Chapter 22 Collette
I needed sex. All of it. Not just the words, or promises, I wanted to feel a warm body on top of me.
Ian could provide all of that. Yet he wasn’t, and it was driving me insane.
Even though he stopped touching me, for all intents and purposes, I was still his professional assistant in the workplace five days a week, and then nights and weekends it was back to the torture chamber. Except that now, it was a more pleasant form of torture. One that I looked forward to instead of hating.
He continued to use his other methods of torture that I’d never experienced before. It was a new way to try and break me. Rather than taking away things, he was giving me things.
Freedom. Well, more of it compared to what I’d had just weeks ago. It was as if he thought that by buying me things and letting me out of the basement, it was going to make up for the lack of sex.
How sad was it that I now equated sexual fantasies with the real thing? I needed to get a life.
It appeared that he was giving me a moment to adjust to working before regaling me with more stories of sexual pleasure.
I could do both. I wanted to scream at him to pay attention to me again.
All day at the office, I did my best to get his attention, breaking my own rules.
While we had a lot of work to do, I would make sure to bend over farther than needed so that my cleavage was right there in line with his vision.
I found myself dropping things so I could pick them up with my ass in the air.
It seemed like I might have gotten through to him when I stood up and thought he had heat in his eyes. My core heated at the possibility.
Although, I thought I was imagining it until he started to up the ante that evening.
After another touchless dinner, my frustration was growing. Not only did I hate that I craved his touch, but I didn’t want to touch myself and give him the satisfaction of watching me. After two weeks of no caresses or sexual fantasies, I was practically vibrating with sexual frustration and tension.
It didn’t help that he’d chosen that meal to start a new type of fantasy.
“I’ll take your body and use silk cords to tie your hands to the headboard so that you can’t move. Using more of the same silk chords on your ankles, I’ll lightly tie them to the bed using the loops there for that purpose.”
“A match strikes and I can see the fear and worry in your eyes about what I might do with a flame over your body,”
he leaned over and whispered, hot breath racing over my skin.
“Instead, I light a candle, waiting for the wick to catch. Then I begin to drip the candle wax, leaving small drops all over your breast.”
I inhaled, my body going rigid when he said the words. I’d heard of people using candle wax erotically but had always thought it was weird until now.
The image of him dripping it down my body made me shiver in anticipation.
“Not too much wax of course, just enough to leave perfect little wax patterns across your stomach and down your thighs. Then as the wax begins to dry and you start to come down from the sensation,”
his smile made me clench in anticipation, “I’ll bring the bottle of warm honey and drip it over your taunt, perky breasts. Making a line around all of the wax cooling on your skin. I’ll continue all the way down to your bare flesh as goosebumps break out. The mixture of hot causes you to feel cold everywhere else.” His deep voice was hitting all the notes that made me want to groan.
Nails digging into the couch cushions, I held back—not wanting to give him the reaction that he was looking for.
Hearing his words were bad enough, but the expression on his face made my nether regions clench. Having him explore this sexual fantasy with the lights on was even more tortuous than if he’d done it in the dark.
“With just two small drops hitting your clit, as I hold your sexy layers open, I dribble over you just a bit. Your body shivers again, and I feel the trembles before I lower my tongue to your skin.”
Groans leak from my lips as I sit there listening to his words.
“Each lick of my tongue has you holding your breath. By the time I lick that last drop off of your little nub and lips, you’re coming off the bed, tearing at the silk straps, begging me to touch you. Begging me for more as your need for climax reaches a high.”
I was about to come off the couch now. Much less if he were actually doing all those things to me. My body would have already come multiple times, and his cock would still be sheathed inside his pants.
“I’ve been quiet for weeks and haven’t said anything about my treatment for this arrangement.”
Unable to stand it anymore. I blurt out, breaking the moment of any sexual vibes. “This kind of torture is too much.” I finally exploded. “Why are you doing this to me? When are you actually going to make good on all of these fantasies? Or am I simply here to listen to all the things you wish you could do?”
In sync with his movements I could feel him smile as he leaned closer to whisper in my ear.
“You will have to beg for my touch. If you really want it, you will have to submit to me completely.”
He rose and turned away from me, but his back remained just inches from my face. “You chose this. Remember that?”
With that simple response, he left. The fantasy unfinished and my body on fire, I sank back onto the couch cushions with a shocked expression.
He was waiting for me to ask him for sex? Was it really that simple?
How much more could I submit and not lose myself completely?
No matter how much I’d chosen this, it still didn’t feel that way.
***
The next morning, he arrived just as I stepped out of the shower.
A slight knock on the door alerted me to his presence.
“Don’t get dressed or put your butt plug in. Come out here first, please.”
Curious and beyond caring if he saw me naked, I walked out into the living area.
Water was still running down my body from the shower.
“Geeze.”
He ran a hand over his face. “It wasn’t so urgent you couldn’t have dried off first.”
I simply shrugged, uncaring at this point.
“What did you need?”
“Turn around, ass in the air.”
Deciding to be sassy because I didn’t have much to lose, I did as asked, making sure that my ass wiggled as much as possible.
“Are you finally going to relent and stick your cock in me?”
He didn’t answer, but rubbed lube over my asshole in a rough manner.
“Did the last plug lose its tracking device? Did I need an upgrade?”
I chuckled at my own cleverness until an object twice the size of the plug I’d had in before tried to breach my ass.
I shut my eyes and clenched my jaw. Not wanting him to have the satisfaction of my discomfort.
Still not being gentle, he shoved it in and took it right back out. There wasn’t nearly as much resistance as the first time, but it still had me wincing.
“Ow, that hurts.”
I reached back to pull my cheeks apart, hoping that it would help.
“Oh, really? Did you expect love and tenderness from our arrangement?”
He snickered at my naivety. “You need to be fucked, but the choice is up to you.”
This time, he put one that was slightly bigger in instead. I had no idea there were bigger ones. It filled me, and I wiggled. That wasn’t going to make it come out. If anything, this one was in there good and tight.
“When you test me and smart off like that, then there are consequences for your actions.”
He slapped my ass harshly. “Get yourself dressed.”
No dignified way to walk it off, I hurried to the bathroom where I’d left my clothes.
When I returned, I was dressed for the day and wearing this large bulbous thing called a plug that made me want to ride a dick more than ever in my life.
My features were schooled to show no emotion. I wasn’t going to let him win and this was the only way I knew to do it.
Breakfast was a quiet affair with no extra punishments.
As an added incentive for him to jump me, with my permission of course, I had kept my bra off for the day.
I wasn’t large enough that it was going to hurt not to wear one, but it was going to get his attention.
Ian didn’t speak when we’d finished, but held out his arm to escort me to the office.
Again, I worked hard to make all my assets stand out. No one else was in the room with us, so I managed to spill a little water on my blouse during lunch.
My nipples were predominantly displayed as if there wasn’t a shirt covering them.
He leaned over and pointed to a couple of items on the data sheets in front of me.
“This here is the problem. Find a way to work around that and all the rest will fall into place.”
His finger brushed a hair out of the way as he whispered in my ear.
“Nice try, but I’ve withheld from temptation many times over the years. I can outlast you any day. Besides, I have a tasty little story for us this evening.”
His voice rumbled over my neck, and I had to steel my body not to react.
“I’ll be out of the room for the afternoon, make sure those numbers are done before you leave for the day.”
He patted my shoulder and disappeared.
He had a habit of disappearing and appearing when he wanted to. It was irritating. I still had no idea how he did it.
There wasn’t any time to think about what he was capable of because I had to get these numbers done. It was the job I was being paid to do.
Rossi had left when Ian did, and I lost track of how long I’d been working until the door opened.
“The boss says to take a break, eat, and come back to it after dinner.”
His gruff manner continued to throw me off. I wasn’t sure if he was simply mad all the time or that was just the way he’d been made.
“That is a wonderful idea.”
I stood, stretching. Rossi never even looked in my direction.
Either he was gay or knew that I was off limits. It was nice to know that I was untouchable unless the boss himself wanted me dead.
With that much power, he could have ordered it done and Rossi would have shot Andy without a blink.
That made a lot more sense in the scheme of things, I thought as I walked to the restroom to handle my needs. He never had to get his hands dirty. So there would be that separation from ordering a kill to doing the deed himself. Was that the difference? Why I experienced one side? Why I actually felt safe with him?
Why did Ian have my best interests at heart? When did I start thinking of him as Ian?
I had been so tied up in work that I’d literally ignored all of the signs that I should get up and move around.
He’d known even when I didn’t.
Trying to find the evidence I needed was going to be so much harder than I’d imagined it would be. He wasn’t going to keep something like that just lying around for a new assistant to stumble upon. It would have been buried so deep that only he would be able to find it.
Drying my hands, I walked out of the room with a glance around to find the cameras.
It was creepy that Ian had to check in on me all the time. Was there ever a time that he trusted people? Someone special must have really hurt him.
Why was I trying to excuse his behavior?
There wasn’t this much corporate espionage to elicit this level of response from him. Something else must be behind his actions. I just had to figure out what it was.
What was his reason for such tight control?
I ate the food that Rossi had delivered as I looked over the files from a new angle.
He was always yammering on about how it was my choice. Maybe it was time to find out about his choice. I had been going about this in the wrong manner, I needed to break him and not the other way around.
“My choice my ass,”
I murmured happily. He was about to find out how sickeningly sweet I could be when I wanted to get my way.