by Cee Smith
Looking across the hall, I could see the marketing room now filled with my co-workers, and I was reminded of my panties uncomfortably clinging between my cleft. My pussy throbbed with acknowledgement, and instead of plowing through the desks to throw myself back into work, I did the last thing I should have probably done at work.
The bathroom was empty, and I pushed through the first stall. This time I didn’t bother with undressing. I forced my skirt up, settling the material just above my mound. Pushing my panties to the side, I sunk a finger into my depths. Juices flowed around my digit, pooling into my palm as I rocked my whole hand against my cleft. My breath quickened and my limbs tightened as I worked at record pace to get myself off. I didn’t need to add to my embarrassment by having someone walk in to hear me huffing out my orgasm.
The release was nearly painful as my body succumbed to the ache that’d been building practically since the first time I met him. Every orgasm seemed to only alleviate the pressure temporarily. What my body wanted, what it craved was relief from him, and so far the only thing he had done for me was ratchet up my desire. Any day this raging volcano inside was going to explode.
I washed my hands and exited the restroom. I was almost to the marketing room when Catherine cut me off at the pass.
“Indy, I was looking for you. Mr. Belford would like to see you in his office.”
“Oh,” I said brushing my hands down the side of my skirt, suddenly feeling like washing my essence from my hands couldn’t mask what I just did in the washroom. “Did he say what the meeting was about?”
“No. Sorry. Are you available now?”
“Yeah, sure,” I replied. I was already following behind her before the words flew from my mouth.
I left his office, surprisingly, with my head held high, but I returned with a racing heart. Will he be able to smell my juices still lingering on my fingers?
Once inside, Everett nodded his head, indicating to shut the door behind me. I did as he suggested. The sound of the door nearly masked him rising from his chair across the room. He didn’t allow me to enter the room fully. Instead, he met me just inside the door. My body was so close to the door, I could feel the brush of the doorknob at my back.
His lips quirked in a sinister smile and my body sharpened with heightened awareness. Like a dying star, the yellow sunbursts surrounding his irises blackened as his pupils dilated. He stared—breathing me in, absorbing every part of me. I was so focused on his eyes I didn’t realize Everett moved to snatch my hand hanging limply at my side.
Large, soft, warm hands enveloped mine and I remembered what they felt like to touch more of me. I wanted him to order me to strip again, just so I could feel those hands one more time. I knew how irrational that seemed considering the way he had brushed me aside only minutes before, leaving me with no other option but to finish myself off just so I could sit through the rest of the workday without the constant pressure looming between my thighs. None of it made sense, but I had hopped off the rational train a long time ago. There was no getting back on now.
“What do we have here?” With fingers forced open by his, he held my hand to his face, hiding the smirk I was sure lay hidden beneath. He filled his lungs with the fingers that less than ten minutes ago were shoved firmly inside of me.
“Just as I thought. First lesson you’ll learn? These orgasms are now mine.”
If my eyes had gotten any wider they would have fallen from the sockets, but I couldn’t contain myself when his tongue darted out to lick my finger. Epileptic spasms wracked my body at the first feel of his tongue. There were so many places I’d imagined that mouth to touch, and though my finger hadn’t been one of them, there was nothing less erotic about the way he took me between his lips and laved my finger.
“More,” I heard myself whine out when my digit plopped from his mouth. I couldn’t control the thoughts and feelings swirling through me. He called me back in there for something, but I couldn’t remember why I should’ve cared.
He chuckled to himself and left me standing there. Strolling back to his desk, he grabbed a pen and notepad and jotted something down quickly like a doctor prescribing medication. Except there was no medication for my sickness.
“Meet me here later and we’ll go over a proper punishment,” he said handing over a piece of paper. His beautiful calligraphy went unnoticed while my mind finally translated what he was telling me.
“You mean—”
“Don’t be late.” He grasped my chin and somehow I still felt like he was measuring his decision to give me a chance.
“You’re serious?”
“Yes, but Indigo, nothing changes here. What happened today won’t happen again.”
“Of course.”
“Sir…” he said, his eyebrow raised expectantly.
“Of course, I’m sorry. Sir.”
He returned to his desk and I turned to exit his office, smiling to myself.
I did it.
I broke through to him.
Tea is going to shit a brick when I tell her.
“So, wait? You’re telling me you stripped down right there? In his fucking office? Whew, someone is whipped. He already has you wrapped around his little finger, doesn’t he?”
“No! I’m not ‘whipped.’ Well, not yet anyway.”
“So you’re serious about this. You’re going to be his submissive or whatever?”
I opened up my bathroom door, letting the steam billow out into the bedroom. The weight of the towel on my head propelled me through the door as I stumbled to the bed, my foot hitting the frame of it. “Fuck!” I yelled before taking a seat to rub my toe, unwinding my hair from the towel. Tumbling black hair fell around me, and I swept it back and tightened the towel still wrapped around my body.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen, but if I don’t get dressed soon, I’ll be late. And then I know what won’t be happening—me finally getting laid. So are you here to help, or are you just going to watch me lose it here?”
“Can I watch for a little bit longer? It’s quite entertaining.”
I picked up the towel that had just been holding my hair and threw it in the direction of the entrance to my room, where Tea was casually leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed.
“What would your mom say if she saw you right now?” She shook her head, laughing to herself. Her hand morphed into the shape of a phone as she began imitating a phone conversation.
“Hi, yes. Ms. Ericson? I’m sorry Indy isn’t available. She’s down at the local dungeon getting spanked. I’m happy to take a message.”
“Not funny! My mom would be on the first plane out here. She’d probably have me committed and you’d never see or hear from me again, because I’d be spending the rest of my natural born life living in some padded white cell.”
“Oh, loosen up. I’m not telling. Let’s hurry up and get you dressed. If you spend one more night not getting laid you might turn into a frigid princess, and I can’t have that.”
“Now, what do they wear to sex clubs and dungeons and stuff?”
“I did a little research and I think I’ll be fine to dress a little sexy but not slutty. At least not for my first time.”
“Oh, someone’s expecting a repeat performance.”
“Maybe,” I winked over my shoulder as she began swishing hangers in my closet.
“Well, I’d whip you,” Tea smiled at the image of me in the floor-length mirror.
The humid air swelled around me, pushing me faster down the street where I sought refuge in the one place I’d spent weeks thinking about. The place where Everett and I would finally get to spend more than ten minutes together.
A two-story brick building sat unassuming at the end of the block and my phone signaled that I’d reached my destination. Unlike the other club Everett frequented, this one was closer to Midtown West, about ten blocks from his home.
I brushed back any flyaway hairs and pulled down the bottom of my dress, ensuring the tops of my
garters were hidden. Nerves coursed through my hands, drawing out every movement leading to my hand on the large gold door lever. Gold sconces lined the wall, punching the darkened hallway with fists of amber light.
“Good evening,” a girl no older than me greeted in a melodic voice. Her blonde hair was slicked back in a tight ponytail that brushed her shoulders with her slight movements. Even in the dark, I could make out the navy blue of her eyes, made lighter by the black kohl liner. I didn’t know what I expected her to wear in a place like this, but she looked like she owned the place in her designer pantsuit and diamond-tipped fingernails that refracted the light as her hands clutched the podium before her.
“Hi. Good evening.”
“Are you Indigo?”
“H-How did you know?” I asked, looking around, as if I expected to see a Wanted poster with my name and face on it.
“Everett said we should be expecting you. Please, let me get your coat and I’ll show you to his room.”
“His room?” I questioned, still somewhat shocked by everything she’d said. She moved closer, and I could feel the heat from her body lick down across my skin in waves. Her delicate hands wrapped around my wrist, pulling the thin coat from my arms. At the end of the hallway, to the right of her podium, the woman pressed into the wall and out popped a hidden door. She placed my coat inside and then led me through the open room.
My eyes bounced around the room as I tried to take everything in. In the middle of the general area was a stage a foot or two off the ground. No one was currently there, but there looked to be some bench, like a gymnastic bar but a little lower and wider. Thick ropes connected to two nearby posts drew my eyes up to a metal lattice that hung overhead. On the left side of the room was some sort of viewing cage, larger than a New York bedroom, with booths wrapped around three sides.
This felt like the underbelly of the city. A place where all the real action took place. I tried not to look like a kid at the zoo, as the sights and sounds assaulted me from every angle. But then when I took a closer look at the cage and the people sitting in booths watching them, I figured that was the point. The woman taking a pounding with cuffs wrapped around her ankles and some kind of metal bar between her legs with leather stretched around her mouth holding a bright red ball—she wanted to be seen. Perhaps that was her thing.
The woman turned down a hallway and stopped at the second door on the right. It wasn’t until the key was in the lock that I realized they were private rooms. “Everett has left you instructions. He should be here shortly,” she whispered while opening the door. Her soft, alluring voice made me look back into the hall. I didn’t see anyone sharing the space with us, but I imagined these rooms to be occupied. What was happening on the other sides of these doors? I wasn’t sure, but I imagined it to be something similar to what I’d be receiving as soon as Everett walked in the door. The thought alone made me shiver, and I entered the room eager to shake off the cold that had swept over me.
“Have fun. By the way, I’m Gail.” She winked and closed the door behind me. I knew she knew what went on in these rooms, but something about her saying “good luck” made me feel like maybe she knew intimately what happened behind this door, and I wasn’t too sure how I felt about that.
Rather than obsess over the details of what their relationship might have been, I turned around, taking stock of the room where Everett seemed to spend a lot of his time. There was a heaviness to the room, despite the slivers of shining light. Seduction hung from the charcoal walls in the form of accouterments: floggers, chains, paddles, canes. I focused my attention on something, anything to take my mind off of the nerves dueling in my stomach.
A large bed with iron framing and glossy black sheets sat angled toward the door. In the right corner of the room was something that looked like a prie-dieu, except the bottom and top were both covered in leather padding. The only bit of color in the room seemed to come from a large structure to the left of the door. An oversized X-shaped apparatus rose nearly to the ceiling in a flaming red color. Leather straps dangled uselessly to the side. I imagined the feel of that leather on my flesh, how it would feel to be strapped down, completely bare and open, waiting.
You don’t have to tell me it’s sick. I know it is. This perversion and my obsession had haunted me from the moment our eyes first met. When my hair fell through his fingers and I tied his shoes while looking up into those absinthe-colored eyes. He took something from me that day. I didn’t know what. But I’d been looking for it ever since, and I had a feeling I would find it there, in that room, with that man.
Remembering what the woman said, I picked up the note perched atop the leather bench. His words were simple yet beautiful—the workings of a penmanship that seemed antiquated in this day and age.
Remove your clothes and wait.
Everett Belford
I let the card fall back onto the leather, contemplating just what he had in mind for our night together. It was the first time we’d actually be alone, and the thought exhilarated yet terrified me. I took another look around the room, feeling his eyes watching me from every vantage point. That was how I felt that first day we met, like his eyes were watching me, tempting me to meet his. Like our history and future were held in that one look.
Had fate led me to this point? I thought as my fingers found the cold metal of my zipper, dragging until the material flayed, exposing my naked back to the warm air. I undressed slower than usual, careful of the way my body curled in on itself as I unwrapped myself from the dress. The material fell to the floor, and I stood in nothing but my heels, garters, and a g-string staring blankly at the bundled clothing at my feet. Glancing around the room, I found a wooden chair to set my clothes. I folded my dress and placed it on the chair. My breath stuttered in my lungs as I leaned over to take off my heels and remove my underwear.
The sound of the bed creaking as I climbed atop it was a haunting sound like splintered wood yawning in an old house. It made me more aware of my obvious loneliness and the fact that I was left waiting. Hadn’t I waited long enough? Everett didn’t know this though. He didn’t know how many nights I’d pined for the man who took control of my body and invaded my thoughts with nothing more than the way he held his body and commanded my attention. The thought sent a tingle of awareness down my body as my skin slid across the silk. My lungs quickened, forcing breath in and out as my sense of touch was heightened.
I don’t know how much time passed as I stared at the ceiling, waiting for what? I didn’t know. A signal maybe? Something to show me what I was supposed to do next. I had a feeling this was what got Everett off. He liked the wait. He liked to draw it out, prolong whatever was happening between us. He wanted my anticipation at near-explosive levels, so by the time he finally paid me any attention, I was like a dog lapping at his feet for love—anything to make me feel like I was worthy.
A jumbled mess of nerves, I could feel a light film of sweat gather along my brow and upper lip. I was too scared to move, afraid that anything I did outside of the note would be his excuse to dismiss me as being incapable. For what? I was still unsure. I knew he had kinks, but I had no idea how far his depravity actually went. But my eagerness to follow him down the rabbit hole was what had gotten me there in the first place, and I wasn’t leaving until I saw through the looking glass.
Just as my eyes grew heavy and my lids began to fall, the snick of the door slammed through my eardrums, kicking my calm heart into a thundering tempo.
Wednesday, September 16th Continued
He walked into the room and while my eyes took in every inch of him, he had yet to acknowledge me. The door shut just as quickly as it’d opened, and for the first time ever, I was completely alone with Everett—my boss, my stranger.
My thoughts drifted back to the last time I was sprawled out on the bed naked and waiting for him. Except I didn’t exactly get him. I wasn’t so sure I’d have any more of him this time, but I hoped so. There was nothing stopping him or me from taking
things further.
The sound of his steps crackled through the room, sending a course of energy rippling through me. There were so many possibilities of what he could do to me, so many thoughts that filled my mind of how he’d take me that I was surprised I was able to lie still with the restlessness surging through me.
He wore the same suit from earlier, showcasing his long legs and thick thighs, those tapered hips and that wide chest. My eyes continued drifting higher, taking in the smooth column of his neck, the strong angle of his jaw, the full set of those lips. Reflexively, as if feeling euphoric tingles burst across my lips, my hand met my mouth. Pressing down, I relived the moment when his lips met mine. How I craved for more, how I wanted his lips to find every part of my body and kiss away the hollow feeling that had found its way into every piece of me in his absence.
“Uh, uh, uh.”
Other than the click of his shoes, this was the first sound I’d heard from him since he entered the room. My eyes darted up to meet his, seeking something, some kind of information to tell me what happened next. However, when I looked up, I only saw his profile, could only make out the fixed determination his face usually held. If it weren’t for the curve of his long eyelashes or the stubble that marked his long day, I would have thought he was a statue come to life. Those thick eyebrows, that strong nose that didn’t so much as have a crook or bump to offset the perfection of his face, his impenetrable stare—I had dreamed about those features. In my dreams his eyes were like lasers that I couldn’t bring my eyes to meet. Those green orbs took ahold of something inside me that I couldn’t explain, but I could feel course through every part of me. They took ahold of me like invisible chains—there to hold me just for his amusement.
My fingers swiped across my lips one last time before I let my hand fall back against the slickness of the sheets. Everett continued his progression across the room until he stood before the dresser, next to the bench where I found his note. His movements were precise, mechanical even, as he opened the drawer. He reached in and pulled a couple things out, but from this angle and this distance, I was unable to see just what it was he carried. Every new movement had me on edge as I patiently waited for acknowledgment from him. Yet, he still hadn’t so much as looked my way.