For His Desire(25)

“It will bruise,” he said. “You’ll definitely feel it when you sit down, but it shouldn’t be too bad.” She felt his hands working to untie the knots on her ankles and then her wrists. When the rope was removed, Michael massaged her wrists and ankles, working to return the circulation and to remove the marks made by the tight ropes.

The gesture was so kind that Elena began to cry again, though she wasn’t quite sure she could explain her tears. “I’m sorry,” she choked out and he brushed the tears from her cheeks.



“I know,” he replied and from his voice, Elena could not tell what he was thinking or feeling. He was Michael in control, just as always. She wondered about that, wondered how that was possible.



“Those girls,” she said. “And what you just did. How do you know you won’t just lose control?” Elena knew she was expressing her fear belatedly after Michael had already punished her, but she needed to know the answer. “Have you ever lost control?”



“Honestly, Elena, I’m always in control. Always. If I can’t be in control of myself, I don’t have any business being in control of anyone else. I like causing pain, yes, but I’m careful about hurting in the wrong ways. Now lean on me.” He helped her up off the desk and walked her to his leather couch. “Lie down on your stomach,” he instructed and Elena did. The leather was cool against her skin and she was tempted to turn over to see how it would feel against her ass, but she was also afraid it would hurt too much.



She reached down to feel her ass and it was still warm, though it hurt less than it had. Her fingers brushed against the welts made by the cane. Elena felt Michael’s hands push her own away, taking their place on her ass. She felt a cold sensation, and she realized that he was rubbing lotion into her ass. She could smell a subtle scent she didn’t recognize but it was very pleasant and the feeling of it on her skin was divine.



“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m looking out for you. I don’t like the idea of anything bad happening to you, Elena. Not ever. As I said, you can ask me questions. I am not used to talking about other women, but if there is anything you want to know, Elena, just ask. I’m not hiding anything about my past, but I do have to remain secretive about my job. My office is the worst place for you to be exploring. I cannot emphasize that enough. It could be dangerous for you.”



His hands were so gentle on her tortured skin and she couldn’t believe that it was those hands that had hurt her to begin with. Each touch soothed her and helped to erase the heat from her ass. The sound of his voice was helping to relax her further. In some strange way, she felt better, even though her behind was sore.



“I don’t like to punish, Elena,” Michael said, still massaging her sore flesh. “But I worry about you and I have to know you won’t do it again. If you want to know something, just talk to me,” he repeated and Elena knew that was what he had been trying to tell her all along. She wished she had just talked to him to begin with, but at least now she knew that she could.



“I won’t snoop again,” Elena assured him. She wasn’t anxious to endure that again and she was feeling conflicted. She understood Michael’s point and she had consented to submit to him, but she was a grown woman and definitely not used to being punished. It had been cathartic, though. She just wanted to rest her mind and the onslaught of thoughts. Instead she focused on her unfulfilled need and gushing pussy.



“Good girl,” he said and Elena felt a rush of happiness from his words. Being with him made her happy. “The paddle is never for play time. We’ll keep that separate for punishments, understood?”



Elena nodded. “You won’t have to use it again,” she said and he bent down to kiss the back of her neck. He brushed her hair aside and kissed her shoulders. She felt herself melting into the couch, as she was soothed and more aroused by his touches. Michael had such a strong effect on her, making her ache for him.



Elena felt a rush of pleasure shoot through her. “Michael,” she said, lifting her head toward him. She rolled over onto her side, wanting to kiss him. The position was awkward and she could feel her ass pressed against the back of the couch. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it felt odd and she reached up for him, trying to shift into a different position.



Michael took her hand, helping her stand. As she stood next to him, she tilted her head upward, her lips meeting his eagerly. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her. As they kissed, so passionately, so sweetly, Elena felt a surge of affection for him. She knew he didn’t want anything to happen to her and she knew he would not hurt her. He had not hurt her – not really. She understood that and it made her feelings for him even stronger. Yes, the paddle stung, but the stinging in her ass helped ease the guilt she had felt for sneaking around in Michael’s private office.