For His Desire (Full Trilogy)

by Matisse, Alora

  “If I can’t trust you, Elena, this will not work.” Michael’s voice was still calm and even, but Elena knew he was angry. Yet he remained in control. Michael was always so in control, so in control of his job, his life, his staff – and his new submissive.

  She felt a stab of sudden, irrational jealousy of these women she didn’t even know.

  She knew that Michael had been in control of these other women, other submissives from his past and she did not know if she could do the things she saw in the pictures.

  But she was also aware that seeing the women in bondage made her excited and aroused. It confused her that she could feel jealous and aroused and afraid all at once and she was afraid that Michael would be able to read all of those emotions on her face. She kept her head down as she put the pictures back into the folder.

  “You can trust me, Michael,” Elena said, anxious to reassure him. The experiences she had had with Michael had all been incredible and she wasn’t willing to give that up. She knew she had made a mistake but she would find a way to make it up to him.

  “Elena, you have no idea what you’ve done. You cannot spy on me, especially here in my office. I know it sounds dramatic, but in these cabinets are classified files and you could be in danger if you found them. Even if the wrong person discovered that you were looking around in my office, it could be bad for you. I need to keep you safe.”

  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.

  Elena felt a hard smack on her ass and she cried out in pain. There was no warm up and no teasing: just the hard whack of the wooden paddle against her naked ass.

  Again and again Michael struck her. There was nothing playful in this paddling; Elena could feel that he was trying to teach her a lesson and she was determined to be strong and take it.

  The rain of blows upon her bare flesh was intense and brutal and she cried, tears flowing down her cheeks. “It hurts,” she cried, not able to stop herself. She couldn’t hold in her feelings and though she cried, Michael continued with the paddle. She lost track of the number of times the paddle came down. It was not slow and sensual; it was quick and punishing and Elena tried to squirm within the tight ropes but she could not move. She was stuck in place, her ass an effective target for Michael’s paddle.

  “You cannot search my files,” he said, the paddle striking to emphasize each work he spoke. Her ass felt as though it were on fire and his words stung her. Elena tried to settle into the pain, but the strikes were coming too quickly for her to get accustomed to them.

  “I won’t,” Elena said, her voice raspy from crying. “I’m sorry.” She felt the apology coming from deep within, words that she spoke because she meant them – not just because she wanted to the paddling to end. Elena tensed, waiting for the next punishing strike, but Michael set aside the paddle, laying it on the desk next to Elena.

  “This is my cane,” Michael said, placing the object in front of Elena’s face so she could see it. It was very thin and wooden, though Elena could not tell what kind of wood. She didn’t think it looked scary – especially compared to the paddle that was lying on the desk next to her. “I want you to count these. There will be five.”

  Elena’s heart began racing, knowing that the punishment was not over. But five
strikes would be bearable. She had never felt a cane, but decided it could not be worse than the paddle. Her ass still burned from the paddle.

  She was so wrong.

  The first strike of the cane took her breath away, the wood impacting roughly with her bare skin. “One,” she choked out. She pulled frantically at the ropes binding her hands, but she was stuck, unable to free herself. She convinced herself that she could not take any more of those, just as he struck her again. She screamed from the impact of the cane on her already reddened, tender ass.

  She yelled out “two” as it struck her and she could feel the word catching in her throat. The next three strikes were delivered in quick succession and she wasn’t sure which was worse, the delay or the rapid fire. She screamed out the “three, four, five” and when Michael set the cane down, she was breathing hard and her arms and legs ached from straining against the ropes. “All done,” he said, his hand affectionately brushing her hair and he kissed the top of her head.

  Elena felt grateful that they were done and even felt a measure of pride in herself. She settled into the bondage, relaxing. Only when she relaxed did she realized how aroused she was. Elena could feel the tension leaving her body, though the heat and the pain in her ass remained. Strangely, she also felt lighter, felt as though something important had transpired between them.

  Elena closed her eyes and she felt Michael behind her, his hands on her hips, his hard cock pressed against her ass. She could feel his need and though she would not have thought it possible, Elena was soaked and Michael’s cock slid into her. He pushed hard into her, making her squirm within the ropes. Elena felt Michael’s cock fill her; as with the paddling, it was hard and fast, driving into her fiercely.

  She had no control as Michael slammed into her, his body pressing hard against her, seemingly with no regard for her sore, punished ass. Her breasts pressed against the desk as he fucked her harder, faster, possessing her, owning her. Elena tried to keep up with him, tried moving against him but the ropes held her tightly in place.

  “Michael, Michael,” she whimpered, the pain in her ass combined with the feeling of his cock thrusting into her exciting her more.

  She tried to press her aching cunt into the desk, trying to get some relief from the arousal she was feeling, but there was nothing she could do. She was frustrated and wanted to touch her clit, but could not alleviate the neediness she felt. She wanted Michael to touch her, but he kept his hands on her hips.

  Elena felt his release deep within her cunt and he pulled away from her. She lay her head down on the desk, unaware of what he was doing behind her, but she hoped that he would touch her. Even just a soft touch of her clit could bring a welcome release from the intense frustration she felt. Instead, she felt his hands on her again, gently brushing against her aching ass.

  “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.

  “Thank you,” she whispered to him, kissing him and though she didn’t specify what she meant, she hoped that Michael knew she was grateful. Michael lay back on the floor, pulling Elena down on top of him. She was surprised, but straddled him, leaning down to kiss his lips, his neck. He lifted his head to her breasts, licking and sucking at her pert, pink nipples until she began to moan.

  “You always taste so good,” he said, teasi
ng her nipples with his lips and gentle nibbles that made the ache in her empty cunt increase.

  “Michael,” she whispered into his ear. It felt so foreign being on top of Michael, but the feeling of his body pressed against hers was familiar and thrilling. She rubbed her breasts against his muscular chest, feeling her nipples grow harder. Just being near Michael made her body react strongly; her inner thighs were growing wetter from the sensation of his warmth.

  Elena wanted suddenly to tease Michael, as he had teased her so many times. She had loved the anticipation and she wanted to make it good for him as well. She cupped his balls in her hands, feeling free to explore his body as she had not been able to before. Though she had known his cock intimately, she had never really looked it at and she did now and she fondled his testicles. He moaned and the sound excited her.

  She wrapped her hand around his thick cock and he inhaled sharply. Elena smiled, feeling powerful and rather sure of herself. She liked knowing that she could give such pleasure to Michael. His cock felt good in her hand, so impossibly hard and though she wanted to shove it inside of her needy pussy, she forced herself to slow down and draw out the pleasure, to make each touch increase his arousal for her.