How I Lost My Babysitting Job Ch. 02

"Fuck me! Fuck me! I have to have it! I -- gods, let me come! Let me come! You have to let me fucking come! Please fuck me hard!"

Then he was in, pounding my bound body, and I felt my hips straining to tilt upwards for him. My clit sent shocks through me on every thrust. And then his hand grabbed my throat, roughly, and he screamed angrily in my face "Kiss me as you come!"

That did something to me I can't even describe. Terror mixed with my renewed orgasm; I was a little girl being raped by a big, big cock and I had to please him -- I'd do anything to please this terrifying sultan who was choking me and fucking me and taking my helpless, eager body. I cried, kissed him frantically, and shrieked again, coming violently as that impossible cock plunged into me over and over. I felt his fingernails sinking into my breasts, and desperately I licked his mouth, needing his orgasm, needing to satisfy his animalistic hunger for my body.

His thrusting got rougher and faster, and then he came. I felt him shudder over and over, and I came again, incoherently sobbing. I'd pleased him. Oh gods, I'd pleased him and it made me come. All that hard maleness, all that fury, and I'd taken it all in and made him happy... When my orgasm subsided I felt tears trickling across my cheeks. I'd pleased him!

(I know that sounds pathetic. Plenty of guys would be pleased to have me in bed and I think they'd come just fine. And I guess any guy I went to bed with, I'd try to make it good for him and I'd be happy if he liked it. That's not what it's like with Dr K. At all.)

After a moment he kissed me gently, staggered up, and cleaned up. Then he unbound me, sat in a chair and gestured me over. I curled up in his lap, shivering.

He caressed me, slowly. "Good girl," he murmured. "Did I frighten you?"

"Yes... It's -- it's okay," I whispered, nuzzling against his chest. "I... think I liked it." I half-giggled; I was such a girl. "I think you could tell."

"I could. You'll be sore tomorrow. Here, here and here," he said, touching my belly, thighs and arms. "Stretching and walking will help."

"Did... did I-"

"Don't, Alona. That's such a girl question. Yes, I liked it. I came hard, and anyway if you don't please me, I'll tell you. Over time, I'll let you out of the restraints and teach you just what to do with your body to make sure you please me. But don't worry about that. You'll always be willing to please me, won't you."

I shivered, swallowing. Saying it, admitting it, made it real. "Yes."

"To show me you mean it, I want you to slide to your knees, and very gently kiss my cock. Not sexually. Obediently."

And I did, shaking on the outside, glowing on the inside. That word. Obedience. I was being obedient. I didn't have words for what kneeling to his cock did inside me.

"Good. Now back in my lap."

I nestled in again. "Can I ask questions?"

"You may."

"Um... about Lauren. I'm not jealous, I just... she said some things. Do you fuck her?"

"Not often. She's not good at giving me something I want. You'll just have to learn to deal with her anger."

"Ok. And... I don't even know how to ask. This is a very strange doctor's office. I mean, all those women patients. And you're not a gynecologist, you're not advertising as a sex therapist..."

"I started out as a neurologist. Brain stuff. But, well... a lot of women started booking my time and it was obvious that they wanted something... more specific. Most of my patients do have actual conditions; it's not all like Miss Q."

"What was that about?"

"You aren't supposed to intrude on doctor patient privilege, Alona. But I did pull you in, so... she's sexually straight, but her boyfriend wants her to be bisexual. She couldn't get herself to, um, experiment with that idea, and it's not something she wanted to admit to her girlfriends. So she came to me."

"Her boyfriend told her to... and she'd do that for him?"

"It's amazing what women will do for the right man."

"Are... are you going to do that to me?"

"Lauren does have nice tits, doesn't she."

"Eww. Stop."

"I saw the way you looked at her. Let me put it this way. You've become my sexual playmate. And I am very playful, and very demanding. You're going to experience all sorts of things, some of which you can't imagine now."

I was shivering. "I, um, have limits."

"Write a list of the things you won't do. I'll read it carefully."

"You're... scary, you know."

He kissed me. I clung to him, and cried a little, suddenly.

"I'm so over my head. Don't... don't be... keep in mind how old I am. I don't know anything."

"I know. I'm ruthless, but not malicious. I'll push you, bend you, I'll have such power over you... but you'll be safe. Any time you feel truly unsafe, you have to talk to me, immediately. That's your first rule. There will be others."

"Rules?"

"Many rules, over time. For now, just curl in and let me pet you."

I curled, and his hands moved over me, lightly. It was peaceful, almost hypnotic. He was still mostly closed and I was still entirely naked, but it didn't bother me as much now. I felt kind of sleepy.

"Dr K... why..." I shook my head to clear it a little. "Why am I doing this?"

He cupped my breasts, gently. I leaned by head back and kissed his cheek. Lauren, I decided, was an idiot.

"Why are you giving yourself to me?"

"Um... yeah."

Slow, light stroking.

"Because I want you to."

"....Oh."

**

Somewhere in there, during that day, I went from a girl infatuated by a guy, to a girl possessed by a guy. I'm not going to say it "just happened." It was a realization that kind of settled in. When I went home after work, I shook for an hour and then threw up, I was so overwhelmed. And I was going to quit the next day. But the next morning I found myself dressing, casually, and heading to the office, telling myself I'd just see what clothing he picked for me (I had to know!) and then I'd quit...

That's a story for another day. Right now my hands are shaking. Tomorrow I'll go in and beg for sex. I'm not supposed to beg, but... the consequences are just as addictive as the actual sex. I know that now. And when he's done punishing, he'll make me watch as that big hard cock slams into me, and then he'll make me beg for release as he comes.

I have to sleep now. Or at least try. Oh gods, the dreams I'll have...