inside of me in one long, slow thrust. He stilled at the hilt, allowing my body to adjust to his size. This is where things took a turn. In all of the sessions I have had with this man, he had fucked the hell out of me so hard that I felt the remnants of him o
n my body for days after. He made me sore, giving me that constant reminder that he was there each time I took a step. But this time, he went slow, pulling out and pushing in at a slow, leisurely pace. I noticed that Andris was unusually quiet and it made me wonder if the desperate sound in my voice as I begged for Link to fill me, really got to him. Suddenly I didn’t feel so great about wanting to torment him the way I had been, after I found out about him and Barbie.

  “Andris?” I breathed into the air as Link continued to slide in and out of me. The action made every single nerve ending come to life. My mind couldn’t adjust to just one sensation as it tried to filter through all the tiny ones that riddled my body and my mind. I felt Link’s hands caress my arms that were held by the cuffs and soon his fingers were linked into mine. I stiffened momentarily at the intimacy of the gesture.

  What the hell was he doing? This wasn’t fucking. This was slow, sensual and almost like what a man would do if he was making love to a woman, wanting the feeling to last because it was greater than any other that they had ever experienced.

  Panic began to rise in my throat, but the pleasure Link was creating in my body took precedence over the panic.

  In.

  Out.

  In.

  Out.

  It was like he had a perfect rhythm set. Each inward thrust matched the length of him pulling out of me causing me to feel each ridge, each hard line of his cock as it entered and exited my pussy.

  My mind began to be overwhelmed by a foggy haze as my body began to climb once again. My eyes stung, the pleasure too much. His actions too much. I wanted Link, but at that moment, I had a desperate need to hear Andris’s voice. I needed him to tell me that the sensations I was feeling at that exact moment were normal, and that I wasn’t losing my mind.

  “Andris, please. I…I…” I couldn’t say what my heart wanted me to say. To admit to needing someone felt almost too vulnerable and I didn’t want to upset Link at the same time. There was a difference in the two men that I couldn’t describe. Link was the man I wanted. The man who made my body come to life. But Andris was the man I needed. The one who gave me reassurance when I started traveling down this dark road of awakening feelings. He was my light at the end of a long traveled, dark tunnel. He was also blinding though. Something that I felt that if I got too close to, I would get burned.

  My second orgasm hit me just a fiercely as the first, but the waves took longer to subside. My body continued up a ridged mountain until it reached a cliff and took a nosedive off the edge. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe as I fell rapidly towards the ground below, and just before I hit, Link kissed me. There was something familiar in the way he explored my mouth, soothing me and the after effects of what he just did to my body.

  Pulling back from our kiss he gently undid the cuffs at my wrists, taking the time to massage my flesh there before moving to my feet and completing the same task. Then he was gone. I felt his presence leave the room. I was desperate to take off the blindfold, not wanting to see where I was but, desperate to seek the navy eyes of Andris. I needed him to tell me that I was okay. I needed the reassurance from him that whatever the hell it was I just experienced with Link was real.

  I needed him to tell me I wasn’t crazy because I was clearly falling for two different men.

  MY SESSIONS WITH NICOLA continued both in the clinic and at the apartment almost in a comfortable schedule over the next three weeks. On Mondays and Wednesdays, we had sessions where we discussed her newfound abilities to experience emotions she had never had before. We discussed strategies on how to deal with them when they became overwhelming or too much for her to be able to handle. Our interactions away from the apartment were professional, but her eyes told me otherwise. She never brought up the subject of Barbie again, and I never did either, instead hoping it would pass. Barbie had come to me twice more since the day I fucked her on my desk, and each time, I sent her packing and out the door with her required prescriptions.

  I had combed my mind over and over trying to find a solution to get away from the Cardinelli family. Each week, there were more and more “patients” coming in, and my associates and I were writing more and more prescriptions. We were probably weeks away from having the Feds come down on us. I had no doubt in my mind that the pharmacists were keeping track of the amount of medication that was coming out of my clinic and I had hit my limit. What was the worst thing that the Cardinelli family could do to me? They could threaten me all they wanted, but if I continued complying with their demands, then the clinic would be shut down anyway and I would be hauled off to jail.

  The contract was my excuse to have Nicola. My clinic was my excuse to keep seeing her even after the terms of the contract ended.

  I didn’t want it to end.

  I felt dread and sick to my stomach at the thought of not having her. Each passing day, the strength of my feelings grew for her to the point that I was daydreaming about her while with other patients. I thought about her when I was at the store, or especially when I sat alone in my apartment at night wondering what she was doing.

  I knew eventually the truth would come out. I knew eventually that the comfort of my relationship with her would come to an end, but something told me that I needed to keep a hold of her. I wasn’t ready to let her go, and even though we still had several weeks remaining in our contract, I needed to start doing something to solidify things so that she continued to come back.

  First, I needed to get rid of Cardinelli.

  I made an appointment for him to come see me, choosing my office as a safe place for him to come. If I needed to call security, I could, and a police station was right down the road. I gathered evidence. Copies of all the prescriptions I had written to him as well as family members and a majority of his staff members. I needed to be able to present the evidence to the authorities if need be, and also prove that the people who weren’t family were employed by him.

  Cardinelli came into my office, basking in an air of authority. Scrunching his nose, he made his way over towards my desk, two of his goons flanking at his side.

  “You certainly have filled your Uncle’s office well, Gunn.”

  “Don’t come in here trying to exchange pleasantries, Antonio. Sit down,” I gestured toward the chairs in front of me. The smell of strong cologne and cigars filled the room to the point I wanted to gag. I hated the look of his face, the over-tanned leather of his skin made him look far older than he really was. I had done a lot of research up to this point about the Cardinelli family. They were rumored to be involved in drug rings, money laundering, and a vast number of other law breaking activities. There had been arrests made on some of the crimes, but the case was usually thrown out in court on some technicality.

  I knew the move I was about to make could potentially be a fatal move on my part, however, I couldn’t continue to run this clinic under his thumb. Regardless of the shit that went on in my personal life, I would run this clinic with integrity.

  “You called me here, Doctor. What can I do for you?” Cardinelli asked as he placed his elbow on the chair arm and held his chin in his hand. His Italian accent more prominent as agitation was clearly evident.

  “I’m done, Antonio.”

  “I’m afraid I don’t follow, Doctor.”

  “I mean I’m done with you using my clinic to run your business. I’m finished with you trying to drag the reputation and integrity of my business into the ground. I don’t give a shit what the contract or negotiations you had with my uncle were, this is my clinic now.”

  The two men standing next to Cardinelli stepped forward, pushing back the sides of their jackets to reveal the handguns nestled at their sides. With just the wave of his hand, the two men stepped back as Cardinelli silently signaled for them to do so.

  “You have balls of brass, young man. I’ll give you that. There aren’t many people that will stand up to me or tell me no.”

  “I’m serious, Antonio. You will not get another prescription from me unless
it is medically necessary to do so.”

  He nodded his head, sitting up straighter in the chair and raking his two index fingers over his lips, all the while never taking his eyes off of me.”

  “Carl, Pedro. Leave us.” He demanded to his side hands.

  “Are you sure about that, boss? What if we need to stand in?”

  Cardinelli didn’t say anything in return, only turned and looked at the men. It was all it took for both of the sidekicks to tuck their tails between their legs and leave my office. When the door shut behind them, he turned back around to face me with a small smile on his face.

  “I’m glad you find the situation amusing. I do not.”

  “I’m sure you don’t, Andris. I’m a man of business, plain and simple. You should understand that being one yourself. Here you are telling me that I can no longer run my business and that presents a small problem to me.”

  “That isn’t my problem.”

  “No, it’s not. But like I said, I’m a business man, and I’m willing to cut a deal with you.”

  “I’m not cutting any deals. I’m just cutting you off.”

  The sardonic chuckle that came from his lips was bone chilling. If I said that I wasn’t a little scared by standing up to a man like Antonio Cardinelli, I would be lying. My legs trembled slightly under the armor of my desk in front of me. In the blink of an eye, Cardinelli was standing and had a fistful of my shirt and tie as he pulled me closer to him from across the desk. The stealth move was shocking, especially coming from a man who was clearly pushing seventy years old.

  “Listen you little dick head, if you think that I need you, you are mistaken. I have plenty of resources, so your involvement in my dealings isn’t even a blip on the radar. My wife has taken a liking to you and it keeps her out of my fucking hair. You fuck her and I don’t have to. Fucking bag of bones. But if you think for one minute I am going to let you think you have power over me, you are in for a world of hurt.”

  He pushed me away, causing me to stumble as I held my hand out to grab my chair to keep from planting on my ass. He sat back down in the chair in front of me, smoothing out the imaginary wrinkles in his suit. I stood there staring at him, thinking that standing while he sat gave me back a little bit of my dignity and power.