Chapter Thirteen
Spinning myself, I giggled when I nearly fell off the chair. The carpet rubbed the skin on my feet where I dragged them before pushing off again, whirling in a circle. The plain grey ceiling blurred as the giddiness inside faded.
“Shit,” I muttered as the chair crashed over, taking me with it.
Lying back on the hard carpet, I blinked to try and calm my crazy mind. The ceiling was ugly. In fact, the whole place was really crappy and considering I worked for a designer, it was time to change things.
Laughing, I jumped up and turned my laptop on, ready to use the company expenses.
A smile crossed my face as I remembered the episode in the club bathroom the day before. Joseph had been texting me since, making sure that I hadn't somehow traumatised myself. Except, it had done the opposite. A whole heavy weight had lifted and I was free to be me for the first time in a long time.
Ordering some paint online, I giggled again and got up from my chair, freezing when the buzzer for my office went. It had been so long since I'd had a visitor except Joseph, who was just finishing up on a job, I forgot what I had to do next. When the loud buzzer sounded again, I rushed to the door and opened it. Two men stood there with a huge box, almost the size of me, standing on wheels.
“Delivery for Lola?” the tall one said.
Frowning, I stood back and gestured for them to enter. They had to manoeuvre the box several times before it came in on the metal wheels.
“Do you know what it is?” I asked, trying to remember if I'd ordered something for Joe’s new job.
The men shook their heads and grunted, handing me a tablet to sign. As if anyone could do their signature on those things anyway. Still, I squiggled something and handed it back, turning to the huge parcel as they left me, closing the door behind them. Maybe Joe had got the cot delivered to the office instead of the house and had forgotten to tell me. I'd seen the design of the cot and it would've had to be custom made to fit properly .
A thrill ran over my skin and goosebumps popped up as I grabbed a knife from the kitchenette. Stabbing the tape that sealed the box, I yanked the blade through it, all the way from the top to the bottom. I had to pull and tug at the cardboard to get it off the huge item inside. Once the room looked like a grenade had gone off, I stepped back and studied the... chair?
One thing was for certain, there wasn't a cot in the box. It was a contraption of some sort. My insides flip-flopped as I stepped closer and ran my gaze down the dark wooden chair. It was a high- backed seat with two leather padded arms and four sturdy legs. Black leather straps with holes and a buckle hung from both arms and the front two legs. Shit, it looked like the sex chair from the historical series of Reign. I wasn't going to lie, my breath was coming short and my palms were slick.
“Is that...?” I whispered, moving closer. “It's a fucking dildo.”
Laughter burst from me as I reached for the pink vibrator. It was a rabbit type with the two ears at the front and... it didn't budge when I pulled at it, trying to pick it up. The toy was glued to the chair, facing the back as if it had grown out of it the wrong way or something. What the… ?
My phone rang and I turned to look at it, vibrating on the desk. Only two people knew the address of where I worked. Either my friend, or my boss, had sent the strange contraption. The only other option was that one of our clients had accidentally had the delivery sent to the wrong person.
Snatching up my phone, I answered Joseph's call. “Joe, I think one of the clients has sent–”
“They haven't,” he cut me off, his tone hard, “it's from me.”
“What now?” I blurted, my eyes widening.I'd just noticed the hand cuffs on the top of the chair, hanging over the high back. “What the fuck is it?”
A deep chuckle dribbled into my ear and I swallowed my shock down. Clearly, whatever it was, wasn't a surprise to Joseph. Which meant I was completely out of my league because it looked like some weird torture device that belonged in the 50 Shades of Grey movie.
“Let's just say,” he murmured, “I have a kink. And I wondered if you'd like to partake.”
Humming, I went closer to the chair. Ah, yes, I'd forgotten about his previous confession. In fact, I'd been so wrapped up in my own life, I'd completely missed the opportunity to ask him about his so-called kink. A chill rushed over me, despite the warmth of the office. I'd read the books, I'd seen the movie a few times, and even had a naughty fantasy or two about being spanked... but this?
“I... er...” Stuttering, I tried to think of what to say, what to do.
The old Lola would've balked at something so out there, a little afraid to experiment in the sexy department with a new man. However, I’d been reborn the moment I'd taken my life back... and orgasmed deliciously, on the bathroom floor.
“This is a little introduction to my world,” Joseph went on. “You'll get to know me and what makes me tick. You'll understand who I am and why I do this, the more you indulge me.”
“Indulge you?” Clearing my squeaky throat, I went on. “How do I do that exactly? Will you meet me here? I mean, I've read a few saucy books, but I've never, you know...” Leaning forward, I poked the dildo,“...done BDSM with anyone.”
His chuckle was loud in my ear. “There's no need to poke it like it's a dead mouse.”
I froze at his words. The spooky kind of chill gripped me as I straightened up and looked around, expecting to see Joe hiding in the corner or something.
“Don't panic,” he muttered, “please. ”
“How do you know that I just...? Are you spying on me?” My voice was high pitched as I trod around the chair, heading towards the door and swinging it open, just in case he was standing on the other side and could see through wood. Nope, my freaky boss wasn't there, it was just fresh air.
“I have been spying on you,” he said down the phone, “and I'm not sorry.”
I stood on the threshold of the door, ready to run the fuck out of there. And yet, there was that zing of excitement, pulsing deep within me. “Not this whole time?”
His hummed affirmative made me swallow hard. I'd slated him and masturbated, numerous times, within these four walls. And all along, he'd been watching me. There was a kink and then there was messed up.
“You took everything from me yesterday,” he muttered, “and it was so fucking sweet. However, you need more.”
“More?”
The door slowly closed as my hand pushed it against my own better judgement. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about our interaction in the bathroom, it had literally played out in my mind a thousand times in the last twenty-four hours. Joe had pushed me to breaking point, using his masculine energy to force me to face the pain that had been inflicted on me since I was young. Maybe his technique could help me to come out of my shell.
His breathing was loud in my ear as I turned back to the room and whispered into the phone. “What more can you give?”
The hitch in his throat made me shudder. He liked that I had stayed, liked that I was open to hear him out. He knew that it had been a risk to tell me about his spying, but a little part of me was pleased that he hadn't been put off me after watching me for months.
“You've scratched the surface of your trauma,” he said, “barely taking back an inch of the miles of power you gave away.”
“Gave away?” I choked, tempted to march straight out of the room. “You are fucking kidding me?”
Clearing his throat, he stalled before he replied. “Okay, let me rephrase that. Barely clearing the dirt that they smeared you with.”
Maybe it was just my young mind, but I didn't quite get what he was trying to convey. He had gone from straight talking boss to cryptic sex-god. And I was too stupid not to enjoy it.
“I can heal you,” he said, no doubt smiling at my idiocy.
Shaking my head, I stepped towards the chair, eyeing the dildo that stood proud and unapologetic. I had used toys on myself, but I’d never glued one to a chair, I had to admit.
“So...” I gestured at the contraption. “How is this going to help me to heal, exactly?”
“Put me on loudspeaker,” he purred, sending tingles over my spine, “and I'll show you.”
Doing as he asked, I placed the phone on the desk and waited for him to continue. My insides were quivering as I looked towards the chair, suddenly shy of what he might ask of me. Anyone else would've told me to run away and never look back. But no, for some bizarre reason, I wanted in on the madness.
“I can't believe you've been watching me. Can you see me now?” I ran a hand over the leather on the arm of the chair. “What am I doing?”
His voice was calm, if a bit tight, when he replied. “I had to make sure that you were the one I was looking for, and for that, I had to know how you acted in private. You're curious now,” he went on, “exploring my gift with your hand.”
I stilled my fingers, only resuming my stroking when a zip of excitement clenched my pussy. The strain in his voice told me that he liked my innocent approach. And I was only too happy to oblige.
“This is new to me,” I said, smiling when he inhaled sharply, “I need help to understand how to use it. Will you come and show me?”
His cough was the only indication that he liked the idea. And yet, he hummed a negative. “No, I need to test you.”
“Test me?” I frowned and glanced over my shoulder, unsure where the hidden camera was filming me from. “In what way?”
Apprehension pulled at my mind, trying to make me see common sense. Intrigue was the demon, sitting on my shoulder and encouraging me to go ahead, play the game.
“I've let you take what you want from me, now I want a favour in return.” His voice was gravelly and oh so sexy.
Licking my lips, I grinned. “How could I not thank you for your part in my healing?”
A chuckle rumbled through the phone. “Oh, you've got a way to go yet, my little one. However, this is all part of the fun.”
Choosing to ignore his cryptic words, I slunk around the chair, running my hand over the back and touching the handcuffs lightly. I hadn't noticed the silk bag hanging on the bottom of the chair, gaping open to reveal a mask and some other goodies. Bending down, I took the mask out, feeling the soft silk black material with the tips of my fingers. The fluttering in my stomach increased as I stood up and held the mask in the air.
“Now,” I said, tilting my head to the side, “this is pretty. But what's the point in me using it if you're not here to tease me?”
“Because if you can't see, it increases the pleasure. Once you've finished exploring, I'd like to start.” His sharp tone made me straighten.
That tinge of excitement made the hairs on the back of my neck stand tall. Why was his authority turning me on? Was I into this? Like full on 50 shades of wanting to be fucked by a dildo chair? Hell yeah, I was.
“Let's do this,” I said, gravitating towards the dildo. “Shall I turn this on?”
“No!” he barked, “not yet.”
Pulling my hand away, I stayed crouched beside the chair, almost too afraid to move. I hadn't heard him raise his voice yet, and quite frankly, he was rude... in a good way.
“Strip for me,” he ordered. “Slowly.”
Oh Mr Kinky, where had you been all my life? Standing, I went to put the mask on the chair. He tutted as if I were a naughty child.
“No, my angel,” he said, his voice smooth, “put it on. ”
A quiver shot through me as I pulled the mask over my eyes, suddenly nervous about our new game as darkness descended. Who was this man who had been hiding behind the screen? The man who had been stoic and almost bored every time he spoke to me. Now, he was a beast. A wolf hiding in plain sight, ready to bite if I did anything wrong.
“I've read too many paranormal books,” I quipped as I reached for the hem of my top.
“Please,” he pleaded, “be quiet.”
The quiver in his voice matched my own. Oh goody, he was just as excited as me. But I had to be quiet. Was that the whole time? Or just while I stripped? Oh shit, I was overthinking it now, too unsure to know what to do.
“Do you need me to guide you?” he muttered.
Nodding, I swallowed and held my arms to the side, ready for his direction. A calmness overtook me, tingling through my nerves and pushing all thoughts out of my head. As the silence resounded around the room, I pulled my fingernails into my palms. The quiet made my chest tighten as old fears and insecurities arose. What if he changed his mind, now that he could see how inexperienced I was?
“Take off your top,” he said, “slowly.”
Fumbling with the hem of my top, I pulled it up and over my head, almost knocking the mask off as the material dragged over my hair. The cool air swirled around my bare skin, caressing and soothing, all at the same time. My nipples hardened under my bra and the erotic nature of my undressing lit a fire in the pit of my stomach.
“And now?” I said, letting the top fall from my hands.
“Your tights.” His tone was low. “Roll them off slowly but leave your skirt on.”
My stomach flip-flopped as I reached under my skirt and pushed my tights down my legs. “That feels nice,” I whispered, unsure whether he would berate me for talking.
“Describe it,” he ordered.
“The material is licking my skin as I pull it down my legs, caressing every inch of me until it leaves my toes.”
He hummed appreciatively and I smiled, glad that I had pleased him with my words. I had the urge to please him some more, but I had to be a good girl and allow him to lead me.
“Feel for the chair, my little one,” he coaxed, “and climb onto the seat with your knees, careful not to touch the vibrator.”
Shit, my pussy soaked my underwear as I did as I was told, using my hands to feel for the seat and placing my knees either side of the dildo. I held myself up with the back of the chair, waiting, again. A shiver ran over me and I trembled from excitement.
“That's it,” he murmured, “spread your legs for me. Now, lean on the top of the chair and reach down to turn the vibrator on.”
My mouth dried as I felt for the long shaft, using my fingers to find the buttons. The whole thing started to vibrate violently as I accidentally knocked it. A small laugh slipped from me as the buzz filled the quiet room and my hand shot away.
“Don't laugh!” Joe snapped, his voice harsh.
I pursed my lips and nodded, my arms shaking as I awaited his next command.
“Now grab the top of the chair,” he said tightly, “and rub yourself on the head of the vibrator.”
Breathing deep, I held on to the wood and lowered my hips until the buzzing of the dildo came into contact with my crotch. The shock of the vibration made me gasp as I pushed myself harder against it. Lovely sparks of pleasure spread from my core to my clitoris and back.
“How does it feel?” he called.
“Naughty,” I replied, biting my lip as my hips gyrated against the gadget, “but so good. ”
His chuckle was followed by the sound of the phone going dead. I paused, about to clamber off the seat to phone him back.
“Don't move,” his voice echoed in the room.
My heart jumped into my head and I almost fell backwards off the chair. His hands caught my hips, steadying me before I could make a complete twat of myself. The rhythm of my insides was irregular as I reached up to pull the mask off. He caught my hands and pulled them back to the top of the chair.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered near my ear.
I hadn't heard him creep in. In fact, how had I not heard him ask me how it felt to be grinding on a vibrator? A shudder moved me as I squeaked an affirmative.
“I like that you're here.” I relaxed, only flinching slightly when the cold of metal wrapped around my wrists.
Oh, bloody hell, it was one thing following his lead when he wasn't in the room, but now? He was handcuffing me to the crazy contraption, giving himself complete control over me. I wasn't sure I was ready.
“You're shivering,” he said, caressing a hand down my arm. “And you have goosebumps. Are you cold? ”
Shaking my head, I wet my lips and let my mouth open, unable to express the emotions that were pulling at me. On one hand, I wanted him to do what he wanted. On the other, I was afraid of letting someone get too close. No one had been able to get inside my little mind, my big heart, or anywhere else, really.
His scent filtered up my nose as he brushed his stubbly jaw against my cheek. “Don't fear me,” he murmured, “I only want to release what's inside of you.”
“I'm not sure I'm ready for that.”Gripping the top of the chair, I squeezed the wood as he gently kissed my neck.
My head fell back and my eyes closed against the dark material. The feel of him against my skin when I couldn't see made it even more erotic.
“Do you know what's inside of you? Begging to come out?” His mouth moved against my skin as it trailed down my shoulder.
Swallowing, I pressed my tongue between my lips. “No, but whatever it is, I'm afraid of it.”
He stepped around the side of the chair, running his hand down my chest from behind. The other hand pushed me forward, edging me closer to the dildo. “Don't be afraid. You're vulnerable, yes, but I'm here to guide you. Just listen to me and know that I'll take you there.”
“Where?” My breath hitched when he grabbed both of my hips and pushed me forward, onto the vibrator.
Holding tightly to the chair, I tried to steady my shaky knees as the vibration of the dildo hit me right on the clitoris. Rubbing myself against it, I let my head drop back and moved my head side to side to brush my hair against the skin on my bare back.
“No more questions.” He stroked up the back of my thighs and under my skirt, cupping my buttocks and squeezing gently.
Every nerve in my body was on high alert, sending my senses into overdrive. I couldn't see him, which only added to the heightened awareness. My pussy was heavy with desire and my clit was tingling. It wouldn't take much to send me over the edge, in fact–
“Slow down,” he said, “you should take your time. You cannot orgasm until I allow it.”
Huh?
Panting, I slowed my grinding but groaned when he reached between my legs and moved my underwear to the side. He then guided the vibrator to my entrance, rubbing it around my sensitive skin. The touch of his fingers made me whine and I tried to sit down, to get more of him inside me. He used his free hand to hold me under the armpit, forcing me to stay higher above the vibrator than I would've liked.
“Don't be naughty,” he said, pinching my arse cheek.
The sharp pang of pain, mixed with the pulsing of my vagina, made me go still. Oh, well that was a sensation I had never experienced before. His hand pressed my shoulder so I sunk down onto the head of the vibrator. My walls clenched the plastic, sliding easily from the juices that had soaked my underwear.
“I need more,” I muttered, “I need you.”
His hands travelled up my back and onto my shoulders as my knees trembled from trying to balance. The soft touch made me quiver all the more. I was so ready to orgasm, to release all the pent up desire that flooded me.
Leaning against me, he pushed me even more. My vagina stretched around the dildo and my head rested back against his shoulder. A long low moan escaped me as the vibrator of the dildo ears hit my clitoris, almost sending me straight over the edge.
“That's it.” He huffed in my ear. “Do as I tell you.”
“But,” I pleaded, “I want you. ”
His head nudged mine as he shook it. “No, I need to make sure you're mine before I take you.”
The intensity of the rabbit ears made me shudder and I rose up the shaft, only to plunge back down again. My vagina clenched the fake penis as Joe pinched my nipples hard, sending shots of pleasure throughout my body and almost pushing me over the edge.
“I'm yours.” I panted as I pushed myself down again.
The buzzing ears caressed my clitoris and I barely held on to the back of the tall chair as my arms shook violently. Joseph held me up from behind, thrusting his hips into my rear and grinding. I could feel the warm pulse of his penis where it nudged my arse. Oh shit, I was going to...
He stretched my arse cheeks wide and pushed his cock between them, rubbing himself as I thrust onto the dildo once, twice. The tingles rose through my clit, spread into my core and exploded outwards, crashing down and down. My arms gave way as the pleasure poured through me and I stretched back, my mouth wide open in a silent scream. Joe held me tight against him, still pushing his cock up between my arse cheeks until he went still and groaned, burying his mouth against my neck. Hot liquid hit my back and I smiled as my own peak started to ebb.
“Fuckkkkk...” I drawled, the sound of my heavy breath loud as my body hummed.
Joe chuckled as he kissed my ear and moved back. The cool air was a balm to my wet skin as it stroked over it, only adding to the gorgeousness of post-coital orgasm.
“That was delicious,” Joseph said, stepping around the chair to face me.
I shifted off the dildo and went to pull my legs out. Joe's hands caught mine on the top of the chair, holding tightly as he flicked up one of the handcuffs and snapped it around my wrist. The cold metal shocked me as I flicked my head in an attempt to remove the mask.
“Wait,” I said, frowning, “what are you doing?”
His fingers caressed my skin as he lifted the mask from my eyes and smiled down at me. I stared up at him, my forehead creased as he leaned towards me and kissed my lips gently. “Tell me,” he whispered, touching his nose against mine, “what happened to you.”
“Nothing,” I blurted, not wanting to go there when we'd just shared an exquisite experience together. “I told you, I was abandoned. ”
The air rushed out of his lungs, fanning my face with his minty breath. “Come now,” he said, squeezing my hand, “you said you were mine, which means I want to know all of you.”
“I...” The intensity of his gaze made me melt into the chair and I became very aware of the vibrator, which had mysteriously been turned off, prodding me in the butt, not far from where he had squirted all over me. “...don't know if I can.”
He waited, forcing me to look into his eyes every time I tried to look away. His hand held my jaw tight, trapping me so that I had to face him, or rather, face myself.
“I sometimes struggle to sleep,” I blurted, relaxing when his grip turned soft, “because I see him in my dreams. My foster father pretended that he was being a caring person by encouraging – and I say that sarcastically – me to hone my academic skills in school.”
Joseph looked to the side, for just a split second, and I read his expression immediately.
“You think it's a good thing to beat children if they don't have academic skills? To smack their bare arse with a ruler until skin’s broken?” I said, narrowing my gaze on him as heat fired my insides. “You think that it's okay to make a child write one essay, over and over again, until the punctuation is correct, and they have blisters on their fingers from holding the pen?”
His teeth bared as his top lip lifted.
“Thank fuck for that,” I said, tilting my head to the side, “I was about to call this whole thing off. I know you like vulnerability, clearly, but you'd be a fucking sicko if you got off on a child’s pain.”
Straightening up, Joseph clicked open the handcuff and turned away. “That's all for today. I want you to go home and design a room, please. It doesn't have to be a nursery; it can be whatever you want. You have the day off, but I want to see the piece tomorrow.”
Without a backward glance, Joe marched towards the door and threw it open, not even bothering to catch it, instead letting it slam closed behind him. I slumped against the chair and leaned my forehead on the back, squeezing my eyes shut as a tear dribbled from my eye. He'd unfurled something in me, only to challenge me before I'd even had a chance to put my walls back up. Maybe that was the point. He wanted to see me broken, to see me reduced to nothing. And I knew, in my heart, I was changed because he hadn't allowed me to stay hidden.