Tabula Rasa(60)

He pushed a finger inside me. “Maybe I should punish you more if this excites you so much.”

I shook my head furiously. “No, please... no. I can’t help how my body reacts, please, please Shannon.”

He smacked my ass. “Sir,” he corrected. “Don’t try to get personal with me. I know what you’re doing. If you’d been a good girl in the first place, this wouldn’t be happening.”

Shannon moved on to the second candle and a new fresh piece of skin. I gripped the edge of the table as he poured all the wax over me at once.

“Shit!” I shouted.

“Tell me you’re sorry, Elodie.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. P-please. Please, I won’t do it again.”

He moved close to my ear and whispered, “You may as well have a little fun occasionally, I’ll probably do this to you anyway.”

“N-not this much, okay?”

“Be good and we’ll see.”

After the third candle and a lot of panicked tears and pleading, Shannon did something miraculous. He showed mercy and blew out the other candles.

“T-thank you, Sir.” In some strange way I was sure this meant something. Why should he show me any mercy when he liked this so much and when it wasn’t going to actually harm me? Did my distress bother him now? Was that possible?

In moments like this, he was more human to me. It seemed as though we had some sort of real connection. It wasn’t hard to imagine he was a regular guy, and I was his regular girlfriend. No trauma or skeletons in our respective closets

My hands went limp, no longer clutching at the desk. Despite how much it had hurt, I was humiliated to realize how wet I was now. Shannon chuckled as his hand moved between my legs.

“Despite your protests and begging, part of you likes that,” he growled.

I didn’t bother denying it. For better or worse it tripped my wires, and delivering it tripped Shannon’s. With the fingers of one hand, he stroked my clit, and with the fingers of the other, he penetrated me. Both of those large, strong hands touching me like that had me gripping the desk and begging again, this time for more.

“Please,” I panted as I moved with him.

“I want you to come for me. Come harder than you’ve ever come. I want to feel it. If you don’t, I’m going to have to relight those candles.”

The panic of that possibility sent me spiraling into the strongest, hardest orgasm I’d ever had, not only with Shannon, but ever.

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear. “You know I hate messes.” He held his hand next to my face and I obediently licked my juices up.

While my breathing went back to normal, he uncuffed me from the desk and peeled the hardened wax off my skin. He ran his fingertips over the places where it had dripped. “You’ve got a few burn marks, but they aren’t serious. Go get cleaned up and I’ll take you out for dinner. There’s a nice little Italian place on the other end of town. Do you like Italian?”

What the f*ck? Not that I was complaining about being taken to a nice dinner, but what the actual f*ck was going on? I wasn’t stupid enough to verbalize this, however.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, then we’ll go as soon as you get ready.” He put everything that looked like an impromptu dungeon, back in the lower desk drawer and gave me my lingerie, then took out his laptop. “I need to make a private call, so if you’ll close the door behind you.”

I nodded absently, still not sure I’d heard him right about going out for dinner. Though why shouldn’t we go out? I’d already proven, given total free reign and him probably out of the state somewhere for days, that I would return right back to my crate like a good dog.

“Do you want me to take the candles?”

He glanced up sharply, that look of disapproval on his face. That would be a no.

“O-okay.” I bumbled awkwardly out of his office and shut the door. Now with my memories back, I knew I’d been somewhat sexually adventurous. At least before Professor Stevens. And I’d been largely comfortable with my own nudity even outside of a sexual context.

A lot of people separated nudity into categories. There was shower nudity, always okay. There was sex nudity... largely essential and normal and nobody felt uncomfortable because everybody naked was engaged in a shared naked activity. And then there was random walking around the house nudity, which most people were only okay with inside a long term relationship involving plenty of random nudity.

I had been okay with random nudity, even in a full frat house after all the sex and games were over. I was just that way. But with Shannon it was different. I felt so overwhelmingly awkward when he looked at me that way outside a specific sexual context. If we were engaged in some naughty activity, fine, but otherwise... let’s just say I was more than relieved to close his office door and be outside his line of sight.

The white cat gave me a dirty look and stalked me up the stairs. I’d meant to ask Shannon how nice the place was and what I should wear, but I’d been caught off guard by his continued irritation over the candles, the way he watched me move, as well as knowing that this private call most likely involved his latest hit.

There was no way I’d go back in there and interrupt such a call to ask about wardrobe, so instead, I selected a simple navy summer dress with a cardigan to go over it. It was still winter... if you could call it that. The temperature had peaked at fifty-five, and wouldn’t drop below forty until well after midnight.