Текст книги "Addict"

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Chapter 13

 

Alix

After tossing aside all the toys, he slowly released my ankles, then my wrists, before sitting against the headboard and curling me in his lap. My head rested on the crook of his neck while he massaged my ankles, followed by my wrists. I felt like I was floating on a soft little cloud as he continued to massage blood back into my hands. Slowly the cloud drifted away and the anger started slip to back in.

He released my wrists when my body stiffened.

"I didn't like that. Don't do that again," I said as I tried to crawl off his lap. His hands firmly grasped my bare hip, reminding me that I was completely nude as my sore ass moved against the fabric of his slacks.

"Do what, Precious?" He threaded his fingers into my hair and pulled my head back. "Not let you get off? It's called punishment for a reason. You will not touch yourself again unless I give you permission. You will not get off unless I tell you to. The punishment next time will be much more severe, do you understand me?"

I ground my teeth even as his deep, commanding British tone sent shivers of excitement up my spine. "I will try, sir." It was hard, but I managed to not sneer when I said “sir”.

"No, you will succeed or you will be punished. You have controlled your addiction before, you can do so again. I'm a text or phone call away should you be at a point where you don't think you can control it." His tongue dragged up the side of my neck, flicking my earlobe before disappearing completely.

"Yes, sir," I breathed. I may have gotten off not long before, but the tension he'd built wasn't fully released from the single, tiny orgasm he'd given me.

"Bend over the bed." He released me with a soft kiss to the forehead.

I moved to do as he asked and listened as he moved around the bed to stand behind me. I jumped when his fingers gently touched the welts on my ass.

"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. You'll have me on your mind for a few days still." The smile was clear in his voice as his fingers continued to trail over my ass.

For it being the first time I was nude in front of him, I was incredibly comfortable. Perhaps it was the fact that he didn't give me time to think about it, to get nervous about it. He'd taken control of me from the moment I'd walked in and that was the exact reason I'd texted him. I knew that he would have no problem helping me focus on the present instead of the past.

"Thank you for sharing your secret with me. I know it wasn't easy." His minty breath flitted over my cheek before he dropped a chaste kiss upon my lips. His weight disappeared, his scent faded and the click of a door shutting let me know that he had gone.

Standing, I removed the blindfold before gathering my clothes and putting them back on. The blindfold was left on the end of the bed and I let myself out. Just as on my way in, there wasn't anyone around. My purse was exactly where I'd left it.

Once I returned home, I collapsed into bed nude as I usually did after an encounter with Master J. My brain and body were too exhausted and relaxed to focus on any of the normal issues that kept me up.

The next morning, I dressed as usual for work even though my palms were sweaty and my entire body shook. I kept repeating to myself that it was just another day, nothing special. Nothing to fear. It was possible the man hadn't told anyone. And I needed to focus on that.

Thankfully, I made it all the way until shortly before John usually showed up without having the roof come crashing down on my world. Not wanting to see John, I packed up my belongings and headed out early. I was too embarrassed to see him again so soon.

But as I was walking out the front door of the hotel, I nearly ran right into him. His strong arms wrapped around my shoulders to stop me from falling or colliding with him. That incredibly sexy smile was only inches away from my own. I nearly melted into a puddle right then and there; instead my face flamed red and I jerked back from him. Murmuring excuses, I quickly rushed toward my car without looking back once.

Locking out the world, I hid in my house and pulled out my laptop. After a few relaxing breaths, I logged into the online counselor site. Nearly bailing when I recognized the name of the counselor who was on, I forced myself not to. It was the one I’d spoken with the last time.

Counselor21: How are you this evening?

BadKitty2: Not so good. Hence why I’m here.

Counselor21: So, running from the issues didn’t help make them any better since the last time we talked?

BadKitty2: No way you remember me.

Counselor21: You are right. I take notes of every patient I talk to. Although admittedly I knew you’d be back so I kept yours near the top.

BadKitty2: Fine. You were right.

Counselor21: So, what brought you back? Did you get caught?

BadKitty2: Yes. Well, sort of.

Counselor21: Care to expand on that?

BadKitty2: No, but I will. The man that I’ve been fascinated with over the last six months or so... You know, the one I masturbated to… he caught me. I am afraid he is going to tell my boss and I will lose my job.

Counselor21: You say masturbated in the past tense. Getting caught has made you decide not to do it any more?

BadKitty2: Well, that’s another thing I wanted to talk to you about. See, I met this man. His name is J. He is… helping me learn to control my impulses in a different way than I’ve ever tried before.

Counselor21: and this way is?

BadKitty2: A bit of Dominance and submission type stuff. I’ve never heard of something like that as a treatment for addiction.

Counselor21: Well, that’s probably because it can easily become a new addiction or a shift in the addiction you are currently dealing with. Getting sex there instead of other ways.

Counselor21: It can also be a very dangerous environment if you aren’t with someone who knows what they are doing. You can get injured or worse.

Counselor21: However, that being said, it can be an excellent way to learn to conquer your addiction. If it helps you learn how to channel the addictive feelings and not react, not respond to them, that’s all that matters. Sometimes a unique route is the best way. Everyone is different and things don’t always work the same for everyone.

BadKitty2: J knows what he’s doing. He wouldn’t hurt me. Hasn’t even come close to it. In fact, he has vowed to not even have sex with me.

Counselor21: That is something that’ll have to be for you to judge since I’m not there with you. Remember sex is healthy, it is okay to engage in. It’s the impulsive need for it, doing things you don’t want to do… There is a difference between them.

BadKitty2: I know, doc. Thanks for the chat.

And with that, I logged out of the program and closed my computer. It made me feel better to know that it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing going to Master J. I didn’t tell the counselor that I wasn’t going to masturbate again. I didn’t want to see what Master had up his sleeve if he found out I’d done it again. The orgasm deprivation had been horrible enough. I didn’t want to go through that again, let alone something worse.

Feeling a bit better about everything, I cleaned my house while thinking about what I would wear for my next meeting with Master. When I wasn’t thinking about the dreadful run-in with John and the embarrassment that had come from it, I was thinking about what it'd felt like to have Master's cock in my mouth, his hands on my body. Thinking about Master only made my body ache and the craving for release to flare up. Instead of giving in, I scrubbed harder and focused on cleaning each room thoroughly.

Once the house was clean, which didn’t take all that long since I took time each week to scrub everything down, I went for a walk around the block. Anything to avoid being alone with my thoughts. Finally, I wore myself out enough that I knew I’d fall right to sleep, but I'd made it through the entire day without once giving in.

Upon waking, my body and mind felt rested and ready for the day. Feeling good, I dressed to impress with my flattering black skirt that made my legs and ass look great with a purple top that always made my boobs look awesome. A pair of four-inch black stilettos finished off the look. My hair flowed over my shoulders and the light layer of make-up made me feel like I was on top of the world. It would be a good day. It was Saturday, after all.

There was a big wedding taking place at the hotel and I'd been pulled in to help make sure everything ran smoothly. From the moment I dropped my purse in my office, I had someone needing one thing or another from me. Catering staff and decorators were tripping all over each other and grumbling. It was only ten in the morning, but it was clearly going to be a long day if it kept going the way it was.

Holding my shoulders back, head high, I was determined not to let anything ruin the good mood I’d started my day with. Before long, the biggest of the hotel’s ballrooms was decorated and the caterers had their tables set up. The decorators headed outdoors where the actual ceremony was taking place, and the caterers disappeared to get the food prepped. My job was to make sure everyone knew where they were supposed to be. The other coordinator was helping with everyone outside; I handled all the inside staff, decoration and guests once they started to arrive.

"Whew, will you look at that fine piece of man meat?" the young woman who was helping me put the final touches on each table whispered.

Looking up, my eyes collided with a pair of familiar blue ones. Instantly my face burned and I dropped my eyes back to the table. "Oh yeah, that guy. He's okay." I shrugged, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"You are crazy. That suit hugs his body like a glove that is just begging to be removed. Mmm, I bet he's hung too. See that bulge? God," she mused to herself before grunting under her breath.

The sound made me laugh and shake my head. Some women were certainly a lot more assertive and forward than I was.

"I'm gonna go talk to him." She strutted off, flipping her hair over her shoulders.

So much for help. Rolling my eyes, I continued putting the party favors down in front of each plate at the table we were working on. I grabbed the stack of place cards she'd left behind and finished her job as well before pulling the small cart with all my supplies to the next table and continuing. I didn't really care what she did. I was no longer going to drool uncontrollably at the poor man. I'd give the girl a few minutes to distract John before I called her back to finish her job. It'd give me a few moments to gather myself.

The man was constantly popping up in unexpected places. It seemed the more I tried to avoid him, the more he was around. Never said a word to me, but always watching with that damn little half-smile tilting those luscious lips... no, not luscious. They were just lips.

Rolling my head on my shoulders, trying to release the tension that was collecting there, I glanced over my shoulder to find the girl and John in a conversation. His lips were moving as if he were talking to her, but his eyes were on me. Instead of looking away, having been caught, that smile tugged at his lips.

"Hey, you need to finish over here," I called out to the girl. I couldn’t remember her name. John patted her shoulder before turning her toward me.

Throwing a wink in my direction, he spun and walked out of sight.

"Oh. My. God. You should hear his voice. It's so fucking hot." The girl sighed dreamily as she took the cards from my hand. "Too bad he shot me down. Oh well, I had to try."

"Hmm," was all I could come up with. I didn't care either way. I doubt he even knew my name, but that wink scattered my thoughts and made me second-guess everything. Maybe he hadn't seen what I'd been doing in my office. Or maybe he'd liked that I was touching myself while looking at him. I didn't know and there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to find out. I was already embarrassed enough as it was. Plus, how do you bring that up to a man you don’t even know? Awkward.

After everything had finally been set up on the inside, I returned to my office and dropped into my seat for a quick break. My ass burned as it connected with the chair and made me smile as my hand reached for the pearls around my neck. That reminded me, I needed to check my phone to see if I'd heard from Master. I only had one message from him and it had been sent two hours earlier.

How you hanging in there, Precious?

The use of his nickname made me smile. No one had ever called me Precious or any other pet name at all.

Doing good, master. Just had a busy day.

I put my phone back in the drawer and stretched out my cramped back. Bending over those tables for so long had my back screaming for relief. I needed to find food at some point since it was well past lunch time, but that required me getting back out of my chair and I just didn’t see that happening until it had to.

Jennifer came bouncing into my office with a plate in her hand. She set it front of me before plopping down in a chair on the other side of my desk. "I come bearing gifts."

"What's this?" I leaned forward and eyed the plate filled with grilled chicken and rice.

"Seems you have a little admirer. Our neighborhood weekly renter had the kitchen make that for you." Jennifer grinned, leaning forward with wide eyes. "What are you not telling me? How'd you get him to notice you? I've been trying forever."

"No idea. Really. I didn't ask for him to notice me." I said and pushed the plate towards her. "You can have it. I don't want anything from him." That was a lie, but I didn't need rumors to start or people to start looking for signs of something going on. Plus, nothing I wanted from the man could be served on a plate.

"No, no. Eat it. It doesn't matter that it's from him. Just eat, woman." Leaning back in her chair, her smile fell. "Why would you refuse a man like that anyway?"

"I'm not refusing him. I don't even know him. That's the problem. I've never even spoken to the man. Plus, I don't have the time or energy left at the end of the day for a man and all their complications. They’re all so needy." Truth. I didn't want a relationship. They required too much effort and tiptoeing around each other to be worth it. The single man I’d dated after rehab had wanted to know every detail of my life, share every intimate experience and I couldn’t do it. There was a lot of pain and betrayal in my past, within my family and I wanted to avoid thinking about it. All it did was make want to go out to a club and find someone to make me feel. At that point in my life, I couldn’t do that and when he pushed, I left. That's what I loved about Master. We met, did our thing, left. That's all there was to us.

"You don't have to date him. Just fuck him. I totally would. Have you looked at the man?" Jennifer fanned herself exaggeratedly with her hand.

"Yeah, I don't really do that either. It never works out like that." I didn't do casual sex because that was how my lonely addiction became a whole other addiction that was much scarier and could be incredibly dangerous. At least, that's how it'd been last time. That's what had made it spin out of control to the point that I couldn't handle it. I didn't care to control it, didn't care if I got hurt. That had been what made me go to rehab, because it’d gotten so bad.

No, it was best I stay by myself. I would rather be celibate than drag some man in off the street to fuck again. If Master wanted to fuck me, he could at any point. He was the only man I wanted to take that step because I knew he'd be the one to help me not lose myself again. My control was his. Each time we were together, I gave him more and more of myself. The more I gave, the better our time seemed to get. He knew what I needed and how to give it to me.

Chapter 14

 

John

Every time she signed into the online chat, I made sure it was automatically sent to me. I didn't want anyone else talking to her about her private thoughts. They were mine to know and a way for me to help her without her knowing. If it gave me the chance to keep her near me at the same time, then so be it. I wasn't lying to her, I was just making sure she was hearing what she needed to in order to keep her coming to the club.

I'd known about the wedding taking place in the hotel because I had been invited to it. Two of my clients were the couple, in fact, so I had every right to be there. Of course I would use the excuse to catch a few extra glimpses of Alix while she worked. Then the stupid little twat that was working with her strutted over and offered to help me get my rocks off instead of working. Only thing more annoying than a slutty woman was one who had no control. I hadn’t given her any indication I was interested, but she still felt bold enough to try to rub her body along mine. Who knew how many other men she’d already done that to or how many she’d slept with? No thanks.

Thankfully, Alix called her back to finish working and I tossed a wink to Alix before heading to the office. My secretary had called out sick yet again, so there was a temp working in her place for the day. I hated having my schedule interrupted and having to teach the woman how to handle things that my normal secretary knew how to do. It was time-consuming and something I paid other people to do so I didn't have to.  Thankfully the patients I had for the day were all regulars, so they would know the routine. I just hoped the secretary was back on Monday, since I had a whole slew of new clients coming in and was scheduled too tightly to be doing her job as well.

I had a feeling I was going to have to replace her since she was starting to call out more than she showed up. It was normal. My secretaries only lasted a year or two before getting burned out by the constant demands and unusual hours I insisted upon. Probably wouldn't hurt to put out feelers for a replacement.

The appointments were quick and uneventful. Nothing new came from them, but my patients left walking a bit lighter, having cleared their brains of stress, and at least got a second view on their issues. I didn't particularly care for office patients since they had more standard hang-ups – mommy and daddy issues, cheating spouses and the like. At least the patients I met with at the hotel or in their residences were more challenging and rewarding. Nothing like knowing you helped a couple find completion and orgasm while addressing an issue they had.

Back in my apartment, I quickly showered and changed into my tuxedo for the wedding. I was going dateless. It was much less complicated that way. Tugging on my shirt sleeves, I picked up my phone to text Alix before heading down to the party. After the night before, I felt the need to check on her, make sure she was still doing okay after such a roller-coaster of emotions in such a short time.

How was work, Precious?

Still working. Won't be off for hours yet.

Smiling, I tucked my phone away. She would be downstairs when I got there. It would be dangerous, but it could be a lot of fun to play with her.

The area for the wedding was set up beautifully, but I expected it. The hotel was known for putting together amazing events. After a brief congratulations to the groom, I found a seat towards the back so I could watch everyone in the room. Plus, it'd give me the opportunity to slip away without many people noticing.

Slowly, the entire seating area filled with guests. Still no sign of Alix though. Once the procession started and the wedding party advanced down the aisle, everyone stood and turned to take in the bride. That's when I spotted Alix. She was standing off to the side, glancing over the bride's dress. Unlike most women, she didn't have that glazed-over look in her eye or the look of jealousy. Just before the bride took her first steps down the aisle, Alix leapt forward and fluffed out the bottom of her dress, then scampered back to her spot out of the way.

As soon as the bride had made her way past me and all eyes had moved toward the front of the church, I slipped out around the back – away from the ceremony. I'd talk to them later. I had more important things to take care of. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I shot a text to Alix then slipped into a dimly-lit room off to the side. Taking off my jacket and keeping my back to the door, I waited for her. The door opened and the click of heels let me know she had arrived.

"Sir? I didn't expect you here." The quiver in her voice showed her nerves.

"Turn around. Put your hands on the door," I said, not turning around.

"B.. but..." she stuttered.

"Now. Don't make me ask again." My voice was gravelly with impatience. I knew we didn't have a lot of time and I didn’t want to waste any of it.

The scuff of her shoes on the ground told me she had turned around as requested. Turning, I ran a hand up the center of her back until I gripped the back of her neck under her hair. Her ass looked incredibly delicious in the skirt she had on. Her hands were up on either side of her head, pressed against the door along with her forehead.

"Good girl." Brushing my scruff-roughened cheek against her neck sent a tremor running through her body and a soft moan from her mouth. "I'd really like to fuck you here, right up against the wall, knowing you are supposed to be out there watching the ceremony. Too bad you would be missed – plus what I have in mind for our first time together would take entirely too much time."

"Our first time? I thought you didn't want to sleep with me." She let out a soft laugh even as my hand slid around the front of her throat, tilting her head to the side.

"What makes you think I don't want to sleep with you?" I wrapped my lips around her ear and bit down roughly before pulling back. Another shiver ran through her as she pressed back against me. My free hand slid down her body, tugging up her skirt until I could slip my hand into her panties. Running my fingers through the wetness waiting for me, I waited for her to answer.

"You've told me you didn't want to sleep with me. I thought you might be gay and just needed a sub to play with until you found a male sub to replace me with." Her words shocked me so much I froze for a moment before shoving two fingers roughly in her at the same time I applied light pressure to her carotid artery. A whimper slipped from her lips.

"You will be punished for that, Precious. I know you can't possibly be serious. My cock is constantly hard because of you. I hurt with how much I want to be balls-deep in your pussy. Don't tell you haven’t noticed." I thrust my hips against her to emphasize my point. I released the pressure on her neck and pulled my fingers from within her.

"I didn't know, sir." I couldn't see her face, but her smile was clear in her voice.

"You think it's funny now. Just wait till I get my hands on you where I can do what I want without people being nearby." I rubbed my scruff up her neck, biting down hard. Hard enough to leave a mark, but not to break the skin. "I was going to let you get off, but you wanted to be naughty so now you have to wait."

"That's not fair," she groaned, grinding her ass against my crotch.

"Two can play games, Precious." I smiled before sucking hard just above my bite mark. Releasing the skin with a pop, I pressed the fingers that had been inside her against her lips. “Suck your juices off my fingers.”

She sucked my fingers into her hot, wet mouth instantly. “Mmm,” she gasped, undulating her hips.

Breathing her scent deep, I pushed off the door and pulled my fingers from her mouth. "Now, go back to work, naughty girl."

"Yes, sir." She dropped her head against the door with another whimper.

As she reached for the door, I slapped her ass. "Don’t forget you’ll get a special punishment if you touch yourself. Oh, and be sure you keep your hair over your neck or someone might ask why you have bite marks and a huge hickey."

The door swung open and I heard her laugh softly as she pulled her hair over her shoulder to conceal her neck before returning to work. I waited for a good while before slipping my coat back on and exiting the room. It’d been risky, probably a bit stupid because she could’ve easily turned around or waited outside the door for me to exit. She wouldn’t though. It was part of the excitement, the allure – not knowing exactly who I was.

Standing outside the door into the ballroom, which was still locked to keep the guests out, I waited until the ceremony was over. Once you’ve seen one wedding, you’ve pretty much seen them all. Not like I was close with the couple. I’d seen them fuck just about every possible way you could on a bed, but that didn’t make us friends. Showing up had been an excuse to see Alix plus I always went to weddings of my clients. It was a good way to find new clientele. Everyone knows someone who needs help in that area of their relationship. Some people are even bold enough to admit it is actually their own relationship that was lacking.

Finally, the doors were opened and guests were allowed inside. We were all given particular seats, so I found mine, then headed to the bar. I needed a glass of whiskey after that heated stolen moment. My cock was still hard, pressing against the zipper of my slacks, but thankfully my jacket kept it covered because I didn't think it'd be going down any time soon. Precious was going to be getting a good punishment for that little comment. Gay. Right. I wanted to fuck her more than I wanted to breathe, she just wasn't used to men that had control over their libido. When I fucked her, she'd remember it for the rest of her life.

I'd switch every now and then when I had my own issues arise that I needed an escape from, but it didn't happen often. I was much more dom than sub and my own submissive wouldn't see me submit to anyone. On the rare occasion I need to find subspace for a while, I went to Gabe and he helped me escape the memories of my alcoholic father who used me as his fuck toy then turned around and blamed me for enticing him when I’d been a mere child.

After sipping my first glass, I requested another one as the room-ful of guests was kept waiting for the newly weds to appear. I didn't have anywhere else to go, but my mind was filled with all the different things I had planned for Alix when we got to the club later. There was no mistake that I'd get her to the club after the wedding was over. She wouldn't get away without getting her punishment that night.

A bit of chatting with the other people at the bar and I got a few new contacts that might be in need of my services, as well as handing out a couple of my cards. Weddings always brought out the sappy feelings in everyone, but they also made everyone reassess their relationships, so they worked perfectly for me.

Finally the newly weds showed up and I was graced with a glimpse of Alix along with the other party planner. They stood toward the back of the room, directing the staff walking around offering bite-size appetizers between handling a feuding couple, who were quietly ushered out of the ballroom without drawing much notice. I didn't waste time; as soon as I could give my personal congratulations to the couple, I did so and left.

Returning to my suite, I tore off the suffocating tux and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, then immediately headed to the club. Alix would be tied up for a bit, but so would I getting things ready for her. I sent her a text telling her to  let me know when she was done with work because I had plans for her. I didn't get a reply, but I knew she wouldn't disappoint me.

It was two hours later when I finally got a reply from her saying she was on the way to the club.

Good little submissive. I didn't even have to tell her what to do, but she'd known what I wanted. Settling in the room off my play room, I waited for her to arrive and sent her a message saying I was waiting. It didn't take long before I saw on the computer screen in front of me that she'd entered the changing room. Watching her undress was always a treat because she didn't know I was watching. It gave me a special little thrill knowing I got to see her at her most unprotected.

She'd worn a pair of black thigh-high panty hose along with black lacy panties and bra. That wasn't what she had on earlier so she must've had a change of panties in her car, or perhaps she'd gone home. Either way, she'd changed specially for me. Put on sexy lingerie just for me.

Licking my lips, I watched as she stepped into the main room and knelt down on her spot. I stood and entered the room and walked right to her before wrapping the blindfold around her head.

"How'd you know I was waiting for you here?" I asked out of curiosity as I tightened the knot on the blindfold.

"I knew you'd want to punish me for what I said earlier. Plus, I hoped you would bring me here to let me get release after teasing me at work." She lifted her chin as if she could see me through the blindfold, but I knew she couldn't. "I've ached for you since then. My panties were so soaked I had to change them."

"Or you could've gone without any." I smirked, dragging a finger over her cheek.

"I'd have been leaking down my thighs. I don't think I could handle that kind of embarrassment." Her face turned pink as she shook her head slightly.

"You just changed your panties? Here I was hoping you'd worn the whole set for me." I hooked a finger through a bra strap and pulled it off her shoulder before doing the same to the other.

"I hadn't planned on seeing you today, sir. Otherwise, I would've worn my garters. I know that you like those." A small smile curled her lips.

"I do, Precious. Very much so. I like this set too. You wear it very well." I rubbed my thumb over her juicy bottom lip that was begging to be kissed. Instead I stepped back. "Take off the bra."

She reached behind and unhooked the bra before slipping it off her arms and letting it fall in front of her knees. Her breasts were bare and beautiful as they jiggled slightly from being released from their prison.