The Babysitter Does BDSM Pt. 02

Siena took a shaky breath as she pushed through the gate and walked into Paul's backyard on Saturday morning. She couldn't pretend she was okay without him anymore. And she'd had a very illuminating conversation with one of her other babysitting clients who just happened to be Paul's lifelong best friend, Brad. He'd hinted at her relationship with Paul yesterday morning and she'd told him it was over. Then he'd dropped a truth bomb that made her completely rethink the situation: Paul and Sheila hadn't had sex in years. She'd gone from a heat wave to a blizzard after she'd had the twins, according to Brad.

So she had absolutely no idea how this would go, but she had to do it. She had to at least try to get him back. He could forgive her and punish her accordingly or tell her to go to hell and never speak to him or his family again. It was a toss up, but she was here anyway.

She'd been awake until the wee hours of the morning, telling herself she probably shouldn't do what she was currently doing, but it was a losing battle. She missed him so badly that she couldn't think about anything else when she was alone; he was at the center of her mind and her heart. She needed to know if Brad was right.

Despite the acidity with which he'd spoken to her, Siena knew that she'd hurt him deeply. If she hadn't, he wouldn't have done what he did. If it hadn't mattered to him, she doubted that anything else would change. But he was burning every aspect of their relationship to the ground.

She hoped there was still enough of a coal for her to bring the fire back to life because she missed him so badly it hurt... and it had only been a week.

Her pulse pounded in her ears as she watched him watching her make her way across the lawn. She could see the muscles in his jaw working, like he was grinding his teeth at the sight of her.

Paul watched her approach with vitriol pulsing through his veins. The immediate, treacherous excitement he felt at the sight of her was enough to make his blood boil anew. And with another plate of muffins? It was cruel; couldn't she see that? "What the fuck are you doing here?"

His tone had the edge of a knife, but she took a slow breath and sat the plate on the table in front of him. Her body felt electrified with anxiety as she stood in front of him and looked at his handsome, but pinched face. "I made a mistake."

Paul's heart rate skyrocketed at her simple, nervous confession; he genuinely hadn't expected this, not with the way he had handled her swift separation. He knew he was acting like a heartbroken teenaged boy... but that was how he felt. But until he was certain of her intentions, he didn't feel inclined to speak to her. So he didn't.

When she understood that he wasn't going to respond, just stare her down broodingly, she continued: "I thought I couldn't do this, but I... I was wrong. I need you."

Did she? He thought with derision. Could he trust her though? She'd wanted him and then she hadn't and now she wanted him again? This vacillation alone should prove to him that he should continue to put distance between them.

And yet... could he really turn her away if she was crawling back to him? Expect... was she crawling? She was simply using the same strategy she had the first time. "And you thought another plate of muffins would, what? Make it all better?" he asked, his low voice dripping with derision.

Her eyes dropped to the ground as she wrung her hands in front of her stomach. "No, sir."

"Oh," he exclaimed sardonically. "You'd like to play?" Following a puerile impulse, Paul roughly selected one of her picture perfect muffins, smashing it in his hand before he threw the ruined pastry onto the lawn. "Then let's play."

The muffin landed within Siena's peripheral vision and she immediately looked up, just to watch him smash and throw a second one in her direction. He held her gaze and, no matter how uncomfortable it felt, she didn't look away as he proceeded to slowly and methodically destroy and toss her entire batch of baked goods.

She didn't know the significance of his destruction, if he was punishing her or just being petty, but she was trying to stand there long enough to find out.

When the plate was empty, he picked it up and held it out to her. "Clean up my lawn."

He wasn't dismissing her, but that still didn't mean that this would end with them back together. But she would do what he ordered her to do until he told her to leave. "Yes, sir."

Paul's eyes never left her body as she did as he'd ordered, crouching down over and over to retrieve every piece of the pastry from the grass. She didn't move quickly, and although he could see her hand shake as she reached for the detritus, it was obvious to him that she was trying to make her movements sensual.

His body reacted, to his immense chagrin, but his heart was cautious. He had jumped at her simple, clumsy pick-up without truly considering what an affair with her would be like. She was so young, despite how mature her body and her vocabulary seemed, and perhaps he had expected too much of her as a result.

He knew that he should send her on her way, order her to go back through the gate and never pass through it again, but he equally knew that he wouldn't. If she still wanted him after he played out all of the petty punishments he could bring himself to exact on her... he wouldn't be able to turn her away. Not when she had been the sole focus of his thought life in the past week.

Once the plate was piled high with her ruined peace offering, Siena walked back to the table and held it in her hands, awaiting further instruction. Desperately hoping that his next command wouldn't be for her to leave and never return, she took a slow, shaky breath and stared at his feet.

She couldn't know, but he was using the time to concoct his next order, his next humiliation--for that was what he truly wanted to do. He wanted her to feel as humiliated as he had at being dismissed by her so swiftly. But he knew that the silence would do enough to unnerve her, so even when he decided on his next move, he let several more tense moments pass before he stood up.

The sound of the chair scraping across the tile startled her and her eyes darted up to watch him. His face was still pinched and otherwise unreadable, although that was normal for him, as he stood a foot in front of her. She wondered if he would slap her out here, in broad daylight. Part of her hoped he would; ironically, if he slapped her then she would know that he still wanted her.

But he didn't. Instead, he took the plate from her hand roughly and turned it just enough so that every chunk fell back into the perfectly manicured grass. Then his face morphed into a distinctly sadistic smile and he said: "Have a muffin, Siena."

He was trying to humiliate her, that much was obvious, but the strange arousal she felt mixed in with the humiliation and anxiety as she gracefully knelt to the ground in front of him... that was surprising.

When she reached for a sizable piece, he knocked it out of her hand with his foot. "Not with your hands."

Of course, she thought as she placed her hands on the grass beside her legs and bent over to take a bite directly from the ground. But she still didn't care what he did, as long as he was still doing it.

Before she could take a bite, she felt his foot alight on the back of her head. Her face turned to the side as he increased the pressure, pushing her head into the pile of ruined ingredients. A small whimper escaped her lips as he pushed her just enough to make his point.

But that small whimper soothed the wound in his pride that she had created and he felt just a little of his hurt recede. Just a little bit. Not enough to stop him from caressing the corner of her mouth with his big toe before he reminded her: "Eat."

It was much more easily ordered than executed, but Siena managed to reach her tongue out and pull a small piece into her mouth. His big toe wiggled roughly over her cheek as she held it in her mouth.

"Swallow, slut," he commanded darkly.

She immediately did as he ordered and he removed his foot, instantly crouching down in front of her as she sat up. He considered her stoically for a moment and then he laid his hand across her cheek with the practiced force; fuck, that was satisfying. His dick kicked in his pants when her breath hitched with the unexpected blow.

"Still want me?" He challenged harshly.

Her eyes were emphatic as she started: "Yes, s--"

His hand across her cheek again cut her off. As soon as she recovered and looked in his eyes, he slapped her again. And again. "Still want me?"

She hesitated for a heartbeat and he slapped her again. "Answer me."

"Desperately," she breathed.

He grabbed her chin, digging his fingers into her soft flesh as much as he dared, and directed her to look into his eyes. "Prove it."

He let go of her face just as roughly as he'd grabbed it and stood up from his crouch. "Every crumb of your shit had better be gone from my lawn by the time my family gets home."

"Yes, sir," she answered and retrieved the plate to begin her task. Even though he walked back into his house a second later, Siena made certain that she followed his command to the letter. She didn't want there to be any proof of what just happened either.

Siena was thankful that they had discussed ideal times last weekend, before she had panicked and gotten herself into this situation, so she was ready to leave by nine and out the door the moment she watched him open the sliding door to his terrace. Her body buzzed with anxious energy as she made her way to him; this morning hadn't gone in any way she'd anticipated and, so tonight, she was trying not to have any expectations... aside from pain.

But she missed that just as much. She'd been craving it since she'd had her first, tiny taste. She had to know what else he would do to her that would arouse her in completely unexpected ways. It was as surprising and confusing as it was exciting and unnerving to her, that she would enjoy it this much, but she also knew that the ideas had been in her mind for a long time, before she knew words like kink.

He didn't say anything to her as she came into view or acknowledge her presence in any way, even as she knelt at his feet. She had worn her shortest dress without under garments, hoping he would find it sexy. Since he had ordered her to prove that she wanted him, she placed her hands on his knees, intending to slide them up his thighs, but he immediately covered her hands and peeled them away from his body. "Don't touch me, whore," he said darkly. "Sit silently and sit still until I decide I would like to acknowledge you."

"Yes, s--"

His hand cut her off, making contact with her cheek with a satisfying thwack. "I said silently," he whispered harshly. "Do as you're told or go home."

It was difficult to swallow her response, but she managed to catch herself before she made another sound and he relaxed back into his chair at the head of the outdoor table. Really, she didn't know what she'd been thinking by reaching for him; kneeling quietly, without eye contact, did seem like the more submissive thing to do. But the thing was, he wasn't playing right now; she'd hurt him and she wanted to repent and she wanted that to be obvious.

Paul pulled slowly, almost lazily at his cigar as his eyes poured over her face and her now still body. He hadn't instructed her to avert her eyes, but he enjoyed the gesture, the deference. Somewhere in his consciousness he questioned the wisdom of role playing like this when he was genuinely upset with her, but the way she had accepted his behavior this morning had soothed him more deeply than any apology could hope to do.

It seemed as though an hour passed as Siena knelt on the cool, but hard tile of the terrace, waiting for Paul to finish smoking, but in reality only fifteen minutes passed before he shifted in his seat in order to snuff out the cherry in the ashtray.

As he moved toward her, Siena resisted the urge to move or speak or even look up at him, however difficult, because he hadn't given her further orders. Of course, when he reached around and pulled on her braid, she had no choice but to look up to the night sky. His rough cheek pressed against hers as he held her in place and he whispered against her skin. "The next time you do this, it will be the last. I rarely give second chances, I do not give third chances. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir," she breathed. "Thank you, sir."

He increased the tension on her scalp before he asked: "Are you ready to earn my forgiveness?"

Relief blossomed in her chest as she whispered her affirmative answer to him. They were making up, after all; she hadn't been completely sure if that was the case.

Paul had had little else on his mind as he'd gone about his day, wondering if he should give her this second chance or let her go out of fear that she would keep him in this pattern. But the same thought had kept coming back to him; she was young and inexperienced and he had expected too much of her too quickly--No, that wasn't true, the thought had been much closer to simply needing her.

He stood up and pulled on her braid until she had no choice but to stand up and once she got her footing, he began to pull her toward the door. There was enough slack in her long braid that she could walk behind him, but her head was at an awkward angle and the rest of her felt equally awkward as she focused on walking behind him without clipping his heels.

"Sir," she whispered as they approached the guest bathroom that was just off of the kitchen. She had been sitting at his feet so long that now she had to pee. "I need to pee."

Paul spun around, not letting go of her hair, and asked: "How dire is it?"

How dire? No one had ever asked her such a question, so she took a second before she answered him honestly. "I guess I could wait half an hour, but not more."

"Good," he said and then turned around and continued to pull her down the hallway. She had a feeling that she was going to wait every minute of that half an hour.

They entered his office, or rather the office that he shared with Sheila, but as Siena took a second to look around, it was obvious that they had split the room down the middle. There were two desks offset from one another and almost completely opposite decor. Paul's desk, or the one to which he led her anyway, was antique and wooden and overtly masculine somehow while the other desk was sleek and uncluttered and practical.

He led her behind his desk, pushing his wing-backed leather chair out of the way as he did so. Deciding that he liked to move her body with his hands for this instead of giving her verbal instructions, he let go of her hair and grabbed her shoulders. He deliberately allowed his face to remain stone-like as he glared down at her and then abruptly turned her around and pushed her torso down onto the desk.

Siena grunted involuntarily at the unexpected, if slow descent toward the clean, wooden surface of his desk, automatically putting her arms out to keep herself from smashing her face. Of course, Paul pushed on her back until she was completely laying on the surface with her face to the side.

"Do not move," Paul ordered, already enjoying the view of her rear end in the air. Using both hands, he gathered the fabric of her skirt in his hands until he revealed her surprisingly naked ass. As much as he wanted to plunge his nearly full erection into her straightaway, he had been playing this moment over in his mind all day and he wanted it to happen in a certain way.

Although the pee aspect was unexpected; it was certainly not unwelcomed, but it did require different equipment than what he had in his locked drawer in the desk. He left her skirt pushed up over her hips so if she moved while he was gone, he would know.

Siena was happy that she listened to his directions when he returned much sooner than she anticipated. She heard him lock the door and then walk back over to her with his quick, quiet steps before he shuffled around her without speaking. He eventually pressed against her exposed flesh, still fully dressed but also fully erect, and pulled her arms behind her back one by one.

As many times as she had fantasized about this very thing--and even with him before she knew he liked this--she couldn't ignore the reality that he was angry with her for what she'd done last weekend. "You will stop if I say stop, right?"

He stopped touching her body in any way the moment the word came out of her mouth. "Siena," he said, much more softly than any tone he had used with her all day. "Turn around."

She immediately did as he asked and she was genuinely surprised to see the look of tender concern on his handsome face. "If you honestly doubt that I will stop if you say stop, then you should walk out the door right now. Don't be with me like this if you don't trust me."

If she did have any doubt, it was gone the moment he did exactly what he'd said he would do; he completely stopped the moment she said the word "stop". "I do trust you."

To her further surprise, he caressed her cheek softly and leaned in to kiss her tenderly. "We're making up," he explained in a whisper. "Would you like to do that differently?"

She shook her head instantly. "No, no, I want this."

There was a hint of desperation in her eyes that soothed his own doubts over how this relationship would progress. She'd said that she needed him this morning, that she wanted him desperately; he hoped that would be enough to keep her coming back to him.

"Shall we resume?" he asked softly, still holding her face in his hand.

She agreed and turned to resume her position on the desk, but he stopped her again; "Take off your dress," he commanded, although his voice was distinctly less harsh than it had been before.

Siena immediately complied, enjoying how his eyes drank her in with lust and arousal instead of anger and hurt. She hoped that he would also command her to remove his clothes, but after the garment fell to the ground, and he took a moment to let his eyes roam over her naked body, he turned her by the shoulders and she resumed her bent position over the desk.

Without a word, he pulled her arms behind her back, one by one, and secured them with innocuous velcro straps from his garage. He covered her exposed pussy with his hand, letting his fingers roam over the warm, slick flesh--God, she was the picture of pleasure to him at the moment; open, willing and waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to do to her. Of course he couldn't let her go.

He took his time removing his shirt and his pants, letting her wait even more than she already had. He would be lying if he denied that her having to pee made her wait that much sweeter. But fuck he wanted her, so as soon as he was ready, he grabbed her confined arms and plunged into her.

Siena cried out at the sensation but he surprisingly ignored her--or maybe he couldn't hear her over the sound of his hips slapping against her ass as he relentlessly pounded her from the start. He grasped the base of her braid, pulling her head back as he worked. She couldn't help but enjoy every second; she loved being completely at his mercy and she seriously loved having her arms restrainted behind her back as he fucked her.

She was on the verge of her first orgasm when she felt him abruptly pull out and a few seconds later, she felt the drops of thick, warm liquid on her back as he finished. The sound of his breathing filled the room as he began to spread his handiwork over her skin; he didn't voice it, but he thoroughly enjoyed the idea of her walking home with his dried semen on her back.

"Sir," she said softly after several moments of allowing him to doodle on her. "I really need to pee."

Of course, he thought with a smile. "I remember. Don't move." And he moved away to retrieve his... extra equipment.

Siena, listening to his orders, could only tell that he was doing something as she remained bent over the desk. There was a lot of shuffling around her feet for a few moments before he said, to her utter dismay: "Pee."

"You can't be serious," she said, consequences be damned.

He laid his hand across her ass cheek once, hard, before he said: "I do not give the same order twice, Siena."

She mentally told herself that it was okay, that he would never have her just... pee on the floor, but it was much more difficult than she anticipated. He spanked her again. "I'm not disobeying," she said. "It's difficult to pee when I'm aroused."

He didn't respond, but she heard the sound of his chair rolling closer to her and she assumed that he had sat down to wait for her. He had, in fact; he was very interested in watching her and so he would wait. He needed the time to recover before he could fuck her again anyway.

A satisfied grin curved his lips when a stream of liquid finally fell from her fully displayed genitals. His first submissive hadn't had an interest in wet play, although she had tried it with him once, she had told him that it wasn't something she wanted again. He hadn't felt judged by her--she'd enjoyed some... odd kinks herself--but it had meant that they hadn't included it in their repertoire.

But if Siena was willing to participate in that particular kink after this... he could finally have it. He couldn't explain it, he couldn't explain most of his kinks, but he simply found it arousing when he could have such strange but intimate moments with a woman.

When she finished, he daubed her skin and hair dry and removed the industrial bucket from between her feet. He didn't speak to her as he went about the next step in his punishment plan, although he knew he had to be very delicate with this part. She had been waiting quietly and patiently, still in her bindings, until he spread the first dot of lube over her pink asshole.

"What are you doing?" she asked with panic obvious in her voice.

"I'm going to stretch your ass," he answered commandingly. "We talked about this."

"Yeah, and I told you that it hurts too much," she reminded him. But she wasn't saying the word that would make him stop.

"The way you experienced it hurt. It will be very different my way. And I want to fuck your ass," he said with finality. "Or is this a hard line for you?"

She didn't have to ask what a hard line was, but she did think about how to answer him before she did. He wanted this; he'd brought it up to her before and she knew that he already had experience with it. "No," she said honestly. "But I don't know if I want to do this when you're angry with me."

Paul rolled his eyes at her, even if she couldn't see him. "I will be as gentle as the newly fallen snow," he assured her, trying not to sound sarcastic as he spoke. "But the thing is, it will still hurt you a little bit, no matter how gentle I am, and I admit, I will highly enjoy that right now."

Yeah, that was exactly what she was afraid of. But what had he said to her not twenty minutes before; if she didn't trust him then she shouldn't be with him--especially not like this. "Okay," she said, slightly begrudgingly. "Go ahead."

"But I want you to keep communicating with me, tell me when to pause. And use that specific word," he instructed before he poked a finger through the tight, pink sphincter. "This is my finger."

That wasn't so bad, Siena thought as the digit pushed into her, giving her a slight, but oddly not unpleasant stretching sensation. "That's okay," she said honestly as he began to move in and out of her slowly.

He switched out his pinky for his thumb. "How is that?"

"The same," she said honestly. She could tell that it was thicker, but the difference was negligible.

Paul rummaged around in his usually-locked drawer of sex toys and found the black, sanitized butt plug. It was almost the exact circumference of his dick and he hoped that she would be able to take all of it tonight; he wanted to feel her tight asshole squeezing his cock and he wanted that as soon as he could have it.

Siena could instantly feel the difference between his hand and the smooth silicon of the toy as it began to spread her quickly. "Sto--pause," she said, catching herself at the last moment and the plug stayed where it was. Guessing that allowing her body to relax around the object was the best way to proceed, Siena took a deep breath and tried to focus on letting her body adjust. "Okay, go ahead."

As he applied more pressure, she immediately paused him again. It still hurt, she thought, but not nearly how it had the first time; maybe he was right about his method after all. "Could I--or would you allow me to back onto it?"

His first inclination was to deny her request, but his conscience reminded him that it was, perhaps, a little selfish to do so. She was already compromising for him and, realistically, he was already walking a line by doing this within role play instead of having her do it herself, at her own pace. So he answered: "I will allow you to do that, as long as you take all of it."

"Yes, sir," she moaned as she impaled herself further onto the silicon spike. No matter how much discomfort she felt, the strange mixture of pleasure was ever present. "You were right," she admitted breathlessly, hoping that he would like to hear it. "This is much better than the first time."

"And you're almost to the widest part," he told her gently massaging the skin around her stretched sphincter.

That was a welcomed surprise to her and she pushed back further until Paul told her to pause. "I'm reclaiming control," he explained firmly. "But I will still be very gentle."

"Thank you, sir," she whispered nervously.

She felt him begin to move the toy in and out of her ass slowly and as he worked methodically, she realized that it was starting to feel more pleasurable to her. He really was right.

"You're going to take my cock so well," Paul predicted as he watched her move her hips to meet the plug as he moved it back into her. He was unsurprisingly rock hard again after watching her push herself onto the penile facsimile.

"I hope so," she said breathlessly.

He slapped his erection against her supple ass cheek. "Let's find out."

A small whimper wafted to Paul's ears and his dick twitched as he covered himself with lube and aligned his tip to her tight entrance. She'd taken the girthy butt plug so well that he had little doubt that she would soon become his anal slut, which was exactly what he wanted.

"Pause," she squeaked out after taking the entire tip of his dick without complaint. "This is such an odd sensation," she said tensely. "It hurts but it's incredibly arousing."

Paul's chuckle at this filled the room with an incongruous warmth and both of his hands played with the flesh of her ass. "That's because you're a sexy little masochist," he said as his fingers took a second to investigate her pussy; she was dripping wet. "Do you feel how hard my cock is?"

Before she answered that she did, she pushed herself further onto him.

"And why do you think that is?"

"Because you're a sexy little sadist?" she joked, hoping that it would get her the hard slap on the ass that it did.

"Do not ever call me that again," Paul whispered, trying to sound firm, but he was glad that she couldn't see the smile on his face. Perhaps he liked a bratty submissive more than he'd thought he would.

Siena was surprised that her next push found her butt cheeks pressing into his skin, even as he spread her flesh with his hands. "That's all of me," he confirmed before he pulled out a little and went back in for a slow, gentle thrust. "I'm going to fuck you now."

Her whimpers and other vocalizations of discomfort were completely genuine as he began, but she wouldn't tell him to stop. He was still being very gentle, she could tell, and it did seem like it was slowly turning from more painful to more pleasurable with each thrust. And he certainly sounded like he was enjoying himself, if his groans and expletives were any indication.

After only stopping once to add some lube, Paul was buried deep inside her when he finished, pulsing with pleasure to the point that his eyes rolled back in his head. Getting to come to completion inside of her tight, warm body was an immense joy, he thought as he caught his breath and gently unattached from her.

Lazily, for he was out of steam for the moment, Paul unbound his young lover from her velcro confines. "Stretch," he ordered, with more tenderness than he would normally use in role play, but she had taken him in the ass so well that she had earned a little tenderness from him. "I'll be right back."

As much as he enjoyed anal sex, he had never stopped the habit of immediately cleansing himself afterward. Of course, tonight he was cleaning himself because he was genuinely curious if he was still capable of fucking three times in rapid succession; it had been a very long time since he'd even had the opportunity to try. And Siena was just so damn willing to do what he asked of her--it was incredibly alluring.

When he returned to the office from the bathroom across the hall, she had her arms in the air as she bent her body to the side. She was doing exactly what he'd asked her to do, stretching. He took the opportunity to let his eyes caress her body from a distance as she manipulated her joints. Her form was soft and feminine to the eye, even though his hands were well aware of the strength she possessed--that made it all the more arousing when she submitted to his command.

"How do you feel?" he asked as he neared her. He was only part sadist, after all; he genuinely cared about her experience, too.

"Like I need to shit," she replied coarsely.

He chuckled at her irreverence and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Did you orgasm?"

She shook her head slowly. She could lie and tell him that she had, but she refused to do that with anyone; it was archaic, in her opinion. "No, sir."

His hand was between her legs the next second, massaging her before he poked his fingers into her more sensitive areas. "You're awfully wet, though. Did you enjoy being fucked in the ass?"

"More than I thought I would," she answered breathlessly as he played with her swollen flesh. He was surprisingly slow and gentle as he aroused her, but she knew that it wouldn't be enough to bring her to orgasm and she was sure that he was doing it that way on purpose.

"Would you like to be fucked in the ass again?" he whispered, leaning closer to her face as he spoke. He was surprised by the urge to simply kiss her and hold her in his arms at this point, but it wasn't strong enough to make him change his course at the moment.

"Not tonight," she said with a light chuckle. But if she clearly noticed the difference between how it felt at the beginning versus the end, how much better would it feel the next time? She wanted to find out. "But yes."

After one heartbeat, Paul's hand lazily left her pussy and he slapped her with less force than usual before he grabbed her face loosely, smearing her arousal on her cheek. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir," she corrected herself as a lusty grin spread over her lips. There had to be some sort of psychological explanation for why she felt her clit pulse when he laid his hand across her cheek, but all she knew at that moment was that it absolutely did.

"Sit on the desk," he ordered and he helped her into position as she complied. When he sat back onto his leather chair, she was perched on the edge with her legs spread wide open to him. "Pleasure yourself."

Disappointment prickled in her chest at this order, but she hoped it didn't show on her face; she just wanted to have his hands on her again and her hands on him. That was what she had missed the most; she craved his touch. But she also craved the dark, almost dangerous but deeply satisfied look in his green eyes when she followed his commands. So she did.

Paul could feel the half smile on his face as he watched her begin to circle her exposed, swollen clitoris slowly and her eyelids grew hooded, but he did nothing to change his expression. Watching a woman pleasure herself was an honor and a privilege, even if it was happening due to his command; she always had the right, at any moment, to refuse and to stop their role play.

Of course, he could only sit back and watch her for so long before his desire to touch her outweighed his desire to watch her. "Put your hands on the desk," he ordered, rolling his chair closer to her as she followed the direction. He'd yet to taste her, something he had lamented over the past week, thinking he wouldn't have the opportunity to have her on his tongue, but now was the time to sate that desire.

A soft moan poured over her lips as his tongue flicked her sensitive nub the first time, but her noises tightened as he continued his onslaught in the same way he did most things with her, aggressively. To his surprise, her scent and her taste were almost non-existent, save for a slight saltiness, as his tongue roamed over her silky flesh. It only made him want to bury his face in her pussy far more often than he would be able to.

Wanting a better angle, Paul slid his arms under her knees, pulling them up and spreading her until he could cover her hands on top of the desk. Much better, he thought as he began to shake his head quickly as he suckled her clit.

"I'm coming!" she whispered through a corded throat several moments later. Pleasure poured over her body, spreading out from her center until it reached every tip of her body and Paul continued to lick and flick her with his tongue until it was almost overwhelming. "I think I'm done," she breathed.

But he didn't stop. He didn't relent for one second, shaking his head even faster and she felt her body reacting again, no matter how intense her orgasm had just been. Tension began to gather in her pelvic floor in a way she had never felt before; she'd only ever had multiple orgasms with penetration, and they had been spread out. This was a completely new sensation, deeper and more focused as he kept up his barrage.

"Fuck," Siena cried, throwing her head back, almost annoyed at the sound of her own tight, high pitched cries. "Please," she whispered when her skin started to become too sensitive. She knew she could make him stop, but she also wondered just how much she could handle.

But this time her plea was acknowledged and Paul licked her slowly, one last time, then looked up at her with a lopsided grin. "I believe you were unfamiliar with overstimulation..."

"Is that what that was?" she asked, still recovering her breath.

He nodded slowly, caressing the tops of her thighs. "Did you enjoy it or would you rather not have--"

"I liked it," she said sincerely. "I just felt sensations I've never felt before."

"Excellent," he said with a hint of relief. He wished that he could have better equipment to take her to the next level, but his locked drawer of toys and books was dangerous enough.

Siena caught sight of his cock, hard and pulsing again between his hairy legs and she grinned at it. Consequences be damned, and her sensitive flesh be damned, she carefully maneuvered herself from the desk onto his lap in his chair. To her surprise, not only did he not stop her slow movements, he supported her with his hands on her sides as she got into position.

When she reached between them and aligned him with her entrance, his eyebrow cocked in question. "You're not too sensitive?"

She shook her head as she lowered her body onto him. It certainly did feel different this time; she couldn't remember having so much stimulation in such a short period of time, but it wasn't unpleasant. When Paul put his hand to her cheek, she expected him to punish her for acting without being given directions, but he surprised her yet again when he leaned in to press his lips to hers.

This was new, she thought as she moved her hips and leaned into his skillful kisses. His strong fingers tangled into her hair, keeping her face to his as his lips moved over hers with fervor and passion. It was so different from anything else between them tonight and her heart fluttered with deepening feelings; she couldn't leave him again, not after this.

Sooner than she would have liked, Paul grabbed her sides and pulled her off of him abruptly. "Finish me with your mouth," he ordered, breathlessly, holding the base of his cock tightly. "Taste yourself on me."

He was close, that much was obvious, she thought as she scrambled into a new position, kneeling on the floor in front of him. She took him, most of him, between her lips quickly and bobbed her head down over him.

"And swallow," he added, once he was buried deep in her throat.

Only a few moments later, she followed his order as he squirted his warm, thick climax down the back of her throat and she managed to swallow every viscous drop. It wasn't necessarily her preference, but the satisfied, silly-happy smile on his relaxed, handsome face made it worth it.

"Good girl," he whispered, caressing her cheek as she looked up at him.

"Did I earn your forgiveness?" she asked sweetly, pressing her face into his palm.

"Completely," he told her honestly. "Come here."

He reached for her and she climbed up into his lap. His arms went around her, pulling her into his chest and burying his face into her hair. Oh, she liked this; this is what she had wanted with him to begin with.

"Please don't do this to me again," he whispered against the skin of her neck, his voice ragged with desperation.

"I can't," she told him honestly. "I know this is wrong, but I--I need you."

"What made you change your mind?" He'd been curious about that all day. He already knew exactly why she'd broken up with him.

She didn't know how he would feel about her conversations with his best friend, but they had agreed to be honest with each other and she wanted to honor that. "I talked to Brad and he--"

Paul's head immediately popped up so he could look at her with a knit, disapproving brow. "You talked Brad about this?"

"You talked to him and then he kissed me on Wednesday!" she replied with equal agitation.

At this, his green eyes widened wildly. "He what! I--I'm shocked by that!"

"Yeah, me too!" Siena said. "Trust me, I've had quite the week! It caught me completely off guard, I thought they were happy."

"We're in agreement there, although I know their marriage isn't perfect but he's never indicated that he was... looking for something else. What did you do?"

Running her finger over his collarbone, she answered: "I told him that if he wants something with me then he needs to talk to Alyssa, because the truth is... I like Alyssa, so I'm not doing that to her."

"She is very gregarious," he observed genuinely.

"Not to mention smart and funny and so hot," Siena added with a slightly dreamy smile.

"Oh," he vocalized as he took in her smile. "You're attracted to her."

"Very," she admitted, this time with a slight blush.

"I didn't realize you're bisexual."

She nodded slowly, hoping that wouldn't alter his opinion of her somehow. "I am. And so is Alyssa."

Paul cocked an eyebrow at her; how did this girl manage to get people to be so open and vulnerable around her? "Did she tell you that?"

She nodded. "She did and she wanted to know all about my experiences too. I'm not saying that I think something will happen with her, but I'm not going behind her back. I'm struggling with doing that to Sheila and I don't have feelings for Sheila."

"To be clear," Paul said firmly. "You're not doing this to Sheila. You're doing this with me, despite her. Just like me. I assure you, I would rather be faithful to my wife and have a sexual relationship with her, but... that's not the case and that is her choice entirely."

"When was the last time you two had sex?" She knew she probably shouldn't ask him, but she wanted to know if he would give her the same answer that Brad had told her.

"Uhh," he said, needing time to dig into his memories. "Six year. Since the twins were born."

Same answer. "Wow, yeah, that's what Brad told me. He said she thinks that sex is only for procreation."

Paul nodded his affirmation of that fact. "And she can't have any more children, so we don't have sex. It was... very different in the beginning of our relationship. Very different," he said softly, hating that he felt the prickle of tears at the backs of his eyes as he thought about it.

But when Siena's soft, small hand smoothed over his cheek, the urge to cry receded. That was a nice change.

"I know I said that you can come over whenever you'd like," he said, deciding to change the topic away from his pitiful marriage. "But I think I'd rather know when you'll be here."

"Okay, do you have a schedule in mind?"

"Saturday mornings," he said straightaway. "And a weeknight. What is your schedule like?"

The energy in their exchange changed to practicality as they settled on a schedule of twice on Saturdays and then Wednesday nights.

"I don't want to leave," Siena whispered against his skin when she knew the time to depart had come. She hoped, as she always did, that her behavior didn't seem childish to him.

"I don't want you to either," he whispered back, to her relief. His arms tightened around her, pulling her still naked flesh against his one more time. "But it is time. We both need to get some rest after today."