Insufferable Proximity (15 page)

“I wish lightning would crash through the roof and hit you on top of the head.” she slowly unbuttoned the shirt then slid it off and sat it on the couch. There she stood in ridiculously-large, white cotton panties with an unusually tight corset that made her chest appear flat and still managed to look magnificent.

“Do you need help with that thing?” he asked looking at the monstrous looking corset. Leave it to Ms. Deville to find the ugliest corset ever created.

“No.”

“Then hurry up and get it off.” he demanded and she frowned as she reached behind her and unfastened the corset. He watched as she finished unhooking it but she was refusing to let it go, she held it tight against her body feeling the anxiety of baring her breasts running through her.

“Give it to me.” he said and she looked at him for a moment before she finally managed to slide it off then hand it to him without exposing her breasts. He took the corset from her, sitting there dumbfounded on the sofa as his eyes explored the magnificence of her form. Where the hell did those breasts come from? And that ass? How had she managed to hide those curves under those terrible suits for so long? Hell, how had she contained those breasts? He had never seen anything like her before, she was pure perfection with curves that were made specifically to fit his perfect vision. This turn of events had caught him off guard and shocked him enough to change his whole plan of action against her.

“Can I get dressed again?”

“Are you crazy, I would never let you cover up that body.” he said reaching up to grab her arms, “Let me see your breasts.” he said easing her arms down, watching her innocent reaction as she bared her breasts.  She felt her face burn with shame, as she stood there topless before the man she had been battling for the past three years.

“Damn, I was wrong, your name does fit you perfectly,” he said completely entranced by her Heavenly curves. Her large breasts thrust towards the sky, her nipples were soft, but he intended to change that soon. He reached out to slide her panties down, but she grabbed his hands.

“Can I leave my panties on?” she asked, angry that she had to ask his permission. He suddenly saw fear flash across her face before she was able to slip back into her poker face mode.

“Only until your punishment.”

“Isn’t this punishment enough?”

“Your punishment hasn’t even started yet, come here.” he said taking her hand and pulling her towards him, she pulled back at first then finally relented before sitting down on his lap. “You are amazing, I am going to enjoy taking advantage of such beauty.”

“I can’t believe I am sitting topless on my enemy’s lap.” she said her body tightened up in defense against the hand that was coming to close to her.

“You shouldn’t have broken into my office and stolen my report.” He looked up into her eyes.

“I curse myself every second of the day for that act of stupidity.”

“But since you did, you are all mine and there are rules to follow.” He slid his hand down her belly and into her panties.

“Wait!” she grabbed his hand.

“Are you breaking the deal?” he asked.

“No.” she said softly.

“Then ask me to touch you.” he said.

“What? Are you crazy? There is no way in hell I would ever ask you to touch me!”

“Is that a no?”

“Hell yes that’s a no!” she put her arms over her chest and Julian stood, opened the small drawer next to the couch and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, then grabbed her wrist. “Wait! What are you doing?” she squealed as he pulled her wrists behind her back and snapped on the cuffs.

“Every time you tell me no, you’ll have two choices, either end the contract or be punished.”

“If I end the contract I destroy my career.”

“Then ask me to punish you.”

“What? No!” she shook her head trying to step back but he grabbed her by the front of the large underwear she wore and pulled her back.

“Then you’re breaking the contract?” he asked and she wanted to scream then slap him for pushing her into this corner. Why did she break into his office?

“No.” she said her voice barely above a whisper.

“Then ask me to punish you.”

She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream and she wanted to faint, but most of all she wanted to run far away from him. Her body began to tremble and she felt the adrenaline rushing through her as she tried to subdue her anger. She truly hated this man, she wanted to choke the life from him for forcing her to do this and one day she would have her revenge.

“Punish-” she stopped unable to finish, he was silent for a moment, staring at her intently, waiting for her to speak.

“Lift your head, look me in the eyes and ask me to please punish you.” he repeated and she finally raised her head to look him in the eye, biting her lip and clenching her fists as he grinned smugly.

“Please punish me.” she said and felt the bile raise in her throat.

“Mr. King- now ask me again.” he instructed her.

“Please punish me, Mr. King.” she repeated and fought the tears coming to her eyes. She instead tried to focus on the revenge she would enact against him when this was all over. She had big plans for a major sabotage in the near future, she just had to get through these next 30 days first.

“I would love too.” he said and grabbed her by the forearm then led her to the side of the room. He moved a book and hit a button that seemed to blend in with the wall, then the small bookcase shifted and opened to reveal a secret door. He pulled a skeleton key from his pocket and unlocked the small door then led her in.

“Where are we going?”

“Ask me one more question and I will gag you.” he said, leading her down a set of winding stairs. She looked at him as if she would attack him if her arms were not cuffed behind her back and he grinned at her small display of defiance. At the bottom of the stairs was another short hallway with three doors, he took her to the door on the right, unlocked it and then ushered her in. She squinted her eyes against the bright light.

The large basement room was void of any windows, the grey brick walls and the black marble floor gave the room an ominous feel. The room felt like it had been encased in snow, the cold chilled her to the bone while puckering her skin and the floor felt like smooth chunks of ice below her bare feet. She looked around the room in a horrified awe, there were several different medieval looking devices. Although it was the crude looking gynecologist chair that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

“You would have a room like this, you sicko.” she said with a frown as she scanned the room’s devices, imagining what a few of the more complicated ones were used for. Julian grinned, his hand on her lower back as he led her towards the middle of the room where a thick chain hung from the ceiling. She looked up to the high ceiling, wondering how many women had been hanging from this chain at one point or another and how many of them had come willingly.

“I designed this room three years ago, the day after I met you.”

“Yeah right.” she said wondering if he was telling the truth, it was hard to tell with this particular member of the King family.

He unlocked the handcuffs that had been chafing her wrists, but before she had a chance to rub the reddened flesh, he grabbed her then quickly secured her wrists in the leather cuffs attached to the bottom of the chain.

“Stay still.” he instructed her, but she was already trying to wiggle free.

“Don‘t hook me up there!” she snapped at him as her body wobbled, her toes the only part of her foot she could balance on. “You seriously need to let me down!” she continued, but Julian walked to the small metal table to his right, and grabbed a long, black scarf, which he promptly wrapped around her mouth then tied behind her head, silencing the room. She glared at him, unable to use her words to cut him, she used her eyes, letting him know exactly how she felt about him. He in turn grinned smugly before grabbing the small silver box that also hung low from the ceiling and pressing the red button. Any attempt to dislodge her hands from the cuffs was futile as she felt the chain pulling her up to her tiptoes. She tried to yell obscenities at him as the chain pulled her higher, stretching every inch of her 5 foot 5 frame, but the scarf muffled every sound.

Julian walked back over to stand before her, openly appreciating the magnificent body as she hung there, stretched out before him,  in a mild state of discomfort. He pushed her hair back from her face before sliding his hand down the soft skin of her cheek. She turned her head to the side trying to avoid his touch and he grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him.

“You’re here because you destroyed all of my hard work, and I caught you red handed. I could have retaliated and destroyed your career, so naturally, I expect you to show your gratitude. That means if I touch your thigh, you will immediately to spread your legs wider for me, if you don’t I will punish you. And if you ever tell me no again I will beat you and if you object to that, I will send a copy of that tape to every lawyer in the state. Do you understand?’ he asked and when she refused to answer him, his sadistic grin widened. He walked over to the wall and for the first time Heaven noticed that the entire wall was covered in rows of small devices used for punishment. She saw a few cat o’ nine tails, various sized paddles, crops, whips, hooks, chains, cuffs and clamps, but when Julian pulled a small paddle down from the large silver hook, she felt a sliver of fear.

“Rule number one, you never tell me no. you are here because you tried to sabotage me, and I caught you that means I can do whatever I want to you.” Although he would love nothing more than to beat her ass, he would save that for when she really pissed him off. Right now, he was still taken aback by her beauty and too eager to explore every inch of her body, although he did need to teach her a quick lesson.

He stood to the side of her, one hand holding the paddle, the other hand caressing her belly, he held out his arm and brought the paddle down on her behind. She jerked and screamed below the mask, it did hurt a little, but nearly as bad as she had feared, it stung more than anything. She braced herself as he brought it down four more times before he finally stopped.

“When I tell you to do something, you neither hesitate nor question me, you just do what you’re told.” he said as he gently caressed her stinging behind. “Next time I won’t be so lenient, Princess.” he slapped her butt harder than he had with the paddle and she jumped in response. He reached above her head and un-cuffed her from the chain, looking down at her before leading her to the seating area on the opposite side of the basement. He sat on the oversized black leather couch before pulling her down to his lap, then reached behind her head and untied the gag.

“Now, back to where to where we started, spread your legs and ask me to touch you.” he demanded and despite the feeling of helplessness mixed with an equal measure of rage, she gritted her teeth, raised her head and looked up at him as she spread her legs a fraction. She would play along, for now.

“Touch me.” she said through clenched teeth, cringing as she spoke the submissive words.

“Say please,” Julian grinned slightly, making fun of her plight, “and say my name.”

“Please touch me, Mr. King.”

“Good girl, now sit on your hands and spread your legs wider.” he spoke, lightly tapping her sex before sliding his hand from her belly to the underside of her breast. She felt a tingling pressure begin to form low in her belly as his fingertip lazily circled her nipple, and Julian smiled as he watched the soft tip begin to pucker up. She tried to pull away from him, but his large hand was braced against her back and pushing her forward as he continued to caress her. She squeezed her eyes closed, trying desperately to block out the sensations that were beginning to creep through her body.

“No, you look at me.” he demanded, but she hesitated for a moment before finally opening her eyes and looking at him. He wanted to see her reaction play across her features, he wanted to watch her squirm as he openly fondled her.  He leaned in to lightly kiss her lips before he pulled back to watch her as he toyed with her hardening nipple. “If you keep squirming on me like that, I’ll take it as an invitation.” he finished as he slid his hand down her belly to slip inside of her panties. He slid his large finger over her sex, sliding it in between the folds of flesh and making her whole body jerk. She tried to close her eyes again but he would not allow it.

“You have to stop.” she felt her legs begin to twitch uncontrollably.

“You better look at me.” he lightly pinched her sex making her gasp as her eyes flew open. His fingers made immediate amends to her sensitive flesh as he began to caress her almost lovingly. He continued exploring her womanhood before he slid the tip of his finger into her opening. She pulled back and started to squirm as he began to push his finger inside of her.

“Wait.” she breathed desperate to make him stop, but he kept pushing his finger deeper.

“Damn you’re tight girl.” he said struggling to get his finger inside of her.

“Slow down.” she cried trying to steady his hand as she scooted back on his lap, but he pushed hard and she felt his finger pop inside of her.

“Ouch! Take it out!” she cried, trying to pry his hand from between her legs, but he would not budge.