For His Desire(23)

Elena apologized again, feeling terrible for having spied on him. Elena felt the strong need, though, to turn the subject back around to the girls. She wanted to understand more about this side of Michael. “These girls, all tied up . . .,” she said, tears stinging her eyes. “This is all way beyond anything we’ve done together.” Elena felt inadequate in her inexperience.



“They’re in the past, Elena,” Michael said. “If I had tried to whip you or lock you into a hood, how would you have reacted?”



Elena’s mouth was dry, her throat tightening. “How could you do that though? How could they stand that?” Her heart was racing and she felt afraid not only of what she saw in the photos, but also what she felt inside thinking of herself in those positions.



“All consensual,” Michael assured her. “Some girls need the pain and bondage as much as I need to give it. I would never push you into doing something that I don’t think you could handle. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to have experiences with you, Elena, but when you submit to me, trust is essential.”



Elena’s heart began racing at the thought of being one of those girls in the pictures. Tied up and completely helpless. This was the picture of submission to Michael. It made her afraid, yet she felt the growing wetness spreading between her legs. It scared her and yet she was drawn to it. It made sense to her in a way that she could not articulate. Even though the subject still scared her, she had to admit that there was a beauty in all of the pictures.



“Elena, you need to be punished for this,” Michael said. “I need you to know how serious this is and I need to know you’ll never do it again.”



Elena felt nervous flutters in her stomach. Somehow she knew that Michael wasn’t talking about a simple spanking, what he had in mind was probably something that was more in alignment with what she saw in the pictures.



“What does that mean?” Elena asked. Again she was treading in unfamiliar territory and if she were to go ahead with Michael, she would need to trust him, trust that he knew what he was doing.



“It means I’m going to punish you and you agree to submit to the punishment. I believe it is the only way to get past this for both of us.” He put his hand under her chin, tilting her face up toward his. “I know it is scary, Elena. It is supposed to be.”

It was hard for Elena to wrap her mind around the thought of being punished, but it was worse for her to think that she had disappointed Michael. She was still mortified at the thought of Michael catching her with the photos. She knew that trust had to be mutual; if she was asking him to trust her, she had to trust him as well.



“I’m sorry,” she said again, swallowing hard. She knew that it had begun and that she would submit to Michael. She had to know how that felt and had to know how they could get past this issue.



“You don’t know what sorry is,” Michael said. “But you will.”



Elena felt her face flame red and she felt her throat get drier. He was still completely in control of himself and though she felt nervous, she nodded her head. She knew she could not leave, couldn’t walk away from Michael. She was drawn to him and this need to know him, to know about this side of him.



And to know about this side of herself.



“Get undressed,” Michael said. His tone was low and controlled, but beneath that Elena knew he was angry at her for the first time since they met. She struggled with the need to make things right.



Fingers trembling, Elena unbuttoned her shirt and skirt, sliding them off and tossing them into a pile. She stood naked on front of Michael and his desk and she chose to focus her attention on the desk. Michael’s desk was enormous and sparsely furnished. Michael’s laptop and phone were on one end of the huge mahogany desk and there were neat piles of files next to the laptop. Michael had cleared the other end of the desk so that half the desk was completely cleared.



When she was naked, Michael looked at her and she shivered. Elena was used to being naked in front of Michael, but this felt different. The office was warm, but the look on Michael’s face was anything but.



“Lean over the desk,” Michael ordered and Elena complied. The surface of the wood was cool against her bare breasts. Elena felt Michael wrap ropes around her ankles, tightly binding her legs far apart to the desk legs. Already she could feel an ache in her thighs from her legs being pushed so far apart.



He stretched her out onto the desk, tying her hands together and then used long lengths of rope to secure the ropes at her bound wrists to the underside of the desk. The position was uncomfortable, but not unbearable and she was amazed at how quickly Michael was able to secure her. Even before she tried them, she knew that the knots would hold. Her ass was thrust up into the air and there was no slack at all in the rope. Elena froze, terrified as she braced herself for whatever would follow.