Unorthodox Therapy by Lilah E. Noir Page B

touching me. If he had pushed his fingers inside me or rubbed my G-spot, I would have cum immediately. My body writhed in his strong grip and I surrendered to the order as the haze of lust took over. I licked and sucked Thomas's fingers as if they were his cock, forcing their way in and punishing my wide-open mouth.
    “That day was such a revelation to me.” Thomas pulled his fingers out and wrapped them around my throat, applying just the lightest possible pressure, a caress rather than choking. “When I saw you for the first time I thought you were a goddess, the ultimate fantasy. You appeared so flawless and unreachable for basic human passions. A larger than life statue of marble.” In other circumstances, I'd have teased him for this ridiculous poetic expression. It was so untypical of him. Right then, though, I sensed tears brimming in my eyes. Why did people always have such high expectations of me?
    “How can you blame me for being imperfect and human?” my husky voice croaked as I struggled to swallow the sobs of agony.
    “On the contrary.” There was nothing erotic about the simple kiss Thomas placed on my forehead. He was touching my throat with tenderness and his thumb was smoothing my skin. “It made me realize how wrong I was to put you on a pedestal. You're not made of lifeless stone. You're a woman with secrets, desires, dreams and flaws, red-blooded and erotic.” He breathed in my ear and pulled me closer to him. His hard erection was rubbing against my thigh and the lace of my stocking. “A woman who has an unexpected adventurous side begging to be explored. You need to have your pussy filled. You crave to be fucked within an inch of your life, don’t you? I bet there haven't been many who have fucked you like you deserve.”
    If he had spoken these words in his living room, I'd probably have slapped him hard and left, but by then I was conquered with need and aching. Thomas was slowly pushing my buttons, releasing all those sides of me I’d been too ashamed of. In this moment, his words were the most beautiful I'd ever heard.
    My body relaxed against him until I felt the sudden pressure of his finger in my rear. I jolted and attempted to move away, surprised by his actions. Thomas moved his hand back to my sweaty hair and whispered.
    “Are you a virgin here?” His fingers, well soaked with slick juices, probed at the puckering rose of my asshole and made their way past the anal ring. “Or has some lucky bastard had the pleasure of opening up that ass?”
    “Thomas...”
    “Relax, Lina. I know what I’m doing.” He kept a firm grasp of my hair and slid his finger further inside me, expanding the narrow passage. “So tell me, what were you thinking of when you had your fingers buried in your pretty tight cunt? Go ahead, boss, show me how dirty you can be.” Thomas pushed his digit to the first knuckle in my ass and I whimpered in mortification. He was touching spots that turned me into a complete mess of a whore. After the first time, I’d always refused anal to my lovers, but now my former assistant was slowly claiming my ass and the juices were flowing down my dirty thighs. The shame burned inside me like a hot iron.
    “Why are you torturing me?” I could no longer hold in my desperate purrs of need.
    “Lina, you're really testing my patience here.” His voice was calm and even amused. “I asked you two questions and I require your answer. Trust me, the punishment I have in mind for your disobedience will not be one you will enjoy.”
    His statement broke me out of my spell and brought my rebellious side to the surface. As Thomas kept playing with my ass, I turned to him and challenged him with my best mischievous voice.
    “Why, what are you going to do? Bend me over your knee for a good night spanking?”
    This time, there was no pleasure in the stinging slap on my already burning ass cheeks. I heard myself howling as Thomas left a very distinctive mark on the left one. Tears