Tessa’s Dilemma (9 page)

Using the rounded handle he dragged down the arch of her wrinkled soles; her thrashing and struggling seemed fitting for the pain she was now causing him. Concentrating on sliding it in between her toes, her moans and squeals were like music to his ears. He wanted to make her suffer – she had made him fall for her; she had done this to him. She – had been the one to make Charles Black lose control. Not some high flying, top class lawyer or business adversary, but a young, naive, insecure PA. Ridiculous. The frustrated rage building within him irritated him even more, but it was too late to stem now, the throbbing of his engorged member demanded release. Perhaps it would even clear his head from the dark cloud that enshrouded his logical thoughts. Rolling her over onto her back so that she was fully on the bed now, there was no way he was going to wait to free her legs, he sat on her chest and unzipped himself. Pulling his cock through the fly of his boxers, the glistening of his turgid purple head shone with urgent need. Rising slightly onto his knees, he lined himself up with the hole in the thin plastic covering, and looked down at her serene face. So peaceful: deep, oh so deep in subspace, oblivious to the swirling loss of control that he was experiencing, her eyes closed, submitting to his will. Gritting his teeth he plunged fully into her mouth.

She gagged immediately as he hit the back of her throat, something he would usually punish her for, but now, he was punishing her for being alive, for being the one to make him lose control. She did not open her eyes as he held himself inside her, feeling her throat convulsing around him, struggling, choking, gagging. Pulling out momentarily while she gasped for air, he kept his attention locked on her rose tinted cheeks, long black eyelashes, blood red lips – seeing her like that, veiled in crystal plastic gave him a fleeting image of Snow White, choked on a poisoned apple, lying in her casket. But his Tess wasn’t going to be choked on an apple. She would choke on him until she swallowed every last drop. Pounding into her throat, his angle allowed him to enter her deeply every time, and she was powerless to stop him. Not that she tried; she simply remained still, with the odd gurgling sound as her saliva ran down her cheeks and neck into her hair with each full withdrawal and thrust from him. The pressure building within him was soon ready for liberation, and with one last, forceful and deep invasion, he released six strong pulses of his seed into her.

Panting with exertion, the look of pure delight on her face disturbed him. He had just completely lost control, and yet she had enjoyed it – oblivious to the danger that could have been done from his rage. Still trembling, he shakily climbed from on top of her, tucking himself away without bothering to wipe himself clean. Shame pricked his conscience at the thought of what he had done, but now was not the time for regrets and criticism, he had the girl he loved deep in subspace, bound and waiting for his pleasure. And her pleasure was his pleasure. This scene had to be played out. Moving down her legs, he grasped the bottom of the saran wrap at her ankles and ripped it apart, tearing it full to her knees with one tug. Flexing his hands again, he tore it further up to her waist, closing his eyes momentarily to fully enjoy the aroma of her excitement that greeted his nostrils. Stroking her freed thighs tenderly, he gently parted them, indicating for her to open them wide for him. Holding herself open to his intentions, he left her momentarily and quickly retrieved a mini finger vibrator, flicking it on and off to check it was working. Kneeling between her inviting thighs, he switched the vibrator on and teased it to her protruding clitoris. As she jerked involuntarily, he held it fast to her. Feeling her eyes enquiring of him, he met her silent question with a half smile and continued his torture of her. “Do not come girl.” He said simply and looked back down to his task.

He heard her whimper in the sweet agony of it, picturing her biting her lip in that excruciatingly delicious fashion of hers. Her labored breathing belied her vain control of her tortured body. He was going to force an orgasm from her however hard she tried to keep her composure. She had forced him to lose control; it was only fair he gain recompense for that. It would be an interesting battle however, as he had trained her from the very beginning to “edge” for him, asking her to masturbate right to the very verge of climax and then stop. Sometimes he would have her edge over and over within a day, never allowing that climax until the evening. He would always allow it though, as he relished the thought of her orgasm – so eagerly awaited; the thought of her juices gushing for him, her mind focused on him through her orders of the day. He knew it was his face she saw when she toppled over the edge into the oblivion of forbidden pleasure. Holding the viciously buzzing implement gently to her swollen nub, the keening sound emitted from her writhing body announced her difficulties in holding off the imminent onslaught of delight. Panting heavily, she looked at him again, and he raised his eyebrows shaking his head slowly in response, pursing his lips to demonstrate his disapproval.

Her beautiful features contorted into an expression of pain, and Charles felt the bitter taste of guilt. He was punishing her for his own shortcomings. All she had done was submit to him, fulfill his every desire to the letter – yes, sometimes she failed, but only in small, insignificant ways, and she always took her punishment with elegance and grace. He never set her up to fail; her failure always brought her so much personal flagellation, and this was not right to have her fail this time for his own personal gratification. That wasn’t how he did things. He had committed himself to this line of action however, and he reminded himself that his duty of care was to her. He had committed to protect and nurture her, as she had committed her entire self to him. Sighing with regret for shame of his lost self-control, he looked back to Tessa and opened his mouth to speak. His throat dry with disappointment in himself, his voice cracked as he growled in a low voice, “Come for me girl, come for your Master.”

Climaxing hard, Tessa let out a feral moan. She was dazed, aching, uncomfortable and confused by His actions. The afternoon had started so tenderly, so gently, and then He had seemed to change: becoming cruel, torturing her, and the way He had taken her throat had been rough to the point of punishment. Every time she had taken a peek at Him, His face had been His usual expressionless visage, but there was more. His lips had been tightly pressed together into a line and if she hadn’t known Him better, she would have thought that He was contemplating many painful horrors to inflict on her. Thankfully He hadn’t. Well, at times, she thought that He had been about to, but then, He always did seem to enjoy toying with her mind. Suddenly her attention was brought back to Him, and doubts nagged at the edge of her consciousness again. Trying to see what He was doing between her legs, she strained her neck to improve her view. In His right hand he was holding a smaller version of the suction syringes He had used on her nipples previously. Watching as He applied it underneath her clitoral hood, He pressed momentarily and started to suck her clitoris into the infernal device.

Gasping with a sharp intake of breath, Tessa’s eyes went wide with shock. She thought the pussy pump had been strong with its suction, but this? It was totally indescribable. Her mind instantly reeled to her special place, slipping deeply into a world of cushioned awareness, and each time He sucked the tube tighter, she simply sighed and slipped further into her own mind. From her distant world, she was vaguely aware that He had started to plough her with her rabbit vibrator. He was not doing this lovingly, but roughly again, hard and fast, hitting her cervix sharply every so often, the pain jolting her momentarily back to the room, but sensations combined keeping her safely in her sub-space. Before long, her lips involuntarily formed coherent words, begging, pleading without thought “please... please... please...” She needed to climax again, and she would never dare to do so without permission. Focusing on Master as best she could, she realized that He was nodding and smiling at her. Joy rippled through her in waves as she realized that even just seeing His assent had caused her body to react without conscious thought. She came over and over as He continued to use her, He loved to deny her and then force her to climax so much that she couldn’t function.

She didn’t know how long she kept responding to the insistent invasions, but eventually she realized He had stopped and was standing away from her at the dressing table in front of the mirror. Spotting that she had surfaced, He turned back to her and rolled her back onto her front, pulling her back onto her knees, spreading them wide so that her ass was high and exposed. Tessa wriggled luxuriously as He fingered her sopping sex and then spread her juices around the entrance to her forbidden passage. She moaned in response to His touch, and then wailed half-heartedly as she felt Him whip her lightly with something on her lower back. It could be only one thing that she had brought with her today. She had purchased a pony tail butt plug. She loved Him taking possession of her ass, although it hurt a little; the feeling of Him being so deep inside such an illicit place turned her into a completely base creature. And she loved it. So she had purchased a butt plug a little larger than Him in the hope that she could train herself, the pony idea being a little bit of fun, but it was easily the biggest thing she had ever seen. The sheer size of it terrified her.

He reamed her with it, gradually pushing the tapered tip inside her, stretching her gradually, she heard Him spitting on it to add more lubrication, but it just didn’t seem to be sliding in as it should. Desperately trying to relax, Tessa mewled in frustration and impending pain. Sometimes the fear and thought of something was much more frightening than the reality, and she was becoming more terrified by the minute. It was working inside her slowly but surely, and the agony was starting to become uncomfortable. She could not force it out, or resist the onslaught, the probing, the invasion. But in a way she didn’t want it to be removed either. However, He suddenly removed it and entered her roughly Himself. She screamed as He took her hard. Very hard. She could feel every inch of Him sinking into her, and she realized that it wasn’t hurting as she expected, she had only screamed out of fear itself. The plug had worked in a small way after all. Hearing Him grunt gruffly as He came, she slumped forward, hoping to keep the intimacy of Him inside her as long as possible, but that was clearly His idea also, as within a matter of seconds He had forced the whole butt plug deep inside of her.

Yelping with surprise, she clenched to test the plug, and it was all the way inside. She felt full, stretched, used, her mind floating away on a sea of pleasure and pain. She was sore from His rough treatment, and this huge plug was now stretching her tender passage cruelly. The lubrication of Master’s pleasure caused the plug to slip out of her, and she felt Him nudge it back into place. At that point her mind just seemed to lose coherence; she started to sob and beg for no more; it was as if she was suddenly somewhere else, someone else. Tessa had tried so hard to endure everything for Him, and she was so deep inside her mind that she couldn’t catch herself as she tumbled to a begging mess. Her eyes filled with tears she couldn’t shed, but she was viewing the situation from so far away that she couldn’t physically cry. Fear, pain, so many jumbling emotions and thoughts and sensations, it was as if her mind had just shut down.

Chapter Six

Shit. You’ve done it this time,
Charles thought as he rushed to remove the plug from her and get her out of the remaining wrap.
Your selfishness and bloody-minded self-assuredness have destroyed her.
Grabbing the safety scissors he hurriedly snipped and ripped the film from her upper body and pulled her into his arms. She was sobbing uncontrollably, her eyes rolled listlessly as he held her face steady with his right hand, gripping her under the chin. “Tessa,” he said, “It’s ok. I’m here. It’s over. Focus; come back to me; speak to me,” He examined her features closely to see if she had surfaced at all. Not a glimmer. He cursed himself vigorously, but was careful to maintain a calm controlled exterior. She had fixed her eyes on him now; she was looking to him to make everything ok, to make sure she was ok. He squeezed her tightly, hugging her to his chest, stroking her face and her body, kissing her forehead and reassuring her repeatedly. Huddling her close to him and rocking her gently, he could see their reflection in the mirror. A pang of sadness washed over him as he looked at the impossible couple curled in an intimate embrace on the bed.

Absently stroking her soft curls, he sighed with relief as he heard her dry sobs cease and her respiration become slow and even. She was coming back to him.

“I’m sorry... I’m sorry... oh Master... forgive me... please forgive me...” muffled pleas came from her chest as she begged for his forgiveness but she couldn’t bring herself to face him. Clinging so desperately to him.

He covered her clawed right hand with his left, squeezing in reassurance. Anguish constricted his chest as he realized that she thought she had failed him. But he was the one who had pushed her too far, who had meted out his rage and frustration on her, and still, she believed she had failed.

“Rest, love,” he murmured, shifting her body easily to mould against his. They could be one person with how closely they were pressed together, and he believed if the fire bell had rung in that hotel, he would have had to carry her to freedom, as there was no way that they could be parted at that moment. But then, he didn’t want them to be. He felt her drift off to sleep as her body became limp against his, leaving him alone with troubling thoughts vying for attention, each decrying the other less important, and that he should deal with one pressing complaint before another. Something wasn’t right about all of this. Yes, she trusted him; yes, she had given herself to him, but then many others before her had done the same. There was something different. It wasn’t just that he had fallen for her; he would deal with that in his own time, but her actions today had been more deeply motivated than ever before. Her messages the last week and the look on her exquisite face when she had arrived at the room. He had thought for a moment that she hadn’t wanted to continue with their liaison, but it wasn’t that. As demonstrated in how she had submitted to him today, it was obvious she lived for their moments together.
Lived for their moments together.

This had to stop.

The truth suddenly hit him like a battering ram; she was in love with him too. She hadn’t just submitted to him, submissive and Master, she was close to committing her entire vanilla life as well. He couldn’t allow this woman, so full of life, youth and vitality, someone who would make the most beautiful and caring mother any child could wish for, throw her life away to an aging, barren man like himself. There wasn’t even a compromise available that she could become pregnant by another man, or he could have a reversal, or anything like that. He didn’t want any more children, grandchildren perhaps, but he had done his hard work, he wanted to play out the rest of his life in pleasure and decadence where he could. He had earned it, and more importantly still, she deserved to have the family that she had always dreamed of.
If you truly love someone, you have to let them go,
he thought, and it was true. He loved her, and he must persuade her to find another to set her heart with. Perhaps if he were lucky, they would still have their lifestyle relationship. It was possible. Many did. Open trust and honesty with their chosen partners, pretty much what he had hoped for with his wife, but even the mere suggestion of it to her had sent her into a deeper depression; that’s why he had stayed with her and pursued passing dalliances instead. Mulling ruefully over the fading of the love in his marriage and condemning his own weaknesses, he decided once and for all that his Tess, his girl, must be convinced to find her happily ever after – with another man.