Suppressed

Where am I?

I opened my eyes and tried to bring my hand up to shield them from the red spotlight that was shining down on me.

I couldn’t move.

I pulled against my restraints and realized that not only were my arms immobile, my legs were as well. I began to panic as I looked around for any sense of where I may have been.

Nothing.

“Help!” I yelled. “Someone help me!”

My voice echoed throughout the room and I waited for someone to respond.

Silence followed and I looked up at the red light that illuminated my naked body. I started to feel beads of sweat prickling the top of my skin and I wondered how I ended up there at all.

I heard someone walking towards me and I looked in the direction of the footsteps.

“Please, help me.”

He chuckled as he stepped into the light. He was shirtless and the muscles in his chest heaved as he looked down at me. He was wearing a plain black mask over his eyes and beneath them, I could see that he was hungry...wanting. If anyone had brought me here, it was him and I had attempted to ask my jailer to release me. It would have been laughable if I wasn’t so terrified. In one hand, he held a flogger and the long tentacles draped over his leg, reaching towards the floor.

“Are you ready, Natalia?”

“R...ready for what?” I could feel myself shaking against my restraints and my breathing increased as I stared at the hulking beast of a man standing beside me. His hands opened and closed on the handle of the flogger and I knew that he was prepared to punish me for asking questions at all instead of providing the answer that he was looking for.

A sudden realization of where I was, made me gasp out loud.

Fuck.

“You remember, now?”

I nodded slowly and I tried to control my breathing. “I don’t know if I want to do this. I change my mind.”

He smirked. “That’s not your safe word.”

I had never needed a safe word.

I couldn’t even bring myself to think about what word I would have chosen. I tried to think up all of the safe words that I’ve heard my prior toys use and none of them seemed to ring a bell.

What have I gotten myself into?

“Ready or not...”

He flicked the flogger forward and the leather wrapped around to the inside of my thigh, stinging the skin it touched and causing me to pull against my restraints in an attempt to get away from it. He chuckled and walked to the other side of me. He flicked the tresses back towards me, this time aiming for my bare stomach and I could feel the heat of the pain that it left. I looked up at him and watched as he bit his bottom lip, flexing his muscles every time that he flicked the flogger forward and stifling a groan as he watched the raised marks that it left behind appear on my thighs...my stomach...my chest.

He ran the hairs of the flogger lightly against the areas that he had marked and I felt a shiver running up and down my body as I arched my back against the change in sensation.

A moan escaped my lips and I saw him stiffen beside me.

He quickly straddled me and I looked up at him as he hovered there, laying his impressive length on my thigh. He reached between my legs and I took a deep breath, ready for him to touch me.

He slapped the place on my inner thigh where the flogger had grazed, instead and I yelped.

Before the pain had a chance to subside, he slipped a finger inside of me and then another.

I moaned as I felt his fingers sliding in and out of me, slowly at first and then increasing in speed, making me moan louder. He tilted his head down to grab a nipple in between his teeth and bit down until I screamed and felt myself reaching the peak of my climax.

“Come for me.” He demanded.

“Are you okay?”

I nearly dropped my phone as I looked up to see Pam standing in the doorway and I had to slow my breathing before responding. “Yeah, I’m good.” I replied. “Just reading some articles before the meeting.”

“I just wanted to come by and thank you, again, for getting me that spot upstairs so quickly.” She smiled. “I honestly had no idea what I was going to do.”

I smiled back. “Of course.”

Pam was a brilliant project manager and when she sent out an S.O.S. to all of the sorority sisters she had on hand, it was important for me to find something for her even if it wasn’t on the same floor. She had come up almost every day to thank me and it was only because I had refused her offer to buy me any more coffees or lunch to show that gratitude.

I looked at my watch and shrugged before slipping my phone in the pocket of my suit jacket and picking up my portfolio.

I walked around my desk and smiled at Pam again. “Do you want to walk with me to the conference room before you head back upstairs?”

She nodded and stepped out of my way.

I passed the desk that sat outside of my office and made eye contact with Nia to make sure that she was paying attention. “Can you bring me a latte so that I can get some of that in my system after the oodles of fun I’ll be having?”

She laughed. “Of course, Lia.”

Pam and I exited the anterior office and stepped into the hallway that they insisted be decorated in the different art work and tapestries that the firm loved to brag about. “How is your assistant, by the way?”

“Adrianna?”

“If that’s her name.” I laughed. “I’m sorry, I promise that I was listening when you told me the story, her name just escaped me.”

She chuckled. “I told her to take her time coming in.” She replied, looking at the floor as if something else had caught her interest. “She seemed as if she had been a little traumatized.”

“I bet she did.” I sighed. “Poor girl.”

“Apparently she has been having a hard time finding a place out here and I definitely feel as if it’s my fault.”

“Because it is, but this is only a temporary move while you’re waiting for that spot with the north office, am I right?”

Pam nodded. “Right, but either way it goes she was going to have to move and she had to bring that tool of a boyfriend along with her.” She sighed. “He is not making it easy for her to choose a place.”

“Did she really have to bring him at all?”

“No of course she didn’t have to and I did everything I could to convince her to leave the boy behind.”

“What does he do again?”

“He’s still in school.” She replied. “A therapist of some sort.”

“Fun times.” I chuckled. “Maybe she’ll find something around here that will catch her interest.”

She shook her head. “I’ll give her the run down of course when she comes on board that those kinds of attachments are better left outside of the office.”

“Yada, yada.” I laughed. “If she falls for some handsome young man here that will push her to leave the tool behind, you will hear no complaints from me.”

We reached the conference room and I sighed. “I’ll catch you for lunch.”

When I walked into the room, I sighed my satisfaction in being the first one present and I took my seat at the head of the table.

My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my pocket.

Toy A: Will I be seeing you, later?

I laughed and bit my bottom lip as I typed my reply and hit send.

Me: Who is this?

Me: Actually, it doesn’t matter. Whoever you are, I will see you, if and when I feel like it. You will come when I tell you to come and you will be on time unless you want a reminder of who I am. Do not ask again.

Toy A: Yes mistress.

I smiled as I put my phone away and waited for everyone else to show up and stop wasting my time.

It was precious.

My hand went to the chain around my neck and I played with the key hanging there, ready to be done for the day so that I could play with my toys.