She stared at the post and bit down on her lip, staring at
the screen as she could feel the heat calling her between her legs.
“You can do it… just… ignore it,” she whispered the words to
herself, begging herself in a soft, weak voice.
Ignore the way that her fingers wanted to dip down into the
slick, sensitives folds of her aching, wanting emptiness.
Ignore the way that she kept feeling herself, aching,
hungering, wanting to feel that hot pulse of sensation coursing through her.
Touching herself meant giving in, surrendering, Obeying the
words on the screen in front of her. It meant losing the bet. It meant losing
pride.
But it was getting so very hard to do. To not think about
the way that those words were just seeping down into her mind. The way that
they spoke to her, reaching down into a deep, dark little place she tried to
keep so dark and hidden.
They connected to her
in a way that she never imagined possible, making her suddenly numbed feelings,
desires go from their simple, dormant, oh so easily ignorable state into
something far more.
Something so very much alive, like they were a pool frozen
over inside of her, buried down in the dark, hidden away somewhere she didn’t
think anyone would find them. And then His words came along, piercing like a
glorious ray of hot, molten sunlight through the darkness, Melting the cold,
hard shell over her wants, her hungers, her needs. An undeniable heat that part
of her just so eagerly suckled down as it thrust upon her.
“Oh, god… Goddess… oooh…” she hissed out as she could feel
it, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment, her back arching out as she
clenched and pressed her thighs tightly together, trying to keep the hot, slick
need inside of her from dribbling, flowing out.
Instead it only reminded her of how much it was getting to
her. How much she was losing, how much she was just Giving In.
He had told her that she couldn’t do it, that she wouldn’t
be able to make it. That she’d end up Surrendering to the way that the words
reached through the screen and lit her mind on fire. He’d told her that they’d
burn away her confidence, their heat, melting it away into a dribbling,
dripping little mess, flowing down, out of her.
He’d told her how they’d glisten, slick and shining as they
formed a pool of hot, wet, Needing Desire. A surface of sweet, intoxicating
Want that drew every sense to it. That made her self-control turn into a
bubbling, dripping pour of white hot molten metal, reduced to nothing as she
could feel the way her thoughts were burned away like useless slag.
“Nnnn…” she moaned. A burning, boiling sensual sound, like a
siren’s call born deep down inside of her, from that quivering emptiness within
that she could feel just growing with every breath, every pulsing moment, every
beat of her heart.
She could practically hear his voice as she continued
staring at the screen, her fingers creeping down, stroking, touching, caressing
against the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
“You’re going to lose. Bit by bit, you’re going to feel the
heat taking over. You’re going to try to ignore it at first, ignore the
churning, pulsing, wanting sensation that you can feel building up, every
breath, every shift, every beat of your heart.”
She wanted to touch herself, to caress herself, the feelings
burning through her like nothing she ever imagined. But, she had to fight it,
had stay strong…
“You’re going to try and not think about the swelling pulse
of deep, impossibly powerful sensations growing up inside of you, the way you
can practically feel how I’m reaching inside of you, connecting to some deep,
secret part of who you really are, past all the lies, past all your defenses.”
She couldn’t just Give In. No matter how good, how
wonderful, how amazing it felt, she couldn’t just Surrender to the things she
wanted.
“And as those sensations course through you, it will be like
you had been numbed all your life, like you were a beautiful crimson rose, full
of passion, desire, sweet, elegant little curves waiting, begging to be
touched, claimed, Owned, but you were instead frozen in a block of ancient,
impossible cold ice.”
Oh, gods, why couldn’t she touch herself? All she could do
was teas just around it, just away from it. She was being held back from going
any closer, held back from pulling away, all she could do was helplessly
continue stoking the sensations, the fires, the wants inside of her.
“Leaving you wanting, hungering to be found deep down in the
depths of everything else you thought you’d be. Until you could feel the way I
just brought a piercing ray of pure, impossibly bright connection down straight
into the heart of your depths. A wonderfully intense sensation of sudden,
erupting sensations that made you Feel
for the first time you can ever really remember.”
She whined, helplessly, weakly, like a defenseless, weak
little kitten, her voice dripping melodically with an impossibly desperate
Want.
“And upon that frozen pedestal, for the first time, the
flowing drops of melting cold grew warm, flowing, trickling down, slick and
glistening as the sweet heat of that connection penetrated into the depths of
your icy prison. Warming you, awakening you to the sense of almost serene light
illuminating the depths of your core, melting away the cold numbness, burning
away the empty cold, leaving you desperately, hungering, Needing that first
touch to claim you.”
And she needed it, hungering, begging wordlessly to be
claimed, to be taken to be Owned like that beautiful little flower.
Her mind was slick, melted, dripping down out of her, she
just needed, hungered for, ached for his words.
To see them, hear them, Feel them pouring into her.
Touching her, caressing her, Melting and Controlling her.
She needed it in so many desperate ways she couldn’t begin
to imagine.
She just had to Give In. Surrender. Submit.
And she could feel the bucking rush of pleasure that
rewarded her when she did.
She rolled her eyes at that, giving me a look that spoke
volumes. “Ha. Ha. Very funny.”
“It wasn’t a joke,” I stated simply, smiling slightly back
at her. “You seem as bored as I am, and we both seem to not have anything
better to do.”
“And what kind of game would you play then?” she shot back a
brow arching up as she looked back at me.
I smiled easily at that, body relaxing, eyes meeting hers, “Mmm,
well it has to be something we both can enjoy. And of course something that we
would both be willing to do. So that obviously leaves out quite a few.”
“Obviously,” she agreed with a drawl as her nose wrinkled
slightly. “Though, probably more for me than you.”
I chuckled at that. “I might surprise you, but then again,
you might surprise me too. So, who knows at that? Besides, why push things at
this stage?”
She relaxed just slightly, “Then, what did you have in mind?”
“Perhaps a simple word association to see?” I offered,
smiling back at her. “Nothing too bad, just I offer one word you say the first
thing that comes to mind, and I in turn say the first thing that comes to mind
and back and forth. First one to repeat something or take more than 5 seconds
loses that round.”
“Why do you start first?” she challenged back with a brow
arched up.
“Because I was the one that thought up the game,” I
countered back with a bemused smile. “And the one to think up the idea of
playing a game to begin with.”
“Because the man is the one who’s supposed to lead?” she
challenged back with a flash in her eyes.
“Because the one who initiates leads,” I responded back a
brow arching back at her.
She considered that, before reluctantly nodding her head. “Fine.”
“Light.”
“White,” she stated her tongue sticking back out at him.
“Cream,” I shot back
with a faint smile on my face as I added just a touch of heat into the
undertone of my words.
“Cat,” she responded, blinking a bit before frowning.
“Pet,” I agreed
nodding my head back at her as once more I added just a bit more feeling to it.
“Treasure.”
“Desire.”
“Fleeting,” she apparently noted the inflection in my voice
that time and she added a sardonic touch to her voice.
“Grasp,” I agreed with smile of my own and a twinkle in my
eye.
“Empty,” she disagreed with me with a faint sniff.
“Quivering,” I
stated with a wicked grin.
“Quivering?” she repeated staring at me with mouth held open
before realizing what I’d done and giving me a dirty look. “Dirty trick.”
“I didn’t break the rules,” I reminded her with a grin. “That’s
one round to me. Your turn to start I imagine.”
“How did you get Quivering from Empty?” she asked giving me
a look.
“Because the Quivering Emptiness inside of you is one of my
favorite phrases,” I stated with an innocent smile on my lips.
She opened her mouth, closed it, and then gave me a look
that couldn’t seem to be impressed or disgusted. “Well, at least it’s not
something more blatantly vulgar.”
“Why be blatant when subtly and innuendo are so much more
fun?” I chuckled just a bit as I responded before gesturing magnanimously. “It’s
your turn to start.”
She frowned just a bit before considering carefully. “Orange.”
“Burnt.”
“Caution.”
“Fear.”
“Anxiety,” she was frowning slightly as the words were leading
her down a path that she didn’t quite like.
“Nervousness,” I half observed, half stated as I looked back
at her.
“Uncertainty,” her frown deepened just a bit with the word.
“Future,” I shifted the topic slightly, allowing the words
to change again.
“Possibility,” there was a visible relief on her face as she
said the word.
“Promise,” I agreed, putting a bit of emphasis on the word,
making it sound more like…
“Vow,” she responded instinctively, before almost frowning.
“Binding,” I noted with a soft emphasis.
“Contract,” she licked her lips unconsciously and I smiled
back at her.
“Catch.”
“Caught,” she stated then blinked slightly as she almost
seemed to realize what she said.
“Captured.”
“Trapped,” she frowned, shifting slightly in her seat.
“Bound,” I agreed with a faint sound at the end.
“Bondage,” she stated without thinking, before flushing
brightly as her mind caught up with her mouth.
“Surrender,” I threw the word back easily to her, watching
as her eyes widened.
“Submission…” she was squirming slightly again, the flush on
her face brightening once more.
“Domination,” I agreed with a calmness as I projected only
an easy smile back at her.
“Control,” she stated after taking a moment to breath
deeply.
“Giving,” I agreed with a smile.
“Taking,” she responded as she shifted again in her seat.
“Offered.”
“Kept.”
“Claimed.”
“Property,” she blushed again as she looked away, not able
to meet my eyes.
“Mine,” I agreed
with a nod as I leaned just a bit closer.
“Yours?” she
licked her lips, eyes half clouded as looked back at me.
“Mine,” I agreed
again smiling back at her. “Your round this time. Let’s Continue, shall we?”
“Wait, I need to…” She started to say.
“Relax,” I
completed the thought for her.
“Comfortable,” she responded automatically, before opening
her mouth again.
“Safe,” I said soothingly.
“Secure,” her mouth was moving, the tension and confusion
from earlier starting to drain away.
“Content.”
“Happy.”
“Carefree.”
“Floating.”
“Drifting,” I noted with a smile watching as her eyes were
drooping just a bit, a sudden burst of movement in her eyes as they fluttered
open and closed.
“Flowing.”
“Dripping,” I
noted with a slight thickness to my voice.
“Drops…” she shifted again, squirming.
“Slick.”
“Oil.”
“Glistening.”
“Wet,” she murmured
softly, back arching out.
“Wanting,” I
agreed with a gentle, voice filled with hints of a primal hunger.
“Hungering,” she noted, shifting, squirming.
“Needing.”
“Aching.”
“Desire.”
“Arousal,” she admitted, face already flushed, uncaring as
she shifted in her seat.
“Heat,” I added with a breath.
“Burning.”
“Melting.”
“Consuming.”
“Emptying.”
“Quivering,” she echoed my earlier analogy.
“Inside.”
“Me,” she breathed
out before suckling in a deep, desperate breath.
“Mine,” I stated
simple.
“Yours…” she agreed with only the slightest bit of
hesitation.
“Claimed.”
“Caught,”she whimpered softly, flashing through
the words she had followed that word before even as her voice was distant,
clouded.
“Collared.”
“Owned,” she
stated with a sigh slightly tinged with regret.
“Property.”
“Possession.”
“Whose?” I shifted it to a question, smiling softly.
“Yours…” she admitted softly.
“Mine,” I agreed
with a nod.
“Yours,” she
reaffirmed helplessly.
“Empty.”
“Quivering.”
“Mine.”
“Yours.”
“Empty.”
“Quivering.”
“Claimed.”
“Caught.”
“Obey,” I stated simply as I reached out and cupped her
chin.
“Orders,” she stated simply.
“Listen,” I stated
simply before smiling softly at her. “Because I think you can agree I won, can’t
you?”
“You won,” she agreed in a soft, vacant voice. “You won…
Empty… quivering…”
“And I won you, didn’t I?” I agreed with a nod.
“Yours, claimed, caught, Obey,”
she murmured, the words flowing one to the next, each a little firmer, a little
stronger, a little more powerful.
Annette was wondering exactly what
she was doing standing there quietly while he typed away at his computer. He hadn’t
said a word to her since he’d called her into his office. He hadn’t even
acknowledged her presence, hadn’t glanced her way, and hadn’t even canted his
head towards her.
He just sat there, the rhythmic
clicking of his keyboard filling the air.
Had she done something wrong? She
didn’t think she had. She always did her best at everything she tried, every
task she was given.
She corrected any mistakes she made
as soon as she was told what they were.
She was good at taking care of
things. She was a good…
There was a pause before she shook
her head slightly to try and clear away that thought.
She was a professional woman. She
was not a girl. She didn’t care about being good, about behaving.
She paused a moment as she shifted
nervously around. Except that she had to keep up professional standards. She
was a career woman, there were expectations.
She had to do her best, always. She
had to be the best. That was what a professional woman did.
She was a professional woman and
she had expectations to meet.
A shiver ran down her spine at the
thought. It felt so good to meet expectations. It made her feel like a good…
Another pause before she shook her
head again.
What had she been thinking about?
She remembered thinking about expectations, she had to meet her expectations. She
was a …
Then he sighed when he noted her
suddenly blank look. “Really, must I put up with you doing this again?”
When he got no response, he stood
up and pushed himself away from his desk before moving up next to her. His
finger slipped up, and lightly crooked beneath her chin, and she could feel the
slight pressure pushing her mouth closed. A moment later, his thumb brushed
over her lips for a slow moment.
“What is it that tripped your
little mind this time?” He asked with a slight frown.
Her lips moved without a sound for
a moment, her eyes glazed over, her breath almost whistling past her lips.
He snapped his fingers in front of
her face, causing her to blink then blink again.
“Wha…” she blinked rapidly, her body
suddenly looking sluggish, her voice a mewling slur.
“Honestly, stop thinking so much.
That’s not why I wanted you in here,” he stated simply. “What was going on in
your silly little mind this time?”
“Nuuuut a guuud gurl…” the words was
said with that faint mewling tone, a trace of hungering want trembling beneath.
“Pr….offessionullll…. w…-“
He snapped his fingers again and
she stopped blinking again rapidly.
“I don’t know why you keep
insisting on this silliness,” gently lifting her eyes to his, he looked into
her gaze. “Out there you are a professional woman. In here, you are a good
girl.”
She mewled softly as the words send
a pulse of bliss suddenly coursing through her empty head.
“It’s a simple little concept,” she
could feel his hand on her thigh, pressing up, slowly lifting her skirt, the
heat starting to drip out of her as he pushed inch by inch up her soft,
sensitive flesh.
“Here, you are a good girl,” his
touch made her arch her back, thrusting out her chest as another surge of sweet
pleasure poured through her at the touch that probed against the clinging silk
of her suddenly damp panties. “Here, you let those thoughts melt out of your
body, and dribble down out of you.”
“Meeeeeeellllltttttting…” she
agreed with a quiet little mewl, eyes fluttering closed.
“No thoughts. Nothing but pleasure
and Obedience,” he told her as she could feel him grinding his fingers in such
an intoxicatingly wonderful surge of pleasure.
“Nothinnnnnng…” she agreed again,
grinding back into him, a sweet, shuddering breath leaving her lips as she
gasped softly in agreement.
And then, just like that, his hand
pulled back, leaving her wanting, grinding and whimpering in want, as if she could
bring his hand back by continuing to lewdly draw attention to her actions.
“Good. Now remember that. I’ll play
with you when I’m finished doing some actual work,” he stated as he slid down
into his seat and she could again hear the rhythmic typing away at his keys,
the sounds echoing through her empty mind.
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