As a result of losing a bet, Olivia is forced to go to a sex dungeon with her best friend Sophia. Although BDSM is far from Olivia's evenly planned young adulthood, a daring man intrigues her and opens her eyes to this new and intriguing world. Howe...
I feel fingers wrap around my hair as I empty my stomach in the toilet. Experienced and fast they grasp my hair and swirl them around, keeping it away from my face. Tears are running down my cheeks as a result of the unexpected reaction to the hangover.
"Oh my fucking God", I whisper down the toilet and raise my hands to my face. My thoughts are racing through my mind. I sit up. The hand leaves my hair, and I hear the sink turning on. Somehow Mr. Smith has found a glass and is now handing me some water. He is completely silent. "I'm so sorry", I finally say and sip the water. He just looks at me with no emotion whatsoever. He removes the glass and helps me get up with the other hand. Before I know it, we're walking towards the living room, him guiding me with his hand on my waist. He sits me down on a chair and places the water before me. I cover my face in my hands. I can hear him opening my fridge and moving around the kitchen. "You really don't have to", I say embarrassed.
"Shut up and drink your water," he says. I do as I'm told, not having any energy left to talk back to him. I am beyond embarrassed; I feel like I can never go outside again. I want to sink into the chair below me and stay there for the rest of my life. How will I ever recover from this?
After a little while, some toast with butter and jam next to some freshly chopped fruit is placed before me. "Eat", he says, and sits in front of me. I don't even look at him, I just begin eating the food. The toast crunches as I bite into it, and although I am nauseous, my body feels relieved of getting something in it, that isn't alcohol. I eat the whole thing in silence, feeling his eyes on me. With every bite, I feel a little better physically and a lot worse mentally. I wipe my mouth with the back of my arm after the last bite.
"You didn't have to do that for me", I say silently, still looking down at the table.
"Don't be ridiculous". I finally look up at him. He's leaned back in the chair, his opened shirt getting stretched by his laid-back position, revealing more of his chest. The dark hairs on his chest peeps out. I catch myself staring and try to focus my eyes on something else. He suddenly gets up and comes back to the table with his briefcase in his hand. He sips it open, pulls out his computer and opens it on the table. He sits down and begins typing. I sit for a moment trying to figure out what his intentions are. Does he plan on staying?
"You don't have to stay here", I say confused. He looks up from the computer and catches my eyes. My stomach drops. I suddenly feel very self-aware.
"I plan on staying until you, or someone else, can take proper care of you". I nod slowly. There's no point in arguing. "Put on some clothes and lay down", he commands. I stand up, my gown slightly loosening as I do so. His eyes flicker quickly down my body and he then quickly looks back at his computer. I look down at myself and notice that the gown has opened slightly, and is revealing some of my left breast and my left thigh. I feel the blood rush to my cheeks and I quickly close it. I clumsily and fast close the ribbon around my waist, turn around and, feeling very embarrassed, walk towards my bedroom. When I get in there I cover my eyes and let out a groan.
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Mr. Fox is standing in front of me. His chest is bare and his eyes are looking down at me from underneath his mask. His strong hand finds my throat. He holds me in place, as he moves closer to my ear. He breathes in through his nose as if he's breathing me in. Behind me, I feel another set of hands finding my waist. It's Mr. Smith. His hands are slowly moving from my waist up towards my breasts. I'm holding my breath, wanting all four hands everywhere. His hands finally reach my breasts, and he begins playing with his fingers around my nipples. They harden, wanting nothing else but the touch of his fingers. Finally, he begins touching them and I let out a moan. Mr. Fox's hand moves from my throat to my mouth, silencing me. His other hand finds its way down towards my g-string, passing my belly button and further down. He slowly pulls off my panties, while Mr. Smith continues playing with my nipples. Mr. Fox finally puts his fingers inside of me. I moan through his hand and can feel his fingers getting wet from me. His thumb finds my clitoris and starts massaging it, while his fingers slowly go in and out of me. Mr. Smith begins kissing my neck from behind. Mr. Fox takes his fingers out of me and puts them in his mouth, to taste me. I want to be fucked so bad.
I wake up suddenly on the couch, sweating and very confused - and hot. I feel a set of eyes on me. It's none other than Mr. Smith. He is sitting on a chair in front of me, looking up from his computer. It's as if he's been sitting like that, watching me, for a while. At first, I'm confused. I forget why he's here, in my apartment, and still feeling as if he was just caressing my breasts. I look at him, with hungry eyes, and a part of me feels like he can see right through me. As if he knows what he was just doing to me in my dream. He looks as if he's fighting every muscle in his body to stay seated and not come over to me. That is, at least, how I feel. I bite my lip and try to control my breath. I want him so bad. He looks at my lip, then closes his eyes and breathes irritated through his nose.
"Please," he mutters. "Stop that". He opens his eyes again. They look just as hungry as mine probably does.
"Why?", I say daringly.
"Because I cannot contain myself", he answers. My heart drops. I cannot find any words to respond.
"Then don't", I finally whisper back. He bites his lip. I look down at his pants. He's getting hard for me. My whole body is squirming for him. Suddenly he closes his computer and stands up. I sit up on the couch, thinking he will come over to me. However, he instead begins packing his stuff. I feel the disappointment flood through me. He then quickly walks over to me and crouches in front of me. I hold my breath.
"This... Cannot happen, Olivia. Do you understand? You don't want this". His face is close to mine. He pauses and looks into my eyes. I look back into his.
"Stop telling me what to do", I say back, feeling my heart pounding twice as fast as usual in my chest. His eyes flicker to my mouth. His nostrils flare, and he lifts his hand and clenches it annoyed in front of my mouth. He tilts his head, moving closer to me. I want him to kiss me more than anything.
"The things I'd do to you", he whispers. My heart drops. He looks at my mouth again. My whole body is hot, I want him so bad. My panties are for sure drenched. His jaw is clenched. I know he knows it too. Suddenly, he gets up and straightens his shirt. "I'm going to transfer you to a different floor. I'll give you good recommendations, but you cannot work for me anymore. Goodbye Olivia". Then he turns and leaves.
